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making michael feel better and release stress after a argument with his father.
18+ content, minors dni. j*esph mention handjob, oral (m!receiving) and implied unprotected sex ending.
you were quietly filing your nails on the crème suede sofa in your apartment when a knock at the door interrupted your peaceful afternoon. your eyebrows raised in curiosity, you weren’t expecting visitors and it was unlike your boyfriend michael to just show up unannounced in the middle of the day without calling you.
you approached the front door, peering through the peephole to see a visibly upset and emotional michael on the other side. without hesitation, you unlatched the hook on the door and swung it open.
"hey, baby, what's wrong?" you asked with genuine concern, immediately enveloping him in a hug. you peered outside and absence of bill's car in the driveway immediately caught your attention. instead, michael's chic rose royce was parked outside. this was unusual, as michael rarely drove himself. your concern grew as you wondered what could be so serious that michael had to come to you personally.
"i'm sorry, i just needed to get out. i didn't have the energy to call," he apologized, burying his head in your chest. "it's okay, baby. just tell me what's wrong," you said, guiding him to the couch and closing the door behind you. he let out a sigh as he sat down. "it's joseph. he's ruining everything. remember how i told you i wanted to go on my solo tour after my album release?" you nodded, recalling the conversation.
"well, joseph went behind my back and signed a contract, forcing me to go on tour with my brothers instead. i had everything planned out and now it's all ruined," he cried, his face in his hands. you rubbed his back, trying to comfort him as best you could.
“oh baby i’m so sorry, why the hell would he do that?”
"he always tries to capitalize on my success, it's like he sees me as nothing more than a dollar sign. every time i want to do something on my own, he's there, ready to exploit me. i'm exhausted and stressed from it all," michael vented, his head resting on the softness of your chest. you ran your fingers through his curls, feeling genuine empathy for him. you hated seeing what his father did to him, always treating him like a source of income rather than a beloved son. you would do anything just to take away a fraction of the stress.
and then, an idea struck you. "don't cry, my love. i hate seeing you like this. i want to help you, to take away some of that stress," you say gently brushing away his tears and looking down at him. he looked up at you, curious. "how?" you smiled down at him. "just relax, my baby. i'll show you."
his brow furrowed as his gaze met yours, unsure of your intentions as you lowered yourself to the ground. your knees sinking into the plush mauve carpet of your living room. "baby what are you doing?" he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice as you reached for his belt. "you don't have to do this—" he protested, but you silenced him with a gentle "shhh" and continued undressing him. "just let me make it better," you reassured him, as you revealed the waistband of his underwear.
michael's dick grew at the sight of you on your knees, your hands expertly grazing up his clothed crotch. your fingers slipped into his underwear, teasing out his half-hard member which seemed to fully come to life in your grasp. "he's so pretty, baby. he's all mine, isn't he?" you purred, your lips pressing against his shaft before you began to stroke him, eliciting a stream of sticky precum that coated your fingers and palm.
michael threw his head back on the couch, his lip caught between his teeth as he nodded in response to your question. your hands moved in up and down motion, with just enough pressure to make his legs tingle.
“please, don't stop," michael whimpered, his desire evident in his desperate plea. his hips bucking against your hand as you stroke him, his breaths coming out in short pants. you smirked, loving the effect you had on him. "i won't, papa, i won't," you murmured, your lips ghosting over the tip of his length as you continued to tease him. his hands reached for your hair, his fingers tangling in the blown out curls.
your tongue darted out to lick at the precum that had gathered at the tip, your lips glossy with it. with a sly smile, you finally opened your mouth and took him in, sucking gently on the head. michael's hips jerked forward, a strangled moan escaping his lips. "dear god-" he moaned, his eyes rolling back.
you glared up at him with bedroom eyes as you fully engulfed him inside your mouth. your hand twisting around what couldn't quite fit, eagerly bobbing your head back and forth as loud wet sloppy "gugh" noises filled the room. your other hand skillfully massaged his balls, adding to the pleasure he was feeling.
michael was in cloud nine, his nut just around the corner. "god, baby- i can't-" he managed to gasp out, his words barely coherent. but then, you deep throated him, taking him all the way down to the tiny curly pubes at the base. "fucccck," he grunted, surprising you with his use of harsh language. but it only confirmed that you were doing something right. with a loud pop, you pulled him out of your mouth, teasingly slapping the tip of his dick against your lips. "cum for me, baby."
his hand was so tightly wand up in your hair, it was messing up the fresh style you got done 2 days prior. but it didn't matter cause he could easily afford to get another appointment.
before you could even process it, his release landed on your lips, spilling down your chin. you opened your mouth, catching the rest of his seed into your mouth, his hips bucking as he emptied himself. you swallowed without hesitation, savoring the slight saltiness. with a quick wipe of your fingers, you licked off the remaining droplets on your chin. the sight was enough to get michael hard once again, his member twitching at the thought of another round.
"did i make you feel better baby?" you said coyly, lifting off your knees and gazing into michael's tired eyes. a small smile formed on his lips as he pulled you onto his lap. you straddled his hips and his thick erection pressed against you. "definitely," he replied, "but i don't think he's had enough yet." his eyes gestured towards what was poking you.
you giggled. "you're right," you whispered in his ear, "this time i want you to cum inside of me." michael's eyes widened a hint of shyness behind them. he bit his lip and laughed. thank god for birth control.
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hey girl! Love your wiring pls can you write something for Jude Bellingham next 💞💞
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jude bellingham x female reader
plot summary: in which reader is the sister of a barcelona player and jude spots her in the el clasico crowd.
note: thank u for the request, this is my first time writing for jude. i didn’t put a specific barcelona player so u can imagine anyone or even ur own brother it doesn’t matter!
the santiago bernabéu was deafening as eighty thousand madrid supporters filled every seat, white shirts stretching as far as the eye could see, whilst cameras swept across the crowd and fireworks exploded over the roof. you hadn’t wanted to come, not because you didn’t support your brother, you did, but the idea of sitting in the away section at the bernabéu during an el clásico wasn’t exactly appealing.
you sat several rows behind barcelona’s bench in the family section, nervously pulling the sleeves of your oversized barça jacket over your hands as you leaned over the barrier smiled at your brother as he jogged onto the pitch, spotting you almost immediately.
