michael jackson’s muse

michael couldn't believe it. his son was almost falling asleep and now he was asking for one more story?

“yes, daddy! i want another story…hmm…this time about a princess”

his sweet little girl, who had her eyes closed and he swore was dreaming, asked him for one more story.

“alright. alright. i'll tell one more story, but you guys have to promise this will be the last one, okay?”

he stared at his children, waiting patiently for them to lie on the bed again. he gave a soft sigh, before trying to take a book from the shelf.

“no daddy! i don't want a story from a book!!” his little girl squinted her eyes. oh, she could be so much like her mom. michael laughed and took her tiny hand.

“alright, princess. do you have any ideas for a story, prince?”

“daddy, it's your story. you should tell us!!”

okay. none of them wanted to help daddy. michael sat on the carpet. his voice was calm. he reached out to the lamp, turning it on again.

“once upon a time, a prince—”

“is this me, daddy?” his little guy asked him. michael almost laughed.

“no, prince. this is another prince, a prince for a princess”

“oohhhhhhhh…so there are more princes….”

michael couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. his children could be so funny without realizing it. he cleared his throat, continuing to tell his story.

“the prince wasn't lonely…he had a lot of friends around the world…but when he met this princess, everything changed. he just wanted to be with her. he had fallen in love with the princess. but the princess was always—”

michael looked at his children. they were sleeping. he didn't even talk for ten minutes, and they had their eyes closed, snoring! he turned off the lamp, giving each one a kiss. a smile tugged at his lips as he watched his babies. he closed the door.

you were lying on the bed. the light was off. maybe you were already sleeping. he lay carefully on the mattress, trying not to wake you up. he turned to the side of his nightstand, when he felt your arms around him. you were hugging him.

“that was pretty quick”

“i thought you were sleeping”

“i can't sleep without my tiny spoon”

he closed his eyes, feeling your touch brushing against his skin. the prince also lived happily ever after.

And just to be clear, it wasn’t the sweet loving fans you had a problem with–in fact those ones were your favourite. They genuinely meant no harm and just appreciated your man and his God gifted talent.

It made you happy to see Michael being sweet and kind to them, making sure all of them felt loved and acknowledged–it wasn’t those ones that bothered you.

It was the ones that made it so painfully obvious that they wanted to fuck your man.

The ones that ran up on stage whilst he was performing–only to be yanked back by security.

The ones that would slide a note with their numbers written into his palm when shaking his hand–giving those same numbers a call yourself, to give them a piece of your mind whilst Michael was begging you to stop in the background—was your favourite thing to do.

The ones who would hug him a little too long or tightly–or would wrap their arms around his neck like he was their man they hadn’t seen in years.

The one that practically made your eye twitch was whenever he would invite a pre-selected fan to come up on stage during she's out of my life and they would damn near try to make out with him. 

You thought that was the peak of your jealousy until he came home this evening. 

Michael had been gone all day as usual, it was approaching the time where he had a new album in mind so the westlake recording studio was practically his second home. 

You were in the kitchen wearing a baby pink fluffy robe and slippers–wine glass in hand whilst laughing on the phone to your best friend, the phone cord stretched across the wall mount to the kitchen counter.

From the corner of your eye you see his figure as he walks in through the front door, he smiles softly seeing you laughing, a bouquet in his hand whilst he wore his red varsity jacket and black hat that he took off his head before approaching you.

Forgetting whatever your friend was rambling about, a lazy smile makes its way onto your lips when he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist whilst pressing soft kisses along your neck. 

When he pulls his lips away he holds the flowers up in front of you “Your favourites.” He whispers, melting at the way your eyes light up–giving you gifts and affection was definitely his love language. 

You give him a sad lip pout in an ‘aww’ way before turning slightly to give the side of his jaw a kiss–you’re leaning in about to connect it before you pause, going completely rigid in his arms at the sight you see.

A red lipstick mark.

Michael pulls back when he notices the way your body language had shifted so suddenly and how tense your body became. “What’s wrong baby?”

Any softness or excitement you felt earlier from the flowers had completely vanished as you continued to stare at the mark on your man's face. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing red lipstick, so you couldn’t even gaslight yourself into thinking it could’ve been you from this morning.

“Hello? Girl, are you still there??” You barely register the sound of your home girl's voice coming through the other end.

“Hey girl, I'm gonna have to call you back later.” The tone of your voice made Michael’s heart sink.

Not giving your friend a chance to speak again–you walk back to the telephone’s wall mount, placing it down.

Silence fills the kitchen as you turn back around shooting daggers at Michael. 

The look on your face makes him shift his weight from one foot to the other whilst swallowing nervously–he knew that look. He was in big trouble, you were beyond pissed–and he had no idea why.

“Baby...whats wrong?” He asks slowly with caution

“What's wrong?” You repeat raising a mocking brow 

“What’d I do?”

The sound of your dry laughter fills the kitchen as you tip your head back and clap your hands once, but it wasn’t the same joyous laugh you had whilst on the phone to your friend earlier–it was a laughter that indicated you were five seconds away from losing your shit.

“Michael go look in the mirror”

The puzzled look on his face almost pisses you off more before he steps back and turns heading to the horizontal wall mirror that was in the hallway.

You follow him leaning against the wall behind him with your arms crossed.

When he finally sees his reflection, he sees why you’re so pissed off–his eyes go wide before he closes them exhaling heavily–he knew it was gonna be hard to get out of this mess.

When he opens them he turns to look at you–deep apology written in his expression as he reaches his hands out cautiously walking towards you “Honey, look i can explain.”

“Explain what Michael!? Who the fuck kissed you!”

“Baby don't curse–”

“I’ll curse however the fuck i want when my man who i haven’t seen all day comes home with a red lipstick mark on his fucking cheek!”

He pinches between his eyebrows silently praying to God that he makes it out of this argument alive.

“Baby if you would just calm down i can explain why!” He argues back but softly 

You roll your shoulders before breathing in and out, composing yourself–you walk back to the kitchen and pick up your discarded wine glass “Okay go on.”

With a grateful expression at the fact that you’re at least willing to hear him out–he follows you back into the kitchen.

“Okay so, after finishing up my recordings with Quincy, I saw a swarm of fans waiting outside the studio of course, and baby you know how much i love em, they were waiting for hours just to see me, i couldn’t say no so i signed autographs and hugged a few.”

Hugged a few.

The words make you tighten your grip around your glass so tightly you were expecting it to break. You hated being jealous–but you knew what the term “hugged a few” meant in Michael's world–it meant being hugged and kissed all over at the same time. 

“Obviously my bodyguards got to me quickly and told them to take it easy, but by then a fan must’ve kissed me–honestly I had no idea it even happened, m’just seeing the mark now.”

When he finished his desperate explanation he expected to see some sort of reaction from you–understanding? Annoyance? Anger? A slipper thrown at him?

But you just stood there sipping your red wine silently whilst staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“Baby say something, please?”

Silence

“Did you even hear what I said?”

