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@judesboots
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𐙚 ⎯⎯⎯ frankie, eighteen, she/her, gemini, black, i have vitiligo, moonwalker! I write for: michael jackson
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lowk why does any1 care that much… like are you in the relationship with them? does it harm you ? if they weren’t happy no one’s forcing them to be together likeeeee i dont think they gaf
i dont rlly gaf, someone posted a pic on here and i think i commented “they’re cute” and they sent me an ask saying “you clearly know nothing about them” like yeah i don’t bro 🥀
Ashlyn cheated on her bf with Jude, Jude hooked up with escorts in Dubai then came back to Madrid and hooked up with ashlyn, ashlyn has stalked girls Jude hooked up with and Jude himself, ashlyn was an escort and a jersey chaser she is known in the basketball fandom for hooking up and dating basketballers, also has a history with a lot of black famous rich men, Jude was flirting with other girls the same time he met ashlyn. And there’s more
DANG they’re messy
I wanted to send you a request but your pinned post says closed
shit, ill change it to open! ✨
anyone wanna send me jobe or jude requests? also can take some for michael (jackson) too!!
please read my other works to get an idea of how i write.
so you can get an idea of how i write!! feel free to ask for smut, angst, fluff, or a mix! i’ll write the ones that stand out to me the most, so unfortunately i can’t do them all :( but i’ll try my best!!
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— get a job(e) !
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, choking, sexual photography, praise
pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader
summary: y/n gets a job as the photographer for dortmund, and attracts the eyes of a certain midfielder.
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five months had passed since y/n had first turned up at the stadium, portfolio in one hand, and camera in the other.
she’d been at every match since, capturing the players post-match celebrations, their victory poses, candid shots mid-game.
her ‘office’ was a small room tucked in the corner of the building, a desk with a computer, and a chair.
her eyes scanned across the screen, moving the mouse to click across various snaps she’d taken of jobe in the match earlier.
it wasn’t the first time y/n had caught herself staring, her cursor hovering over the picture for a second longer than the others.
he was mid-run, weaving the ball past the opposing players in a way that made her heart speed up watching it live.
being the team photographer, she’d developed a close bond with all the players but there was something…different about jobe.
y/n could’ve sworn she’d felt him staring a few too many times when she was photographing matches.
and she was almost a hundred percent sure he’d make sure to run past her whenever he scored, so she could capture his wide grin.
“y/n?”
the sound of her name made her gaze dart up, quickly closing off of the picture, almost suspiciously fast.
luckily for her, the staff member standing by the door to her office didn’t think anything of it, a coffee in one hand, leaning against the oak.
“yeah?” y/n swallowed, clearing her throat, looming over the top of her computer.
“we’ve finished up in the media room,” he said, “you all good to lock up?”
y/n nodded, her gaze darting down to the time in the bottom right of her screen. 23:16. it was later than she thought.
“cheers,” he nodded, turning to leave as y/n looked at the rest of the photos she still had to process - forty eight.
the number was almost annoyingly high as she sighed. she couldn’t stay too late at the office either, she’d have to finish the rest back at the hotel.
with a sigh, she pulled her usb from the side of the computer, gently placing her camera into its case. she pocketed the little stick, collecting the polaroids she’d taken into her hand.
the hotel was a short walk - five minutes - from the place as y/n twisted her key into the lock of the front door.
the crisp, cool air blew gently on her face as she buried her hands into her pockets, the yellow light of the hotel lobby shining through the glass doors.
the warmth greeted her as she stepped inside, smiling to the receptionist, holding up her key to show she already had a room.
the woman nodded, returning her smile.
the elevator hummed as it carried her three flights up, a little ‘ding’ signalling she was on her floor as the doors opened.
she hummed lightly under her breath as she sorter through the polaroids, pausing at one of them.
jobe, in his practise bib, dribbling past one of the defenders, a look of concentration on his face.
and, well, he looked good.
y/n hadn’t even realised she’d stopped walking, her finger hovering over the little photo.
“Is that me?”
she gasped, the pictures almost tumbling out of her hands at the voice as her head shot up.
of all the people she wanted to see in that moment, jobe was the last one.
well, he did look kinda good.
he had a plain black t-shirt on, and grey joggers that hung low on his hips, face shining from his shower. he smelt good too, the same cologne he always wore.
“uh…” y/n looked down to the polaroid in her hand, “yeah,”
“good shot,” he took it gently from her hand, examining it closely. it was hard to ignore how close he was to her.
“you’re good at scoring,” y/n said, adjusting the strap of her camera on one shoulder as jobe looked down, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
“thanks,” he buried his hands into his pockets, “but i meant your camera work,”
ah. shit.
“oh right,” she said, shaking her head, “thanks,”
“y’came back late,” jobe commented, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, “they keep you in that office all night?”
“no,” y/n laughed, “had a few more photos to process. gonna finish the rest in my room,”
his face lit up.
“yeah? you could finish it in my room,” he shrugged, “i have a laptop. and besides, wanna see how that works,” he nodded to the camera.
y/n opened her mouth, any excuse she had dying on her tongue as he flashed her his typical, bright smile,
“alright,”
she followed him quietly to his room, a few away from hers, as he pressed his keycard to the handle.
why had he even been walking down the corridors?
y/n pushed the question to the back of her mind as he pushed the door open, holding it out for her.
it looked pretty much the same as hers, the tv playing on low volume, his bed a little crumpled from being laid on, and his phone plugged in on his bedside table.
“make yourself at home,” he pulled his laptop from his bag, placing it on the edge of his bed for her as she nodded.
“cheers,” jobe smiled, accepting the camera case gently, laying it out on the duvet as y/n opened the laptop screen.
“just be careful with the lens,” she said as he unzipped the case, flipping the lid.
he hummed, lifting it gently.
“yes ma’am,” he muttered, half serious, half joking, “like a girl who knows what she’s on about,”
y/n swallowed, thankful for once in her life that she had her back to him, so he couldn’t see the way her face burned at the compliment.
“pinch and twist,” she made a motion in the air, looking over her shoulder, directing him how to take the cap off the lens.
jobe did what she said as y/n pushed the usb into the port on the side of the laptop.
“y/n,” he held the camera up to his eye, “smile,”
she turned, the flash exploding from the lens before she even had a second to register what he was doing.
“jobe, no- delete that!” she groaned as he pulled the camera down, a wide grin on his face.
it was a half-candid shot, her lips parted slightly, eyes wide, mid gasp.
“y’look pretty,” he held the camera up again as y/n shrieked, holding a hand to cover her face.
“stop being a dick!” y/n whined as he pulled her hand down, snapping another picture, and grinning down at it like he’d taken the photo of the century.
“let me work or i’m going back to my room,” she huffed, opening the file of her usb.
“sorry,” jobe said, camera still in his hands as he moved down the bed, watching over her shoulder.
y/n swallowed as he rested his chin on her, watching her scroll through the photos.
they’d never been this close before.
“which ones your favourite?”
“of you?” y/n asked, her mouse hovering over each photo as she scrolled through the hundreds she’d taken that day.
“any,” he hummed, voice softer in her ear as she moved down through the pictures, her heart thumping faster in her chest.
“this one,” y/n said, stopping on one of jobe, the ball against his right foot, about to be kicked into the goal.
“you’ve got a lot of me,” he commented, a smile filling his face as she looked down to the keyboard, and then back to the screen.
“you’re around the camera the most,”
“yeah, maybe i am,” he moved back, so his lips brushing against her neck for a split second.
y/n shivered, her breath catching in her throat at the contact.
“show me how to take good photos,” jobe picked up the camera again, “i wanna learn,”
all hesitation melted from her mind as he leaned forwards again, lips dragging down the side of her neck, “got a real pretty muse too,”
“jobe, this isn’t a good idea-,”
“shhh. who’s gonna know?” he hummed against her neck, sucking gently against her pulse point as she gasped, unconsciously tilting her head to the side to give him better access.
the nod of her head was all jobe needed, placing the camera down on the side and pushing himself off the bed.
y/n watched with baited breath as he took the laptop from her lap, placing it on the side.
his breath was hot as he leaned down, lips pressing to hers, pulling her into his arms, her legs wrapped round his waist.
it felt like fire, where his fingertips brushed the skin of her thighs, his tongue pushing between her lips.
y/n moaned into his mouth as he pulled her down, jumping her against his growing bulge, becoming more and more obvious in the material of his thin joggers.
“jobe,” she whined into his mouth, the cool metal of his chain under her hand as she dragged her fingers down his chest.
he kept one hand on her thigh, the other coming to her face to pull her closer, fingers grazing her jaw.
jobe only pulled away when y/n needed air, his lips working overtime along her neck.
“so pretty,” he mumbled into her, voice almost raspy.
he lowered her down onto the mattress, making quick work of pulling her sweater off over her head.
y/n could feel her face heat up as he moved back, groaning at the sight beneath him.
before she could say anything, he leaned over her, grabbing the camera from the side.
“jobe,” y/n’s arms instinctively came over her chest, not because she didn’t want him to take the photo, because god, she did.
it was more that she’d never really been in a situation like that. she felt vulnerable.
“its just for my eyes, okay?” jobe leaned down as y/n thought over his words. then, she nodded.
“okay,”
jobe was gentle with her, pulling her arms softly from her chest, the black lace of her bra cupping her breasts perfectly.
he moved back, holding the camera to his eye as he’d seen y/n do countless times, a flash blooming from the lens as he snapped the photo.
“fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, staring down at the little screen on the camera, a mini version of the sight before him, as he leaned down, pressing a hot kiss to the top of her breast.
“need you s’bad,” y/n whined, a sudden boost of confidence surging into her as she pushed herself to sit up, her hands coming to the waistband of his joggers.
jobe’s hand came to her cheek immediately, cupping her face.
god she looked so pretty, eyes blown wide with need, lips swollen from his own.
“do it,” he nodded, camera still in his shaking hand as she pulled the material down past his thighs, letting it pool round his ankles.
jobe was already semi-hard, a low groan escaping his lips as she wrapped her hands round his base, leaning forwards to press a kiss to his tip.
his dick twitched in her hand at that as y/n looked up at him through her lashes.
jobe raised the camera to his eye again, snapping the hottest picture he’d ever seen, as y/n wrapped her lips round his tip.
“that’s it, pretty,” he cupped her cheek again, feeling where his dick bulged against her, “nice an’ slow,”
y/n did what he said, swirling her tongue round his throbbing tip before pushing more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head slow, up and down.
“so big…” she whispered, tongue gliding from his shaft, right to his tip, tracing the vein on the underside of his dick, looking up at him through her lashes.
his hand reached down her back, unclipping the little hooks of her bra as he groaned, letting it fall away from her body.
“so fuckin’ beautiful,” one of his hand’s came to the back of her head, fingers splayed across her hair, the other cupping one of her breasts, “need t’fuck you,”
y/n nodded, pulling him out of her mouth with a wet pop as jobe lifted his arms, tearing his shirt off with surprising ease.
“hands and knees,” jobe said, voice low as y/n did what he said.
“jobe, mm, fuck,” she moaned as he stood behind her, leading forwards to press hot kisses down her back.
his hands came to her waist, undoing the zipper on her skirt and letting it fall, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“let me take care of you, beautiful,” jobe moved his hands between her thighs, her core burning with need.
“fuck,” y/n moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers spread her lips apart.
“so wet, this all f’me?” he hummed, voice low as he collected her arousal on the tip of his finger, “or you this wet from lookin’ at the other guys?”
y/n shook her head, a shiver going through her as his finger ghosted over her clit.