“there she is!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were a rare species, causing you to roll your eyes dramatically before blowing him a sarcastic kiss as he laughed.
across the pitch, jude looked over at the sound of the commotion, his eyes naturally following where the barcelona player was pointing. standing beside him vinícius frowned watching his now distracted teammate. jude was staring, not rudely just simply caught off guard. you were laughing at something the player had said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as the evening breeze caught it, you weren’t taking selfies for instagram or trying to get on the stadium screens, instead you looked like you genuinely only cared about supporting him, whoever he was to you.
“…jude.”
“hm?”
vinícius followed his line of sight, realisation settling in.
“ohhh”
“what?”
“the barcelona player’s sister?”
“…his sister?” jude blinked.
“you didn’t know that?”
“no.”
“well you’ve been staring for about twenty seconds.” vinícius smirked.
“i have not.” jude tried to deny, forcing himself to look away, however not even five seconds later his eyes had drifted back to you, your legs now tucked beneath your seat as you spoke animatedly to an older women besides you, your smile so bright that even from halfway across the pitch he could make it out. there was something about you that made the rest of the stadium disappear.
jude tried to shake himself of the distractions as the referee blew his whistle for kick-off, except it wasn’t easy and in every break of play he found himself glancing towards the family section, almost checking to make sure you were still there. every time he looked over he would find you sat at the edge of your seat completely engrossed in the match, celebrating your brother’s tackles and groaning whenever madrid got close ot goal. one time, after vinícius missed a near open goal, jude watched you cover your mouth to hide a laugh and without meaning to he smiled too.
by the seventieth minute the match was still level, a goal yet to be scored, but in a short moment as vinícius travelled down the wing sending in a low cross to jude arriving in the box who took one touch allowing the ball to plumet into the bottom corner.
the bernabéu exploded, his teammates sprinting towards him, arms outstretched, ready to jump on him, but before they could reach him his head turned instinctively, in the same direction it had all match, towards the family section in the away end, towards you. you looked frozen, and without thinking, jude smiled before pointing towards your section whilst tapping the badge over his heart. the cameras caught everything and within minutes, social media was in a frenzy.
‘WHO WAS JUDE POINTING AT?’
‘im actually seething with jealousy rn’
‘wait zoom in… THAT’S BARCELONA PLAYER’S SISTER.’
‘HE JUST SCORED IN EL CLASICO AND DEDICATED IT TO HER??? lord when will it be my turn?’
you however, simply stared at the pitch, completely speechless as your brother’s girlfriend grabbed your arm.
“i swear that was at you, it literally couldn’t have been at anyone else” she stated gleaming with excitement.
“it wasn’t.” you assured, the words more for yourself than her. your heart was racing, you’d never met jude bellingham, you’d never even been to an el clasico before, so why had he looked at you like that, and why did a small part of you hope you’d get that chance to ask him.
the final whistle came far too quickly for your liking with real madrid winning 1-0. unsurprisingly the berabéu erupted into chaotic celebration while the barcelona players dropped to their knees, exhausted and frustrated. you watched on as your brother rubbed a hand over his face before applauding the travelling fans, you too now stood with the rest of the family section, clapping the players efforts, despite the loss.
“i still think he was looking at you,” your brother’s girlfriend whispered as everyone began filing towards the stairs causing you to sigh.
“he wasn’t” you denied.
“he pointed.”
“to the fans.”
“he pointed directly at our section.”
“there are like three hundred people here.”
“and you’re sat in the middle.”
you opened your mouth to argue when someone called out behind you.
“excuse me?”
You turned around to find a young stadium steward stood there, looking slightly flustered, not knowing what to do with himself.
“sorry… are you…” he glanced down at the paper in his hand before looking back up. “the sister of barcelona player?”
“yes?” you replied.
“jude bellingham was wondering if you’d mind waiting a few minutes.” he smiled awkwardly as only silence followed whilst your brother’s girlfriend’s jaw practically hit the floor.
“um i’m sorry?”
“he asked if someone could let you know.”
you hadn’t even fully processed what had just happened when your brother emerged from the tunnel still looking annoyed about the result.
“you ready?” he asked hurriedly.
“i…” you stammered out.
“what?” your brother frowned.
“the steward said,” you pointed vaguely to the young man behind you, “that jude bellingham wants to speak to me.”
“what?” he stopped in his tracks.
“he asked me to wait.” you continued.
your brother looked towards the steward who nodded quickly.
“mr bellingham specifically asked for her.” he clarified.
“…why?” he asked the steward who now looked slightly terrified.
“i don’t know, sir.”
your brother sighed dramatically before collapsing into one of the stadium seats.
“i guess we’ll wait and find out then.”
five minutes later, the stadium had emptied considerably, while you sat awkwardly on one of the plastic seats, your brother slouched beside you with his arms folded, neither of you speaking. then footsteps echoed through the stands causing you both to look up to find jude. He’d changed into a white real madrid tracksuit, his hair still damp from the shower and the closer he got, you noticed, the more nervous he seemed to be, as he slowed to stop a few feet away from you.
“hi.” his voice was quieter than you’d expected.
“hi.” you replied as jude looked between you and your brother.
“… can i steal her for a minute?” he asked.
“no.”
“be nice.” you nudged your brother with your elbow.
your brother sighed dramatically before standing up.
“i’m getting food.” he then turned to pointed at jude before leaving, “you’ve got five minutes.”
as soon as your brother had disappeared around the corner, silence settled between the two of you as jude nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“so…”
“so.” you repeated after him.
“i’ve never actually done this before.”
“what?”
“walked into the away section after a classico.”
you laughed as he continued.
“it feels terrifying.”
“you’re brave.” you complimented.
“i scored the winner.” jude stated smugly.
“you did.”
“this is scarier.”
that made you laugh properly, the sound of your laugh seemingly making him relax.
“okay, that was my main goal.” he said.
“what?”
“making you laugh.”
you tilted your head as he nodded, almost as if he was signalling himself to speak.
“i know this is going to sound strange.”
“i’ll hear you out.”
“i’d never seen you before today, i swear.”
“i believe you.” you smiled.
“but then i looked over during warm-ups because your brother was shouting…”
“…and?”
“…and you were there,” his cheeks turned faintly pink as your heart skipped a beat, “and then i couldn’t stop looking.”
“you couldn’t”
“i tried.” he shook his head.
“you were supposed to be warming up and concentrating.”
“i know.”
“you definitely weren’t.” you stated.
