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PAIRING: jaafar jackson x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by this post + “Jam” by Kevin Gates + in which the plan of making dinner with Jaafar while music plays goes awry when cooking a meal turns into a makeout session. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: all of the credit for this idea goes to the original writer of the post linked above!! i saw the post & wanted to expand on at least one of her thoughts 🩷
it wasn’t a secret that Jaafar had a playlist of songs reminded him of you — well, it actually was at first. he was initially hesitant on playing it around you because he’d get a bit timid at being put on the spot, but once he got used to it, it practically became a staple in your relationship.
he didn’t play it as often as he wanted because he didn’t want to risk overplaying the songs he had dedicated to you, but he never missed out on the opportunity to play it whenever the two of you were doing something together — even if it was something as simple as a car ride to the grocery store.
tonight he played it because he wanted the two of you to make dinner together as a couple, but things took a heated turn once a specific slow jam played — a song both of you tend to really enjoy — and Jaafar sang it to you, despite being shy about showing off his vocal abilities to you.
one thing led to another and your mouth was on his, the two of you making out in the kitchen and not necessarily paying attention to the food that was cooking in the oven.
slow jams that reminded him of you continued to play in the room, adding to the cozy and romantic atmosphere, and Jaafar continued holding onto your waist as he kissed you deeply, the kiss slow, deep, and passionate while the two of you got lost in each other.
you leaned against the counter for stability and your hands cradled the sides of Jaafar’s neck as you melted against his body, faint hums and soft lip smacking harmonizing with the music playing. his thumbs subconsciously traced small circles against you and he slightly angled his head to kiss you deeper, coaxing a quiet moan from you while your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer.
before you could fully forget where you were, the smell of something burning eventually flooded your nostrils and a small furrow formed between your eyebrows as you rested your hands on Jaafar’s shoulders and reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, earning a whimper in protest from him.
“J, i think something’s burning.” you advised, your mind still fuzzy from the kiss and prohibiting you from realizing the depth of this situation, as Jaafar blinked and looked down at you for a moment before his eyes suddenly widened and he quickly pulled away from you to dash over to the oven.
“wait!— ohhh, no, no, no— the food, baby!”
and that was the moment you realized that slow jams and kissing in the kitchen are a no-go when cooking with Jaafar.
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Synopsis: 10 Months after meeting the woman his mother introduced him to, Michael ended up getting attached faster than he expected. He never expected his days to shine a little differently.
A.N: Hi! Here is part 2! Enjoy. (Part 1)
Tag: @slut4michaelbakari
From the forced introduction in the Photo Booth to late night calls on the phone during press tours. Michael made well on his promise to his mama to at least court Y/n.
Michael was nervous at the beginning. Not because things were awkward or bad. Quite the opposite actually.
The man was catching feelings. Fast. Everyone noticed it— his crew, colleagues, and especially his family.
It was little things. How his smiled lingered on his face whenever he got off the phone with you. The extra attention and time he spent when planning his schedule for the months.
He was a busy man. Always on the go, but he learned from last relationships that making time is necessary. Even if it’s a few text messages, or short Face Time call.
It was even better when you told him you understood his work life. That he can’t be there all the time. That messages would stay on delivered. He’s an Award winning actor, so it’s obvious he’s in demand for films and television shows.
That’s why Sundays were a special day. Both of you are free and can wind down together.
“Baby, what do you want for breakfast?!” You shout from the kitchen. Your voice carrying across the rented mid-luxury townhome. The place you call home since moving to LA.
“Cook whatever! You know I’ll eat anything you make,” Michael replies back. That deep, raspy morning voice echoed from the back bathroom.
Opening up the fridge, you look inside searching what to throw together. After being with him for a few months, you come to realize how much that man can eat. It’s the fifth time this month you’ve went grocery shopping and had groceries delivered just to keep the fridge stocked.
You even went out to purchase a deep freezer, just to keep extra food in. Pantry stays full too.
Light footsteps sound in the hallway. Michael makes his way into the kitchen, humming a random tune as he slides into a stool at the kitchen island.
“So, what’s on the menu today chef?” He teases. Those dark eyes tracing over every inch of your frame in the multi-colored muumuu. Not in a creepy, perverted way.
The man always looked at you in adoration. Admiring the beautiful woman he calls his. He especially loved when you dressed comfortably. Whether it’s one of his shirts, a nightgown or even basketball shorts with a tank top. He always thought you were fine. Bonnet and all.
“I was thinking high protein french toast with fried eggs, bacon and croissants with jam. What do you think?” You ask while still looking in the refrigerator.
It’s silent for a few seconds. Scrunching your face, you turn around. “Babe, did you hear me- mm!”
Michael silences you with a quick kiss. It catches you off guard. He tilts his head down a bit, studying your reaction again before pressing another kiss to your lips.
This one slow, reverent, and attentive. Pulling back a few centimeters, he lets out a small breath. “Wewe ni mrembo..” he exclaims while wrapping his toned arms around your waist.
You practically melt into his arms when he speaks Swahili to you. A shy grin appears on your face as a giggle slips out.
“Asante, mpenzi wangu.” You reply back, eyes tracing over his features.
“Someone’s been practicing, huh?” He asks with that famous grin. His dimples showing a bit.
“Well, I do have a great teacher.”
“Damn right. Sounds good coming out your mouth, too.” He presses his face into your neck, kissing softly.
“Mm, baby..don’t be starting that..” your voice goes up an octave slightly.