“you,” she whined, “j-just you,”
“yeah?” jobe pressed down on her clit, “me? all this is just f’me?”
y/n nodded again, desperate. “all f’you,”
“good,” he hummed, standing behind her as he took himself in his hand.
jobe pumped himself slowly, spreading her salvia from his tip down to his shaft, running his tip between her pussy lips.
“jobe, please, put it in,”
he did exactly that, pushing his tip against her hole as she moaned.
he was thick and long, stretching her pussy out round him.
“shit,” y/n gasped, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at the stretch, it felt like he was splitting her in half.
“you can take it, baby,” he leaned down, arm wrapping round her neck so her chin rested in the crook of his elbow, “just relax, alright?”
jobe’s other hand reached forwards, rubbing sloppy circles into her clit as she moaned again, her pussy loosening round him.
he kept going til he bottomed out inside of her, his dick twitching inside of her.
“jobe,” y/n whined, pushing her hips back against him as he fumbled for the camera beside her, moving back.
“just one more picture, alright?”
the sound of the flash going off echoed in the room again, before he dropped the camera beside her, wrapping his arm round her neck again.
her back arched into him, lips parted.
jobe’s chest was hot against her back as he leaned forwards, his breath quick.
y/n felt the air from her throat pause as he squeezed, pulling almost all the way out, before burying back inside of her.
“ah- fuck,” jobe groaned, sinking back into her warmth as she moaned, the sound tight from him choking her.
he repeated it again, sinking back into her before he started a steady rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth.
“fuck, jobe, feels s’full,” she gasped, eyes fluttering closed.
“i know baby, you can take it,”
y/n pushed herself back into him, his hips snapping into her ass with every harsh thrust as she whined, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
“that’s it, pretty, just like that,” jobe swallowed, his other hand on her waist, squeezing at the soft flesh.
he slammed into her, his thrusts deep and long, letting her gasp for air as he let go of her neck.
jobe’s rhythm never faltered, his tip slamming against her cervix, filling her up again and again.
“fuck- yes, yes, yes-,” y/n gasped, his hips snapping against her ass.
“‘s alright,” he said immediately as y/n gasped, eyes wide when he pulled out.
jobe’s hand came to her waist, guiding her to lay on her back before he pushed back in, filling her up once more.
y/n moaned, head pushed back into the duvet as he did, eyes closed.
“y’feel so good, pretty,” he moved back, angling his hips so he could push deeper into her, “so fuckin’ good,”
“‘m so close,” y/n gasped, his fingers tight on her waist, almost bruising.
at her words, he let go immediately, keeping his rhythm snappy as he fumbled for the camera.
“i know, pretty,” jobe groaned, voice low, “come apart f’me,” he held the camera to his eye again, shaky as he plunged in and out of her.
“jobe, ah- fuck!”
one more thrust and a loud moan from y/n, and she finished, her toes curled, back arched into him as she moaned his name like a prayer.
flash.
the camera snapped the sight before him, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his dick buried to the hilt inside of her, her lips parted and glossy.
“gorgeous girl,” he dropped it back down, pushing harder against her.
jobe wasn’t far behind, his hips snapping into her, more sloppy as he kept going.
he fucked her through her orgasm, fingers back on her waist as he got closer.
“gonna cum, pretty girl, ‘m so close,” he moaned, words slurred and choppy as his hips stuttered against her, thick, hot cum filling her sweet pussy as she moaned, eyes closed.
he stayed inside of her for a split second, his dick twitching in her warmth before he moved back, gently inching out of her.
y/n whimpered, her body sore from the ordeal, eyes fluttering open.
“y’okay?” jobe stepped back, giving her space as she nodded, shaky.
“water,” he poured her a glass, letting her sit up as he held it to her lips, “just a small sip, that’s it,” he watched her take a few drops into her mouth.
“‘m okay, jobe,” y/n swallowed, nodding.
god, that was insane.
“you sure?”
“positive,”
he nodded, once he was satisfied with her answer, moving the camera onto the side, not before catching a glimpse of the last photo.
what a sight.
y/n stayed laid on the bed as he returned with a towel, having cleaned himself up, and then her, wiping the remnants of their activities from her sensitive pussy.
“thanks,” she mumbled, heartbeat returning to a normal pace.
“‘course. got a few t-shirts if you want any,” he nodded to his cupboard.
y/n nodded, moving to stand up as he returned to the bathroom with his own clothes.
she stayed sat on the edge of the bed when he returned, a small smile on her face.
“you gonna stay the night?”
“if you want,” she chewed on her lip, unsure if she was overstepping. but jobe, he just smiled.
“i’d like that,”
that was how the two of them ended up asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, the tv still on in the background.
jobe had a leg between hers, one arm thrown over her waist. y/n had nothing beneath her shirt, which ended mid thigh, her ass peaking over whenever she wriggled.
their chests rose and fell in harmony, her cheek pressed against him.
it wasn’t until 10am that y/n awoke, realising firstly, that she was late to work, and secondly?
all the photos on her camera uploaded straight to the dortmund photo folder.
“jobe, wake up! give me your laptop!!”
“wha- huh?!”
“give it!”
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— not your girl ! (p.1)
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, teasing, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
summary: whatever you had with jude, you’d ended it. it was too much for the both of you, but all of that went out the window the second his match finished.
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y/n had watched the match, of course she had.
she’d watched jude kick the ball to the back of the net twice in one game, the screams and cheers of the england fans blaring through the tv.
she watched as the interviewer shoved a microphone into his face after the match, asking question after question.
she caught the rasp in his voice after the relentless game, his tired smile that hardly reached his eyes.
it had been over a month since y/n had ended whatever they had going on.
neither of them could put a label on it, really.
no dates, no sweet moments.
just late-night texts, hotel rooms, and sex.
they’d both agreed to stop before someone got their heart broken. that had been the plan anyways.
y/n’s phone buzzed on the table just as she lifted her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. jude.
you watched?
her stomach dropped. she stared at the message for a full minute before she started typing back.
yeah. two goals ain’t so bad.
the typing bubble appeared almost instantly after her message.
come see me.
y/n didn’t respond, staring at the message. she could’ve laughed at the absurdity of the situation. the bubble appeared again.
one drink. that’s all i’m asking.
she should’ve ignored it. instead, forty minutes later, she found herself standing outside the private entrance to the hotel, telling herself she’d leave after ten minutes.
it was just like before.
sneaking into hotel rooms, but this time, she promised herself she wouldn’t succumb to that throb in the pit of her stomach every time he flashed his golden smile.
the walk down the corridor on the sixth floor felt longer than it was.
y/n swallowed, before she lifted her hand, knocking on the door. it swung open almost immediately.
jude leaned against the frame, fresh from a show, hair still damp. a fitted black t-shirt clung to him, sleeves tight round his biceps.
his grey joggers sat low on his hips, and he looked exhausted - though somehow it only made him look better.
his gaze settled on her, slow and deliberate, before a crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.
“knew you’d come,”
“you’re confident,” she moved passed him as he stepped aside.
“nah,” his voice was rough, the rasp from the match still lingering beneath his accent, “just know you,”
y/n walked past him into the suite, catching the clean scent of his shower gel mixed with whatever cologne he always wore.
it was familiar enough to make her chest tighten.
neither of them spoke as jude wandered to the small kitchenette.
“red or white?”
“now you’re a gentleman?”
he laughed, a quiet sound. “don’t push it,”
he reached for a bottle of red, already sitting open on the counter, pouring a generous glass before holding it out to her.
the glass looked tiny in his hand.
“the hotel wine’s crap,” jude said, “but it’ll do,”
their fingers brushed as she took the glass, his gaze lingering on her face.
“you watched the match,”
“i said i did,”
“mm,” he took a sip from his own glass, eyes never leaving hers over the rim, “knew you would,”
“you’ve got an ego,”
“scored twice tonight,” his shrugged, “i’m allowed one,”
her grip tightened around the stem of the wine glass, “i came for one drink,”
“‘course,”
his voice stayed infuriatingly even, that rough edge from the match making every word sound lower than she remembered.
y/n took a slow sip of wine, refusing to look away. she could stand her ground too.
“y’always think y’know what i’m thinking,”
“don’t have to think,” jude set his glass down on the counter with a quiet clink, “i remember,”
“remember what?”
“you,”
the room felt smaller as he took a step closer, not enough to touch, just enough that she caught the warmth radiating off him.
“if you think y’already know how tonight ends-,”
“i know how every other one ended,” he leaned forwards, eyes darkening.
“that was before,” she whispered.
“was it?” jude took another step forward, close enough now that she’d have to tilt her chin to keep his gaze.
she could smell his breath - minty, crisp.
his eyes were darker than she remembered, fixed on hers with the same maddening patience he’d always had.
“you’re trying very hard to convince yourself it was a mistake,” jude said, voice low.
“because it was,”
“then leave,”
he ask it so simply that it caught her off guard.
“door’s right there, darling,”
jude’s eyes flicked to the wine in her hand before settling back on his face. “thought so,”
y/n let our a breath through her nose.
“you’re a prick, jude,”
the corner of his mouth lifted, just barely.
“your prick,”
y/n should’ve rolled her eyes.
should've shoved past him, walked straight back out the door and never looked back.
instead, she closed the gap herself.
their foreheads nearly brushed, and for a second, neither of them moved.
“tell me to stop,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
his hand came up slowly, fingers grazing her jaw with a touch so light it almost wasn't there.
y/n leaned into it before she could stop herself.
that was all he needed.
their mouths met with weeks of restraint behind them - nothing gentle.
the kiss was messy, his hands cupping her face, pulling her impossibly closed as his tongue delved into her mouth, pushing into every corner and crevice.
her hands were pushed flat against his chest, nails dragging over the thin material as she bit down on his bottom lip, swallowing his groan.
jude’s hands dropped from her face, moving down past her chest and to her waist, squeezing at the flesh of her stomach, pulling her even deeper onto his lips.
“jude, fuck,” y/n gasped as his hands dropped down to her thighs, lifting her up and hooking her legs round his waist.
“missed you so fuckin’ much, pretty girl,”
her hands dragged down his chest, tugging on the loose material of his t-shirt.
jude’s lips dragged down her jaw and neck, peppering wet, hot kisses along her skin, walking back towards the bed.
he pulled her down her down against his bulge, half-hard in his joggers, jumping her against it as she moaned.
“don’t do that,” y/n hissed, subconsciously tilting her head to give him better access.
“don’t tell me what to do,” jude rasped, cock twitching in his trousers as he dropped her on the bed.
she bounced once as he stepped back, tossing his t-shirt off quickly.
she watched, eyes tracing every line of his body as he dropped his joggers. no boxers.
“like what you see?”
“fuck off,” y/n rolled her eyes, looking to the mattress instead.
his hand moved to her face, pulling her chin back, gaze fixed on her pretty face.
“keep your eyes on me, alright?”
she nodded.
jude let go of her chin, taking his dick into his hand, pumping himself as he watched her.
he caught the way y/n’s lips parted, staring at his pretty, swollen tip, leaking pre-cum. he spread it over the head, down his shaft, his dick painfully hard.
“c’mere, pretty,”
jude’s hand came to the back of her neck, leading her to sit up, breath hot on his dick.
she wrapped one hand round his shaft, letting jude guide his head onto her tongue.
he bulged inside of her mouth, hot and twitching as he groaned, head leaned back.
the muscles of his neck went taut, lips parted as his hand came to the back of his head. “that’s it baby, suck harder f’me,” he groaned again as she did what she was told.
the room was filled with the wet sounds of her tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of his dick.
“alright, that’s enough,” he pulled out of her mouth, a string of slick salvia and pre-cum connecting her swollen lips to his dick.