“i definitely wasn’t” he agreed earning another laugh from you that caused him to smile again.
“i thought maybe i was imagining it.” you admitted.
“the eye contact?”
“the smiling.”
“what about the goal celebration?”
your eyebrows lifted.
“…that was really for me?” you asked as jude looked at the ground for a second before meeting your eyes again.
“yeah, it was.”
“why?”
“i don’t know.” he shrugged sheepishly.
“you don’t know?”
“i just scored, and then I looked up,” he smiled before continuing, “and there you were.”
“i’ve never even spoken to you before.” you pointed out.
“i know.”
“you don’t know anything about me.”
“i know.”
“and you dedicated an el clasico goal to me?”
“when you say it out loud, it sounds ridiculous.” he laughed.
“it kind of is.”
you couldn’t stop smiling and neither could he.
“i’ve probably made a complete fool of myself.” jude spoke quieter this time.
“i don’t think so.”
“no?”
“i think it’s…” you hesitated, looking for the right word, “sweet.”
jude’s shoulders visibly relaxed.
“so…” he said after a moment. “can i ask you something?”
“go on.” you nodded.
“would it be incredibly inappropriate if i asked for your number?”
you pretended to think about it, watching his expression fall slightly.
“hm, maybe.”
“oh.”
“i mean you did score against my brother.” you pondered.
“he’ll never forgive you.”
“you’ve made my life difficult, so…” you held your hand out. “give me your phone.”
“seriously?” his face lit up immediately.
“before i change my mind.”
he fumbled it out of his pocket so quickly that you couldn’t help laughing. you typed your number into his contacts before handing the phone back watching him stare at the screen as though making sure it was real.
“you actually gave it to me.”
“i did.”
“i was convinced you were going to say no.”
“i considered it.”
“you did?”
“for about two seconds.”
“i’ll take it.”
your own phone buzzed as you looked down to see messages from an unknown number.
‘hi’
‘it’s jude’
‘just checking you didn’t accidently give me your brother’s number instead.’
you burst out laughing as he looked at you hopefully.
“good response?”
“i suppose it’ll do.”
he grinned before a voice interrupted from behind.
“i leave for six minutes and you’re already texting each other?” your brother stated, returning with two bottles of water.
you froze, jude looked impossibly guilty whilst your brother just sighed dramatically.
“unbelievable.”
“it’s just my number,” you defended.
“mhm.”
“we’ve barely spoken.”
“mhm.”
“i don’t even know if i like him.”
at this jude tried very hard not to smile and your brother noticed.
“you wipe that grin off your face.”
“i’m trying.”
“you don’t look like you’re trying.”
“i promise i am.” jude held his hands up in mock defence.
there was a moment of silence before your brother looked between the two of you and then sighed again.
“if you’re going to take my sister out,” he watched as jude straightened instantly, “you’d better treat her properly.”
“i will.” jude nodded.
“no messing her around.”
“i wouldn’t.”
“no stupid headlines.”
“never.” he assured as your brother studied him carefully, jude never looking away when finally your brother nodded once.
“good.”
as your brother walked ahead towards the exit, you and jude lingered behind.
“so…” he said.
“so?”
“when are you going back to barcelona?”
“tomorrow morning.”
“oh.” his smile faded.
“but…” you watched him look up hopefully, “madrid isn’t that far, and footballers travel a lot.”
“they do.”
“and i suppose i could visit.”
“i’d like that.” he smiled so brightly that you felt your own cheeks warm.
summary: you go out shopping with michael and he calls you mama, making you realize how much it turns you on…
cw smut 🔞 flirting, making out, soft dom michael, dry humming, praise kink (both parties), breeding kink
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the cool lighting of the mall makes everything feel like a dream, it was a simple yet fun spot for a date. only so because it was michael’s excuse to go shopping with you. lacking some casual summer clothes you needed to go shopping for some, and he wanted to tag along. he enjoys watching you have fun in picking out new outfits to wear, he thought it was cute how you fussed over choosing the right thing.
“now, how about this?” you ask holding up a cute polo shirt to your chest.
“it’s lovely y/n, you should buy it.” michael replies, anything you wear he wouldn’t complain about. everything looked good on you.
“yes but… i feel like it’s not the right color. the shirts need to match my complexion y’know?” you tell him rolling your eyes playfully.
it was a bit of a challenge to shop with him, because he likes everything on you. not that you hated that, it was sweet knowing anything you wear he would find you completely irresistible.
grabbing another shirt, you examine it. it’s a crop top, and those were becoming very popular. so you grab it and walk over to the changing room, deciding to try something a little different. michael follows right behind you.
“you know… it’s okay to tell me if something looks bad on me mike.” you explain to him through the doors of the changing room.
michael sighs contently and says, “i’m aware, but it’s not my fault that you look good in everything. i can’t help it.” he shakes his head while smiling.
you blush a little behind those changing room doors. pushing your head through the neck of the shirt, you look at yourself in the mirror to see how it fits on you. it was surprisingly cute. it exposes your midriff but you didn’t mind, showing some skin during the summer was common. but you wanted michael’s opinion to finalize the purchase.
walking out, you raise your arms out and smirk. “well, how does this look? please be honest.” you ask the dark haired boy in front of you.
michael’s eyes widen as he stares in awe of you, of course he likes it. but he didn’t expect the shirt exposing your waist to be so attractive.
he purrs in your direction, “wow. it looks great on you, mama.”
your expression turns from smiling to surprise. he’s never called you mama before. it was a common term of endearment, but he has never used it on you before until now. your face turns red from the sudden realization that you really, really like it.
putting your arms down, you grab your left arm with your right behind your back. unknowingly making your figure more visible to michael. “you really like the shirt then? for real?” you question him.
walking closer to you, michael nods excitedly. “i don’t think you have any shirts like this one, it’s so good on you.” he takes a moment to look at your shirt again, feeling his warm gaze analyzing you. “i like how it shows off your waist.” he confesses. that last sentence makes you blush even more.