Oh you heard him alright–loud and clear. But you couldn’t care less. The only thing screaming at you in your mind right now was–another bitch kissed my man and left a lipstick mark for me to see.

“Hello?”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Your words make Michael completely pause, he blinks at you before letting out a shaky laugh expecting you to return it and say you're just kidding–when you don’t, the laughter dies down almost as quickly as it started. 

He stares at you dumbfounded. “What?”

“You’re. Sleeping. On. the. Couch. To. night.” You spell out slowly as if speaking to a toddler.

“Over a kiss from a fan!?” It's Michael’s turn to explode not understanding why you weren’t seeing it the way he was.

“I don't care if it was a fan Michael! You do this all the time–the friendly shit.”

“Oh here we go again–honey I've said this before I was just being friendly, they’re my fans for christ sakes, and I love them!”

“It’s not about loving them mike, it's about respecting me at the same time!”

“I do respect you!” He retorts offended

“Clearly not enough if you got fans leaving their lipstick marks on you!”

“Baby–I told you I had no idea.”

“And I told you to sleep on the couch.” You repeat before spinning on your heels, heading up the stairs.

He lets out a frustrated groan rubbing his hand over his face–Michael loved you to the moon and back but God sometimes your stubbornness and sass drove him crazy–when you were like this it was like talking to a brick wall.

“You’re being so overly dramatic.”

You abruptly pause mid step, hand tightening around the banister as you clench your jaw so hard it hurt. 

He thought you were being overly dramatic? He'd soon find out just how dramatic you could be. 

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The next morning, Michael rose up from the couch–back aching and all, you truly meant what you said and he obeyed knowing better than to piss you off more than he already had.

He knew you always slept in late on Sundays, so he decided why not make you your favourite breakfast–in hopes that after getting a good night's rest your anger would’ve simmered down a bit–maybe he’d even add in some morning makeup sex if you weren’t still angry at all.

The smell of waffles, eggs and bacon circulated throughout the house–he spent a good hour making sure it was perfect and that the eggs had no shells in them before topping up your plate with some of your favourite fruit and carrying the tray up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

When he opened the door carefully whilst balancing the tray in his other hand, he expected you to still be snuggled up in bed but the sight of the bed fully made with no sight of you in it made his eyebrows furrow. 

“Baby?”

He calls out just as you step out of the walk-in closet, dressed and ready for the day. A brown plaid skirt fell just above your knees, paired with a cream turtleneck and knee-high boots. Your curls were left loose—the way he always seemed to love them—and your makeup was light, just enough to accentuate your features.

“You look beautiful, where you going?” 

“Out.” You reply curtly as you walk up to him picking a few grapes from the tray he was holding.

“Oh, with who?”

“Oliver.”

The name made his smile falter and his shoulders stiffen. Oliver was an old friend of yours who clearly liked you a lot, anytime you were around him Michael’s possessiveness went over the roof.

“Oliver?”

“Mhm.” Shrugging you place a grape in your mouth.

“To do what?”

“Oh he invited me to breakfast” You reply calmly, watching the way his jaw ticked.

“Breakfast? But look, I made you breakfast.” He gestures towards the tray in his hands excitedly. “It’s got your favourites my love, waffles drenched in maple syrup, streaky bacon and your eggs scrambled just the way you like.” 

He looks back up at you–eyes doe and soft, in hopes to see your happy reaction or for you to say that you weren’t going to see Oliver anymore–but you give him the same emotionless look that you gave him last night. 

“You eat it. I don't wanna be late, see you later Mikey.” Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, your heels click against the floor as you leave the bedroom. The sound of the front door shutting downstairs followed not long after. 

He continues to stand there, tray in hand–dismayed by what just happened. Not only did you reject one of your favourite meals on the planet, but you were going to see the one guy that you knew Michael couldn’t stand.

Sitting on the bed with a huff, he ate the breakfast he had carefully made as an apology, the effort behind it going unnoticed. His mind, consumed by jealousy—began creating one scenario after another. 

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Later that evening it was around seven pm–you’d been gone all day meaning that Michael had lost his mind–all day. 

When he heard the sound of your keys entering the front door he practically jumped up when he saw you walk in. 

“Hey baby” He walks over to give you a kiss but you step back to shrug off your jacket.

He ignores your lack of kiss before helping you take your jacket off and hanging it up for you. “I missed you my love, you were out all day.”

“Yeah i was, pretty busy day.” You respond dryly whilst heading to the kitchen–he follows behind you like a lost puppy.

Opening the fridge your eyes scan the contents whilst he stands beside you almost whining for you to at least make eye contact with him–for someone who was so clingy to you, your cold treatment was the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

“So, how was breakfast? How'd the day go?”

“Good.”

“Did you see Oliver?"

“Mhm” 

“Oh….how was he?”

“Fine.”

Your curt responses are like knives piercing his chest, he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and trying another approach to get the glacier you were currently in to melt.

“C’mere baby, let me kiss you, I missed you.” He leans in for a kiss again but the minute he even gets closer to you the faint smell of men's cologne fills his nostrils. He steps back as if you’ve slapped him.

“Whats that?” 

“What’s what?” You reply with a fake confused expression, seeing the way his eyes are narrowed. 

“That scent, is that– is that a guy's cologne?”

“Dunno, probably.”

He scoffs blinking rapidly at your nonchalant response. “What do you mean probably?”

“I mean probably.” You repeat, your expression still calm “It’s probably olivers from when he hugged me.” Pulling away from the fridge and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, you bite into it seeing Michael’s statued figure from your peripheral.

Probably olivers.

From when he hugged me.

The words bounce off from left to right in Michael’s head as he processes them.

“What– what do you mean from when he hugged you?”

Bingo.

You try not to smile as you chew–hearing the raw jealousy that coated his words “I mean from when he hugged me. What are you not getting Michael?”

Michael continues to stare at you as if you’ve grown three heads, he waits for you to joke or to give him anything else other than the calm expression you have on as if he was overreacting.

“Baby his cologne is smelling all over you—”

“Yeah i know, it was probably from when he hugged me, I had no idea it even happened.”

“What do you mean you had no idea it even happened!”

“It was just a hug Michael, you’re being overly dramatic.” Is all you say before brushing past him letting him get another strong whiff of the cologne before heading upstairs.

He stood there still frozen not knowing what to do with himself, the sting from your words and actions spread around him like a wildfire, the fact that another man had put his hands on his woman and his cologne lingered on you for him to smell. His fist clenched as jealousy took over every fibre of his being. 

You climb up the stairs grinning–you didn’t have to look back to know he was still standing there, staring after you.

The silence was almost satisfying–because now he knew exactly how you had felt.

One thing about you? You knew how to be petty. 

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And for the entire week, you kept up your quiet revenge. For the first two days you hadn’t gone out again since the day you pulled that stunt, but you found other ways to make him feel the same hurt and uncertainty he had put you through. 

Michael was extremely clingy to you, sometimes wanting to literally be in your skin–and ever since he pissed you off? His lips and skin were practically begging to touch yours.