“jude,” y/n whined, his voice light and airy as he pushed her down onto the bed.
“get these out my way,” jude pushed her hands down out the way, pulling her legs apart.
there was something so…hot about jude when he manhandled her.
she moaned again as he knelt down, breath hot against her core. his fingers hooked under the waistband of her underwear, yanking them down to her ankles and throwing them off.
“still regret it?” he rasped, her legs over his shoulders, “comin’ all this way?”
y/n shook her head, almost desperate.
“i don’t, please, i d-don’t,”
jude moved forwards, knees pushed right up to her chest, her pussy on show for him.
“so pretty,” he moved forwards, breath ghosting over her before he leaned down, licking a long stripe between her lips.
the moan she let out, a mix of a mewl and a whine, filled his ears as he groaned into her, letting the sound vibrate against her.
his hand came to her stomach, thumb rubbing messy, sloppy circles into her clit as he lapped at her arousal.
“jude, fuck, it’s s’good,”
he hummed, pushing the tip of his long index finger against her hole.
“need to open you up to fit me,” he murmured, pumping in and out of her as she moaned.
that was one thing about jude bellingham.
he was big, he knew it, and he had no problem in reminding y/n every time he opened her up for him.
“tastes even better than before,” he added another finger, doing a scissoring motion inside of her as he lapped at her juices, “tastes like heaven,”
jude held her legs apart so she couldn’t hide either, lapping at her sweet pearl.
the third finger hurt, but he made it work, inching into her tight hole.
“been so long since we last did this,” he watched as his fingers pumped in and out of her, “y’sure you can still take it?” his voice was challenging and low.
“it’s not as big as you think,”
yes, it was a lie, but his ego was insane.
and then- thwack!
“jude!”
his hand came down in a slap, not too hard, right against her sensitive cunt as he pulled his dripping fingers out.
“mm?” he cocked his head, false innocence all over his face as he pushed one finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue round it, lapping up her sweet juices, before moving onto the next.
the sight was downright sinful.
“stop being an ass,” she pushed herself up, legs dropping back down, “or i swear, i’ll walk right out this-,”
“you won’t,”
y/n blinked up at him, his middle finger still in his mouth.
“y’know you won’t, don’t act thick,”
his stupid accent was maddening.
jude pulled his finger out of his mouth with a wet, slick pop, hands moving to her waist to pull her down the bed, bending her over the edge.
“just do what you do best and take my cock, okay?”
y/n scowled at that.
“takin’ it from the back so you don’t have to see my face?”
jude stopped at that. god, y/n was going to be the death of him.
“just. stop. talking,” he pushed her down onto the bed, her chest pressed to the mattress, skirt bunched up over her waist as he pushed his tip between her lips.
“well-,”
his large hand reached round her, two long, thick fingers pushing into her mouth and pressing down on her tongue as she gagged.
that was one way to make her stop.
“you’re so fuckin’ annoying sometimes,”
jude guided his head into her, her moans muffled as he pushed one finger against her warm, wet tongue.
as soon as he had enough of him inside her, he pulled on her waist, inching into her hot pussy.
their moans complimented each other, ringing loud in the room, jude’s head thrown back.
his dick inched into her, filling her to the brim.
“jude, wait-,” y/n gasped, voice muffled into the duvet, his cock half buried inside her warm cunt.
“‘s alright, you can take it,” he pushed down on her tongue again, rocking his hips gently back and forth, each thrust getting longer and deeper.
“so tight, fuck,” jude groaned, pulling his fingers from her mouth to push down her head.
he kept his rhythm til his tip slammed into her cervix, setting a quick, deep pace in and out of her.
the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and their moans, mixed together.
“fuck- yes, yes, yes-,” y/n gasped, his hips snapping against her ass.
it felt like he was splitting her in half on his dick, her body burning with pleasure.
his hands moved down her body, grabbing her waist to pull her hard against him.
“missed you so fuckin’ much,” jude rasped, slamming into her, “that pretty face, those gorgeous little moans,”
his hand came to her hair, pulling her head up, his lips against her ear.
“every time i’d finish a match, y’know who i’d be thinkin’ about, hm?”
he gave her hair another soft tug, making her moan as he slammed into her again.
“m-me!” y/n gasped, lips parted in pleasure.
“you,” jude whispered, voice low and deep, “just thinkin’ about makin’ sweet, sweet love to my girl,”
y/n moaned as he angled his hips so he could slam into that spot that made her whine louder, a pretty, lewd sound.
“c’mere,” she felt jude’s big arms round her middle, pulling out of her for a split second before he turned her round and buried his cock back into her pussy, holding her up with his arms.
a muscle in his jaw ticked as he held her, their chests pressed together, her legs wrapped round his waist.
“takin’ me so well, pretty,” he groaned into her ear, jumping her up and down on his cock, her nails dragging down his biceps.
“jude, ‘m so close, please,” y/n gasped, cheek on his shoulder.
“i know, love,” he swallowed, “me too,”
his dick slammed into her sweet spot, once, twice-
y/n felt her whole body let go, shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her, vision going white.
jude fucked her through her orgasm, peppering wet, hot kisses down her neck and chest.
he groaned, biting down into her neck as he finished, face flushed, his thick, hot cum spurting inside of her.
“fuck,”
his softening dick twitched inside of her for a second as he held her, legs slightly shaky, her nails buried into his biceps.
“…y’alright?”
y/n nodded against his shoulder as he swayed gently from side to side, pulling out of her softly.
she could feel a mix of her juices and his cum dribbling down her thigh as he rocked her gently, walking back towards the bed.
jude was surprisingly gentle as he put her down on the bed, grabbing a towel from the side and gently wiping away the remnants of their activities.
“can do it myself,” she mumbled, reaching for the towel.
“don’t,” he moved his hand away, “it’s alright, okay? i can do it,”
it felt this every time. the sex was otherworldly and afterwards she just felt…emptier than before.
like their bodies were addicted to each other but their hearts? nothing.
“‘m gonna shower,” jude moved back, tossing the towel into the laundry basket, “coming?”
god, every time that happened, it ended the same.
they’d end up tangled together, y/n on her knees in the shower, or jude with a leg hooked over his shoulder, tongue lapping at her pussy.
“i’m alright,” she swallowed, pushing her skirt back down and stepping back into her underwear.
jude nodded.
every night went the same; sex in the room, sex in the shower, then ending up tangled asleep together.
y/n didn’t know if her heart could handle it this time.
she was a mess, her makeup (which she may have spend a few extra minutes on) messy from tears, her hair dishevelled from being pulled.
after his shower, jude swallowed.
he looked at the mirror. he looked fresh, in nothing but joggers now.
his broad chest was shining from the shower and post-sex glow, joggers hung low on his hips.
he’d spent the whole shower thinking about her, and he’d finally planned what he wanted to say. how he wanted to tell her that he wanted more.
that he wanted to date her, and spoil her, and love her.
that he’d always wanted that, but he’d been scared to tell y/n, so he settled on…whatever they had now.
with a sigh, he opened the bedroom door. he’d just blurt it out, and hope it made sense.
he loved her.
but when he opened the door?
y/n was gone.
first jude fic, kinda nervous!!
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— wrapped in a bow !
warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob
pairing: michael jackson x wife!reader
summary: what if y/n asked michael if she could tie a little bow round his dick? 🤭
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husband!michael who notices the little smirk on y/n’s face as soon as she steps into the bedroom, hands behind her back, turning from side-to-side.
he raises a brow in silent question as his wife stands in the doorway, no doubt something filthy planned in her mind.
“hear me out…”
“oh god,”
“michael, just gimme a chance to explain,” she says, a pout forming on her lips as he groans, turning to face her fully.
“what if…i tied a bow on your dick?”
“of all the things i expected…”
“oh michael, please? it’d be so pretty,”
“it’s not pretty enough already?” he groans, before he looks to his wife, catching the pleading look on her face, accompanied by a pout.
first mistake.
“y/n…”
“I’ll suck you off too,” she steps forwards, eyes wide and begging.
husband!michael who sighs, because he knows fully well that once his girl has her heart set on something, it’s going to happen.
“…alright,”
y/n squeals, rushing off to another room to grab the ribbon, returning with one in every damn colour in the rainbow.
“oh it’s serious all right,” she catches the bewildered look on her husband’s face.
“pick a colour,” she holds them out in front of him. red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white…every colour.
“that one,” he points to the white one, the same as the one in her hair.
y/n drops the other ones on her vanity as he sits on the edge of the bed.
husband!michael who has to admit, a part of him is excited for it, as y;n moves to her knees on the floor on front of him.
and what a sight that is.
“y’need to be hard for it,” y/n explains, like she’s planned the whole thing out (she has), pressing her hand flat on his clothed dick
he gasps at the sudden contact, so bold, as she palms him through the material of his trousers.
“shit, baby,” his hand comes to her hair on instinct, but he quickly stops himself. he wants to see her pretty hair, all neatly done with her how, matching his too.
husband!michael who can feel his face go hot as she helps him wriggle out of his trousers, then his pants, his cock semi-hard against his thigh.
he swallows as she lays the ribbon on his thighs so she can wrap her hands round his shaft.
she hums, looking up at him as he watches, chewing on his lower lip.
“good enough?” he leans back as she lets go, his dick twitching on his lap as y/n picks up the ribbon.
“it’ll do,”
“don’t sound very sure,” he muses, watching her almost in amusement, “get it a little harder, ma,”
husband!michael who takes his dick into his own hand, pumping himself a few times before pressing his tip to her lip.
“a little kiss?”
y/n presses a soft, gentle little kiss to his tip, his dick twitching at that, before she wraps her hands round him again, peppering little kisses along his shaft.
every kiss has him gasping or hissing, his lips swollen from him biting down on them.
she keeps him dry for the most part, licking off the pre-cum that leaks from his tip, til he’s hard in her hand, twitching at every movement.
husband!michael who leans back to watch the concentration on y/n’s face as she takes the ribbon into her hand, wrapping it gently round the bottom.
his dick twitches as her fingers brush over him lightly, ghosting over his hot skin.
she ties the pretty bow with an extra flourish of her wrist, leaning back to admire her work.
“it’s s’pretty, mike! isn’t it?” y/n looks up to him.
“as pretty as the girl who tied it,” he cups her cheek, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
she smiles proudly at that, adjusting the ribbon so it sad nice on his shaft, taking him into her hand once again.
husband!michael who knows exactly what’s coming as she leans forwards, pressing a warm, wet kiss to his tip.
he groans at that, hand coming to the back of her head as she takes his head into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue round him.
“that’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice low, “s’good for me, knows exactly what i like, don’t you?”
y/n looks up through her lashes, nodding as she spreads her warm salvia along his shaft, taking a little more of him in her mouth.
husband!michael who groans when she sucks a little harder, bobbing her head up and down on his tip.
“feels so good, ma,” he gasps, “you’re a damn angel,”
she speeds up with every bit of praise he gives her, gentle guiding her to suck his tip.
y/n pulls him out of her mouth with a wet pop, lips dragging along the side of his dick, her hands working as fast as she could make them go to pleasure him.
“oh yes, ma,” he moans when her lips trace over the vein on her underside, “right there, that’s the spot, baby girl,”
husband!michael who takes her hands into his to guide her along him, the warm metal of her wedding ring dipping over every ridge and vein along his shaft as he helps her along.
“so close, baby,” he mumbles, “keep goin’…please, ma,”
and she does what he says, moving faster, the lewd sounds of her bobbing up and down on his dick echoing in the room.
husband!michael who throws his head back, hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth a he gets closer.
his hand stays on the back of y/n’s head, guiding her off of him as he’s about to finish.