“Aight, fine. I know you still tired from the past two days,” Michael pulls back with a mocking laugh. “You usually able to keep with me, baby. Whats got you feeling like this?”
“Maybe because my man can’t keep his hands off of me.”
“I will never, ever, keep my hands off you. You will always be mine.”
“Always? How you know that for sure?” You tease with a slight raised eyebrow.
“Don’t play with me. You ain’t going nowhere. For several reasons,” he counters while moving around the kitchen.
“Please enlighten me on these reasons since you seem so sure.” You had over to the cabinet near the sink, bending down to grab the large mixing bowl.
“For one, my mama loves you. So that’s locked in. Since day one.” His says proudly as he stands a couple of feet behind you. “Two, you practically live with me and I’m always here with you. Third, I really don’t feel like returning this.”
You scrunch your face in confusion. “Returning what baby?” You ask as you stand back up holding the glass bowl. Turning around, you find Michael down on one knee.
A red velvet box in hand.
The top of it open. Revealing the clean, shiny gold resting inside. The rainbow reflection of the radiant cut diamond resting inside.
It stared back at you in all of its expensive glory. You study it and look back to him and then the ring. The back again at him.
“Michael-“
“I know.”
“You serious?”
“Yes. Very serious.”
“That’s like 3 carats.”
“5. It’s 5 carats. An ideal diamond. VVS1, Color D, radiant cut. Has that vintage and nature look you love.”
“Michael..” your voice lowers a little. Your hands holding the glass bowl firmer.
“Baby, I love you. Everything about you. Since the day I saw you at the Golden Globes, I knew there was something about you that I couldn’t understand. Then you came to my moms house. And I just knew God was telling me something,” he takes a shaky breath. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s looking at you.
“These months with you, have changed me in ways I never thought possible. You are mine. Not just in the physical sense, but I feel that spiritual connection with you. One that I’ve never got with anybody. So, I’m asking you, right here, right now..”
Your breath stills. The atmosphere becoming raw and intimate.
“Will you marry me?”
Excitement crawls up your spine, but you can’t resist to tease him.
“You asking me to be the Chi Chi to your Goku, Michael?” The anime reference slipping out your mouth. He snorts out a laugh.
“Girl, yes. I’m asking for that. Please be my Chi Chi. Goku couldn’t survive without her and I can’t survive without you.”
“Yes. I’ll marry you baby. A hundred times yes.” You laugh as you bend over and place both hands on his face, kissing him.
He slides the back of his hand to the nape of your neck, his fingers gripping the back of your hair gently as he deepens it. The overwhelming emotion flowing out of you both.
“If you don’t like the ring, we can get it changed-“
“No. I love it. You did amazing. Don’t change a thing.”
“Yeah? Cmere so I can put it on.” He takes your hand and slide it over your ring finger.
“Who all knows about this?”
“My parents. Yours. They were all over the moon about it. Especially our mamas. They both mentioned grand babies.” He laughs at the memory. You roll your eyes playfully.
“Of course they did.”
He reaches into his right pocket and pulls out his phone. He opens Instagram and swipes over to the camera.
“Uhn Uhn baby, I look ugly right now-“
“You look like mine. Don’t disrespect what’s mine.”
That took you by surprise and you look at him. He smiles at the camera as he records. “She said yes! And yes, we’re together for everyone who didn’t know..”
“Everyone didn’t know, baby.” You chuckle gently. Raising up your left hand, the ring flashes the screen. He kisses your neck while cheesing hard.
He ends the recording and rewatches it. Without hesitation, he posts it.
“I gotta prep myself for these DMs from your fans and random strangers now.”
“As long as no niggas get bold.”
“Oh my goodness, Michael-“
“Nah, nah. You know who I’m talking about.”
“For the last time, Daniel is not into me.”
“Please. I’m not blind. Nigga was standing too close to you when we were at that pool party. Even touched your face.”
“He was removing a spider web.”
“Nigga think he spider-man..tryna remove spider webs and shit-“
Summary: As Michael and the interviewer grow closer, their relationship blossoms away from the public eye despite constant online speculation. After months of dating, Michael admits he’s fallen in love with her, and the two share a heartfelt kiss that makes their relationship impossible to hide.
Previous
The blurry photo of you and Michael holding hands hit the internet the next morning.
Of course it did.
You woke up to twenty-three missed texts.
Three group chats blowing up.
And enough notifications to make your phone freeze twice.
The picture wasn’t even that clear.
Just the two of you walking down the sidewalk after dinner.
His hand in yours.
Both of you smiling.
But that was more than enough.
The internet immediately declared it official.
You stared at your phone from your bed before groaning and dropping your face into your pillow.
A second later your phone buzzed again.
Michael 🖤
Good morning, girlfriend.
You immediately sat up.
Your eyes widened.
Then you reread it.
Then reread it again.
A smile pulled across your face before you could stop it.
You typed back.
That’s a bold text to send at 8 AM.
His response came almost instantly.
Didn’t hear you complaining.
You rolled your eyes.
We never discussed titles.
Three dots appeared.
Then:
We can discuss them over breakfast.
Your stomach flipped.
Are you asking me on another date?
Obviously.
You’re needy.
Very.
At least you’re honest.
Only with you.
And just like that your entire morning was ruined.
Because now you couldn’t stop smiling.
—
Dating Michael turned out to be surprisingly normal.
Or at least as normal as it could be dating one of the most recognizable men in Hollywood.
When you were together he wasn’t “Michael B. Jordan.”