The ache in his chest only grew with every little rejection. Every time you left the room when he walked in, every time you escaped his arms before he could hold you, every time you turned your face so his kiss landed against your cheek instead of your lips—he felt it. Even worse was the way you refused to look at him, leaving his pleading eyes searching for yours. 

He tried everything–gifts, chocolates, your favourite foods, booked appointments for you to go to your favourite spa with your girls, designer bags and shoes that hadn’t even been launched yet and dozens of bouquets to the point where the entire house looked like a florist's shop. But none of them could even get you to give him a genuine smile. 

After making him sleep on the couch for three nights in a row as punishment, when you finally let him back in the bed his whole body was filled with relief thinking you’d forgiven him–but the relief was short-lived when he saw the pillow dividers between you both. 

He got into the bed lying flat on his back almost brought to tears at the fact that he couldn’t touch you–the sound of his tossing and turning nearly made you give in–nearly, but then the memory of his words “You’re being overly dramatic.” Stung you all over again so you kept the divider there all night. 

On the fifth day Michael felt like he was ready to drop to his knees and start crying–denying him the gift of your affection also meant denying him one thing he loved so much with you–sex.

The intimacy you and Michael shared before all of this was unmatched. It was something you both valued as husband and wife, something he always made clear he treasured. Which was exactly why five days without so much as a kiss from you had him struggling.

Your little punishment was starting to affect you just as much as it affected him–but you’d die before ever admitting it out loud. Hearing his heavy breathing in the en suite–whilst he tried to calm himself down under the cold shower trying to get rid of his erection, had you squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on anything else until sleep finally found you.

On day seven, he lost it. It marked exactly one week since this entire chaos had started. He’d soon come to realise that you were doing all of this because you were still pissed off at the kiss. He knew he had a petty wife but boy had you blown his mind. 

He was waiting by the foyer for you to come home from seeing Oliver yet again. When you walk in wearing your oval Chanel glasses and high heels, his eyes immediately drop to your dozens of shopping bags in your arms, he watches in disbelief as you place them on the floor. 

“Where were you?” His voice filled with the tiredness of someone who just wanted their wives' softness back.

“With oliv–”

He cuts you off “I know. But where were you guys?

“We went shopping.” You reply with the same bored and casual tone you’ve been giving him for the past week–he’s practically forgotten how your natural happy one sounded like.

“Shopping? All day?”

“yeah why?” You raise a brow 

“Nothing i just—what did you get?” He asks curiously, his voice low and gentle as he tries to get you to speak more—you always loved showing him the things you bought with his card.

“Just a couple clothes, shoes, bags and treats.” You list without detail–tone still lacking the enthusiasm he was craving.

“Oh that’s nice. You used my card right?” The question came out casually, but his eyes stayed fixed on you.

“No.”

His reaction was subtle—the kind of reaction someone else who didn’t know him would’ve missed. But you knew him. You notice the way his expression shifts, the way his lips part slightly before closing again, like he had been prepared for any answer except that one.

“You didn’t use my card?” His voice was quieter this time. He watches in genuine confusion as you shake your head.

“Why—”

“Oliver bought me these.”

His eyebrows knitted together with narrowed eyes “What? What do you mean Oliver bought you those?”

You roll your eyes, getting tired of his questions. “He took me out to shop and bought me these– Michael are you seriously making me explain?”

“Yes, I'm seriously making you explain!” He throws his arms up–patience wavering. 

You continue to stare at him as if he was overreacting “He’s just a friend. Can’t a friend buy me gifts?”

He holds your calm gaze with a completely stunned one trying to understand why you weren’t seeing it the way he was–trying to understand why you were so unfazed about letting another man spoil you the way he loved to.

“My feet hurt Mike, I'm going to bed.” Brushing past him he follows you.

His eyes soften in concern. “Let me massage em”

“No its oka–”

“Baby enough!” The uncharacteristic raise of his voice makes you freeze in your step as he walks in front of you to face you, grabbing your face in his hands.  

“Look at me, please” His voice cracks as his eyes search for yours.

You release a stifled exhale finally flickering your eyes to his, he saw the hurt in them and the look of your own tiredness.

“I miss you, Minnie.”

The nickname you adored along with the painful longing in his eyes makes your heart squeeze so tightly that you couldn’t help the way your eyes stung with tears. 

“Talk t’me baby, please, yell–get angry, anything but the distance and silence you’ve been giving me.” 

Michael’s own eyes fill with unshed tears as his thumbs unconsciously caress your cheeks, your body instinctively leans into it after being starved of the touch. 

“You hurt me Mike.” Your lower lip trembles as your resolve weakens.

“I know my angel, I know.”

“No you don’t–it wasn’t just the lipstick mark it was what you said.”

His brows furrow trying to remember the argument from last week and what he could’ve said–and when he finally remembered he went still.

“You’re being overly dramatic”

He sighs deeply, the guilt hitting him like a truck as his sad eyes meet yours again “Baby i am so sorry, i didn’t mean it in a way to dismiss your feelings.” He explains, the guilt only getting worse when he saw the tears roll down your cheek.

“Yeah well that’s how it felt Mike, you know how possessive I am of you–you know how I feel when fan girls try to tear you apart or act like you’re theirs. And then you go ahead and say that making me feel like I'm some crazy wife.”

He nods understandingly “I know honey–I know and I'm sorry, I honestly didn’t mean to make you feel hurt, I guess I wasn't seeing it from your perspective…that was until I first smelt Oliver's cologne on you.”

His words make a sudden laugh erupt from your throat as you cover your mouth.

“Oh you think it’s funny huh?” He can’t help the way his own shoulders start to shake from small laughter “That wasn’t funny at all. If you were doing it in a get a taste of your own medicine kind of way, you sure as hell succeeded.”

This time you let the laughter take over you as you tilt your head back cackling whilst holding your stomach–Michael laughs with you till you have to literally pant for air.

“You should’ve– you should've seen the look on your face! Oh stop, I can't breathe!” You continue to laugh loudly holding onto his own shaking body that's doubled over with laughter.

When the both of you finally come down from your amusement his eyes linger over you taking in the sight that made him feel like a junkie finally getting their fix–your smile.

“There she is.” He whispers fondly whilst his hand cups the side of your face admiring you.

“I’m still mad.” You say trying to pout but the light in your eyes tell him everything.

“Mhm i bet you are, now come here.”

He leans down to kiss you and for the first time in a week you don’t reject it, allowing your lips to connect–gentle, hesitant as if he was expecting you to pull away or turn cold again, but when he feels your lips deepen it, moving in for more—his hand that's cupping the side of your face moves to the back of your head pulling you closer to his lips.

You felt your heart beating rapidly against your chest at the taste of his mouth that you’ve both missed and longed for–wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him with more hunger, your tongue wraps around his own in a loop—the kiss becoming intense and sloppy in just a short amount of time.

“Mmf–” You moan softly feeling his large warm hands travel down your spine and waist—all the way down to your backside that he grips eagerly–pulling away from your mouth you’re about to whine before he travels his lips down your neck in hot wet kisses that make your knees grow weak, you were grateful that he was holding you up or else you would’ve been a puddle.