“that’s my girl, that’s my girl,” he gasps, repeating it like a prayer.
she keeps her hands on him, a string os salvia connecting his tip to her lips. she pumps him a few more times, pressing delicate kisses to his pretty dick.
“baby, i’m so close, mm-,”
husband!michael who moans loudly when he finishes, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, cum spurting onto her cheek and face, hot and thick.
he’s in a state of bliss for a few seconds, y/n’s hands working him through his orgasm before his eyes flutter open.
and what a sight she is.
beads of hot cum dribbling down her cheek and lips, her hair a little messy and bow askew - she was an angel.
husband!michael who takes her hand gently, pulling her up onto his lap.
“liked it, then?” he mumbles into her ear, fixing her bow gently as she nodded, looking down to the limp bow.
he cups her jaw, peppering gentle kisses along her jaw, down to her neck.
“can i braid your hair and we-?”
husband!michael who just rolls eyes at that, knowing she’d be on some other little obsession soon enough.
“keep them ideas in there for now,” he tapped her temple gently, “i can’t get hard that quick,”
y/n giggles.
“oh yeah, you’re getting old,”
“excuse me?”
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— take the lead !
warnings: 18+ smut, michael is inexperienced and a virgin, sub michael, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), handjob
pairing: otw!michael!jackson x best!friend!reader
request: michael asks y/n to help him practise kissing, and it evolves into him learning a little more from her too. requested by @sicklyswirly 🤍🪽
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thinking about otw!michael who’s been working up the courage all afternoon to ask y/n the question that’s been lingering at the back of his mind.
“just ask, michael,” he whispered to himself, eyebrows drawn together in frustration at his own hesitation, “the worse she can say is no,”
instead, he ends up following y/n round the house like a lost puppy, opening his mouth every few seconds, before snapping it shut promptly, unable to force the words out.
“you okay?” she finally asks, eyebrow raised.
his head darts up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, like he’d just been caught doing something bad.
“hm?”
“michael, i know there’s somethin’ on your mind,” she says, hands on hips. sometimes he cursed how well she knew him.
otw!michael who plays with the friendship bracelet on his wrist, before looking to her shyly, unsure how to approach the topic.
in his mind, he imagined taking her to the garden, or maybe sitting in the living room, holding her hands, and asking it sweetly.
“can i ask you somethin’?”
y/n nods.
“would you…teach me how to kiss?” he blurts out. nothing like he imagined.
she blinks at him, words struggling to form in her throat.
“‘cause-,” he starts, the words rushing out of his mouth, “i don’t mean-it doesn’t have to be you, i just…i dont really know how and…i trust you,”
otw!michael who somehow finds himself sat on the edge of his bed, hands on his lap.
he looks up for a split second, his gaze on her lips, before he looks back down to his hands again, the tips of his ears burning hot.
”just relax,” y/n says, her voice soft as she looks to him, “you’re stiff as a board,”
“can’t help it,” he mumbles back, shoulders curling in on themselves as y/n sits on her heels, taking one of his hands in hers. that makes him go a little looser.
“my heart’s beatin’ so fast,” he whispers, eyes wide, “look,” he takes her hand, spreading her hand flat against his chest.
“it is,” she says, “just relax, baby,”
otw!michael who just nods, and he swears he can feel his heart stutter at the nickname. baby.
he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his entire focus on y/n as she leans forwards, her breath hot against his lips.
she’s gentle with him at first, her hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his pretty, heart shaped lips.
he goes less tense as she pouts at him, nodding for him to copy.
and when their lips meet?
it’s almost like he doesn’t know what to do, frozen as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue hot and wet against his lower lip.
“…oh,” he says, when she pulls back.
“close your eyes,”
his lashes flutter against his cheek as he does what she says, her lips on his once again.
she’s soft, she’s gentle, she’s perfect.
y/n moves a little more faster this time, her tongue pressing to his lips until he parts them to give her way, his hands sliding up her waist.
it felt…good.
really good.
otw!michael who doesn’t push her back when she moves forwards, settling on his lap, instead helping her get comfortable, hands trailing along her thighs, under her skirt.
it’s like a sense of confidence came over him, his fingers splayed against her hot skin.
they both pull back - not because they want to, but because they need air - before their lips are back on each other’s.
it feels more sensual this time, their heads at opposite angles, tongues moving in tandem.
otw!michael who’s hands moved further up her skirt, his fingers tips brushing the cotton of her panties as her hands come to his shoulders.
he pulls back at the next gasp for air, y/n’s hands twisted tight into his shirt.
he looks so perfect, lips coated in her salvia, his heart-shaped lips glossy. his eyes are dazed too, blurry and out of focus.
so damn beautiful.
“…michael?”
his attention snaps onto her almost embarrassingly fast.
“y’ever had sex?”
otw!michael who’s face heats up at the question, fingers pausing under her skirt, before he shakes his head. he hadn’t expected that of all things.
“who?” he doesn’t know how to explain it, the twist in his stomach at the idea of some other guy being intimate with her like that.
“doesn’t matter,” she just shrugs, “don’t remember anyways,”
before he can question it, she presses her lips firmly back onto his lips, a rough kiss that he returns immediately.
“teach me,”
otw!michael who can’t even explain where the confidence to say those two words even came from, but he doesn’t have time to wonder anyways.
y/n watches him for a split second, before she nods.
he barely has any time to register what’s going on, before she kisses him again, but this time, she grinds her hips down onto him, just enough to make him squirm.
he’s not quiet, either.
he lets out a sharp gasp, before a mix of a moan and a whine leaves his pretty lips, humming against her lips.
“my baby’s hard f’me already,” y/n coos, her voice soft, melting into his mouth, “barely even did anything,”
the way he looks at her, like she’s a goddess, his lips parted softly, and pupils blown wide.
otw!michael who drags his lips desperately down her neck as she rocks her hips against him, feeling him hardening underneath her, his hips twitching to meet hers.
his eyes darted to her chest, the swell of her breasts, visible beneath her cotton top.
“like what you see?” she leaned back so he could get a better view as he swallowed, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“michael?” y/n said, his eyes jumping to her face, face heating up again as she moved her hand to his face, pulling his lip free.
otw!michael who felt like an absolute idiot, the prettiest girl he’d ever met on his lap, and he didn’t even know what to do with himself or her.
she notices his hesitation too, the way he looks so unsure, nervous as hell.
“jus’ let me take the lead, okay?” she says, watching as he nods.
he’s so cautious with her, hands moving gently over her body, groping and squeezing, seeing what made her moan louder, or what made her gasp.
“y’gotta touch me more, mike,” y/n leans forwards, her voice almost taunting him before she moves off his lap, his boner painfully obvious in his pants.
he watches with baited breath as she lays back on the sheets, legs parted.
he can see her panties were wet, a little patch on her core from where she’d been rubbing against him.
“gonna touch me?” she pulls her legs obscenely apart as he swallows. he felt so wrong for looking.
y/n takes his hand, guiding his hand between her legs. her arousal was sticky as he pushes his hand under her panties, collecting the sweetness on the tip of his finger.
“that’s it, baby,” she whispers, voice thick, “be gentle with me,”
she let out a soft mewl as he traces a finger through her wet folds, before she pulls her underwear down to her ankles, letting him pull them off fully.
otw!michael who pushes his fingers onto her with a bit more force this time, the pad of his finger on her clit, as her head tips back.
he watches with wide eyes as she moves her own hands to her pussy, spreading her sweet lips apart for him.
the sight is heavenly.
he can feel his own dick hard in his pants, throbbing, aching. he could’ve finished right there just at the sight of her.
he almost feels disappointed when she moves up, sitting on her knees on the bed, but that feeling quickly fades as she tugs his waistband forwards so she can slide her hand down his trousers.
he moans, a lewd sound, as she wraps her hand round his dick.
he’s hard, thick, and long, twitching against her hot palm.
“y-y/n…” he whines, pathetic as he stands in front of her, “feels s’good, i love you, please,” he babbles.
she uses her other hand to tug his trousers out the way, his dick springing hard against his abdomen.
“so pretty,” she coos, pretty a hot, wet kiss to pretty tip, a gorgeous shade of maroon, “didn’t know it was so big, mike,”
otw!michael who’s face heats up at that, one large hand covering his face.
“don’t,” he mumbles, only for his hand to jump to the back of y/n’s head when she sucks hard on his tip.
“oh god,” he chokes, “don’t-don’t do that,”
“sorry,” she bats her lashes up at him, wrapping both hands round his thick dick, stroking long up and down his length, “so pretty ‘n’ big…gotta use both hands,”
“stop,”
“but y’like it, don’t you? can feel you gettin’ hard in my hands right now,” y/n hums as he groans.
he wishes it wasn’t so obvious.
she watches him for a second, before she leans back.
“c’mere,” she beckons him over with one movement of her hands, and he goes immediately. god, he’d do anything she’d tell him.
he sits right where she asks him too, dick still hard against his abdomen, as she moves onto his lap.
his thighs are thick and muscular, hot beneath her as his dick twitches, so close to her heat.
“gonna give it t’you, don’t worry, m’kay?”
otw!michael who just nods desperately as she hovers over hip, his tip so close to her wet heat, before she sinks down slowly.
“i’m a virgin,” he blurts out, eyes blown wide as she freezes.
“…i know,”
he pauses for a second, and then he nods. god, why did he say that?
she hisses at the first few inches, only noticing the panic on his face when he stops her, hands tight on her waist.
“did i hurt you? i didn’t mean to, i’m so sorry, pretty-,”
“michael,”
he stops.
“it’s okay, it feels good, alright? just stretchin’ me out to fit it in me,”
otw!michael who seems content with the answer after a soft peck from y/n on the lips.
they both moan in sync as y/n settles down, his dick fully inside of her, coated in her warmth.
“how’s it feel?” she whispers, leaning forwards.
“like heaven,”
his slurred, sweet words are all she needs, before she moves with a filthy little sound, her pussy wet round him as she lifts, settling back down.
otw!michael who could’ve finished right there, but y/n sets a pace on top of him as his fists scrunch into the duvet.
“oh god it’s s’good,” he gasps, head thrown back, his afro soft as she leans forwards, peppering kisses on his jaw and cheek.
her pussy sucks him in with every bounce, his hands coming to her chest and pulling her top off with newfound confidence, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
“oh michael,” she throws her head back as he cups them, squeezing just the right amount of pressure.
he lets out a whimper, moving his own hips to meet hers as she gasps, eyes rolling.
how he was a virgin, she’d never know.
“that’s it, pretty boy, jus’ like that,” she whispered, egging him on as he moaned again.
“oh god, oh god,” he chokes out, “this is so dirty, it’s so wrong, y/n, i can’t stop-,”
“don’t stop,” y/n was almost clawing at him, “i need you, okay? don’t stop f’me,”
otw!michael who just nods - he’d do anything for her.
“feels s’good, oh god, y/n- feels like heaven-,”
a few more bounces, and he can feel his cum burst inside of her, hot and thick as his hips stutter and come to a stop, eyes wide.
“y/n,” he says, voice almost panicked, “i finished, ‘m not s’pposed to finish before you,”
y/n slows down her bounces, his cum leaking from her pussy, thick and gorgeous, confused.
“what?”