He wasn’t magazine covers.
Or movie premieres.
Or social media edits.
He was just Michael.
The guy who stole fries off your plate.
The guy who sent you ridiculous memes at three in the morning.
The guy who somehow always knew when you’d had a bad day.
A few weeks later you found yourself curled up on his couch while he was flipping through streaming options.
“Pick something.”
“You pick.”
“You always say that.”
“Because your choices are terrible.”
Michael looked offended.
“Genuinely offended.”
“You watched the same action movie four times.”
“It was good four times.”
“It wasn’t.”
“It made a billion dollars.”
“That doesn’t make it good.”
“You got jokes.”
You laughed as he dropped onto the couch beside you.
The cushion dipped under his weight.
His arm immediately stretched across the back of the couch behind you.
Comfortable.
Natural.
Like he’d been doing it forever.
He glanced over.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You smiling.”
“You smile at me too.”
“Because I like looking at you.”
The answer came so quickly it caught you off guard.
Michael noticed immediately.
His grin softened.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The face you make when I say something nice.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Don’t analyze me.”
“I’m studying.”
“You sound creepy.”
“I’m romantic.”
“You’re definitely creepy.”
He laughed and pulled you closer anyway.
—
Months passed.
Your relationship stayed mostly private despite the internet’s best efforts.
People knew something was happening.
Nobody had confirmation.
You both preferred it that way.
Until one night.
You were attending an awards show together.
Not walking the carpet as a couple.
Just attending.
Technically.
At least that had been the plan.
Halfway through the event you stepped away to grab a drink.
When you returned you noticed several people looking toward your table.
Confused, you followed their gaze.
Straight to Michael.
Who was currently staring at you.
Again.
The exact same way he had looked at you during that first interview.
Your friend sitting nearby noticed too.
“Damn.”
You frowned.
“What?”
“That man is in love with you.”
Your face heated immediately.
“No he isn’t.”
She pointed.
“Look at him.”
You did.
Unfortunately.
Big mistake.
Because the second Michael noticed you looking back, he smiled.
Not the celebrity smile.
Not the red carpet smile.
Not the smile he gave photographers.
The real one.
The one that always made your chest hurt a little.
Your friend simply sat back in her chair.
“Yeah.”
You didn’t answer.
Because honestly?
You couldn’t.
—
Later that night you found yourselves outside the venue waiting for your cars.
The city lights reflected off the pavement.
The crowd had mostly disappeared.
For the first time all evening it was quiet.
Michael stood beside you with his hands in his pockets.
Neither of you spoke for a minute.
Then suddenly—
“You know what I hate?”
You looked up.
“What?”
“The internet was right.”
You laughed.
“About what?”
“Us.”
You nearly choked.
Michael shook his head.
“I spent months telling myself everybody was being dramatic.”
“You thought they were wrong?”
“I hoped they were.”
“Why?”
His eyes found yours.
Because now he was serious.
Completely serious.
And somehow that was scarier than flirting.
“Because I knew if they were right…”
He stepped closer.
“…I was in trouble.”
Your heartbeat sped up.
“Trouble?”
“Mhm.”
His voice lowered.
“Because I liked you before I even knew you.”
The world seemed to go strangely quiet.
No traffic.
No people.
No noise.
Just him.
Michael looked down briefly before meeting your eyes again.
“And then I got to know you.”
You swallowed.
“And?”
His smile appeared.
Small.
Soft.
Dangerously honest.
“And somehow it got worse.”
You laughed despite yourself.
“Worse?”
“Way worse.”
His hands found yours.
“I love talking to you.”
Your heart skipped.
“I love being around you.”
Another beat.
“And I think about you constantly.”
You stared at him.
Unable to look away.
Michael squeezed your hands gently.
“So yeah.”
His smile grew.
“The internet was right.”
You laughed through the sudden emotion building in your chest.
“That might be the first time anybody has ever said that.”
“I know.”
He leaned forward slightly.
“And don’t tell anybody.”
“Your secret is safe.”
“Good.”
Then he kissed you.
Slow.
Gentle.
Like he wasn’t in any hurry.
Like he wanted to remember it.
And when he finally pulled away, both of you smiling, neither one of you noticed the photographer across the street catching the moment.
The picture would be everywhere by morning.
But for once?
Neither of you cared.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed I hope it wasn’t too short for you guys. PEACE & LOVE.
Summary: You pull your Michael, who’s been your celebrity crush for years. Only one problem—you’ve been writing fanfiction for years for the man, and now you have to find a way to keep your worlds separate. However, what happens when Michael finds out about your smutty little blog?
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), smut writing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (m/f), deepthroating, spitting, cum swapping, daddy kink, backshots (if I missed something, don’t beat me up lol) I hope you guys enjoy. Let me know what you think!
You’d always found solace in fanfiction.
There was something so special about all of the stories that you’d read throughout the years about your favorite celebrities or your TV crushes. Your first introduction to fanfiction was Wattpad. Your friends had let you in on the coveted website and suggested it to you.
The first fanfic that your friend suggested just so happened to be a Mindless Behavior fanfic about Princeton. You were hooked. How had this world–this fandom–been escaping you for the past years?
Naturally, your relationship with the site continued to progress as you read more stories. You’d stay up till 2 AM just to read a story written by someone who was no doubt the same age as you.
Next, there was fanfiction.net.