“God, m’missed you so much” kiss “missed touching my sweet girl.” The longing ache in his tone dampens your panties even more—You feel his warm breath on your neck whilst he sucks on the sweet spot causing more pleasure filled noises to erupt from your throat.

“Mike– baby I need you so bad” You cry out.

His breath hitches against your neck at your words–the raw desperation making his dick turn into steel, he wastes no time when he uses his hands that was still gripping your ass to lift you up–instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist with a surprised yelp, you reconnect the kiss whilst he made his way up the stairs. 

When reaching the bedroom he kicks the door open with his leg before tossing you lightly onto the bed. Sitting up on your elbows you stare up at him, somewhere along the way when climbing the stairs he’d removed his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt—he looks like a man possessed by pure lust–lips swollen from the kiss, loose curls escaping his low ponytail and pupils that were completely darkened. 

Your hands reach up to remove your top but he grips onto them, gently pulling them away “You don’t need to do anything angel, just lay back n let me make you feel good.” 

You do as told, resting your head back on the pillow–pulse quickening when you feel him remove each piece of your clothing, dropping kisses along on the exposed skin every time he'd strip a piece off. Soft breathy moans escape you when his tongue drags along your stomach–kissing the flesh and smiling into it when he hears how much you're losing yourself.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby, gonna show you sorry I am–watch me angel, keep your eyes on me.”

Completely blissed out and aroused, you flicker your eyes downwards where his own are already trained on you, his warm breath fans over your clothed heat making you shiver–finally he pulls your panties down slowly before a low groan escapes him seeing your arousal completely pooled in the cotton.

“Oh baby…so wet for me hm? My girl needed me as badly as I needed her.” His voice had dropped a whole octave lower–it always did whenever he was like this, ready to consume you whole.

“Mmh please mike– i need your mouth so bad” 

You knew when this was over you'd be embarrassed by how desperate and needy you sounded but when it came to Michael giving you pleasure? You'd get on your knees and beg.

Before you can release another plea he places his hot tongue flat on you before licking a long strip from your quivering hole to your clit–your whole body jolts instantly, back arching as you let out a loud moan that makes him leak precum. 

“Oh my God baby– fuck I missed your taste.” Was the last thing Michael groans before he dives into your pussy, eating you out ferociously like a man that was starved for days–because he was.

His arm has to pin you down to keep you in place from how much you're squirming from the intense pleasure–the tip of his wet tongue flicks around your sensitive clit going to the exact corners he knows will have you drooling.

“M-Michael— oh fuck baby! Don't stop!” 

You barely recognise your own voice anymore–overcome by pure pleasure, your hand grips onto his curls as you use your hips to grind yourself into his mouth, moaning uncontrollably.

Your actions turn Michael on so much–he reaches below to pull himself out of his boxers–stroking his throbbing length in his hand with a tight grip, releasing his moans onto your leaking sex whilst his tongue thrusts inside your hole.

“Mmh that's it– grind onto my face, grind onto me mama, use me.”

His words, his tongue–the sound and sensations of his whimpers against your pussy–the sight of him stroking himself, is all it took before you came hard, shuddering with a loud moan whilst your back arches off of the mattress.

Michael doesn't let a single drop go to waste before lifting himself back up, hovering over you with hands on either side of your head, his lips and nose slick from your arousal as you pull him down crashing your lips onto his–you kiss him passionately, tasting your juices on his tongue.

“I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you.” He whimpers almost in pain. 

“Give it to me baby, fuck i missed you so bad.” you whisper.

Michael leans back slightly, pumping his dick in his hand–you watch mesmerised before he lines himself up against your entrance pushing his length between your folds getting it wet.

“So wet for me angel, m’gonna fuck you so good–gonna show you im only yours.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist he pushes himself in, your wetness allowing him to easily bury himself to a hilt as you both moan out in relief at the same time. The familiar stretch of him had your core clenching around him perfectly as he started thrusting.

“Agh shit– oh you feel so good” He groans deeply into your ear as he continues to slowly tear you apart, savouring the way you felt after being deprived of it for days. 

He kept his pace slow allowing you to feel every apology and every missed touch “m’sorry baby, so sorry, i’ll never make you feel disrespected again” He whispers huskily into your neck

“I-its okay baby i forgive you– fuck please go faster.”

He grants your wish and starts to slam into you the way you love–you’re a moaning mess beneath him, gripping his biceps as you move your hips into his.

Your combined moans and pants fill the bedroom as he grips onto your waist continuing to deliver toe curling thrusts into you.

“m-mike— oh my gosh right there.”

“Yeah baby? right there? tell me how good it feels, fuck mama you take me so well.”He leans down swallowing your moans with his mouth

The wooden bed creaked loudly whilst his hips continue to move skillfully–he moves his mouth down your chest taking a nipple into his hot mouth and sucking onto it making you gasp and cry.

“Feels so good! so fucking good mikey don’t stop please!”

You take him by surprise when you push him off to flip over and straddle him–he stares up at you–lips parted and eyes trained in admiration, your dark curls covered majority of your face and your brown skin was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, instinctively his hands claim your waist whilst you sink back down onto him relishing in the way he moans.

Rocking your hips, he reaches his hand brushing the curls out of the way to watch your pretty face that was contorting in pleasure as you impaled yourself on his dick. “Look at you, oh my gosh i love you honey.”

“I love you too.” You moan, starting to get the perfect rhythm in place as you bounce up and down his thick shaft that had your arousal trickling down it. 

You place your hands on his chest continuing to ride him in a way that makes him drool “Fuck angel keep going, keep riding me– agh just like that baby.”

His length that kept brushing your g-spot deliciously, his words and the way he was looking up at you through hooded eyes made a familiar sensation flutter in your stomach as you ride him faster.

“Michael! Oh fuck m’so– m’so fucking close.”

Eager to make you come he pushes you forward making you both chest to chest whilst he hugs you slamming his hips upwards with abandon, making you practically scream in his ear.

“Thats it angel, come for me–fuck, come on my dick, claim me the way no other girl or fan can.”

His words trigger your orgasm as you cry out shuddering intensely, clenching so tightly around his length that he came with you–cum shooting inside of you, croaking out your name repeatedly whilst lazily thrusting upwards allowing his seeds to be planted.

The shockwaves from the orgasm cause you to still jolt on him but his warm hand caresses your back calming you down whilst he kisses your face “Shh baby i got you, i’m here.”

For a while, the two of you stayed comfortably wrapped in each other's arms, he was still buried inside of you–softened but not pulling out, whilst you snuggled against his chest pressing warm kisses on the skin that had beautiful light splotches–something only you got to see. 

“Minnie?” 

“Yeah?” You reply softly, still feeling boneless. 

“You still mad at me?” His voice low, gentle and still mixed with apology as you lift your head to peer up at him, a tired smile painting your face.

“No baby I'm not.”

You watch relief coat his expression as he smiles back with the same warmth. “Good.. can i ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He slightly hesitates, before asking “Did Oliver really buy you all that stuff?”