“‘m s’pposed to make you finish first,” he says, voice quiet, “that’s what those articles all said. to make your girl finish first like a gentleman,”
“fuck them,” y/n waves a hand, “just make me finish,” she emphasises her teasing words with a bounce as he gasps.
otw!michael who nods again, lifting his hips to meet hers as she moans.
y/n grabs his hands, planting them on her chest as she rides his dick - she was so close.
a few more harsh bounces, and she gasps, head thrown back, lips parted as she clenches round him, making him hiss, his dick twitching inside of her.
for a few seconds, she’s silent, and he watches her pretty face, until she presses a soft, dazed kiss to his lips.
“best sex of my life,” y/n whispers, cupping his pretty face.
“‘m sorry i finished first,” he said, voice quiet, and full of genuine regret as she blinks again.
“don’t matter about that, there isn’t rules to it,” she said, her voice soft, “besides, if we keep practisin’, we can get better,”
“practise?”
“yeah. before y’know it, soon you’ll make me finish 3 times before you cum,”
“three times? it can happen multiple times?” his voice was full of wonder, eyes wide as y/n nodded, “i wanna try that,”
“soon,” she whispered, “let’s go clean up, okay, pretty boy? we can practise every day if you want,”
otw!michael who mumbles a gentle, “i’d like that,” and follows her to the bathroom, still living in the high of what just happened.
you guys don’t understand, i’m genuinely so proud of this one, oh my god.
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— dear diary !
warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, shy reader, thigh riding
pairing: michael jackson x best!friend!fem!reader
summary: michael finds y/n’a diary and after having a little snoop, he bookmarks a few pages just for later…
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thinking about best!friend!michael who finds y/n’s diary on her bedside table one day, when she’s gone out into the garden to pick flowers with janet.
he knows it’s wrong to snoop, but he can’t help it, maybe a few pages won’t hurt, right?
oh, but the things he reads? he’d never have thought that y/n would be thinking all those things, especially not about him.
best!friend!michael who makes sure to bookmark a few pages that particularly interest him, so he knows which ones to come back to later.
he spends the rest of the day thinking about everything he’s read, waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring it up with y/n, to see how she’d react.
best!friend!michael who finds y/n in her room later in the evening, sat on her bed with a book laid open on her chest, turning the page every few minutes.
he drops the diary next to her, biting on the inside of his cheek as y/n stares at it, realisation filling her face as she notices how a few of the pages have the corners folded over.
“michael…” her voice trails off, her mind going to the exact things she had written inside of it.
best!friend!michael who somehow ends up with y/n’s skirt bunched up over her waist, his fingers dragging down her waist, the book laid open on the first page he’d folded the corner of.
y/n moans, his lips sucking on the sensitive part of her neck, tongue flicking against her pulse point, legs tight round his waist.
“read it t’me,” he groans into her ear, his dick throbbing in his trousers at the thought of her writing all those things, thinking no one would ever find them.
he watches how she stutters at first, trying to wriggle out of having to read it aloud.
he watches how her face burns in embarrassment - but where was that when she wrote such filthy little things in her diary?
best!friend!michael who nudges his knee against her burning core, making her gasp, her lips parting at the slight warning he gave her.
y/n eventually gives in, her shaky hands pulling the book closer to her, almost hiding her face behind it as her eyes focus on the first words, his hands still holding tight into her waist.
“d-dear diary,” she starts, still trying desperately to hide her face behind the book, “i had dinner r-round m-michael’s house today,”
she pauses when her eyes flicker onto the other half of the sentence, before he notices her stopping, his hands pausing on her waist.
“carry on,” he pushes his knee again as she whines, her head falling back into the plush pillows, “and don’t hide your pretty face from me,” he tugs the book out of her face so he can see her.
best!friend!michael who has to physically sink his teeth into his lower lip to stop him from moaning as she continues reading, “…a-and he…he looked s’good at dinner, and…i never realised how long his fingers were,”
he could physically see her face go all flushed as she read the words aloud. “y’were thinkin’ about my hands while we was having’ dinner?” he watched y/n’s eyes drop down to her skirt, so she didn’t have to look at him.
“while my own mother was sat opposite you,” he hums, hand sliding down between her thighs, “how about we make that little fantasy of yours a reality?”
y/n barely has any time to react before his long fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, soaked from being so close to him, before he drags one finger along her pussy, collecting her arousal on the tip of his finger.
best!friend!michael who watches her squirm as he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting her sweetness against his tongue as he groans, making sure to savour every last drop of it.
“please…mike,” she moans as he moves his hand back between her legs, tracing gentle circles round her throbbing clit, almost teasing her, before he moves it down, ghosting over her entrance.
“so wet…this all f’me?” he leans downs his voice low, y/n’s head tipping back into the pillow as he nudges her clit with his knuckle, “needy thing,”
he uses his other hand to hold her stomach down before he slides one long, slender into her tight hole, letting her warmth envelope him as she moans, back arching slightly, eyes fluttering closed.
best!friend!michael who pushes into her til he settles knuckle-deep into her pussy, bending his finger as he watches her face contort with pleasure.
“so damn tight,” he whispers, her pussy clamping round him, “don’t think my dick’s gonna fit,”
y/n responds with a moan as he moves his other hand to her clit, rubbing messy circles into her sensitive bud, pumping his finger in and out of her slowly.
he curls his finger in the perfect spot, making y/n gasp and buck against his hand, before he pushed another finger in.
“god, you’re so perfect,” he groans, her teeth catching her earlobe as she hissed, eyes fluttering closed.
her back arches further, right til he settles knuckle-deep inside of her, his fingers doing a scissoring motion inside of her as her toes curl, her slick covering his long fingers.
best!friend!michael who pulls his fingers out with absolutely no warning, earning a shriek from y/n as he drops the book into her lap again, a smirk on his pretty face.
“read the next page,” he says, watching as y/n’s face contorts into another look of embarrassment.
“jus’ had my fingers knuckle deep inside of you,” he hums, watching as she shakily turns the page, “don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl,” he drags his tongue round one of his fingers as y/n whines a series of ‘please’ and ‘i need you’.
“read,”
“d-dear diary,” y/n swallows, her eyes focusing on the page, trying to ignore how much she needed him against her pussy, “watched the boys play basketball…”
her voice trails off again, heat coming to her face as he gave her an impatient little slap on her pussy, making her gasp, the sound slick, and wet, and filthy.
“carry on,”
“and-and,” she continues, close to tears now, “m-mikey looked s’good in his shorts, h-his thighs…”
best!friend!michael who takes the book from her before she finishes, a wicked little smirk on his face as she whines, desperately dragging her pussy against his leg.
“s’needy,” he hums, looking at how pathetic she looked, “c’mere,” he tugged on her arm, “ride my thigh,”
y/n didn’t need to be told twice, crawling forwards with absolutely no shame, her hot pussy settling against his thigh, muscular thigh as she moaned, the contact making her body shiver.
“c’mon, ma,” he settles his hands on her waist, “wanna write all these filthy little things in your book, show me what you were imaginin’,”
best!friend!michael who guides her against him, dragging her wet cunt along his thigh, her slick coating his gorgeous skin as she moans, head thrown back.
the sounds are filthy too, wet and thick, her hands on his shoulders for support as she rides his thigh, her movements full of desperation.
“all these dirty little thoughts,” he leaned back on his arms so he could get a good luck, her hips jerking frantically, “from such a sweet girl, hm?”
y/n just lets out a choked moan, her head thrown back as he watches her, god she looks delicious.
best!friend!michael who picks up the pink diary, waving it in her face, teasing her, “such a pretty pink book,” he hums, “full of such filth,”
she doesn’t even react when he opens it to one of the other countless pages he’s bookmarked, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he reads it aloud.
“‘can’t keep my mind off of him’,” he watches as her movements become more frantic against him, “‘i need him so bad.’ that true, mama? need me that bad?”
she let out a whine, biting onto her lower lip as he hummed, not at all impressed by her lack of an answer,
“tell me,” he says, voice stern as he grabs her hips, stopping her pathetic little movements, “tell me what your filthy little mind’s been thinkin’ about,”
“you,” y/n gasps, her words choked her hips buck in the air wildly, desperate for contact again.
best!friend!michael who’s had enough time teasing her, and lifts her off his lap as she whines, the diary on the floor now as he rids himself of his clothes.
he watches as y/n’s lip trembles, his dick semi-hard against his stomach.
he pushes her so she’s bent over the bed, dragging his throbbing tip through her folds as he pumps himself a few times, his dick heavy and thick in his hand.
“y’gonna take it all, ma?” he leans down, voice low on her ear as she nodded, twisting the bedsheets tight in her hands.
best!friend!michael who holds her waist tight with one hand, as the other guides his dick into her, stretching her pussy round him as she moans, settling deep inside of her as he groans.
y/n throws her head back, eyes rolling back as he rocks his hips, his dick hitting to her g-spot.
“feels s’fucking good,” he groans into her neck, pulling her back into him as he sped up, his tip slamming into that perfect, spongy spot inside of her.
his hand comes forwards to her hair, pulling her head back to drag wet, hot kisses down her jaw as he fucks deeper into her, muttering praise into her ear.
“takin’ me so well, such a pretty, filthy girl,”
best!friend!michael who can tell y/n’s close, her face hot, eyes hazy and lips parted, her pussy clamping desperately round him as he slows down, dragging himself painfully slow into her.
he makes her savour every inch of him inside of her, before he resumes his quick, harsh snaps, his hips smacking into her ass.
his hands reach forwards round her, cupping her tits and squeezing, pulling soft moans and whimpers from her as he groaned, forehead against her shoulder.
"right there, right fucking there," she mewls, desperate for him, as he hit that perfect, sweet spot.
“here, ma?” he angles his hips a little away as she whines, pathetic and needy, shaking her head, “what about here?”
y/n just shook her head again, toes curling.
best!friend!michael who knows exactly what she wants, finally driving hard against that sweet spot, making her shriek in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightens.
“finish f’me,” he hisses, “i know you’re close,”
she gasps, her eyes rolling back as he keeps hitting that spot hard, her body shaking as she finishes, his dick still fucking into her through her high.
“michael, mikey fuck-,” y/n gasps out, so desperate, her voice thick as he fucks her through her high.
he moves almost embarrassingly easy inside of her, her pussy wet enough for him to slide in and out of her.
best!friend!michael who pulls her arm back so her back arches just enough for him to hit that perfect spot with exact precision. “so close, feel s’good round me, fuck, ma-,”
he finishes with a deep groan, cum spurting inside of her, hot and thick as he holds her in a tight bear hug, his hair sticking to his forehead, chest covered in a light sheen or sweat.
“shh baby,” he whispers into her hair as she comes down from her high, his dick twitching inside of her, “s’alright now, you did so good f’me,”
he pulls out of her so slow, so not to hurt her, his hand threading gently through her hair to comfort her, muttering sweet nothings into her ear as he does so.
best!friend!michael who decides the best decision of his life was choosing to read that diary.
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— operation g.t.t !
warnings: age gap (8 years)
pairing: michael jackson x janets!best!friend!reader
summary: after y/n and janet reunite, janet notices michael’s sudden shy demeanour and decides her and the other brothers need to act.
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~1970~
the rhythmic tinkling of the doorbell rang through the house as y/n dropped the blocks in her hand, her head shooting up, alert like a puppy.
“mama, door!” she called out, hearing her mother dust off her hands in the kitchen, a few pans clattering before she wiped her hands on her apron, walking past y/n to open it.
all the houses along the street were small, only one story and painted the same, striking white colour.
y/n paid no mind to whoever was at the door, continuing her block sorting, pushing the star-shaped one into the star-shaped hole.
“i’m katherine, i noticed you moved in next to us, i thought i’d bring over some fresh cookies for you,”
“thank you so much, you didn’t have to,”
“it’s nothin’ big, don’t worry! is it just you here?”