You’d spent countless hours scouring through all of the Vampire Diaries fanfiction that you could get your hands on. You can’t recall the exact moment that you landed on Tumblr, but you knew that it just all clicked together for you.
The ‘x reader’ tag became your home.
You thoroughly enjoyed reading all of the stories about your crush on Zayn from 1D. With Tumblr, there seemed to be this brand new world of possibilities for you to read. However, there’s something that you’d noticed in your many hours of scrolling through Tumblr.
There weren’t many ‘x black!reader’s stories for you to indulge in. There was a handful of writers who’d become your solace when you looked to be shipped with a certain character or celebrity, but there weren’t many. You’d long grown tired of clicking on an interesting story only to have the reader be described as having long, flowy blonde or brunette locks that the male character could run his hands through. Similarly, you’d grown tired of reading smut where the reader was clearly described as having pale skin and pink nipples.
That wasn’t your story. As a black woman, you weren’t able to visualize yourself in these spaces or stories because they weren’t written with women like you in mind. To make matters worse, it seemed like fandoms were intent on erasing black women, who look like you, from the lexicon of the content.
It was all so draining and so very degrading.
Growing up, you’d always envisioned yourself as a writer. You loved stories, and reading was your way of escape. On sites like Wattpad and Tumblr, you could be transported to worlds and stories where you were the center of the story. There’d been many times when you opened up a Word document and started to type a story, only to never finish it.
For you, you compared yourself to other writers and their ability to write a compelling story. When you looked back at your own words on the paper, it felt like child’s play. So, you stopped writing. You subjected yourself to the role of an avid but silent reader who admires her favorite writers.
That was your role for a few years.
You’d silently heart the stories, but you were never brave enough to comment.
There were so many different stories in your head that you wanted to see on the platform. Silently, you wished that your favorite writers would somehow read your mind and bring the story to life without you asking. However, as the saying goes, “a closed mouth doesn’t get fed.”
The turning point for you was Black Panther.
You were there as the explosion of fanfics arose for Erik Killmonger, T’Challa, and M’Baku. What a time to be alive when all of your favorite writers were putting out work that should’ve been receiving some type of literary award. One night, after an hour of constantly reading about Erik Killmonger putting the reader through the mattress, you made your move.
You wrote and published your first-ever Tumblr fic.
As soon as you pushed the publish button, you immediately closed your laptop like it was an explosive waiting to detonate. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back and check to see what the reviews were.
What if they thought it was trash? What if your grammar was terrible? What if you didn’t capture the essence of the characters? What if no one read it all? For the sake of your mental health, you didn’t go back to check how your story was doing until two days later.
At the two-day mark, you found yourself logging back into Tumblr. You’d worked up the courage to see if there was any feedback. To your absolute shock and delight, people loved your story.
The hearts and comments overflowed as people asked for more. Thus, stargirlwriteswas born. Through your blog, not only did you give room for yourself to grow and see yourself be represented, but you made space for other black women to feel like they were being seen and heard. In your stories, the black women were always being loved on, worshipped, and cherished.
You’d grown a following and support system so big that you couldn’t imagine a future where you weren’t writing on Tumblr.
Honestly, you don’t know what to call what happened.
Fate. Coincidence. God.
You honestly have no clue, but this is the story of how you met your celebrity crush and bagged him. It started at the library–naturally. You liked the library. You liked coming to the library to work on your stories and your books. You’d recently been picked up by a publishing company to release your new Southern Gothic thriller. Between writing for your books and working on screenplays, you still found the time to work on writing on Tumblr.
There was no way you were letting your community down. Not after all of the support and love that they’d given you up to this point. In the library, you liked to sit at the back table that was conveniently away from everyone, but still, there was a giant window that allowed you to see outside.
It was the perfect spot.
No one had dared to venture into your self-proclaimed territory. Not until today.
You heard the light footsteps as they approached the back table and saw the man from the corner of your eye. He had a cap on his head, and from his body language, you could tell that he didn’t want to be seen. He was craving privacy just as you were.
The man looks over at you before clearing his throat, “Hey, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but do you mind if I sit here? It’s just, I kind of want privacy, and this spot just seems like fewer people come here.”
There was a distinct nagging in your head that let you know that you knew his voice from somewhere, yet you brushed it off. Truthfully, you could’ve told the man no, but there was something inside you that begged you not to.
Plus, the table was huge, so it’d look a little weird if you were hoarding it for yourself.
“Yeah, of course.” You slide some of your scattered papers down towards yourself as the man takes a seat. After a few seconds, you and the man both begin working simultaneously on your projects. You can see him glancing over at you a few times, but you choose to ignore it.
From the corner of your eye, you see him take the hat off his head. He takes a tentative glance at you, but you still don’t entertain the notion of looking at him. For the next twenty minutes, the only sounds are you and the man typing on your computers and then writing down notes on your respective journals.
You finally look up and happen to glance in his direction and freeze.
You now understand why he was so adamant about hiding his face. You try not to freak out as you finally clock the fact that Michael B. Jordan is sitting across from you. The man whom you’ve had a crush on for years. And also the same man whom you’ve been writing the filthiest smut for. Talk about an embarrassing predicament.
Yet, you decide to play it cool. The last thing you want is for the man to think you’re fangirling over him when he’s trying to work.
Michael looks in your direction, “Hey, sorry to bother you again, but do you know where they keep the printers?”
You nod, “Yeah, they’re just around the corner. You can just click print, and it’ll ask for your name so that they don’t mix it up with anyone else’s papers.”
