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Today was an eventful day with Janet. First, she took you to a sex store for the very first time; you’d always decline whenever your other girlfriends would try to convince you to just go inside and check some toys out, “You don’t even have to buy them.” One would say as you shook your head, the rest of the group groaning at your unadulterated lifestyle. But to each their own, you guess.

“Janet, I can’t believe today! That was my first time in a store like that.” You waved the bag with the soft pink vibrator inside. Janet giggled at your excitement as you settled yourself down on her couch, taking the box out and examining it.

“Jan, I don’t know why I’m nervous,” You huffed and threw your body further into the couch, “It’s just… I’ve never done anything like this and you know that. That’s also embarrassing too. Being a grown woman with no sex life!” You screamed into her pillow. Janet sat beside you and placed a hand on your back.

“Sweetheart, maybe you’re just not ready to do anything yet. Don’t put pressure on yourself and rush into things you’re not comfortable with, and don’t create these thoughts about you being grown and still a virgin, you hear me?” Janet gave you a reassuring smile after her speech. You pulled her into a deep hug and sighed.

“Thanks, Jan. I really needed that, especially from you, girl.”

“No problem, honey. Maybe, I can help you out with that shyness you have rooted in you?” Janet’s hand inches up your thighs, salacious thoughts start flooding her mind. There, you sat stiff like a cardboard cut out not knowing the next move you should pull.

“J-Janet, w-we’re friends-”

“And friends help each other out, no?” Janet gave your thigh a tight squeeze, a whimper flying through your lips. The thought of Janet possibly being your first brings you so much excitement, but you can’t truly admit that. You couldn’t find the right words to tell Janet how you actually felt; hopefully, your body does the talking for you.

“F-friends do help each other out.” You gulped feeling her hand grab at your left breast, kneading it nice and slowly. You swore you could feel the drenched cotton fabric of your panties cling to your pussy from the lightest touches. Your mind starts to wonder how your body will react the second you’re completely bare.

“Let’s take these clothes off, this is all about you, mama.” Janet begins to strip you, gasping every time an article of clothing hits the floor taking in your beautiful figure.

“Jan, you’ve seen me before y’know.” You shyly cover up, heat crept up your neck as her staring intensifies.

“No, no,” She grabs your hands in hers, “You’re absolutely beautiful, honey.” You muttered a soft “Thank you.” Which Janet picked up. Her eyes wandered towards your pussy. You shook your head and that gave her attention towards your stricken face.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Janet asked with concern laced in her voice, dropping your hands to lift your head towards her for eye contact.

“I-I haven’t shaved…” You told her, titling your head at her confused state.

“I’m a grown woman, you think I care that this pretty pussy isn’t shaved? Lay back on this couch and I’ll show you how much I don’t care.” Janet pushes down on the couch, spreading your legs seeing your arousal coating your pubic hairs.

“Do you want this, baby?” Janet asks.

“P-please, be my first, Jan.” Janet chuckles before she starts placing sweet kisses on your right inner thighs, every muscle twitching on her lips.

“Don’t be nervous ‘round me, pretty girl. You’re doing so well for me, always.” Her face now nuzzled in your pussy, planting a kiss on your swollen clit. You gasped, grabbing the pillows for support as she sucked and lapped at your clit. Flows of whines and curse words erupt from your mouth as she begins to go harder. Her hands slowly creeped up to toy with your nipples, the pleasuring soon started to become overbearing, a tight knot in your stomach waiting to become undone.

“W-wait, Jan. I d-don’t wanna mess up, p-please wait.” Janet ignores your pleas and starts flicking her tongue faster in your pulsating clit. Your vision starts to become spotted as you feel a euphoric high wash over your body. Janet soon lifts off and reaches over to your new vibrator. Ripping it off the box, she twirls it between her fingers.

“Next, ‘m gon show you how overstimulation and edging feels.” She smiled, her face gleaming with your essence.

“Janet-” The buzzing head of the vibrator touched the hood of your clit, puffy and sensitive from Janet’s tongue assault. Your back arches off the couch as she does up and down your nub in a slow, agonizing pace. You grabbed her hand that held the vibrator; hoping she’ll stop but she pushes your hand out the way.