“just me and my daughter. y/n darling, come say ‘hi’!”
at the sound of her name, y/n looked up, dropping the blocks and scampering to where her mother was at the door.
opposite her, a kindly-looking woman stood in front of her, holding a tin packed full of cookies.
“darling,” her mother crouched down beside her, “this is mrs jackson,”
y/n looked between her mother and katherine, offering a small wave.
“you know,” katherine knelt down, “i have a daughter around the same age, if little y/n was lookin’ for some friends in the neighbourhood?”
y/n’s mother looked to her, gasping softly.
“how’s that, sweetheart? you can make your first friend,”
the small girl just nodded, still too shy to say anything in front of katherine, who clapped her hands together happily.
”just send her over here whenever,” y/n’s mother smiled, “i’ll make some lemonade for them,”
that was how y/n ended up standing opposite janet, who was holding onto a doll in one hand, the other bunched into the side of her dress as she swayed from side to side on the spot.
“hi,” y/n was the first to speak, still half-shy as she held her own doll in one hand, “this is lily,” she held up the doll by the arm.
janet looked between her and the doll, before lifting hers too.
“daisy,”
and that was how the two girls started their friendship, y/n showing janet all the dolls clothes she had in a little box under the sofa.
“i think daisy would like a pink dress,” y/n fished out a little tattered dress, but janet took it like chanel, her eyes wide.
katherine came round later in the evening to find the two girls surrounded by little clothes, and shoes, and hats, and jackets, changing the outfit of their dolls every few seconds.
“they’ve been at it all afternoon,” y/n’s mother stood in the doorway beside katherine, a fond smile on both of their faces.
“just glad my janet finally has a friend of her own,” katherine said, watching as y/n helped janet wrap a tiny scarf round her doll’s neck.
“we best get goin’, we gotta take our sons for a show,” she said, her smile faltering for a second.
“a show?”
“well…see…my boys, they…they perform,”
“how so?”
“singin’…dancin’,” katherine said, her expression half-guarded, “whatever joe wants ‘em to do,”
y/n’s mother nodded, noting the look of weariness on the other woman’s face, and knowing not to pry.
she’d learn of the jackson 5 soon enough.
~1971~
from that day on, y/n and janet had been best friends.
from visiting each other’s houses after school, to going to the park together with their mothers, the two girls were inseparable.
so naturally, y/n had met all the jackson brothers.
jackie was the oldest, then tito, and they talked to y/n the least out of all the brothers.
marlon would occasionally walk past and ruffle her hair, and randy would sometimes join in on playful teasing.
and michael, well, he didn’t talk as much either.
but all of them loved to tease y/n.
she was small, obviously being younger than them, and slightly smaller than janet too.
squirt.
that’s what they’d call her.
“watch it, squirt!” from marlon when he’d rush past, basketball in hand.
or a, “y’all playin’ dolls again, squirt?” in a mocking tone from jackie.
even michael used the nickname. “want anythin’ to eat, squirt?”
but when he used it, he made sure he didn’t hurt her feelings. he made sure y/n was actually comfortable with the nickname, and not to hurt her feelings.
the other boys teased her and janet relentlessly for being bossy and playing with dolls at their ‘big old age’.
but it was always michael who’d walk over later, holding the dress randy had snatched and hidden from her and janet, kneeling down to make sure she was okay.
“they weren’t too mean, were they, squirt?” he’d say, handing it back softly, helping push the doll’s arms back through the holes, as y/n would shake her head.
and even if she did, he’d make sure she was definitely not lying.
“they’re idiots, y’know that, squirt? pay ‘em no mind,”
and y/n would leave happy, knowing no matter where randy or marlon would hide her stuff, she’d always get it back from michael.
for a whole year, her life was perfect.
that was, until, katherine came to the door, a solemn expression on her face as she spoke to y/n’s mother.
the girl heard snippets of the conversation.
“encino…moving…the boys…the tour…music…”
moving?!
did that mean janet was going too?
that was how y/n ended up standing outside the house of the jacksons, one hand in her mother’s, and the other clinging hard to her doll, still dressed in the outfit janet had picked out.
she blinked hard, hot tears filling her eyes as she watched jackie and tito carry a heavy box into the back of their volkswagon van.
janet followed the boys out of the house, also blinking back tears as she clutched her own doll to her chest.
“katherine,” y/n’s mother said, as she walked to where they stood, watching.
janet stood beside her mother, swaying from side to side.
“i’m sorry about the girls,” katherine said, looking down where y/n and janet sniffled, mumbling things to each other.
“it was inevitable,” y/n’s mother said, watching as her daughter took off the miniature necklace from her doll, holding it out to janet.
“come on baby,” y/n’s mother knelt down, “janet needs to go with her brothers, alright?”
y/n just sniffled, gently handing the little necklace to the girl opposite her.
“it’s okay,” katherine said, “we won’t forget you, y/n,”
as much as it ached y/n’s mother to see her daughter upset, she knew visiting would be difficult too.
“bye y/n,” janet whispered, keeping her voice quiet as she sniffled.
any louder, and she would’ve cried more.
“bye janet,”
y/n watched with her mother as katherine led janet away gently, strapping her into the back of the car, not even registering the soft sound of footsteps coming towards them.
“hey squirt,”
y/n’s teary-eyed gaze was snapped from janet as michael tentatively knelt down, so he was eye level with her.
“wanted to give you this,” he held a book in his hands, the words ‘peter pan’ in cursive writing written across the front.
the girl’s attention was momentarily drawn to the book, slightly tattered round the edges, but still in good enough condition to read.
her hands were shaky as she took the book from him, holding it with both hands.
“it was my favourite book,” michael said, his voice gentle, “thought maybe you’d wanna read it,”
“oh michael…” y/n’s mother said, her voice full of gratitude as her daughter’s teary eyes flickered over the cover with slight curiosity.
michael was quiet for a second, watching the girl in front of him.
“catch you around, squirt,” he straightened, giving her hair one last ruffle as he headed towards the car.
marlon, tito, jermaine and jackie made sure to ruffle her hair as they walked past too, calling out a quick, “bye squirt!” as they did.
that was the last y/n saw of the jacksons.
she didn’t forget her old friend, but her life eventually went on without them, their memory kept alive by the doll she had, and the book michael had left her.
~1986~
y/n had taken to modelling like a house on fire.
she had a commanding presence on the runway, a specific charm only she could muster for magazine shoots, and a face people would kill for.
but beneath all that?
she was almost still a child at heart.
it was early when she awoke to the sound of the postman walking past her house (she still lived with her mother), walking down the stairs with a mug in her hands and wrapped in her nightgown, to open the door.
a single cream, thick envelope lay at the bottom of the door, and in the front, her address scrawled.
she didn’t recognise the elegant, looped handwriting.
with a soft hum, y/n set her mug down on the table, mumbling a soft “morning” to her mother as she tore the envelope open.
a letter slid out from it, and on top?
a little, silver necklace.
the same one she had given janet when she’d left for encino.
surely not…
dear y/n, oh god it took so long to find you! but im so grateful i did, and im so sorry it took so long for me to do so. us jacksons are having a reunion in encino next week, and i’d be so grateful if you could come. I’ve missed you so much. lots of love, janet
for a few seconds, y/n was frozen still.
her old best friend, janet, had remembered her? and invited her for a reunion? how could she say?
the compound in encino was huge.
it had a fountain in the middle and a long brick path, the house separate away from the public with a large black gate that had to be opened for her by security.
y/n hadn’t exactly thought about what she’d say, looking down at the dress she’d chosen - a simple black one and some heels.
was it too little? too much?
it was too late to change now, of course.
with a deep swallow, she raised her fist to the thick wooden door, and knocked.
one…two…three…four…
the door opened before she could count to five in her head, and there she was. janet.
and god, she was beautiful.
“janet,” y/n finally spoke, her eyes wide as she stared at the best friend she had had long ago.
before either of them could say another word, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, mumblings of ‘i missed you’ and ‘you’re so gorgeous, girl’ between them.
the house wasn’t too full, with all the brothers (except jermaine), sisters and their parents in the large living room.
jackie and tito were having a full discussion on the sofa, joe sat in his armchair and smoking a cigar.
marlon, michael and randy were sat on the floor, and rebbie and la toya were in their own seats, talking softly.
they only noticed y/n at the doorway when katherine froze from the kitchen door, a tray in her hands.
“y/n,” she said, her voice full of disbelief.
she’d hardly expected y/n to actually turn up.
the whole room was silent for a second before it erupted into loud gasps and exclamations.
“squirt, that you?”
“no way that’s y/n!”
“you’re pulling my leg, jan!”
only michael watched from the floor, silent, but a small smile on his face.
of course she’d heard of his fame now.
he’d released off the wall and thriller, he was all famous now. y/n hardly expected him to remember her.
y/n and janet spent a whole hour on the sofa together, catching up on life; y/n’s modelling, how fancy janet’s life was now, all about y/n’s mother (who couldn’t make it due to work).
it wasn’t until after dinner that michael got y/n alone.
jackie and tito were arguing over a card game at the dining table, marlon and randy had disappeared outside with a basketball, and the girls were somewhere upstairs.
y/n stood by the sink with her sleeves rolled to her elbows, rinsing a few glasses despite katherine insisting she didn't have to.
"you really don't gotta do that," michael's soft voice came from the doorway.
the girl jumped, almost getting her sleeves wet as her head snapped back.
“didn’t mean to startle you,” michael said, his voice sheepish as she shook her head, mumbling a small “it’s fine”.
he leaned against the frame, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, smiling almost sheepishly.
"old habits," y/n said quietly, “my mama would've told me off if i left without helping,”
a silence settled over them.
it wasn’t uncomfortable but it felt almost…nostalgic.
it wasn’t broken til michael walked next to her, picking up a tea towel.
“wash,” he said, eyes on her hands where she’s frozen, looking to him almost confused.
“you’re helpin’?”
“course,”
there was silence for a few seconds.
“surprised you didn’t forget me,” michael said, his voice soft, almost vulnerable.
“forget you? kinda impossible now you’re a big hit- sorry,” y/n caught the expression he gave her, one eyebrow raised as she winced.
”well, marlon always took my dolls,”
“he did,”
“and randy hid their clothes,”
“he did,”
“but you always gave them back,”
“i did,” michael said, drying off another mug and accepting a plate from her.
there was another silence, but it was less awkward, this time.
janet watched, her eyes wide as she peeked round the doorframe. oh god.
she matched up the stairs where all the brothers were sitting, playing some board game between them as the sisters sat on the bed and talked.
“family meeting,” she said, her voice as bossy as it always was.
“what did i do?” marlon looked up from the game, his piece still in his hand.
“nothing,” janet waved a dismissive hand towards him.
“then why're we havin' a meeting?" jackie asked.
janet folded her arms, letting them all watch her, waiting a deliberate second too long so they’d all lean in closer, desperate to know.
"because michael's in love,”
the room went quiet.
"...what?" tito blinked.
"with who?" randy asked.
“and do they like him back?”
“of course not, it’s mikey-,”
“don’t be a jerk marlon,”
“shut up jackie,”
“why don’t you-?”
“all of you, shut up!” janet hissed, narrowing their eyes in annoyance, “focus on the task at hand,”
“so who is it?” randy asked again.
“y/n,”
there was a pause between them all as they exchanged looks, their eyes blown wide as the sisters gasped.
then the room erupted with cheers and gasps of “i knew it!” and “ain’t no way!”
katherine, who had wandered in carrying a basket of folded washing, looked around at all of them.
"..what are y'all yellin' about now?"
