Peachy Dreams

I just can’t picture him being aggressive and rough haha.

Scripted Games / part.2

Context: You decided it would be fun to try the viral "I can't pay the rent" trend on your bf Michael. But things gets heated.

Music: Vixen / Miguel

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Mature era. Age gap. Slight dominance ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Tap here for part 1.

If you haven’t, I recommend reading part 1!!Whoever asked for part 2, here you go!!😛

The second the bedroom door clicked shut, you turned around, still smiling playfully.

"So, landlord" you started, leaning back against the smooth wood of the door, crossing your arms. "Since I can't pay the rent this month... what exactly are the terms of my eviction? Or do I need to find a way to negotiate?"

Michael turned around. He shook his head, a devastatingly handsome, wicked grin spreading across his face.

He closed the distance between you slowly until completely crowding your space. Before you could even laugh, he planted one hand next to your head flat against the door, another hand in his pocket.

"Michael—" you gasped softly, your breath hitching as your playful confidence instantly evaporated, replaced by a wave of shyness.

"You wanna play a game about negotiating?" he whispered, leaning down just enough so his eyes were locked directly onto yours. You nervously, but desperately nodded.

"Fine. But we're not playing your game anymore."

"No?" Your hands coming up to rest against his black silk shirt.

"No" Michael rumbled softly against your ear, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he enjoyed just how flustered you had suddenly become.

Then, with a sudden playful sharpness, he nipped down gently on your earlobe, making you gasp out loud.

"I have a much better game in mind" his lips dragging down to find the sensitive dip of your neck, where he bit down softly, making your fingers instantly curl into the fabric of his shirt. "And the rules are very simple. You give me absolutely everything, and I keep you completely trapped until morning. How does that sound?"

"Michael, that’s cheating." your face scorching a bright, furious pink as your body trembled against his.

"I never cheat" he chuckled softly.

His hand immediately sliding down to grip your waist. Before you could even catch your breath, his other arm hooked securely under your thighs, effortlessly lifting you completely off the floor. Your legs automatically wrapped tightly around his waist for balance, both arms around his neck.

His lips crashing down onto yours in a deep, bruising kiss that completely stole the air from your lungs before he finally carried you toward the bed and laying you down against the soft mattress.

"Please…" you begged. Gripping the collar of his shirt.

"Please…what? Ask properly." he says with a devilish smile, rolling up your night gown, tip of his fingers teasing the damp spot on your lingerie.

"Such a good girl, aren’t you?"

"Please…take me right now. I need you to touch me. No more games…" you were practically moaning at this point. Michael’s eyes darkened, smile fading as he saw you losing your patience.

"Oh, baby…let me tell you what I love about this game." He says, unbuttoning his shirt. Eyes locked to yours. "I’ll win every time. And you’ll love every second of it."

And did.

Back seat secret

Context: After a long night at the Grammys, you guys start making out in the back seat and…

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 1984 Grammys Mike, slight dominance,˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Warning: A Lot of kissing. Maybe smut? I don’t know. Go check yourself.

Music: Infatuation / Jamie Foxx

DESPERATE AND IMPATIENT MICHAEL .

You’re welcome ladies.

The frantic, blinding chaos of the 1984 Grammy after-parties was finally behind you.

Michael’s private limousine was waiting outside.

The moment the heavy exit doors clicked shut behind you, cutting off the distant roar of the crowds, Michael’s patience completely disappeared. He didn't care anymore. He needed you right now.

Before you could even take another step toward the car, his fingers wrapping securely around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless pull, he spun you around and pinned you flat against the cool, concrete pillar of the garage.

"Michael—" you gasped, your eyes widening.

He didn't let you finish. His frame completely blocking out the rest of the world as his lips crashed onto yours right there in the open garage.

The kiss was deep, fierce, and thick. His bare hand cupped your jawline, his thumb keeping you in place, while his other hand came down to grip your waist, pulling your hips against his.

"Sir, we need to move" a bodyguard’s low voice cut through the shadows, urgent but respectful.

Michael pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes wild with a masculine hunger. He didn't say a word to the security. Keeping his arm locked securely around your waist, he practically dragged you the last few feet to the limousine, the door flying open before you even reached it.