Michael nods at your instructions before giving you a sheepish smile, “Would you mind coming with me and helping? I just know I’ll forget everything at the printer.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile before quickly adding, “That’s if you’re free. I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work.”
“Sure. I got you,” You said, laughing a little before standing from your chair. Michael slides the cap over his head again before falling in step beside you. As expected, the printer is exactly where you said it would be. Michael leans over your shoulder to get a look at what you’re doing. A chill travels up the length of your spine at the feel of his body against yours. You can feel the heat from his body seeping into yours.
You bite your lip softly while peering up at him. Michael seems to notice the close distance and steps back. An embarrassed look crosses his face, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to all up in your space.”
“It’s fine.”
You click the file that has his name on it, and the papers start flowing from the printer. You grab them and hand the stack to Michael. The tips of his fingers brush against yours as he grabs the papers. You try to ignore the tingle that rushes up your skin at the feel of his skin. He gives you a quiet “thank you” before you both venture back to your corner of the library.
You take your seats at the same time.
Michael reaches across the table with his hand outstretched, “I’m Michael, by the way.”
You give him your name as you connect your hand with his. Internally, you’re freaking out at the fact that out of all days, you’re sitting across from your celebrity crush and practically holding his hand. The delusional part of you is telling you that he’s down bad for you, and this is the start of something beautiful. The writer part of you is mentally tracking all of the subtle movements that Michael makes with the full intent of incorporating them in your writing.
However, you quickly push those thoughts to the side because it feels a bit parasocial in a way.
You and Michael fall back into your rhythm of working on your projects. He looks up at you as you scribble down notes on your notepad. “What are you working on?”
You lift your eyebrows in surprise, “Just a play.”
“That’s neat. What’s it about?” Michael seems genuinely interested in your work as he leans further on the table.
“It’s a Southern gothic play about a young woman returning home to face her past trauma.”
Michael nods, “That sounds really dope. You planning to put it on Broadway?”
“Yeah, my agent and I have been working to get everything in motion.”
“Good luck. I’d like to come see it when you get it off the ground,” Michael said, sparing another dazzling smile in your direction.
You smile in response, “Definitely. What are you working on?”
Michael gives you a shy smile, deep dimples popping out of both cheeks, “I’m working on a romance, actually. It’s a story of two people who are married, trying to make it work, but somewhere along the line, their communication becomes lost. The only way that they know how to reach each other is by speaking through this new technology system.”
“That sounds like an amazing concept. You’re working on the script now?”
“Yeah, I’m just getting stuck on a few things, especially with my main woman lead. I’m struggling to get her voice just right, especially in the scene where they’re confronting each other,” Michael states, leaning back in his chair.
You bite your lip nervously, “I could read it if you wanted me to. I mean, I have experience writing romance, and I’m also an avid reader, so maybe I could give you a few pointers.” You’ll definitely leave out the part where you write avid romance and smut stories with him as the male lead.
“If you don’t mind, that’d be great. I’d hate to take you from your thing, though,” Michael responds.
You quickly shake your head, “No, I promise it’s fine. Plus, we writers have to stick together.”
Michael slides his laptop over in your direction before strolling to the part that he wants you to read. He unintentionally starts to watch you and your facial expressions as you’re taking in the work. Your eyes quickly skim across the work, and you make mental notes along the way until you stop at the point where Michael stopped typing.
He looks at you expectantly once you stop reading. “It’s good. The storyline that you’ve crafted so far in this scene is good. I like the tone, but I’m only getting one side of the argument. I’m hearing your male protagonist’s voice very clearly in this argument, but what about the female lead? What does she ultimately want to express in this argument?”
Michael takes a second, “She wants to feel heard. She wants him to understand that she hasn’t felt seen by him in a while in their relationship.”
“Good. You know your theme and intentions, but it’s not coming through in the scene. All I hear is his voice. Even the lines that you have for her, they’re still in line with his wants. Put yourself in her shoes and react. If you have a partner who hasn’t been meeting your needs, how would you respond as a woman?”
Michael goes through his brain for the answer. On some level, he knows how he wants it to go, but he’s still stuck. He gives you a helpless look, which makes you chuckle.
“How about this? You rewrite it again, and I’ll give you my critique.”
Michael nods before sliding the computer back towards himself. He takes your words into account and begins typing on the document again. He peers over the top of the computer as you continue scribbling in your notebook. You don’t catch the way that his eyes zoom in on the way that your teeth bite at the end of the pencil. He’s fascinated by you. You don’t even react to the fact that you clearly know who he is.
Little does Michael know, you’re having a full-blown panic attack on the inside.
After a solid twenty minutes pass, he stands and leaves the table. You expect to see that he’s packing up his things, but once you clock that all of his stuff is still here, you shrug. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Michael plops into the seat with a handful of snacks.
Wordlessly, he slides a pack of Hi-Chews and chips in your direction. You stop writing and give him a questioning look. Michael shrugs, “To say thank you for your help.”
“What if I didn’t like Hi-Chews?”
“There’s a wrapper sticking out of your bag,” Michael points out, nodding his head towards your open laptop bag. You glance at the bag, and sure enough, a brightly-colored wrapper sticks out.
You can’t stop the laugh as it bursts from your lips, but you cover your mouth. Soon, Michael joins you in laughing.
“Let me take you out for a coffee after this.”
That’s the story of how you pulled your celebrity crush.