"michael likes y/n," janet announced proudly, a grin on her face.
katherine blinked, before she stepped into the room, still carrying the basket.
“so what are y’all waiting for?” she asked, “get them together,”
that was how janet officially started ‘operation g.t.t’ (get them together).
janet didn’t waste a second.
“okay,” she clapped her hands once, pacing in front of them like she was briefing a military operation, “we’ve got a emergency,”
“this is not an emergency,” jackie muttered, “this is michael bein’ shy again,”
“it’s an emergency,” janet repeated sharply, pointing at him, “because y/n is here now. in the house. breathing the same air. do you understand the potential?”
“so what’s the plan?” randy leaned forwards.
“we make them alone together,”
“that’s it?” tito frowned.
katherine set the basket down with a knowing smile, “just don’t make it obvious.”
“mama, it’s already obvious,” marlon said, rolling his eyes as tito gave him a slap on the leg.
janet was already halfway out the room before anyone could argue further.
“where you goin’?” jackie called after her, looking to where she walked down the hallway in confusion.
“to initiate the first phase,” she grinned, like that was the most obvious answer in the world.
y/n was downstairs in the kitchen, still drying with michael alongside her when she saw janet walk in.
“hey jan,”
“hey y/n, got a sec?”
“uh sure,” y/n said, giving michael an apologetic look as he set down another cup, stepping off with janet.
“you busy tomorrow?” janet asked, trying to hide the excitement in her eyes as y/n shrugged.
“uh…no, not really,” y/n said.
“good,” janet nodded immediately, “stay a few days,”
michael blinked.
“what?”
“you just got here. you came all this way. you’re not leaving after one night,”
“i don’t wanna intrude…” y/n hesitated, glancing between her and michael.
“you’re not intruding,” janet said quickly, stepping further in, “this is literally the least intruding situation possible. you’re family,”
that word landed softly in the room.
michael looked down at the counter, like he was trying to pretend it didn’t affect him.
y/n’s expression softened.
“…are you sure?”
“positive,”
she turned slightly, finally looking at michael now.
“right, mikey?”
“oh…uh…yeah. of course. you should stay,” michael straightened a little, caught off guard, “i mean, if you want to. not like- y’know. you don’t have to. but you can. obviously,”
y/n nodded, smiling softly.
“i’ll stay a few days, then,” she decided softly.
janet smiled, turning her back to them as she moved towards the stairs.
their plan had officially began.
everyone drifted upstairs to get settled for the night, their conversations kept between each other as they walked down the hallway.
y/n followed behind janet with a small overnight bag she’d borrowed hanging from her shoulder.
“i really appreciate you lettin’ me stay,” she smiled, adjusting the strap, “i hope i’m not causin’ too much trouble,”
“girl, you’ve said that fifteen times,”
“sorry,”
“stop apologisin’,”
“…sorry,”
janet rolled her eyes, unable to keep herself from smiling.
before she could lead y/n any further down the hallway, another figure rounded the corner. randy. perfect, just like they’d planned.
he straightened up almost immediately when he spotted the girls, clearing his throat as if he’d been sent on official business to deliver a message.
“uh, y/n?”
the girl stopped walking, looking to him.
“small problem,” he said, shifting on the balls of his feet as y/n raised a brow, confused.
“what happened?”
“well,” randy scratched the back of his neck, avoiding y/n’s eyes, “all the guest rooms are taken,”
“they are?” y/n said, confusion lacing her tone. she’d seen the front of their house, surely there was one spare room.
“yep,”
“you’re sure?”
randy nodded as y/n looked down the hallway, confusion still on her face.
“i didn’t think there were that many people stayin’,” she said, more to herself than anything as randy nodded, far too enthusiastically.
“well maybe you could share with mi-,”
before y/n had the chance to question it any further, another bedroom door clicked open.
michael stepped out, shutting it carefully behind him, a book tucked beneath one arm.
“what’s goin’ on?” his eyes flickered between the two girls and then randy.
“rooms are full,” randy said, his voice a little thick as he avoided his brother’s gaze.
“what?”
“the guest rooms,”
“no they aren’t,” michael frowned, looking down the hallway, and then back at his brother.
“yes they are,”
michael looked genuinely puzzled now.
he glanced down the hallway, almost as thought he was trying to picture every bedroom in his head.
“jackie has one,” michael counted on his fingers, “so does tito and marlon…and jan, rebbie, toya, you and mother and joseph…there’s still four left,”
randy winced, looking at janet (who was busy looking at the ceiling). y/n looked more consumed than ever.
“they’re…being cleaned,” randy said, his voice a little more high pitched.
“at…night?” michael blinked, unable to hide the skepticism in hid voice.
“yeah,”
“…who’s cleanin’ them?”
randy paused, opening his both, before he closed it again, mulling the question over in his head.
“people,” he said, his voice hardly believable anymore.
“what people?” michael tilted his head, his face still the picture of confusion.
from somewhere behind them, marlon suddenly coughed loudly into his fist.
it sounded suspiciously like he was trying not to laugh.
jackie wasn't doing much better, having turned completely away from the conversation, one hand covering his mouth.
even katherine, who had just stepped into the hallway carrying folded towels, paused for a brief second, lowering her head so nobody could see the smile threatening to appear.
only michael remained completely oblivious.
“when did mother hire cleaners?”
“uh…today,” randy said, still avoiding his older brother’s gaze.
“today?” michael repeated, his voice starting to fill in with some suspicion.
“mhm,”
“why?”
“the rooms needing cleanin’,”
“they were cleaned yesterday,”
“they got dirty again,” randy said, looking desperately to janet for help, who avoided his gaze still.
“how?”
“people,”
“what people?”
“the people that were cleanin’,”
michael’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, pausing for a few seconds.
“the people that were cleanin’…made the rooms dirty,” he repeated, almost savouring the words in confusion.
“accidents happen,”
“well, i’ll go see if they’re nearly finished,” michael shrugged.
before any of them could stop him, he was down the hallway, opening the door to one of the rooms.
the room was spotless, bed made, the curtains open, and completely empty.
“this one’s empty,” he said, looking to y/n, “you can have this one,”
y/n just nodded, still utterly confused as she mumbled a small ‘thank you’, and michael gave the brothers one last look of confusion, muttering something about ‘crazy people’.
as soon as his door clicked shut, janet huffed.
“randy!”
“what was i supposed to say?!” he whisper-yelled back to her as she marched towards her own room.
“you lasted thirty damn seconds!”
“he started counting bedrooms! bedrooms, jan! who the hell counts bedrooms!?”
y/n and michael were in the garden after breakfast, where it was quiet and serene.
she was sat at the edge of the fountain, fingers tracing light patterns into the stone.
michael stood nearby, hands loosely in his pockets and occasionally looking at her before his gaze would be pulled away to a bee buzzing away or a squirrel on a tree.
it wasn’t awkward, just careful.
from the back door, marlon watched. janet had given him the plan - give michael a flower to give to y/n.
he walked round the edge of the garden, careful to make sure y/n didn’t hear him as he examined the roses in the nearby flower bed.
marlon tiptoed past the fountain, careful to make sure he wasn’t spotted as he picked up a small acorn, turning it over in his hand before he flung it at his brother.
michael jolted, his head snapping back as he spotted his brother crouched down comically behind the fountain, a flower in his hand, shushing him desperately.
he crept forward as michael blinked in confusion, the rose pressed into his hand.
“what’s that?” he whispered, looking at the pretty flower in his hand.
marlon rushed back behind one of the large flower pots, gesturing to michael.
small, frantic movements - pointing to michael, then to y/n, then to the rose. his movements were way too exaggerated, poor michael just staring at him in bewilderment.
he looked down at the rose, then to y/n again, who hadn’t noticed marlon or the rose at all.
then, he tapped her on the shoulder.
“marlon wanted me to give this to you,” he said, gently passing the rose to y/n as she carefully took the rose.
marlon blinked once. then he blinked again.
there was no way michael had just said the rose was from marlon.
he was hopeless.
“what happened?” janet said, her hands on her hips as marlon crept back inside, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“i gave him the damn flower and he said it was from me!”
janet blinked.
“oh for goodness’ sake-,” she said, sighing deeply, “i guess we need to call in reinforcements,”
“alright, move,” jackie said, waving a dismissive hand towards his younger brothers.
“move?” randy echoed him, confused.
“the grown-ups are handlin’ this now,”
marlon looked personally offended at the suggestion that he wasn’t one.
“grown-ups?”
“me and tito,”
tito nodded once, folding his arms over his chest.
“y’all had your chance,” he said, “and it didn’t go very well,” he gave randy a stern look.
“and what exactly are you gonna do?” janet said, eyeing them all suspiciously as jackie and tito exchanged a look.
“a proper dinner,”
there was silence for a few seconds, before marlon spoke.
“that’s it?”
the entire afternoon was spent prepping the dining room for the dinner.
katherine had been persuaded into cooking one of mikey’s favourite meals, though she had never quite figured out why only two plates had been set up.
jackie insisted on using the small dining room, tito had been to three different shops to find candles, though janet wasn’t entirely sure they were necessary.
the other two sisters had done wise in keeping out of it.
just before dinner was ready, tito found michael wandering through the hallway, a book tucked under his arm.
“mike,” he said, stopping his little brother.
“hm?”
“need you in the dining room,” tito said, like he was announcing something important.
“why?”
“special dinner,”
michael nodded simply, not asking questions.
“okay,”
“don’t ask questions,”
“i wasn’t gonna,”
at almost the same time, janet appeared outside y/n’s room.
she knocked twice before poking her head round the door.
“dinner’s ready,”
“already?”
“mhm,”
“everyone’s downstairs?”
“kind of. just come downstairs,” janet waved a hand vaguely.
the dining room looked.. different.
the curtains had been drawn, candles flickered softly across the middle of the table, only two places had been set.
y/n stopped in the doorway.
before she could say anything, michael walked in through the opposite door.
he stopped too.
his eyes slowly travelled around the room, then to the table, then to y/n.
"…where is everybody?" he blinked, confusion in his voice once more.
"they're probably eatin' later," y/n guessed quietly.
“okay,” he said, accepting that answer immediately.
he walked over and pulled out a chair for her without a second thought.
“thank you,” y/n said, smoothing down her skirt and taking her seat as michael murmured a small “you’re welcome”.
every other jackson was crammed into the kitchen.
jackie and tito stood nearest to the doorway, janet trying to peak round them, randy and marlon knelt down on the floor.
“have y’all lost your minds?” katherine stared at all her children crammed round the door.
“mother, shush! leave us be,” marlon said, crouched down.
“…in my own damn kitchen,”
back in the dining room, michael looked round again, spotting jackie’s favourite plate left on the counter.
“jackie forgot his plate,” he said.
y/n looked over, nodding as she swallowed her mouthful. they’d been having a great conversation before, all about michael’s favourite animals, littered with random facts.
“i’ll go give it to him,” he said, standing up as he twisted the knob of the kitchen door.
the door burst open, five jacksons scattering in every direction.
jackie nearly dropped a bread roll, randy tripped over a chair, tito hit his head, and janet slapped a hand over her face.
“what are y’all doin’?” he blinked, as silence fell over them.
everybody looked at everybody else, until finally, tito spoke, smiling for too widely.
“family meeting,” he said.
“in the kitchen?”
“yep,” jackie said, catching on to tito’s words.
“during dinner?”
“yep,” marlon nodded along too.