He ushered you into the back seat, tumbling in right after you, and the heavy door slammed shut with a solid thud. The privacy partition went up instantly, sealing the two of you in a dark backseat with a black leather and tinted glass.

The car lurched forward, pulling out into the rainy Los Angeles night.

Michael pulls you by your waist on his lap in ease.

His lips lingered with yours. Deep and slow kiss. Sending shivers down your spine.

You placed both of your palms flat against the sparkling gold sash on his chest, gasping for air, gently pushing him back.

"Michael, please, wait." you whispered, pulling your face away. "Not...not right now. The driver and your security upfront, they might hear us." You helplessly pleaded.

With one dominant tug, he pulled your upper body right back against his chest, completely crushing the distance you had tried to make.

"I need you right now." He whispered, almost begging. gripping your hip that’s covered in turquoise color silk dress.

"But…what if…" He doesn’t let you finish.

"I don't care" he says as he pinned you against the cold leather seat. "You've been driving me crazy all night in that dress. I've been patient enough. I need to take you right here, right now."

You let out a soft whimper, fingers softy gripping his curls. His doe eyes watching your every move.

You open your mouth to say something, but his lips captured yours again, shutting you up.

Breathtaking heated kiss completely set the back seat of the limousine on fire.

He sees you gave it in, taking it as a sign that you’re not uncomfortable anymore, his big gentle hand slide into your silk dress, tracing a soft touch against your inner thigh.

You bite your lip hard, trying not to make noise.

"Baby…" he breathes out against your lips. As he hooked his finger on your panties, the limousine stops.

Both security and the driver gets out to knock on the door. You sit up in pure panic, pushing him back and fixing your dress.

Michael grins, calmly. Cupping your face with his warm hand. Kissing you one last time before getting out.

"Let’s go inside."

Failed plan

Context: You try to treat Michael by paying for dinner. But he had another plan.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Bad era ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Music: Sure Thing / Miguel

Hi guys, I feel like this song will really get you into the story. Tell me what you think 💭

Dinner had been absolutely incredible.

As the waiter slid the leather check presenter onto the table, you decided it was time to deploy your plan. You had been hiding your credit card in your palm for the last twenty minutes, waiting for this exact moment.

Before Michael’s fingers could even reach across the table, you lunged forward with a grin, clapping your hand flat over the leather booklet.

"My treat tonight" you declared, trying to look as financially independent as possible.

"You always take care of everything. Tonight, I am a high roller. Put your wallet away."

He looked at your hand covering the bill, and then slowly raised his eyes to yours. Single dark curl fells perfectly over his forehead. He slowly leaned back into the seat, draping one arm casually over the backrest.

"A high roller, huh? Well... who am I to stop this kind gesture?"

He says, tilting his head watching you through thick, heavy lashes with a deeply indulgent, knowing smile.

"Just sit back and relax, Mr. Jackson. I've got this."

You slid your card into the slot, trying to be smooth, though your heart was already hammering just from the sheer weight of his undivided attention.

"Yes ma’am." Michael chuckled softly, He picked up his crystal water glass, taking a slow sip while his dark eyes locked onto yours.

You’re smiling ear to ear. Michael just watched you, his smile widening.

The waiter came back and placed the booklet back in front of you with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, but the transaction was already processed. The gentleman's card is on permanent file with the house. This meal was taken care of before you even sat down."

You blinked, looking at the waiter then to Michael.

"Did you really think I'd let you pay for your own dinner while you're out with me?" He said with a grin.

"You knew everything but let me do the whole speech!?” You pouted playfully, folding your arms.

Michael reached across the table, his thumb gently stroking your flushed cheek.

"You look too cute when you're trying to be the boss. I couldn’t help it." he giggled. He gave your arm a gentle tug, signaling it was time to leave. "Let’s get one thing straight, angel face. As long as you are with me, your money stays in your purse. I take care of you. Now let’s go home, I’ve been dying to be alone with you all day.”

He walked around the table, offering you his hand to stand up. You took his hand and gave in, wrapping your arms around his with a sigh, making him chuckle.