“well, it’s certainly stylish. if you like it, i’ll buy it then.” michael was always flattering you, but him calling you mama did something to you. it made you heat up right here in this boutique. in more areas than one. he hadn’t noticed yet, but you decide not to tell him anything until you both got home.
both of you walk over to the register and buy all of the clothes that you had picked out. including the crop top that michael found the best. after paying, you put the crop top back on since you enjoy how much attention it gets from michael. you give him a sly smirk when you do. both of you hold hands and make your way out of the mall and into the car, where you finally head back home to havenhurst. you grab the shopping bags, in where michael insists on carrying them for you upstairs.
once in his room all alone, you plop down on the bed and sigh. michael is already taking the clothes out for you, but you can’t get that moment out of your head.
mama.
biting the tip of your nail, you turn over and look at michael laying the newly bought clothes on his bed so you remember to take them home with you once you leave, but you didn’t want to leave yet.
you want him to call you mama again.
“hey michael?”
“yes y/n?” he responds, blissfully unaware of the state you find yourself in from one simple word since the mall.
rubbing your legs together on the bed, you exhale. “i really liked when you called me mama earlier.” you confess bluntly to him.
he stops what he’s doing and looks over at you. “you did?” michael asks trying to decipher what you meant. it hasn’t clicked for him yet.
“yes, it was kinda cute. and… i like how it felt.” he examines your expression for hints, the look in your eyes gives it away.
michael blushes and laughs a little. “i mean, it is a common thing to call pretty girls.” he reminds you while rubbing the back of his neck.
turning to face the ceiling, you continue. “i know, but you’ve never called me that before. you use other pet names, but never mama.” you twirl your hair around your index finger as you state all this. “i just think it’s… hot.”
michael pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts on this new info. he can’t look away from you. biting his lip, he gets on the bed to crawl right next to you.
laying down by your side, he suggests, “maybe i called you that subconsciously.”
your eyes widen with that reveal. you turn to look over at him, his face is mere inches away from yours. his big, expressive doe eyes beaming at you. it becomes clears what he meant by that. you feel your heart beating faster and your core getting hot.
“…why would you say it subconsciously?” you ask him. you already knew why, but you want to hear him say it.
he bites the inside of his cheek before giving you his answer. michael knows you’re just flirting, but he wants to be transparent with you too.
shifting his weight a little, he confesses, “maybe it’s cause… i wanna make you a mama.” he asserts as he hovers his lips above yours, only a breathe away.
that answer makes your lower stomach tighten and you can’t look away from him. you glance down to his lips, then back as his rich brown eyes.
your right hand warps around his luscious jet black curls, bringing him ever so gently down to your lips.
“maybe i’d like that.”
michael groans at your reply, and finally hooks his lips to yours.
closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss as he brings his body against yours. exhaling, you feel him moving on top of you to make it deeper. you twist your fingers around his curls and that causes michael to whimper faintly into the kiss. you enjoy hearing him make little sounds like that.
he wasn’t going to be the only one though, as he breaks the kiss temporarily. you whine a little when he gets off you, then you see he’s quickly unzipping his pants and shaking them off, in trying not lose the heat of the moment.
“can i take off your pants too?” michael askes politely, even when he’s horny he’s still a gentleman at heart. it makes you giggle. “yes you can.”
he chuckles lightly, gently pulling off your pants and laying them on the ground along with his. now leaving you both in your panties and boxers respectively. michael couldn’t help but bite his fist seeing you in just your laced panties and your new crop top shirt. he wants to take off more, but you both promised to wait until each of you was ready.
michael was already throbbing in his boxers, and you could definitely tell. “just seeing me in my panties gets you hard?” you tease him. he sighs and replies, “i can’t help it, pretty mama.” you bite your lip to stifle a moan, he called you mama again. michael pulls your hips against his own and starts grinding against you, causing you to groan. he kisses you again, and leans down to your ear.
“you like when i call you mama, huh?” michael teases you back. he says it again, making your core tighten even more.
the way he’s grinding on you makes it difficult for you to think of a witty reply. you exhale, “ah… yes i do, okay?”
“oh mama, you should’ve told me sooner. to think of all the times i missed out on calling you mama.” he keeps saying it, it only makes you louder.
you whine out to him, “please say it again.” you place both your hands on his biceps to help you stay secure in place, since his clothed cock is sliding up and down your panties. making you totally dizzy.
michael coos at you again. “you’re so beautiful mama, i’m, augh, gonna call you mama so much from now on.” he starts to get louder with moans and whimpers too.
gripping his biceps a little harder, you gasp. “a-ah, keep saying it. please.” you desperately need to hear michael call you mama over and over again. he smiles affectionately at how you’re behaving right now, he finds especially hot.
“haah, pretty mama, you’re such a pretty mama. i can’t believe how unbelievably lovely you are, mama.” michael breathes as he’s grinding his cock against your pussy. even though it was through thin layers of underwear, it doesn’t feel any less electric. you couldn’t see it, but his cock is already dripping from precum.
“uugh… michael… don’t stop…” you tell him with a breathy voice. the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your clit is intoxicating.
your mind is so hazy that you didn’t realize how much he enjoys praising you, just as much as he likes receiving it too. calling you mama was just as arousing for him as you hearing it. then, michael decides to take it one step further.
“i, ahh, can’t stop imagining getting you pregnant, and really making you a mama. you’d be the best mama ever.” he whimpers to you.
actually referring to you as a mother does it for you. “mmmh! please don’t stop. keep going.” you cry out to him.
both of your eyes shut, you feel the heavy sensation between your legs getting tighter. michael buries his face in your neck, still describing how good of a mother you’d be.
michael keeps going with this parental fantasy of his. “ughh… you would be the best mama ever, taking care of o-our babies. i need to get you pregnant please…” his dirty talk is sweet and delicious, it makes your clit ache to hear michael talk like this.
“you wanna get me pregnant? r-really?” you ask him mindlessly, not realizing what kind of mess you were about to unleash.
he starts rocking your hips together faster, he’s getting close. michael looks completely flushed with his mouth open, his sweat dripping onto your neck and shirt.
“oh mama, i wanna fill you up with my, ahh, cum. that’s all i want. i need you so badly it hurts. just let me fill you up with my babies…” he pleads, while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline. a noise that sounds like a mix between a groan and a whimper escapes your lips when michael says all this.
“let me make you a mama, augh… need to cum inside of you. let me finish inside you. please y/n, please. wanna cum inside you…” michael is practically slurring his words. it’s taking every bit of his willpower left to not just take off both of your underwear and fuck you raw, but he’s happy with rubbing against you, for now.
you could feel yourself getting close to climax. his confession clouding your mind with multiple thoughts of you and michael finally having sex, and him finishing inside you turns you on like nothing else at this moment.