“okay,” michael said, looking to the plate in his hand, “y’all forgot your food,”
“i’ll set the table,” y/n said, pushing her plate back as she helped lay out the other plates, and michael brought the pot of food in too.
so much for a date.
janet just groaned internally. there was no way they were this damn oblivious.
by the third failed plan, katherine had seen enough.
she’d watched randy lie about bedrooms, marlon’s failed flower plan, jackie and tito somehow mess up a perfectly normal dinner.
and through all of it, the two people they were trying to help still seemed as oblivious as ever.
“alright,” she said, hands on her hips, as all heads turned to her.
“mama-,”
“no,” she said, her voice not angry, just final.
“leave those two alone,” she said, as the room fell quiet.
“but-,”
“janet,”
the girl sighed dramatically, mumbling a small “yes mama” as katherine looked between them all.
“love don’t need all y’all pushin’ it,”
late that afternoon, katherine found y/n in the living room, a book in hand.
“darlin’?”
“yes, mrs jackson?”
“would you mind doin’ me a favour?”
y/n nodded, as katherine smiled warmly as her eagerness to help.
“there’s a little gazebo at the back of the garden,” katherine smiled, “and i left my knitting basket there this mornin’,”
“i’ll go get it,” y/n said.
“thank you sweetheart,”
a few minutes later, katherine found michael in the music room, quietly turning pages of his notebook.
“mikey, dear,” she said.
“yes, mother?”
“i’ve left my knitting basket in the gazebo, would you be a dear and get it for me?”
michael closed his notebook without question.
“i’ll go get it,”
y/n looked round the small gazebo - the basket was nowhere in sight, not under the clothes or near her flower pots.
“that’s strange,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze drawn to the entrance of the gazebo at the sound of footsteps.
michael.
“mother sent you to find the knitting basket too?” he blinked, watching as she nodded, a confused frown on her face.
there was silence for a second as they both blinked, and then they understood.
“of course,” y/n finally said, realising why they had both been sent to look for it, michael realising a few seconds after her.
y/n just laughed, sitting down on the edge of tone of the benches.
it was obvious there was no point going back now.
michael laughed too, sitting down beside her.
“so…mother sent us both here,” he said, his voice soft as y/n nodded, swallowing for a second.
he was close, she could feel the heat from his body next to her.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“you know…i’m surprised you didn’t forget me,”
“you are?”
“yeah,”
“how could i forget you?” y/n said, shrugging for a second, “you left me your book so i didn’t get sad when y’all left. that…that tells me everything i needed to know about you,”
michael smiled softly.
“i kept the drawing you gave me,”
“the dinosaur one?” y/n cringed at how bad it was.
“yep,”
“it looked more like a dog,” she said, shaking her head softly as michael shrugged.
“well, i knew it was a dinosaur,” he said, his finger brushing her hand lightly as he paused again.
“i was kinda scared when janet invited me round,” y/n admitted quietly, shrugging slightly as michael blinked.
“you were?”
“yeah, i mean…y’all are famous now,”
“doesn’t mean you’re any less than us,” michael said, his voice gentle, “i was scared too,”
“why?”
“saw those modelling magazines you did,” michael said quietly, “thought about reaching out when i first saw you on that runway,”
y/n flushed slightly.
“god you looked so beautiful,” he whispered, “but you were janet’s friend. couldn’t do that to her,”
the girl nodded, choosing not to speak.
“but now we know she’s all good with it…and mother too…” michael looked up from the spot on the ground her been staring at, looking to her.
y/n swallowed.
he was close, his breath against her lips as he moved nearer, one hand coming to cup her cheek.
their lips met in a kiss - soft, and gentle.
y/n’s hands stayed on the bench beside her, as they moved back, her face flushed softly.
“they know we can see ‘em, right?” she said, looking over his shoulder through the little window for a second.
once again, all the jacksons were crammed round the window, marlon practically on top of jackie.
“i can’t see!”
“move your big ass head-!”
“get off my foot!”
“what happened?!” janet demanded, shorter than all her brother as she huffed.
“y/n threw up on him, i think!” marlon squinted.
“shut your dumbass mouth,” tito huffed, “they kissed,”
“mother, they kissed!” janet whipped round, her eyes shining as her mother hummed, not even reacting.
“why aren’t you excited?” randy blinked to her.
“i knew it’d happen,” katherine placed her knitting basket on the side (she’d never really left it), “sometimes love just needs some space,”
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— the zombie song !
warnings: none!!
pairing: michael jackson x single!mom!fem!reader
summary: y/n takes her daughter, pepper, to meet michael and ends up with a little extra gift
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pepper had been talking about meeting michael for two whole week straight.
not because he was famous, not because he was the michael jackson, no. it was because, in her words, ‘he sang the zombie song’.
y/n smiled as she adjusted the pink bow set neatly on top of pepper’s braid, her daughter’s favourite hairstyle that she’d woken up extra early to have done.
“you remember what we practised, peps?”
pepper nodded very seriously.
“hello michael,”
“and?”
“oh, and thank you,” she said, her sweet voice filled with determination to remember all her lines.
y/n smiled proudly, smoothing one of the creases on the front of pepper’s favourite little dress, and giving her bow one more fix before she leaned back, admiring her own handiwork.
“that’s my girl,” she nodded approvingly as pepper beamed up at her.
the line to meet michael was long, no doubt filled with hundreds of fans as pepper held her mother’s hand, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
for once in her life, pepper was unusually quiet.
the room was packed full of people squeezed together, barely any room to breathe.
every now and then, pepper would step on her tip-toes as high as she could go, huffing in annoyance when she still couldn’t see past the people in front of them.
“mama?”
y/n looked down.
“is michael behind all those people?” she asked, her eyes full of wonder.
y/n smiled, looking up, a sea of people blocking her view of the small table at the back of the room.
“he is,” she whispered, lifting the girl into her arms, “and he’s waiting especially for you,”
“really?” pepper gasped, one of her little hands coming to her mouth, “just for me?”
“just for you,” y/n echoed her words as the girl turned her head, her eyes still wide, to look at the sea of people in front of them.
pepper was silent for a second, her head resting on her mother’s shoulder as she took a small stop forward whenever the queue moved on.
“i hope he likes me,” the girl spoke after a few minutes, fiddling with the friendship bracelet on her wrist.
y/n brushed a loose curl out of pepper’s face.
“how could he not?”
pepper shrugged, her little legs swinging as y/n took another step forwards.
“i’m going to use my best manners,”
“i know you are,”
the queue shuffled forwards again.
people were laughing, cameras flashed every few seconds, security guards quietly directing the line along until, finally-
there he was.
michael was dressed in black and gold, his long, black hair framing his face, smiling up at whoever stepped to the table next.
a few people, and finally, y/n set pepper down, letting her walk to the front shyly.
“hello,” michael leaned down, his voice softer than usual as pepper blinked, star struck for a second.
“it’s okay, peps,” y/n said, crouching so she was the same height, “remember what we practised,”
the little girl stared for another few seconds before remembering everything she'd practised all week.
"hello, michael,” her voice came our barely louder than a whisper.
“hello,” he leaned forwards over the table, “what’s your name?”
pepper froze again, looking up at y/n for help, her eyes wide.
“it’s okay, tell him your name,”
“it’s-it’s pepper,”
"pepper," he repeated, as though it were the prettiest name he'd ever heard, “that’s a beautiful name."
pepper hid back behind y/n’s leg.
“thank you,” she mumbled, fiddling with the material of y/n’s jeans as michael smiled.
“she’s shy,” he noted, his gaze meeting hers for a second.
"which is funny," y/n laughed softly, “because she hasn't stopped talking about meeting you for two weeks,”
"really?"
pepper gave the tiniest nod.
"that's very sweet,” he said, signing a photo laid out on the table, before his gaze returned to the little girl again.
"can i ask you something?" he lowered his voice playfully, like he was telling a secret.
pepper nodded again.
"what's your favourite song?"
“the zombie one,” she said, her voice still quiet, but y/n could tell she was becoming more comfortable.
“the zombie one?”
“thriller,” y/n explained, “she calls it that because she likes the dance bit with all the other zombies,”
“i like when you dance with all your friends,” pepper said, stepping out from behind y/n.
“my friends?”
”the zombies,” y/n said.
michael laughed, nodding as he leaned back down to pepper.
“have you told them about me?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity as y/n watched silently.
“not yet, but i will,” michael promised, watching the little girl’s face light up.
pepper looked completely satisfied with that answer, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
“they can all come to my birthday party if they want,”
“that’s very kind of you,” michael said, pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing at the thought of zombies at a little girl’s birthday party.
“but not the scary one who does the voice,”
“the scary one?” michael echoed.
“she loved thriller,” y/n stepped forwards to explain, “but she makes me stop it before the monologue at the end,” .
“don’t tell anyone,” pepper said seriously, dropping her voice to a whisper as michael played along, leaning forwards, “but i hide behind the sofa when it comes on,”
“do you?” michael whispered back, as pepper nodded seriously.
“you know, i get scared a lot too,” he sat back properly to sign the poster that pepper had laid out.
“actually?”
“all the time,” he spoke back, “but you know what i do?”
pepper leaned in closer.
“i make sure all the things hiding in the dark know that they should be scared of me too!” he said the last word a little louder as pepper squealed, jumping back in excitement.
y/n watched proudly, taking her lower lip between her teeth to hide the laugh as michael slid the poster back across the table.
“it was nice meeting you pepper,” michael smile as y/n took the poster into her hand, “i’ll tell my friends about you,”
“bye michael!”
pepper waved over y/n’s shoulder as they were ushered out by the security guards, another fan stepping up to meet michael.
michael signed the poster with well-practised ease, something he’d gotten used to doing as he beckoned another security guard over.
“hey,” michael said, leaning forwards to whisper, “that woman, the one with the little girl with the pink bow, could you find out a bit about her?”
the security guard nodded, whispering to his colleague.
“mama where’s my socks?!” pepper called from upstairs as y/n sleepily picked up the milk from outside, her gaze pausing at the cream envelope on the step.
"in your drawer!" y/n called back automatically as she bent down to assess the envelope.
it felt expensive, stamped with an elaborate wax seal.
closing the front door with her foot, she turned the envelope over.
curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully opened it, a sleek black casette tape sliding out, with a white label stuck to the front.
THRILLER (PEPPER'S VERSION)
“no…” y/n gasped to herself, full of disbelief as she took out the folded piece of paper beneath the tape.
dear y/n, it was very nice meeting you and your little girl! i couldn’t help but think about pepper hiding behind the sofa whenever the monologue happened, so i dug this out the old tapes. now she can dance with all my zombie friends without worrying about the monster at the end please tell her they're still hoping for an invitation to that birthday party. and thank you for bringing someone who reminded me that the smallest conversations are often the most important ones, i hope this makes her smile as wide as she did that day. and perhaps you can forgive me for arranging an unofficial home delivery. with love, michael
at the bottom of the page, squeezed beneath his signature as though he'd thought of it at the last second, was one more line:
p.s i think pepper gets her lovely smile from her pretty mama :)
y/n stared at the final line for a few extra seconds, her cheeks heating up as she read it.
“…cheeky,”
“what?” pepper called from upstairs, still digging round for her socks as y/n folded the letter quickly, unable to stop smiling.
"nothing!”
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michael jackson the zombie song - (fluff) operation g.t.t - (fluff) dear diary - (smut) take the lead - (smut) wrapped in a bow - (smut)
jude bellingham not your girl - (angst + smut)
jobe bellingham get a job(e) - (smut)
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hi everyone!! please comment ‘🧸’ to be on the fluff mj taglist, and ‘🌶️’ to be on the smut mj taglist!! and of course, type both of you wanna be tagged in both :)
(as of right now, i don’t have any angst written and i won’t be writing it a lot, so i will tag both groups if i do post any!!)