“You’ll never let me treat you, will you?”

“Not a chance.”

I’m in charge tonight. / part.1

Context: You’re usually shy and quiet but try to be dominant for once and Michael plays along with it.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Dangerous-HIStory era, Daddy alert, submissive ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Music : Mint Condition/ Forever in Your eyes

I was squeaking like a pig writing this.

You had spent the entire afternoon mentally rehearsing.

You were tired of always being the one blushing, melting, and instantly giving in to his quiet authority. Tonight, you were going to take control.

When you heard the heavy front doors of the estate close and his familiar, rhythmic footsteps echo down the hallway, your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Michael stepped into the dimly lit living room, looking tired but effortlessly sharp, a dark blazer over a loose white button-down. Before he could even loosen his tie or say his usual smooth greeting, you marched straight up to him.

You caught him completely off guard, or so you thought. You placed both hands firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the wall near the doorway.

Michael didn’t flinch. He let his briefcase slip from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug. A single, dark curl fell over his forehead as his eyes widened in genuine, delighted surprise. For a second, a flicker of pure, dangerous amusement crossed his features, but he quickly masked it, his lips twitching into a compliant smile. leaning back against the wall.

"Oh?" Michael murmured, your chest tighten with nerves.

"I’m in charge tonight" you stated, taking a step closer, trying to look intimidating. You reached up, grabbing the lapels of his blazer and tugging him down just an inch to your height. "No questions. You do exactly what I say."

Michael tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with a wicked, playful submission. "Whatever you say" he whispered, entirely playing along with your game….

Continue to Part 2

Scripted Games / part.1

Context: You decided it would be fun to try the viral "I can't pay the rent" trend on your bf Michael. You expected a laugh, you didn't expect him to take it completely seriously and turn it back on you….

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Mature era. daddy Mike. Age gap. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Part2

My first time writing MJ fanfic. I hope you guys like it!

The living room of the estate was quiet, the warm afternoon sun spilling across the hardwood floors.

Michael was sitting at the heavy mahogany desk near the window, a pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he reviewed some contracts. He looked incredibly sharp, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, completely focused.

You leaned against the doorway, holding back a smile as you started the trend.

"Michael..." you sighed heavily, making your voice sound incredibly stressed. "I'm looking at my budget, and... I really don't think I can pay my share of the rent this month. Things are just so tight."

Michael didn’t look up immediately. He finished signing his name on a page, stacked the papers neatly, and then took off his glasses, setting them down on the desk. He turned his chair around slowly, his large, dark eyes locking onto yours with a calm, completely unbothered expression.

There was no confusion on his face. He knew exactly what bills were paid in this house, and he knew you hadn't touched a single one of them.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, mature baritone that commanded instant attention.

You walked over to him, your heart doing a little flutter at how easily he took control of the room. When you reached his chair, Michael reached out, his long fingers wrapping firmly around your waist to pull you directly onto his lap. He didn't laugh or play along with the joke. he just looked up at you with a slow, deeply confident smile touching the corners of his lips.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice a smooth. He slid his hand up to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline with a firm, possessive pressure. "You're stressed about the rent?"

"Yeah," you whispered, trying to keep a straight face as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "It's a lot of money."

Michael let out a low, breathy chuckle, his gaze heavy and intensely dark. He shifted you slightly, anchoring you against his chest so you could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

"Sweetheart, you haven't paid a single bill since the day I brought you into this house," he murmured, his tone dripping with absolute authority and a quiet, wicked amusement. "You know everything here is taken care of. You are taken care of. Every single thing you want or need is on my tab."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe, his breath warm and dominant against your skin.

"But if you want to play a game about paying your way..." Michael whispered, his hand gripping your hip just a little tighter, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "We can go upstairs, and you can show me exactly how you plan to earn your keep tonight."

How was it?

i kinda wanna start posting my fanfics on here🤍 i’ve been writing them just for fun, but maybe it’s time to actually share them?

If anyone would be interested in reading, i’d literally love to know 🫶 no pressure at all, just curious!! if enough people are into it, i’ll start posting soon ✨