“ah- i would let you cum inside me, that sounds so good. aha, i wannna feel your cock deep inside me baby.” your eyes are closed as you whisper, but you could feel his cock twitching inside his boxers from your reply.
“uuggh… mama… you’re s-so good to me. y-you’re all i need… all i want… pretty, pretty mama…” he’s completely lost it. just whining and begging for you, as the desire flooding his mind won’t even let him form coherent sentences anymore.
realizing he was about to cum, you decide it’s only right to help him out too. for all the praise he’s been giving you, he deserves some too. still having some level of cohesion, you throw in some of your own fantasy in there too.
“y-you know what position i wanna do first when we finally have sex?” you ask him in between his moans and whimpers. michael simply hums and nods.
“cowgirl. i wanna look at your b-beautiful face when i’m riding you. so i know who the most wonderful person in the world i-is. it’ll all be worth it baby, i promise.” you sound just as needy as michael does.
that finally does it, as it sends shockwaves all throughout michael’s body. he bites down on your shoulder to prevent himself from moaning so loud the entire mansion can hear him. some of his sounds mange to slip through, and you hear him say, “ahhh-! i love you! so much… please…” moaning to you as he cums inside his boxer shorts.
“mhm-! michael!” his reaction helps you finish as you grab onto his shoulders for dear life. you end whimpering your way through your climax, as your panties fill up with your squirt at the same moment as him.
michael collapses on top of you, causing you to let out a little “oof-!”
after catching his breath for a minute, he starts to talk. “sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to drop like that.” michael apologizes sincerely.
all you can do is laugh softly. “it’s okay, really.”
he gives you a sheepish smile after that. michael is so beautiful after finishing, his sweat makes his skin look golden under the warm lamp lighting of his bedroom. you stare as him adoringly for a brief moment, he notices and blushes. then he looks down at his boxers to see them soaked in his cum.
“ugh, i need some new boxers now.”
you giggle as his comment. you lay your head back down on the pillows behind you, catching your breath. you didn’t even want to look at the mess of juices between the two of you. you just want to savor this moment, all you do is sigh contentedly.
michael stays laying on top of you, wrapping his arms around your figure and holding you close. he never wants to let you go. you coil your arms around his back and play with his glossy curls for a couple minutes, as the two of you enjoy the quiet room together.
you finally break the silence by telling him, “i think that’s the hardest i’ve ever cum before. thank you.” you compliment him lovingly.
michael blushes and chuckles. “we should probably get cleaned up. definitely need to shower.” you look back at him and wipe some of his curls away from his damp forehead.
“you wanna join me?”
his blush gets deeper and he snorts. “mama, you’re going to drive me crazy.”
its late at night, which of course means more sweet mj thoughts. thinking of bsf!michael, who is very physically affectionate… you two fancy each other, but are too nervous to say it.
currently, you’re cozied up on the beautiful sofa in his extravagant living room. it’s sunset, and you’re each reading your own book. michael allows your legs to rest on his lap, with a knitted blanket draped over your cold body. his family teases you two, this is an everyday occurrence at this point, but you don’t ever think twice about if it’s platonic or not. it’s strictly platonic.
though… as you dig your nose deeper into the book, he sneaks his hand to your uncovered ankles, rubbing circles into your bare skin with his thumb. the sensation sends tingles throughout your body, and you’re no longer focused on the book, rather trying to hide your body’s reaction to this tender feeling. for michael, this is an act of love. it’s not inherently meaningless, but it’s just another way to express his deep love for his best friend. he glides his hand up to your foot to lightly massage you.
“mike,” you choke out a laugh, “i’m ticklish, you jerk!”
he laughs, moving his hand back down to your ankle, “‘m sorry, angel.”
“it’s okay mike,” your tone is soft and loving- this tiny banter made it feel like you’d been dating him for years… but this is what you two have convinced yourself friends do.
the graceful dance of his thumb was almost hypnotic. you felt yourself fall into his touch, and flutter your eyes shut.
michael looked over, “hmm?”
you peered up at him through your long lashes, not responding.
“someones tired,” he smiled.
you weakly shook your head, or you believe so. regardless, someone was tired. michael shifted out from beneath you, painting a frown on your face at the loss of touch. he picked up your drowsy body bridal style. you that clung on to his neck and dug your face into your best friends chest as he carried you upstairs. you were unbelievably tired, but you were entirely aware that when you grabbed onto the cotton of his shirt his heart skipped a beat- and he knew that the flex of his arms on your body never failed to make you blush. you two knew each others bodies too well to be just friends.
michael carried you upstairs to his dim bedroom and laid your sleepy body onto his fluffy mattress. he tucked you in, you noticed his smile faintly as you briefly opened your eyes. before he went to head out, he caressed your cheek with his hand. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t take a deep breath to smell his attractive and soothing scent. once you heard the door creak for him to leave, your eyebrows furrowed.
“where’re you goin,” your speech slurred, the exhaustion of the day entirely catching up to you.
“i’m gonna sleep on the couch,” he cherished the cute way you tried to fight sleep, “you can have the room.”
“nooo, mike,” you pouted.
your friend laughed, though frankly you did not find this very funny.
“it’s okay, pretty.”
“sleep here…” your voice drifted off.
he thought to himself, how could i resist her? within only a few moments, he climbed into bed with you. there wasn’t any cuddling, or touching, but michael was absolutely entranced by the beauty of your tired disposition. he’d give anything to sleep next to you all the time.
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Pleasee do a Janet fic with fem reader humping Janet pls make her degrade the reader too
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Throb • Janet x reader
⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ late night dry humping with janet !
𑣲⋆ warnings : Dry humping. Degrading. Use of dirty girl, slut, and pathetic. Just some nasty stuff going on idk
A/n: This is super short don't jump me 🫣
It was already late at night, and your hips hurt from the constant grinding, yet you couldn't stop cause it just felt too good. The room was filled with the heavy sounds of sex, desperate whimpers and whines filling the already filthy air as the rain pattered gently against the glass of the window, adding to the ambiance of the dim room. The light smell of Janet's perfume filling your nose as your head fell into the crook of her neck.
Your shorts were long abandoned, and panties had been soaked through long ago, but Janet refused to let you stop even when you were too sensitive from all the rubbing against your clit.