“If you do that again, I’ll have to punish you during your first. We don’t want that to happen now do we?” Janet smirked at your fucked out face, shaking your head as she continues her tortuous act.

“O-Oh God, ‘m right there, Jan.” Janet stops and smiles as you cried.

“W-why? I was so close-”

“Well, that’s how edging works, mama. Let’s continue with the overstimulation.” Janet turns the toy up a notch, the buzzing sounds angry and fast. Your body trembles as the tip of the vibrator ghosts your clit.

“Janet, p-please?” You’re not exactly sure what you’re asking for, but you hope that it does something to end the painful, pleasurable experience you’re facing for the first time.

“Please what? Tryna cum? Go ahead, mama. I got you. Janet begins to circle the toy around your clit. The feeling in your stomach from before came back, but this time it feels more powerful. More pressure it feels like on your bladder.

“Jan- Jan! Shit—” The sound of a splash can be heard on her hardwood floors, but Janet doesn’t stop there. Her mouth is back on your clit, hungrily lapping like she hasn’t had food or water for days.

“O-okay, that’s enough, please!” You cried out, hand pushing her head back so you could escape from being devoured.

Janet gives your clit one last kiss; sitting up to face you.

“How was your first, mama?”

Your body convulses, thighs shuddering, and breathing ragged. How could she sit up here and smile after the sexual torture she gave you?

“Not that I need an answer, I could tell you really enjoyed it.”

Having Michael as your boyfriend has been the greatest blessing that’s even been laid upon you. He’s not like any other man. He’s a man who takes his sweet time with you, asking you what you exactly need and how he could help you feel better. Spoiling you with his tongue on your sweet pussy every now and then satisfies you more than diamond necklaces or shopping sprees. You were so dependent on Michael to make you cum, having your legs shake every time he denied your orgasm to make you beg so prettily for him.

“Beg for it, lovely. Use that pretty voice and beg, mama.” Two of his slender fingers pumped agonizingly slow into you, your thighs twitching as you feel yourself getting closer but he pulls away.

“You didn’t beg for it, sweet girl. You know I had to stop, right? How else would you get your treat without asking, hm? You gotta use that pretty mouth, mama. Be a good doll and ask me, beg for me to help you, okay?” His charismatic tone flowing like molasses has you humping his hand like a dog in heat. Growing frustrated with your lack of talking, Michael pulls his hands away once more causing you to groan.

“You’re so fuckin’ spoiled it’s ridiculous, girl. I’ll leave you high and dry right now, but I know my poor baby can’t cum by herself, can she?” You looked up at him with teary eyes, cheeks stained with tears and your chin slicked with your drool.

“N-no M, Michael. Please let me cum. hurts so much to hold it in, baby.”

“See, it wasn't so hard now was it? You made it more difficult than it has to be. Now, c’mere and let me take care of my sweet girl, okay?”

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“See, baby. This is why you’re in the predicament that you’re in now,” A loud crack of the paddle vibrated against your ass, your body jerked from Janet’s lap. The burning sensation on your ass begins become numb and raw due to the woman’s repeated assault landing on your rear end.

“J-Janet-” You called for her attention just for you to receive another swing of her paddle on your reddening rump.

“Ms. Jackson, you know better than to call me that when I’m not in the mood for your shit.” Janet caressed your tender ass, her pointer finger rubbing down your clothed folds.

Janet hummed in amusement, “You weren’t supposed to enjoy this punishment. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Jan- Ms Jackson, I did learn my lesson, please. Spare me?” You looked back with glassy eyes, hoping she had a change of heart and ease off the brutal discipline.

“Mhm. I have a better idea. On my boot, grind that pretty pussy on it, nasty girl.” You shuffled down to the floor and hovered over her boot. Janet nodded her head once and you sunk down, grinding in a hasty, greedy manner.

“Uh uh no, you start slow. That’s it, baby. You don’t get to be greedy today, especially after that lil’ stunt you pulled.”

You whined, wrapping your arms around her leg, bare tits rubbing on the fabric of her jeans. You were almost close from the stimulation of her nudging her boot up once in a while and your nipples against the slightly frayed material.