You drop your head back down onto his chest with a giggle but he doesn’t return it, his expression still mixed with a hint of jealousy and worry.

When you look back up you kiss his nose. “No mikey, that was your card.”

His face lights up immediately with a wide grin, making you squeal happily as he rolled you over back underneath him.

“Thats my girl.”

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During the little breaks he had after rehearsal, he would make Bill drive him to the nearest candy store for something sweet.

It was just a quick stop. Right?

This is around his 5th stop for the week. He picked out his usual treats, and he walked to the counter placing it infront of you.

The second his eyes lifted up and landed on you, his heart raced.

Usually, it was an old lady at the cash register. Mrs. Pattinson. She adored Michael, but where was she? Why is there well..a beautiful girl infront of him?!

“That’ll be 8.50.” Your voice sweeter than candy itself, cut his thoughts short. He quickly nodded, as he almost immediately grabbed some dollars bills and quarters from his pocket.

His hand brushed against yours as he handed you the money.

“S-sorry. Where is Mrs. Pattinson?”

“She got sick. I am her grandkid just filling in her shop for her as she recovers.” You said as you grabbed a bag and placed his candy inside.

“Well..tell her that Michael said get well.” You smiled softly, and handed him his bag. “Will do.”

As he ate his candy inside the backseat of the car, his heart was racing. Bill noticed from the front rear mirror, but didn’t say anything. Michael’s eyes were more focused on the candy, and every bite he took.

But after that day, he dreaded that rehearsal would end as early as it could so he can go to the candy store.

To see you get candy!

For the next few days, you both exchanged greetings and goodbyes. Michael was too shy to initiate a conversation, he would just watch you as you work.

When he would be picking out candy he would just peak from where he is at, to look at you. Admire the way the sunlight woukd hit your hair and eyes.

Another day, another interaction.

“You really candy?” You asked, as you put his candy in the bag.

“Mhm.” He was internally fighting his thoughts. So many what if’s running through his head. Should he risk it? Or regret it? “As a kid, I would always use my allowance that I earn to buy Candy..”

Your eyes shot up, and you let out a breathless laugh. “So you’ve liked candy forever?”

“Forever.”

“I hate candy.” You stated while smiling, looking at him. His big Bambi eyes met yours, as he bit down a shy smile. “You’re lying. I saw you eat candy.”

“Oh so you’ve been watching me? Is that right Michael?” His cheeks flushed as he quickly shook his head. “W-what! No! Not like that!”

You gave him a suspicious look, but still nodded. “Relax, I don’t mind.” He nodded, and gave you the money. You handed him the bag, and he quickly left.

As you counted the money, your eyes landed on a dollar bill.

“You’re sweet. Sweet like candy. Maybe sweeter. -Michael.”

That was written on the piece of dollar bill along with a bunch of doodles. You rolled your eyes and bit down a smile.

He really did like sweets.

A VELVETY NIGHT AT THE HAYVENHURST ESTATE, 1979.

Your ceiling fan turned lazily above you and Michael’s bed, stirring the heavy July heat that still was clinging stubbornly to the estate in Encino, California. The sounds of the night thumped faintly through the open window, and inside, very little lighting was casted from the single lamp draped with a maroon scarf, bringing a warm crimson shadow across your shared bedroom.

Michael was on his knees behind you, one strong hand braced on the mattress beside your hip, the other resting lightly on the small of your back. You were on all fours in front of him, ass raised, back arched in the same perfect curve that always made Michael’s mouth go dry. Your skin glowed under the lamplight, and your small textured gold hoops swayed gently from your ears. You wore nothing else except the thin gold chain around your neck that Michael had gifted you when you started dating years ago.

His dick–thick, dark, and slick as ever–was resting heavy against the cleft of your ass. Michael had been teasing the head along your wet folds for the last few minutes, just like you had told him to. Every time he tried to push it in, you shifted forward just enough to deny him.

“Not yet,” you said, voice amused. “You feel how wet I am, baby? That’s all for you.” You moaned, turning around to bat your eyelashes at the man. He was handsome, and whenever you two had sex, you knew Michael loved when you were in control. “But you don’t get t’ put it in until I say. Keep rubbin’. Nice and slow.”

Michael exhaled hard through his nose. “Mama… you’re killin’ me.”

“Am I?” You looked back over your shoulder again, eyes half-lidded, a little smile curling your mouth. “Or am I just remindin’ my man who decides when his dick gets used tonight?” You argue, biting your bottom lip. “Keep going, just the head. Drag it up and down nd’ be louder for me, baby.”

Michael obeyed. The broad head of his dick slid through your folds again, coating itself, catching on your entrance, then sliding past without sinking in. The slick sound filled the quietness of the room, both of your noises combined leaving echoes through the walls. Michael’s free hand flexed on your hip. He wanted to grip harder, to pull you back onto you, but he didn’t. You specifically told him not to.

“That’s it,” you murmured. “Good. You’re bein’ so good to me right now, Michael. Tell me how it feels.” You whimper.

“Feels like heaven nd’ hell at the same damn time,” he said, his voice croaky. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Hot. I can feel you twitchin’ every time I feel it… I want inside, mama. Bad.”

“I know you do.” You say, reaching back between your legs and wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick, holding him steady while you rocked your hips just enough to keep the head kissing your entrance without letting Michael in. “But don’t think you’re goin’ in until I decide you’re ready. Nd’ right now, you’re not ready. You’re still thinkin’ you get to fuck me how you want. That’s not how this works tonight.”

Michael’s thighs tensed. “I’ll do it however you want. Please, angel… you know that.”

“I do know that.” You gave him a slow stroke with your hand, then guided the head to your entrance again and let just the very tip slip inside. The tight, wet heat closed around him for one teasing second before you pulled forward and off him completely. He made a frustrated sound that made your pussy twitch.

“Ah-ah. Stay still, Michael.” You looked back again, eyes sharp with authority. “You don’t thrust. You don’t chase. You stay still nd’ wait for me to take what I want. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The words came out automatic, and something in your expression softened even as the teasing edge stayed sharp. You reached back again, took hold of him, and this time you pushed back slowly–taking the first thick inch, then another, then stopping with only half of him buried inside of you.

“There,” you breathed. “You feel that? That’s all you get for now. You stay still. Don’t you dare try nd’ bury the rest. I move, you take it.”

Michael’s jaw was tight. He kept his hips locked in place, even though every instinct screamed at him to drive forward. The heat of your pussy around the head and upper shaft was almost unbearable for him. You clenched deliberately around him, then relaxed, then clenched once again in slow pulses that made his dick throb harder than ever.

“Baby… fuck. You’re squeezin’ me so good. Let me in deeper, please.”

“Ask nicer.”

Michael swallowed. “Please, honey. Please let me feel all of that pussy. I’ll stay still after… I’ll do whatever you say. Just.. let me have it.”

You smiled and pushed back another inch, then another, until he was fully seated inside of you. Both of you groaned. You stayed there a long moment, rolling your hips in tiny circles so Michael could feel every ridge and flutter without the friction he craved dearly.