"Jan, it feels good—mmm," you gasped, your hips running in intense circles, desperate for the friction that you desired so much.
Despite how soft-spoken she was, her mouth was filthy, filthier than any song she'd ever sung, especially when it came to you.
"See how pathetic you look humping me like this?” she hummed, pushing her hair out of her face before pressing a kiss to your collarbone.
"But it's s'good” You let out another whine. The feeling of her hands against your hips guiding you made your body heat up as your hips instinctively rutted against hers, heavy breathing leaking into the room.
“Such a dirty girl, and you're so wet." She giggled, letting her hands make her way to your ass, her fingers running circles around the plump skin.
“m'gonna cum again—fuckk." The words came out more drawn out, louder than you wanted them to.
“Yeah? Be a good slut and cum for me." Her voice was so sweet as she spoke, her lips pressing against yours, swallowing the honey-like moans that slipped past your lips. Your body lurched forward repeatedly as you circled her one more time, riding out your high, keeping your hands steady on her arms, small whimpers falling from your lips.
thinking about bad!michael having a lingerie kink, and also a kink of seeing you in his clothes. so you kill two birds with one stone! minors dni (fem reader)
michael was a gift giver at heart, he loved to give—in more ways than one when it came to you. it didn’t need to be something you even asked for, a passive compliment at a dress you saw could reward you the brands entire collection when it came to michael.
although his gift giving was typically pure in nature, it doesn’t mean he never had himself in mind. cause he sure does when purchasing your lingerie. he’s purchased so much of it overtime, he’s had to get bill to pick up his items now cause he’s since been photographed with shopping bags revealing his preferred establishment.
he’s so impatient, trying to figure out when you plan on wearing certain pieces, and you have to tell him to wait, to enjoy the element of surprise. overtime you’ve picked up a habit of sharing his wardrobe, sometimes it was much easier to take something of his than to plan an outfit from your closet yourself. lucky for you, it didn’t take long to notice the way his pupils dilated whenever he saw you in an item of his. something you snagged the most was his varsity jackets, he had a ton, and one faithful night you had a wonderful idea.
you can’t remember a time where michael wasn’t busy, constantly consumed with his demanding career that needed everything from him. interviews, paparazzi, studio sessions, tour planning, you name it, it’s on his to-do. as his lover it’s only right to be the one to help wind him down, be his sense of grounding. what better way to relax his nerves than having a intimate night with his girlfriend.
he was under the assumption that your time in the bathroom was you prepping for bedtime, so you can imagine his surprise when the sharp clack of a stiletto heel snaps through the silence the room previously held. attention fully on you.
if his pupils could cartoonishly shape into hearts—they would.
the sight of you instantaneously shifts the air in the room, eyelids already weighted with lust, and his mouth salivating with need. he’d never deny the way you have him wrapped around your manicured finger.
his red and white varsity jacket hangs low and loose against your frame, revealing just enough to tease the mind. what lies beneath is a lacy black two piece he purchased not too long ago. the front of the panties embroidered with a red kiss mark placed directly where your hip is, and a dark pair of red heels to match. the lingerie set hugged against your body deliciously, the perfect fit, and nothing turns michael on more than perfection.
your shoulders involuntarily jerk when you huff out a chuckle, more than amused at his expression. mouth agape, hands mindlessly rubbing against his pajama clad thighs; hands must be clammy. even after all this time you still make him nervous, he’s crazy about you.
his eyes trace over your body, the adoration in his gaze prominent. with each stride, the sound of your heels seem to get sharper until the gap between he two of you is closed. his hands instinctively come to trace delicate lines to the back of your thighs before circling themselves back to your hips, he thumbs at the fabric carefully. his eyes finally lock on yours, “what is this all about?”
he’s now thumbing at his jacket, and he can’t fight he way his tongue runs across his lips. he’s never been good at saving face, he’s really blatant in his attraction towards you.
you shrug, “getting ready for bed s’all” your tone oozes with faux aloofness and he can only grin in response.
“wearing a jacket to bed?” his brows quirk in amusement.
“you can take the jacket off if you’d like?”
he bites his lip at that, palms slowly coming up to the collar of the jacket to slowly peel it off your shoulders, and you writhe against the fabric. it tickles! your breathing is slow and rhythmic as well as his. he loves his hair behind your shoulders, extended fingers grazing against your collar bones, he loves to take you in.
but then he remembers he’s in a matching peter pan pajama set, and something about it sets him off in a fit of laughter. the sudden shriek in his giggle has you nearly jumping out of your skin, “michael!”
his head lulls forward, forehead pressed to your bare stomach, and you naturally scratch at the nape of his neck.
“m’sorry. i feel silly” late hands clasp across his mouth, but i does nothing to conceal his laughter, and you can’t help but laugh with him when you realize what he finds so funny.
you playfully swat at his back, “i’m trying to be sexy, stop.”
after everything—the racism, prejudices, tabloids, endless attempts to tear him down—a black man who endured more scrutiny and cruelty than anyone ever should has a legacy that continues to speak for itself.
— part two of werewolf!michael :p but its just him chasing you in the rain ! (during his heat cycle..)
— primal play obviously, petnames (baby & sweet thing), biting, size difference, manhandling, wet humping (cause there in the rain hahaha), a bit of smut.
Michael had been burning up all day, body slick with sweat and a painful boner he couldn’t wane whatsoever. His heat cycles became more intense as the years go by, its even worse that he couldn’t call you to help him.
so instead of pouncing on you—he decided to play his favorite game with you!
tag.
“Mikey, are you sure?” you ask as you look at the dark trees and the fast rain coming down, his large body hovering behind you. “Its just a game baby, our favorite remember? you love playing tag!” he points out, face burrowed into your neck.
you chew at your bottom lip, still hesitant, when his teeth gnaw at your neck. “Mike!” you clasp your neck and elbow him, his ears flatten against his head and he playfully pouts. “im jus’ playing..”
you shake your head but sigh. “fine, we can play tag as usual but.. why in the rain?”