Janet could tell you were close to your orgasm, “You wanna cum? Go ahead, baby. Let it go, mama.”

A loud groan escaped your body like it has been trapped there for an eternity. Your body stutters as you ride your orgasm out. Slowly raising up, you looked down at the mess on her leather boot and licked it while maintaining eye contact.

“Such a dirty girl. I’m so lucky I’ve found someone that matches my nastiness as well. She coos while caressing your hair.”

“Learned your lesson, pretty girl? Janet gripped your roots, nails digging in your scalp to make you look up at her.

“Yes, Ms Jackson. ‘M so sorry.”

“Good, if this happens again, I won’t let you cum for a week; that’s a promise.”

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　Michael had always been sneaky with his kisses, especially placing small, quick pecks near your lips and pretending he’s off to somewhere in a scurry. “See y’ later, honey! Don’t wait up.” The kiss nearing your lip was quick— something you didn’t think further on. You're so accustomed to his sly kisses that you’ve brushed it off as friends greeting each other or bidding goodbyes, but Michael on the other hand— Oh, how he wished it was much longer than that short kiss he planted on you.

　Michael’s love for you doesn’t go unnoticed by others. The small, sweet gestures like holding your hand. The bedazzled crystal thumb of his glove rubbing small, soothing circles on your hand whenever you’re at an awards ceremony in support with him. He knows you hate the cameras and spotlight, it’s the simple things like that that makes others assume you both are each other’s lovers.

　“Michael’s sure all over her,” his brother Marlon making his presence known as he spots you two working on a puzzle together. “I see why everybody thinks you two are together. I mean, y’all both are cute together now.” Marlon states while making kissy sounds. “Marlon, leave us alone!” Michael yelled, chasing him into the foyer of Hayvenhurst.

　You were also unaware of what other people are seeing in you and Michael’s. “It’s all platonic.” “There’s nothin’ goin’ on, guys.” The people around you would just shrug and change the subject like it was nothing, the majority of the party not believing you.

　“Michael?” You scurried into his private studio, his soft humming mimicking a beat stops abruptly.

　“Yes, baby?” He looked up from his notepad with genuine concern lingering in his eyes. “Something’s bothering you?”

　“Everybody’s thinks we’re dating,” you laughed but Michael kept a straight face. “Ain’t that ridiculous, Mike?”

　“That’s what you’re comin’ in here in a hurry for? Girl, I thought it was somethin’ important.” Michael chuckled and pulled you into his lap, your back flushed against his chest, his thumb rubbing your hand in careful strokes.

　“Make them think. Let their heads hurt at the assumptions they’re tryna build up in regards to our relationship. We know what we are, and that’s important, right?” You sighed. “You’re right, Michael. That’s all that matters.” Michael hummed in agreement. You both sat in silence until he spoke up.

　“Wanna hear a song i’m makin’, sweet girl? You can only listen to a few seconds of it.” A song that he’s dedicating to you on his new album, Thriller.

　Months later after Michael’s album Thriller became a huge commercial hit, he was around you more often. Coming to your home to check on you and bring food, riding around with him and Bill as you explore the California nightlife scene eating sugary snacks along the way.

　“Mike,” Michael hummed around the fork you were feeding him cake with. Right now, you both are at a rented out restaurant feeding each other. How romantic. Michael’s inner voice complimented.

　“Y’know, earlier today Jan and Toya told me you wrote “The Lady In My Life.” about me, is that true?” Michael backed away from the fork and wiped his mouth, nodding his head.

　“Why would you listen to anything my sisters say?” Michael whined, jutting his bottom lip out.

　“Because, Mike, it's cute! I will admit. I love the song more than anything else. You put so much of you into this track. So much soul and that it’s admirable, honey.” Michael felt his heart racing and butterflies dancing in his stomach. The beads of sweat dripping down his temple has him thinking, is it the beaming lights or the confession of you liking a song he’s dedicated to you.

　“Let’s go home. I wanna slow dance to my favorite song. I also got a new record player!” You beamed, grabbing his hand as he threw a generous amount of money on the table.

　“I could’ve gotten you that new record player, y’know.” Michael scoffed; you rolled your eyes at him.