Your relationship with Michael surprises you each day. It really blows your mind that the man that you’ve been writing about for years is finally your boyfriend. Initially, you slow down on writing fics for Michael on Tumblr. It all feels a bit parasocial, especially when you’re with him most of the time.
But that still doesn’t stop the writer in you.
The more you fall for Michael, the more ideas pop into your head for possible stories. However, you channel the energy into working on writing your own novels. You really try to fight the urge to write on Tumblr. But the Tumblr app on your phone calls to you like the green goblin mask.
It only takes one specific kiss from Michael, with him pressing you against an elevator wall, to run to Tumblr. The community that you had built over the past years all express how happy they are to have you back, and you fall back into posting naturally.
Most of the people reading your writing would never suspect that you’re Michael’s new beau.
‘@donwrites: ugh sis, you write Michael so good! It’s like you know him personally.’
If only they knew that you had been kissing the man seven days out of the week and cuddling in his bed.
You keep the writing from Michael. If you’re typing at his house, you’ll play it off as working on a new novel or screenplay. He’s none the wiser to the fact that his girlfriend is writing the most downright filthy smut involving him.
It’s a random Thursday when Michael gets suspicious.
He’d invited you over under the guise of working together. You both found that you were a lot more productive when you worked across from each other. You slide the glasses up the bridge of your nose as you type quickly on the computer. You’re honestly in a flow state with the current story that you’re writing about Michael. You’d had the idea to write a story about him dominating the reader after a recent miscommunication.
You move to exit the bedroom. Sharp tears sting at your eyes as the heat builds in your chest. You sniffle loudly and wipe furiously at your eyes. The ache in your chest increases with each step that you take towards the door. You’re so close to the door when Michael grabs your arm. You try in vain to tug your arm from his grip, but he tightens his hold on you.
“Michael, let go of me,” You mutter, your chest heaving up and down.
“No, you don’t get to walk away. I don’t know about any of them other niggas you’ve been dealing with, but we talk things out around here. Go sit down,” He states, a hard edge to his voice.
You shoot him a hard look, defiance swirling through your irises. Michael matches your stance and squares his shoulder as he stares down at you, “You think I’m playing?”
He takes a step closer, his eyes growing darker. He moves until he’s standing chest-to-chest with you. Michael moves a hand up to your face and smushes your cheeks between his fingers. Your wide eyes meet his as he brings his face closer to you.
“Does it look like I’m playing with you?”
You give him a surp––
“What you working on over there, baby?” Michael questions from his side of the office.
You give him an awkward smile. How does one say, “Oh, nothing, babe, just writing out some nasty smut involving you for some equally freaked out women to read?”
Instead, you just respond, “Oh, nothing. Just some romance stuff.”
It’s not a lie, but it’s not the complete truth either. Michael doesn’t push the issue. He’s asked to read some of your writing before. You’ve obliged and let him read the things that aren’t fanfiction. Though he suspects that you may be writing something else that you don’t want him to see.
Michael’s not dense. He’s well aware of the rise of smut and spicy scenes in the book community. He figures that you may be writing something along that vein, but he respects you too much to pry. Though he secretly wonders what freaky stuff you could be writing.
The sex between you and Michael was good. Real good. However, there were certain aspects that you and Michael had explored. For example, he didn’t know about your desire to be dominated by him. He didn’t know about all of the nasty and explicit things that you imagined him doing to him. With Michael, he was very sensual and emotional in the act of sex, which you loved.
But you also yearned for him to turn you every way but loose.
For the next ten minutes, you type more for the story, including starting on the smut scene. You’re genuinely reaching flow state when your phone vibrates on the couch.
“I’ll be back, my agent is calling,” You said to Michael. He nods before looking down at his own computer. You minimize the Tumblr tab before exiting the room.
Once you leave the room, Michael can’t help the way that his eyes gravitate over to your laptop. The MacBook Pro is practically calling him to take a look. Maybe just a quick peek. He tiptoes across the room and lifts the top of the laptop. He peeks through your folders, including the one labelled “stories.” There’s nothing out of the ordinary there. It’s all the stories and screenplays that you’ve let him read.
He suspects he was overthinking and is about to close your computer when he notices your web browser is still open. Michael slides the mouse over to the open tab and quickly clicks on it.
Tumblr.
Now what’s this? His curiosity gets the better of him, and he browses through the website. He’s surprised when he sees stories popping up about himself. He clicks on the “Michael B. Jordan x black!reader” tag and feels like the world shifts for him. There’s a myriad of things here. Some sweet stories, but his intrigue goes up when he sees the NSFW stories.
Michael looks off to the side where there’s clearly a profile and clicks “view blog.”
dollhousewrites.
Is this you? He clicks on the post labelled Masterlist and finds that you have an extensive body of work. Michael clicks on the post labelled with his name and realizes that there are a lot of stories about him. He clicks on the most recent post from two weeks ago called “Terms and Conditions.”
Just as he’s about to start reading, he hears your footsteps approaching. He quickly airdrops the link to himself before closing your laptop and sitting at his desk.
He’s the picture of perfect innocence as you enter the room. He smiles at you, “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, she just wanted to let me know that my publishers want to talk about my next book release for the fall,” You respond, giving him a wide smile.
“That’s great, baby. I’ll take you out tomorrow so we can celebrate,” Michael said, and he meant it. Even when you were both still forming a friendship, he watched how hard you worked on your books and screenplays. You were careful with which details you ingrained in your characters. He’d forever be talking about how you’re his favorite writer, and how he has one of the world’s greatest writers as his girlfriend.