“because it makes it way more fun!” he nudges you. “now go! get a head start.” you roll your eyes at his command but obey, taking off into the forest.
his cock thickens when he gets a whiff of your scent, ears twitching with delight—he wanted you so badly.
after a while, he got impatient and started after you, he usually waited 5 minutes but he didn’t want to wait. he needed to catch his prey.
his shoes thump on the wet forest floor as the rain makes his curls stick to his forehead, adrenaline and pleasure driving him to find you, he could smell your sweet scent somewhere to the left—god, you were predictable.
meanwhile, you were running towards the dock at the end of the forest, a grin on your face. was michael finally losing his touch? he wouldve caught up by now—
suddenly? your grabbed from behind, roughly maneuvered onto the wet wood of the dock, a yelp leaving your lips. “Got you, sweet thing.” he purrs and immediately groans when you wiggle underneath him, ass pressed against his aching cock.
“M-Mikey..” you gasp in surprise, was he seriously hard by chasing you? or.. was it something else?
he ruts against your ass, leaning down to lick at your neck. “m’ sorry baby.. gotta have you right now, cant help it.”
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summary: you accidentally walk in on what seems to be your boyfriend calling you “clingy”, leading to you avoiding him for a week. michael basically falls apart
content: miscommunication/misunderstanding, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end guys!! i cant deal with sad michael :((
word count: around 2k
a/n: YES i got inspiration to make this from after all by jimmy osmond! i love that song lol ok anyways enjoy the fic bye
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon.
The kind where everything moves slower and no ones in a rush to be anywhere.
You knew that michael had rehearsal earlier in the day and was probably eating lunch with his family given that you had spoken on the phone with him the night before.
Oh how you were so in love with him.
Even with Michael's busy schedule, he always found some way to make time for you. Whether it was hours spent on the phone after a long day or quiet afternoons together at home, you had become his comfort just as much as he had become yours.
The two of you were constantly on the phone which is why you knew he was finishing up some of his work right around this time.
Because of this, you decided to head down to Hayvenhurst. Maybe you could have lunch with him, steal a few hours of his afternoon, and have some much needed time with your oh so loving boyfriend.
When you finally reached his house, you let yourself in with the key Michael insisted you have.
“I want you to know you’re welcome here anytime, baby” “Come over whenever you want. Don’t even worry about knocking.”
“Are you sure, Michael? I wouldn't want to intrude-”
“Of course I’m sure,” “You could never intrude.”
A small smile had tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand.
“I’m always gonna want you here with me.”
And he meant it.
Atleast you thought he did.
That was why you never hesitated now when you walked through those doors.
You could hear the laughs of some of the brothers in the kitchen so you made your way there assuming thats where you would find your boyfriend.
And as you were about to step into the kitchen you heard your name.
You stopped.
Not because you were trying to listen.
But Michael’s voice caught your attention before you even had the chance to announce yourself.
“She’s just…. really clingy sometimes.”
Your smile slowly faded.
Clingy.
The word sat heavy in your chest in a way you didn’t expect. You weren’t clingy, were you? I mean sure you did love spending all your free time with Michael and sure, you checked in on him throughout the day but you assumed he liked it too, right?
Apparently not.
So you quietly turned around and drove home before you could even hear what he had to say next.
Normally, you would have called Michael as soon as you got home.
But your phone stayed untouched on your nightstand by your bed.
You set your things down, changed into something more comfortable, and sat on the edge of your bed for longer than you meant to.
It was silly.
You knew that.
But the word kept replaying in your mind.
Clingy.
A small tear slipped down your cheek before you even realized you were crying and you stayed like that for awhile.
It wasn’t until the next day that michael finally decided to call you.
You still answered, but you weren’t as eager to fill the silence afterward.
“Hello?”
“Baby!” He sounded so excited, why was he so excited?
His voice immediately softened something in you.
“Hi, Michael.” There was a small pause on the other end of the line, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could already imagine the way his brows furrow slightly when something was bothering him.
“You okay?” The question made your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
It came out too quickly.
“I’m just tired,” you added, trying to make it sound more believable. Another quiet moment passed. Normally, neither of you ever struggled to find something to say. There was always another reason to keep the conversation going.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said.
“I’m just tired.” you reemphasized.
Michael hummed, clearly not completely convinced, but he didn’t push.“You’re not coming over today?”
You looked down at your hands. “I don’t know. I figured you were probably tired.”
“I am tired,” Michael admitted, a small laugh slipping into his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”
“..”
“Baby…”
You could hear the concern in his voice, and that almost made it harder.
“I’m okay, Michael,” you said quickly. “Really. I think I’m just gonna rest today.”
Normally, Michael would have asked what was wrong and kept asking until you finally opened up. But something about the way you said it made him hesitate, leaving him unsure whether he should push or give you the space you seemed to be asking for.
“You sure you don’t want me to come by?” “I’m sure.”
A pause.
“Okay.” The disappointment in his voice was small, but you still noticed it.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said. “Okay.”
Another silence followed, one that felt too long for two people who were usually so comfortable with each other.
“Alright, baby. Get some rest.”
“Bye, Michael.” You hung up before he could say anything else and for a moment, you just stared at the phone in your hand.
The rest of your days during the week consisted of you and Michael basically playing cat and mouse.
He would call, like he always did, but you would let the phone ring a few extra times before finally answering. The conversations were never long anymore, your replies careful and excuses ready whenever there was a chance he might ask what had changed.
Michael noticed.
Eventually, he started coming by your house, sometimes with flowers or something small he thought you would like, hoping you would open the door and tell him what was wrong. But every time, you found yourself staying quiet, pretending you weren’t home until he finally left.
You knew you were avoiding him.
You also knew you didn’t really know how else to handle the hurt you were carrying.
Mike on the other hand, had spent the entire week trying to convince himself that he was overthinking it.
That maybe you really were just tired. Maybe you were busy. Maybe there was some simple explanation for why your voice sounded different every time he called and why you suddenly seemed like you were always finding a reason not to see him.
But the more days that passed, the harder it became to believe that.
By the end of the week, it had become impossible for Michael to convince himself that everything was fine.
He tried throwing himself into work the way he always did. Dance rehearsals, recording sessions, meetings. Normally, they were enough to keep his mind occupied.
This time, they weren't.
His thoughts always seemed to find their way back to you.
He replayed your conversations over and over, searching for something he might have missed. Had he forgotten something important? Had he said something carelessly? Was he working too much? He couldn't think of a single reason why the person who he revolved his days to be around suddenly couldn't bear to look at him.
His brothers noticed too.
"You alright?" Marlon asked one afternoon as the two of them sat around the kitchen island.
Michael looked up from the plate he had barely touched.
"Yeah."
Marlon raised an eyebrow.
"You don't sound too sure."