　“I saved up for this, Michael! And I wanted to surprise you.” Michael cooed as he saw your bright smile plastered on your face. The moonlight shone on your bronze skin, the silhouette of your afro and curvy frame following you both on the brick wall. Michael’s love for you intensified that night. From the little date, riding around him all day, the sweet, sultry song that came out months ago. Michael is where he’s wanted to be. He’s very jubilant and tonight will be the night you’ll know how you make everyday in his life worth living.

my cutest fic ever! i hope you all enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it! <3

manipulative bsf!reader who reminds michael she’s all that he needs! reassuring him that he doesn’t need a woman to love on when he has you to give his unconditional affection to. “all you need is your best friend, mikey! i’ve been here your whole life. wouldn’t it be weird to put a stranger before your best friend?”

manipulative bsf!reader who refers to michael as her ‘boyfriend’ during conversations, batting her lashes, cooing over a man her own friends have no idea about.

manipulative bsf!reader who buys a customized gold chain with yours and michael’s name. clasping the necklace around michael’s neck, his fingers touched the engraved, cool metal. “thank you, this is so sweet of you, bunny!” he beamed. oh, michael just doesn’t know that the necklace is a hint to others that you’ve successfully claimed your territory.

manipulative bsf!reader who masturbates to the thought of corrupting michael, turning him into a man who can’t live without your touches. also, molding him into thinking he has to depend on you only.

manipulative bsf!reader replaying the memory of masturbating on michael’s bed while he’s laying on the very spot you had your orgasm.

manipulative bsf!reader who convinces michael to starting giving kisses every time they greet each other! each day, you’re at his door puckering your lips awaiting for his plush lips to touch yours. “c’mon, mike. this is very platonic, just shows how much we trust and love each other.” michael finally gives in and kisses your fruity flavored lips. he swore a moaned vibrated against his lips as you deepened the kiss, “sorry, mikey! got carried away.”

manipulative bsf!reader who gets irked watching other women fawning over michael. the jealousy in the pit of your stomach starts to emerge as you see him on tv with celebrities and fans grabbing his attention, even one woman hooks her arm around his! oh he’s gonna get an earful when he gets home tonight.

manipulative bsf!reader who points out the way michael looks at others whenever they’re alone. “you’ve been gawking at her since we came here, mikey. is she pretty?” michael shook his head and laughed, “she is, yeah.” you hummed, “prettier than me?” michael’s head eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets at the comparison.

“c’mon bunny.” michael groaned, hiding the slight embarrassment he felt coming. “can’t even answer a question, you silly baby. ‘m just teasin.’” you pinched his cheeks, then your hand goes down to fixed the necklace michael wore with your name chiseled into. “well, i know your answer and everybody will know who you belong to. keep wearin’ the necklace, baby.”

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michael slows down his thrusts as an idea popped into his head. an idea he’s never thought of, but found it hot while looking at the mirror that’s facing the both of you.

“dolly, wanna try somethin’?” you whined and bucked your hips, impatiently. “oh, mikey. why did you stopped? was feeling really good.”

the vampire above you chuckled, “i know my sweet girl, see that mirror right there? ‘m gonna make you face it and i want you to look at how pretty your little hole is whenever its full of me, ‘kay?” you nodded as michael turned your body to face the mirror. no reflection, okay.

“wait, michael if this is one of your tricks-” your words turned into a flow of whimpers as you feel the stretching, burning sensation of his dick easing its way inside of your sopping pussy. you threw your head back, not even paying attention to the mirror anymore. michael grabbed the back of your neck, your eyes set upon your pussy that’s being opened by an invisible force.

“feels good? this is how your pussy looks when you take dick that’s being given by me. no one else can open you up like this, can they?” your body starts convulsing. your legs and arms shake each time his tip kisses your cervix.

“answer me.” his voice full of demand, with a hint of desperation.

“n-no, michael! t-they could never stretch me— aah! like this.”

satisfied with your answer, his thrusts grows faster and more animalistic, almost reaching at an inhuman pace.

“good. not that i need an answer from you, since we both know who you’ll only crawl back to.”

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