“All the way in,” you said softly. “Nd’ you’re still not allowed to fuck me. I fuck you. You feel how deep you are? How I’m holdin’ you? That’s mine.” You started, gripping the fluffy sheets underneath you.

“S’ all mine tonight, Michael. Every move you make is mine. You cum only when I say–nd’ not one second before.”

“Y-yes. Yes ma’am,” Michael managed. “It’s all yours, baby. All of it.”

You began to move–slow, calculated rolls of your hips, pulling almost all the way off him then sliding back down in a controlled rhythm that kept him deep but never gave him the hard, fast strokes his body was begging for. Every time his breathing sharpened and you felt that telltale swell of his sex inside you, you slowed to almost nothing, just the wet, filthy sound of your pussy gripping him while you stayed still.

“Not yet,” you said each time, voice steady. “You feel that edge, daddy? That pull? That’s me. I put it there, nd’ I decide when it breaks.”

Michael’s forehead dropped toward your shoulder. His hands stayed where you had told him to keep them–one on the mattress, one lightly on your hip. He was shaking with the effort of holding still when you stopped.

“Honey… I’m right there. Been right there for what feels like forever. Please… let me move. Just a lil’ bit.”

You reached under yourself and wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick where it disappeared into you, squeezing firmly.

“You wanna move? Then you wait till’ I tell you to. Nd’ when I do, you go exactly as slow or as fast as I say. Clear?”

“Clear. Yes ma’am.”

You released the pressure and began rocking again, a little deeper this time, a little more purposeful. The wet slap of your bodies together grew louder. You looked back at him over your shoulder, watching his face the way you always did when you had him like this… vulnerable and begging.

“You look so good behind me, Mikey,” you said, voice thicker now. “All strong nd’ hard… doin’ everything I tell you even though I know you’re dyin’ to take over. That’s my good man. Tell mommy what you need.”

“I need to fuck you,” he said, his moans broken. “So deep, so hard. I needa’ feel you cum on this dick so I can fill you up.” He admits.

“But only when you say. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you want.”

Something shifted in you then–the pure teasing dominance softening into the switch the two of you loved. You reached back, found his hand, and guided it to your clit.

“Rub me while I ride you from the front, baby,” you ordered tenderly. “Make me feel good… and if you get too close, you stop dead. No matter how good it feels. You understand me?”

“I do, mommy. I promise.”

Michael’s fingers found your clit immediately, circling with the exact pressure you liked. You started moving with more purpose–longer strokes, while still maintaining your control. It was deeper though, and every time his hips twitched forward on instinct you slowed or stopped completely, forcing him back to the edge and holding him there. Sweat slicked the both of you. The room started to smell of sex and that faint sweetness of your expensive perfume Michael repurchased for you a million times.

“Mama… please. I can’t… it’s too much. You’re so wet nd’ I’m so damn full. Let me cum. Or let me make you cum first–whatever you want. Just… use me. Please.”

You slowed again, staying buried deep, looking back at your man with dark, sparkling eyes.

“You wanna make mommy cum, Mikey?”

“More than anything.” Michael pleads.

“Then you keep that hand right there on my clit. You keep stroking me exactly like that. And you fuck me the way I tell you to.” You demand, your face scrunching from the pressure.

“You don’t cum until I give you the word. Can you do that for me?”

“I can do anything for you.” Michael whimpers.

“Prove it.”

You braced your hands on the mattress and gave Michael the order with the roll of your hips. “Deep, Michael. Now, please.”

Michael began to thrust–careful strokes that made both of you moan. He kept his fingers working your clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm you set. Every time you felt him swelling harder inside you, you’d murmur quiet “slower” or “stop”, and it would instantly make Michael freeze, buried to the hilt, breathing hard against your back while you clenched around him in intentional pulses that kept him right on the razor’s edge.

The power kept sliding between the two of you. When you got close yourself, you would order Michael to speed up, then slow him again the second your orgasm threatened to tip you over. When Michael got too close, you would reach back, squeeze the base of his dick, and hold him still until the urge passed. Neither of you fully dominant for long–because both of you started submitting to the shared game of denial and control.

Finally, your voice went high and shaky.

“Faster, now. Harder… Don’t you dare stop, Michael. M’ close–fuck, Mikey, I’m so close–”

Michael drove into you deeper, faster, exactly as you asked him to, fingers still working your clit. The wet sound of the two of your bodies filled the bedroom. You came first–tight, rhythmic contractions that milked Michael hard, your moan muffled against the silk pillow as you shook underneath him.

The second your orgasm started to ease, you looked back, your eyes wild, and gave him the word he had been waiting for the moment you two started making love.

“Cum. Now, Michael. Fill me up… give it to me.”

Michael’s control shattered. He gripped your hips hard for the first time all night and buried himself as deep as he could go, pulsing hard inside you with a broken, grateful sound. You kept clenching around him through every spurt, drawing every bit of it out, whispering the filthiest praises to him the entire time.

“That’s it… good boy… give me every drop… fuck, I can feel you throbbing, Michael. So fuckin’ good for me.”

You stayed locked like this afterward, both of you trembling, Michael’s chest pressed to your back, your hand reaching back to stroke his thigh.

Michael eventually pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, his voice still extremely rough.

“You’re so dangerous when you get like that, honey.”

You laughed softly, still catching your breath. “Nd’ you love it.”

“I do.” Michael confesses, nuzzling behind your ear. “The next time we make love though… I’ll be the one havin’ you shaking nd’ beggin’.”

You smiled against the pillow, already sounding pleased at the idea. “We’ll see who ends up in charge.”

The two of you stayed tangled together on the bed, all sticky and worn out, already half-planning the next round of that slow and delicious torment–whoever happened to be calling the shots when it started.

And of course, it’d be you.

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Chicago Stadium, 1981

It had been a little over a month since you’d last seen Jackie. The Triumph tour was making headway and you were ecstatic for your boyfriend and his family but some days you missed him more than others. The perpetual game of phone tag tended to get very old very fast. Those moments when you would catch him, you’d sit on the phone well into the morning just listening to him sleep. Due to this, he was extremely generous with paying your phone bill.

You could admit that you were a little clingy but Jackie never made it seem like that was an issue for him. In fact, he loved it. He adored how much you loved him and he loved you fiercely in return.

During your most recent phone call with him, he expressed how much he missed you and how badly he wanted to hold you after every show. Your heart broke and you cried yourself to sleep that night because of how much you missed him. The affection you had for him felt so all consuming sometimes.

The next day you booked a flight to their next touring city and planned to surprise your boyfriend backstage after the concert. You conspired with La Toya to get VIP tickets and she smuggled you in without alerting any of her siblings. You definitely held a genuine appreciation for Jackie’s younger sister.

“Girl, you look so good. Jackie’s not gonna know what to do with himself!” La Toya remarked, having you do a spin to show the back of your shapely black dress.

“You think so?” You bit the corner of your lip.

“No doubt about it! All he does is talk about you. Finds a way to bring you up at every chance.” She walked you through the dimly lit backstage area.