Still, he yearns to know more about you, and that starts with delving into your Tumblr stories.
That night, while you’re sleeping next to him in bed with your back turned, Michael pulls up the Tumblr link on his phone. He strolls through the stories again and starts from the beginning of what he learned is called “a masterlist.” Your initial stories are centered more around Erik Stevenson. You truly capture the essence of what makes the character tic. The recklessness and die-hard mentality for his cause. Michael thinks that you may understand Erik better than he does.
As he progresses through your masterlist, he clocks the different eras of his career that you write for. Hell, you’d even written about Vince Howard from a college perspective. He notices the shift once he enters his Sinners era. The works are a lot more mature and erotic. It’s during this part that he reaches the stories that you’ve personally written about him.
He clicks on Terms and Conditions once again. He’s sucked into a world where you’ve characterized him down to the tee. You’ve incorporated some of the subtle mannerisms that you’ve noticed him doing from your time of dating him.
He even catches a few of the phrases that he commonly says in the story. It’s when he makes it to the smut portion of the story that things shift for him. Michael feels the heat rising within his chest and traveling further down.
Michael removes his head from between your legs, your juices shining all over his mouth. He presses one last lingering kiss to your pulsing clit. You whimper at how sensitive you are. He gives you a dark smile, hunger swirling beneath his brown irises, “You taste so good, baby.”
“Please, Michael,” You beg, doe-eyes desperately begging for more.
Michael brings his hand up to encircle your pretty neck, “What do you need from me, baby? Just tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me, daddy.”
He groans at the sound of your desperate words and gently lays you back on the counter. Chills run through your body at the cool marble pressing against your heated skin. Michael takes the moment to look at you, naked and vulnerable, in his hands. Love bites litter the expanse of your skin from where he got greedy earlier. He takes both of your thick thighs in his hands and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.
He crudely slaps his dick across your pearl as you flinch from the pleasure.
“You don’t want me to be nice to you tonight,” He inquires. You shake your head. You always liked him when he toed the line between cruel and permissive. Michael gathers the spit in his mouth and lets it drip down on your pussy. He slides his dicks through the mess, combining it with the slick that he’s oozing from you.
He takes the tip of his dick and notches it in your––
You shift in the bed and turn on your side to face him. Michael all but jumps out of his skin as he quickly locks his phone and glances to see if you’ve caught him. Peering closer, he lets out a deep sigh of relief once he concludes that you’re still sleeping.
He takes a second to just breathe. He’s never felt so overwhelmed by reading something. Is this what you wanted him to do to you? He’s dabbled here and there with some rough play and kinks in his sexual life, but he can’t recall a specific moment where he’s allowed himself to fully lose control and just give in. He spares you another glance and fully looks at the content expression on your face. His sweet girlfriend has been writing all this filthy stuff right under his nose.
By the way that his dick is straining against his brief, he concludes that he likes it just as much as you and your readers do.
Michael’s being weird, and that’s putting it lightly because he’s naturally kind of weird at home. No, this is different from his usual weird behavior. He’s been a lot more clingy, which you definitely don’t mind. But he’s been crowding your space more and seemingly more horny for you, which again you aren’t complaining, but you wonder where the shift came from.
Even now, as you both leave the after-party of an event that he was invited to, he’d been all over you. Throughout the night, he kept his grip tight on your waist and would frequently press kisses to the side of your neck.
Now, inside the car, he reaches across to rest his hand on your thigh, which isn’t unusual for him. However, you clock the way that his hand slides up the apex of your thighs, where your dress has shifted. Michael grips your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road.
“Are you okay?” You ask, which makes him jump in surprise.
Michael looks down and clocks where his hand is. He goes to remove his hand until you place yours over his to keep it there.
“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” Michael asks, worry filling his eyes. You always admired that about Michael. He was a gentleman through and through, and consent was always key with him.
“You’re not making me uncomfortable. I’m just asking if you’re okay. You’ve been crowding me all week. At the party, you were all over me. Now, I’m not complaining, but I could swear you’re ovulating,” You said, smiling widely at him.
Michael shrugs, “I can’t help it. You just look so sexy.”
He chooses the moment to venture further up where his fingers brush against your panties, which are growing wetter by the second. He peeks over at you, “Take them off for me.”
You give him a surprised look, to which he smirks, “Just humor me, babygirl.”
You slide your hands under your dress and tug your panties down your legs. Michael opens his hand to you and gestures with his eyes for you to put the panties in his hand. You oblige, and your jaw drops when you see him bring the wet material up to his nose.
“Open your legs,” He orders.
You spread your legs, but try to scooch down so that you’re not dripping down on his leather seats. Michael smacks his lips, “Baby, don’t worry about making a mess. That’s the whole point. I wanna smell your pussy on my seat the next time that I get in here.”
You’re clutching at your invisible pearls. Michael guides his hand back to your wet center and trails his fingertips up and down to gather your wetness on his fingertips. He slides two fingers across your clit and rubs circles across the throbbing pearl. Your pretty lips form a pout as the whimpers drop from your mouth. Moving down, Michael’s fingers dip in and out of your entrance as you roll your hips to meet his touch.
Michael bites his lip at how needy you are. It’s turning him on more knowing that he can’t fully watch you how he wants, but he has to rely on his touch and hearing. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
You open your legs, and truthfully, you can’t pretend to be shy with your pussy out in his car. Michael plunges two fingers inside your dripping hole. Loud wet noises fill the car as he curls his fingers in and out of you. He presses the palm of his hand into your clit. You throw your head back against the seat as you loudly moan. You clutch at his hand, and Michael’s even more turned on; he clocks you humping against his hand.