Michael sighed quietly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "I think... I think something's wrong."
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
That was the part that bothered him most.
"I keep asking her if she's okay, and she says she is, but she barely answers my calls anymore. When she does, she's off the phone in five minutes." He looked down at the table, "I went by her apartment twice this week."
"And?"
"She didn't answer."
A silence filled the room.
"I don't think she's mad at me," Michael admitted after a moment. "If she was mad, she'd tell me. She always tells me… she’s just, distant."
Marlon frowned.
"So what are you gonna do?"
Michael didn't answer right away.
After a long moment, he looked up.
"I'm going back."
"And if she still doesn't answer?"
He stood from the table, ready to ask Bill to take him to what was naturally his second home.
"Then I'll keep trying til’ she does."
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The knock came just after lunch.
You didn't have to look through the window to know who it was. For a long moment you stared at the front door while the house remained completely silent around you.
Another knock.
Gentler this time.
You closed your eyes for a second before letting out a quiet breath and reaching for the doorknob. When the door opened, Michael was standing exactly where you expected him to be.
He looked tired.
Not the kind of tired that came from rehearsals or long nights in the studio, but the kind that settled behind someone's eyes after they had spent too many nights wondering what they had done wrong.
His expression softened the moment he saw you.
"...Hi sweetheart."
"Hi."
Neither of you moved.
"I, um..." Michael glanced down for a second before holding out the small bouquet he'd been carrying. "These are for you."
You hesitated before taking them.
"Thank you."
"Can I come in?"
You stepped aside without saying a word.
Now he stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room, unsure if he should sit down or keep standing.
You placed the flowers on the counter and folded your arms loosely across yourself.
Michael looked down for a moment, his fingers brushing over the edge of his sleeve before he finally looked back at you.
"I don't really know where to start.. I just know that something's different."
The words were softer than you expected.
"I've been trying to figure it out all week, and I keep thinking maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I said something, or maybe I haven't been making enough time for you, or maybe..." He paused, letting out a quiet breath as he shook his head. "I don't know. I keep going over everything, but I can't find anything."
You looked away.
Michael noticed.
He always noticed.
"I miss you," he admitted. "And I know that probably sounds so stupid because it's only been a week, but it feels like you've been pulling away from me for so much longer than that."
"I didn't want to bother you."
Michael's eyebrows pulled together.
"Bother me?"
You swallowed.
"I just thought maybe you needed some space."
The confusion on his face only grew.
"Space from you?"
You didn't answer.
The silence told him more than words did.
Michael took a small step closer, his hands coming up to cup your jawline.
"Baby, why would you think that?"
You looked at him, trying to find the right words.
"I heard you."
Michael went still.
"What?"
"At your house Michael."
The room suddenly felt much quieter.
"I wasn't trying to listen," you rushed to explain. "I was just coming over for lunch, and I heard you talking with your brothers."
Michael's expression shifted, confusion slowly replacing itself with realization. "What did you hear?" he says your name softly.
You hesitated.
"I heard you say I was clingy."
For a moment, Michael didn't say anything.
Then his face softened.
"Oh, mama."
The way he said it almost made it harder.
"I thought..." Your voice caught slightly. "I thought I was too much for you."
Michael immediately shook his head.
"No."
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
He pulled your head close to his, making sure you were looking at him, his expression filled with regret.
"Y/n, you didn't hear the rest of it."
You frowned slightly.
"The rest?"
Michael nodded.
"I was talking to my brothers because I was trying to explain how much I love having you around. I was telling them that you're always here, that you always want to spend time with me, and I was laughing because I realized I'm the exact same way."
A small, sad smile crossed his face. "I said you were clingy because I love that about you."
You stared at him. "I love that you call me after a long day. I love that you come over so we can watch movies together. I love that I get to know all the little things about your life because you want to tell me."
His voice softened.
"I didn't mean clingy like it was a bad thing."
You looked away, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding finally start to lift.
"I thought you were getting tired of me."
Michael's expression changed immediately. "Sweetheart, I spent this entire week thinking you were leaving me."
The honesty in his voice made you really look at him.
"I thought maybe you had finally realized that being with me is too much. I thought maybe I was asking too much from you, that with the album and my career.. It was getting too intense for you."
You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching at the thought that he had spent the entire week carrying that fear by himself.
“Michael,” you said softly.
His eyes lifted back to yours.
“I wasn’t leaving you.”
The words came out immediately, because you needed him to hear them.
“I wasn’t thinking about ending anything. I was just hurt and I thought I was giving you what you wanted. I just misunderstood you. I should’ve talked to you instead of disappearing, i’m sorry.”
Michael looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over yours.
“I missed you.”
A small smile tugged at your lips.
“I missed you too.”
“Really?”
You almost laughed.
“Mikey, I spent the whole week trying not to call you. Do you know how hard that was?”
That finally got a real smile out of him.
“I had a feeling.”
You rolled your eyes softly.
For the first time in days, you both looked completely at ease.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” you repeated back again.
And finally, after a week of missed calls and avoiding each other, you closed the space between you.
The kiss was soft, like both of you were making sure this was real. But it didn’t take long for the relief of having each other back to settle in.
A week without him had felt much longer than it should have.
When you pulled away, Michael kept his arms around your waist, holding you close like he was making up for every moment he spent thinking he was losing you.
“I really missed this,” he murmured.
You smiled against him.
“I did too.”
“No more secretly disappearing because you think I need space.”
You laughed. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said, pulling you closer. “Because I was starting to think my girlfriend was trying to break up with me without telling me.”
“Michael,” you giggled harder this time.
“I’m just saying,” he teased. “Very rude way to find out.”
a/n: OKAY would yall believe me if I said I sat down for like 8 hours today trying to finish this bc i did! im like actually proud of myself lol like omg especially w my adhd too like wow im amazing but anyways lets just ignore any grammer mistakes here bc im too lazy to fix them rn
see you in july [13th, 2009]… and now, on july 12th, 2026 his biopic hit $1B at the box office after only being in theaters for 2.5 months !!! another record even 17 years after he left this earth. something every other biopic didn’t manage after spending half a year in theaters.
it’s divine timing if i’ve ever seen it and it warms my heart. he truly is second to none. and it hurts bitches to admit !!! ALL QUIET ON THE FILMTWT FRONT NOW, ISN’T IT ??? kiss the glove !!!
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