Ducking your head, you smiled and a heat spread through your chest.

“That makes me happy. I love your brother, Toya. This last month without him has been nothing short of hell. I had to see him or I was gonna lose every inch of my mind.”

Her eyes widened and she chuckled, “Good Lord, I don’t know who’s worse between the two of you. He ain’t put no spell on you, has he?”

“Girl, you tell me!” You cackled, throwing your head back. “Maybe he’s just laid it—“

“Alright now! That’s still my big brother. Please spare me the details or I’ll keel over right here and now!”

You laughed even harder. The sound of the music had the Stadium jumping. The singing was faint, you couldn’t even tell what song they were singing, but you couldn’t miss the deafening sound of the crowd. It was thunderous.

“How many people are here? Do you know?” You questioned as you both got closer to the stage.

“I think maybe like ten thousand or so. Apparently, they did some kinda fan raffle because of the record breaking attendance.”

“Christ, that’s a lot of people. What kind of raffle?”

Through all the twists and turns of backstage, you two had somehow made it to the side of the stage. Your eyes locked onto your man like a heat seeking missile and goddamn did he look amazing. You didn’t even know he could look any better than he did on a regular day. Of course you’d seen him perform before — hell, he met you at a Jackson 5 concert — and you were in awe then but this Jackie? This was something else. You had to dig your heels into the concrete to keep from sprinting onto the stage.

The long distance could be the culprit for these unhinged thoughts but you couldn’t stop them. You wanted to run your tongue all over his sweat soaked hard body and have him shake his dripping Jheri curl over you while he took you from behind. You even wanted him to wring those rhinestone pants he wore that were most definitely drenched in his sweat over your mouth while he pounded into you on your back. You were salivating and spiraling by the second.

It had to be a crime to look that damn sexy, you thought. And he was all yours. A satisfied smirk settled over your features.

La Toya snapped her fingers in front of your face to bring you back to reality.

“You got it baaaaaaad, sista.”

“Badder than bad, I can’t even front. And I can’t thank you enough for this, Toya, seriously.”

“Well just make sure when you have your first baby girl, you name her after me,” she let out a girlish giggle, covering her mouth. You found the younger woman extremely endearing. “You didn’t hear what I said about the raffle, did you? Too busy ogling my big headed brother I bet.

“Guilty as charged.”

“I said that during I’ll Be There each of the boys gets to bring a fan on stage and sing to her.”

“Oh… how cute.”

Internally, you were tensing because you knew how shameless these women were. You wanted to have faith that you wouldn’t see anything distasteful but your expectations were already low. You hoped they would be more flirtatious with the other brothers but you knew your man was fine and you weren’t delusional.

“Looks like they’re about to do it. I think they have the girls line up on the other side of the stage. They must’ve called out the winners earlier in the show.”

You barely acknowledged La Toya saying she was slipping off to meet some guy who worked on the lighting for the show because your mood had soured so quickly. You ground your teeth and tried to school your expression watching five beautiful girls walk out to their respective Jackson brother. The women that went to the other brothers were a blur of faces, all you could focus on was the lady that sauntered up to your man.

Glittering brown skin, wide hips in bell bottom jeans and a plotting smirk on her face. Your stomach dropped.

You watched as she stopped in front of Jackie and whispered something in his ear and he laughed, shaking his head. You couldn’t read his lips due to him turning his head. However, what you did see was his hand on the small of her back, dangerously close to that shelf of a booty. She had laced her fingers together behind his head and swayed them side to side.

Then the woman traced his jawline while he looked into her eyes singing. Their legs were slotted and their bodies were pressed together. You felt like you were going to be sick.

Once he spun her around and had her back to his chest, you turned on your heel, incapable of viewing this display any longer. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you were surprised you weren’t bleeding. This segment seemed like it lasted an eternity. Watching another woman roll her body and rub all against your boyfriend left you reeling. At the end of the song, the crowd cheered. She kissed Jackie on both of his cheeks while boldly touching the skin above his pants and he laughed… again. You struggled to understand what was so funny.

The show went on with their last five songs though you were in such a state of shock that paying attention was difficult. The rest of the concert flew by. You found an unused amp backstage to sit on while your thoughts ran rampant.

This was the business, you knew that. Bold, touchy fans who thought they could get an invitation to their hotel rooms or a ride on the tour bus. This was a tale as old as time. You knew how stuff like this went. You understood he was just putting on a show.

But the at the same time, you hadn’t seen Jackie in a month. A lot could change in a month, and it was the longest you had ever gone without seeing him. He looked real comfortable with that woman in his arms. You couldn’t help thinking maybe his heart had moved on due to the long distance. Yes, he said what he did over the phone but anybody could say anything when their significant other wasn’t in front of them. You thought back to your last few phone calls with him, trying to remember the tone of his voice and drew a blank.

Your chest suddenly got tight.

Was your mind playing tricks on you? You would’ve sworn that he sounded like he missed you, that he was devastated you couldn’t be with him but it wasn’t impossible that you made up his tone in your head to calm your own fears.

The pit in your stomach worsened. A heavy lump rose in your throat and your shoulders stiffened.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, you thought.

The concert ended, and at that point it was too late to disappear as if you’d never been there. You shook your head to clear your mind and looked up blinking to get rid of the tears in your eyes. You hopped off the amp just in time for a body to come crashing into you lifting you in the air.

“Baby girl!” Jackie tightened his strong arms around you. His sweat seeped through your dress and clung to your skin.

You fought the urge to crumble in his embrace because you really did miss him beyond words. You didn’t know what to say to him.

“Sig, you’re drenched in sweat,” you settled on. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers curling in his hair.

“I know. I know. But this is the best surprise. I can’t believe you’re here!”

He set you down to smile wide at you with all his teeth. You took a step back, staring up at him with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. The flicker in Jackie’s eyes alerted you that he noticed the lack of warmth in your smile.

“You okay? Something seems off.” His hands settled on your hips. The shiver that would usually come from him touching your bare skin never came. The bustle of the crew moving things faded in the background.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just been a long day I guess,” you shrugged, eyes falling to your heeled feet. “Good show?”

“Yeah, it was electric...” The cautious suspicion in his voice was evident. “You look beautiful, baby.”

Your heart jumped a little. “Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you.” The words felt almost robotic.

Jackie’s eyebrows furrowed and nose wrinkled. He had seven younger siblings, no one would ever accuse him of being unobservant.

“Listen, are you sure—“

“Is that my favorite sexy little thang?!” Jackie’s words were cut off by Tito knocking his brother out the way to pull you into a hug. You burst into laughter.

“Tito, put me down!”

“Girl, I’m ‘bout ready to run off witcha. Just say the say word.”

“You big flirt! You better watch out before I snitch to Dee.”

“Woah, now nobody said you had to do all that.” He threw his hands up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You grinned, lightly punching his shoulder. In your peripheral, Jackie had a confused look on his face.

“Baby—“

“Well look what the dang cat dragged in.” Michael and Marlon strolled up, smirking. They had towels around their necks and water bottles in their hands.

“Give me a break.” You rolled your eyes and gave them big hugs and a kiss on the cheek. “You two are lucky I actually like you guys. Great show, boys. I only caught the second half but even that was amazing.”

“But it was only amazing because of me, right? You can say so, these fools won’t mind.” Randy jogged up and hugged you too. You chuckled, rubbing his sweaty back. “Girl, you look too good. You sure you want my old nappy headed brother?”

Off to the side, Jackie scoffed, “Randy—“

“Boy, quit it. I am way too old for you.”

“Hey, I like a woman with a little experience.” The twenty year old wiggled his eyebrows and everybody cracked up. Marlon even doused him with his water bottle.

“Here, since you thirsty as hell. Back up off Jackie’s girl.”

Your smile froze in place but you laughed with everyone else, though more perfunctory. Just your luck Jackie caught that too.

“Say, we’re gonna go out to eat then head back on the road, you coming?” Tito asked.

“I was—“

“We’ll meet y’all there. Don’t wait up.” Jackie’s words overlapped yours before you were able to decline. His eyes said that there was a conversation to be had. He took your hand and walked away from the boys without another word.

With the silence behind you, you knew the guys were giving each other a look. Your face burned in embarrassment.

“Well, don’t take too long. And let the girl come up for air every once in a while,” Marlon yelled and the guys roared with laughter. You were mortified as you covered your face with the hand Jackie wasn’t gripping.

The silence in the short journey made you nervous. He brought you to a dressing room with his name on a piece of paper on the outside.

You walked to the lighted vanity and leaned against it, looking everywhere but your boyfriend. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat.

Jackie stood a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his bare chest, sweat now dry. He tilted his head, staring you down. If he didn’t say anything soon just his gaze alone would have you burst into tears.

“You really do look absolutely gorgeous, baby.”

“You already said that, Jackie.”

“I know but I thought you might needa hear it again.” He sighed, “What’s going on? You won’t look at me and your energy is off.” He took a singular step.

“It’s nothing. Just— I’m just being stupid. It was just probably too much for me to come.”

“Why? I love having you here, girl. I’d love it even more if you told me what’s wrong so I can fix it. You know I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know,” your voice cracked and you covered your face with your hands.

“Baby girl, please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, hands landing on your shoulders.

“Did you miss me, Jackie?” You mumbled, sniffling.

“What? Of course I missed you. I’ve been losing my mind every day since I last saw ya. Why you ask that?” He pulled your hands away from your face, and frowned at your running eye makeup.

“Because…” You sighed, meeting his concerned mahogany eyes, “because I saw how you were on stage with that girl and you just looked so happy. And I know you was just putting on a show but it made me think that maybe you weren’t missin’ me as much as I was you. Then it made me think about how we met and that maybe you could just find you another girl the same way. I’m just me. I ain’t nobody special. I don’t know. There’s probably so many women like me out there.”

“Girl, what?” Jackie snorted, wiping under your eyes. “Ain’t nobody out there like you. Ain’t nobody out here making me laugh harder than you do when you switch your words around in a sentence because your mouth moves faster than your brain sometimes. Ain’t nobody out here picky with they food like you. Crazy girl will only eat the tomatoes in ketchup, otherwise tomatoes are dead to you.”

You chuckled with a watery smile.

“And ain’t nobody out here taking care of me the way I’ve had to care of other folks my whole life… but you. Baby, how could I possibly want anybody else? You are one in a million. Hell, one in a ten million.”

“You mean that, Sig?” You whispered, beaming.

He nodded. “Can’t no random fan whose face I ain’t even gon remember tomorrow change that. I missed you so much that sometimes I lie awake at night practicing jokes I planned to tell you the next time I saw you just so I could hear you laugh.”

You giggled, “Now baby, you know you not funny like that.”

“Girl, I’m the funniest man you’ve ever met.”

“Nah, that would be Marlon.”

“It really do be your own people.” He dramatically clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “You ain’t had to knock your man down like that.”

“You right. I’m sorry. You want me to kiss it better?” The corner of your lips curled. Your hands traced his collarbone.

Jackie stepped right in your space so your chests were touching and you had to crane your neck to look up at him. His eyes locked on your plump lips.

“How ‘bout I kiss it better?” His big hands cradled your face while he peered into your eyes, waiting for permission.

Your hands clasped around his wrists. You licked your lips as your core throbbed.

“You love me?”

“With everything that I am.”

Even in your heels you still had to go on your toes to snatch his lips in a crushing kiss. Oh how you missed the weight of his mouth on yours. You practically sighed into his warmth.

He slanted his lips over yours then his tongue was deep in your mouth. You pushed back against him with your own circling his violently. He moaned sucking on your tongue as if wanting to swallow it. Your hands wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin.

He pulled back and dropped wet kisses down your neck and then fell to his knees before you could blink. He grabbed your foot and placed it on his shoulder and you were worried your heel would dig into his skin.

“Sig, what you doing?” You panted.

“I’m gonna show you how much I missed you, baby.”

He kissed the inside of your thighs then his calloused fingers rubbed at your clit through your lacy panties.

“You so damn wet for me, girl. Don’t make no damn sense.”

You moaned at that familiar sensation you ached for when your boyfriend wasn’t around. He pushed the doused fabric to the side and licked the outer lips of your cunt before spreading them apart.

His broad tongue covered so much of you that every long lick felt like he was nearly licking your asshole too and your legs shook. He teased your clit with rhythmic flicks and you tossed your head back, moving your hips against his face.

Jackie grunted, curling his tongue to collect your honey. Your hands dug into his scalp pulling him deeper into you. Two of his blunt fingers pushed into you and you whined loudly. They set a teasing pace, only just barely touching that sweet spot inside you.

You wanted to cry in frustration, feeling tears sting your eyes.

He chuckled in your pussy fully aware of what he was doing.

“You want it?”

“More than anything, baby. I love you! Please!” You pushed yourself on his fingers, hoping they’d go deeper.

His lips suckled on your bundle of nerves when finally he stopped playing in you and scratched that spot that had your knees weak. The effect was instant. Your walls clamped down on his creamed fingers as he continued sucking like he had candy in his mouth. You came with a sharp gasp and the leg you balanced on wobbled.

He pulled back with wet lips and your heart swelled. You removed your leg from his shoulder to regain balance but your breathing was still out of sorts. He gazed into your lidded eyes while he cleaned every inch of his fingers.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you taste, baby. I can’t go that long again without having you.”

He rose from his knees and took your lips in a dominating kiss. You fought back but were quickly overpowered. The taste of you on his mouth was heady.

You reached for his pants that encased his very obvious bulge when his hands blocked you and you shot him a confused look.

“Sig, what—“

“Not today. I don’t need it. I just wanted, needed, to do that for you. Little bit for me too,” he smirked and you kiss him again, sweetly.

“You are so good to me,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest. He still smelled like his sweat and it was heaven.

“Only because you deserve it. You deserve the world, really.” Jackie kissed the top of your head, hands rubbing circles on your back.

“You gon give it to me?”

“I’m definitely gon try.”