The driveway to his house appears, and he turns to you briefly, “Go ahead and cum for me, babygirl.” He curls his fingers across your spot, and soon, your walls tighten as your release consumes you. Michael pulls into the driveway and has the pleasure of watching as you ride your release out. His eyes wander over your form as your breasts press against the dress. As you come down, your eyes meet his. He gently pulls his fingers from you, which are drenched with your release. Michael slides his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your juices from his fingers.
He makes a big display of it by closing his eyes and moaning. Once he opens his eyes, he catches your lustful stare. “Come on, we’re not done yet.”
Inside the house, you and Michael are all over each other. Hands messily groping at each other as he slams you against the wall. You can see the brief moment that he pauses, afraid that he’s hurt you, but you smile widely at him. He leans closer until his breath ghosts over your lips, “You don’t want me to be nice to you tonight.”
You freeze. Your confused eyes meet Michael’s as he smirks at you.
“Pause,” You state, pushing gently at his chest. He sets you down on your feet before you move to create distance between yourselves.
You rack your brain at how he could know that sentence. That sentence of all the possibilities of things that he could’ve said to you. Michael waits patiently on the other side of the room for you to make the connection.
You groan loudly, “You read my story, didn’t you?”
Michael looks like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He tries in vain to appear aloof, but he fails miserably. “Yeah, that night your agent called. I was just curious about what you were writing. I didn’t mean to disrespect your boundaries. I’m sorry.”
You bite your nails, a nervous habit of yours that Michael had been helping you break.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I mean, this is so embarrassing. You literally found out that I’ve been writing fanfics about you, and I’m dating you!” You exclaim. You begin pacing back and forth in the room until you move to walk towards the door.
Michael frowns and quickly crosses the space to stop you, “Why are you leaving?”
He frowns even more when he sees the tears in your eyes. Guilt courses through his body. He steps in front of you and grasps your face in his hands, “Baby, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything like that. This is on me, I shouldn’t have been snooping through your stuff. But I just wanted you to know how much I liked it and to incorporate some of it.”
You sniffle and frown at him, “What? You liked reading my story?”
“Yeah, you know I always like reading whatever you write. If anything, I was flattered that you put that much work into writing for me and my characters. The way you write me, baby, I’ve never seen myself that way. It turned me on, to be honest.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm. I keep going back to read all of your stories over.” He pauses to laugh, “I even created an account to start liking your stories.”
You think back to your recent follows and laugh loudly, “Boy, are you bakari87?”
Michael laughs before nodding, “Yeah, mbjlover was already taken.”
There’s a moment of silence before you both break into laughter. Michael looks at you before pressing his lips to yours. “I mean it when I say that I really liked it, babygirl. I was kind of hoping that we could recreate some of the moments from your Terms and Conditions story.”
“You really liked that one?”
“Yeah, the part about me spitting on the reader’s pussy really did it for me.” He slides his hand down to close around your throat. Your eyes move to meet his as the heat floods throughout your body.
Michael keeps his hand around your throat as he carefully navigates you toward the couch. He gestures for you to take off your heels, which you do. With the heels off, it adds to the height difference between the two of you. He navigates behind you to toy with the zipper of your dress. The sound of the zipper fills the room as you can feel the excitement building in your core.
The dress falls to your feet as you stand naked before Michael. He runs his across your figure, taking in all the details that he’d committed to memory. Once he’s in front of you, he roughly grabs your face in his hands and smushes your cheeks together.
“This is the part where you have fucking the reader’s throat. Let’s start there,” He orders gently. You nod obediently and sit on the couch. You go to button his pants when he stops you, “You can’t remember your own story, babygirl? You open my pants with your mouth.”
Your mouth waters as you remember the plot point. Moving forward, you run your face across his bulge. You mouth at the button and move your head to the side to pop it open. You look up at Michael through your lashes as you grasp the zipper between your teeth and move down. Michael is nice enough to remove his pants for you.
He grabs the back of your head and presses your face into his covered dick. You mouth at his covered dick, your spit staining the front of his briefs. Kissing upwards, you lick at the happy trail of hair leading down into his briefs. Grasping the fabric between your teeth, you pull the briefs down until Michael’s dick is finally exposed to the air.
“Let me feel your throat, baby,” Michael mutters. You shudder at the realization that he’s quoting directly from your story. You don’t even need directions for your next actions. You lick along the underside of his dick right along the pretty vein that runs through it.
Your lips close around the tip of Michael’s dick, where his precum covers your taste buds. You suck at his sensitive tip as he groans and throws his head back. You move your mouth down to begin bobbing up and down on his dick. Your hand follows to cover the base where your mouth doesn’t reach.
Michael curls his hand through your hair and pulls you back, “Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and he leans down to release a trail of spit into your waiting mouth. Your eyes flutter as you moan at the filthiness of the act. Michael guides you back to his dick, but this time it’s different. You cross your arms behind your back just as you had written in your story. Michael looks down at you for consent, and you gladly give it.
The first push of his dick makes you gag a little. He pauses to let you adjust. You nod in his hold, and he resumes thrusting. You breathe through your nose as he enters your throat. Spit from your mouth drips onto your breasts and the floor. Tears fill your eyes as your mascara begins to run. Michael looks down and moans loudly, “You look so beautiful, Princess. You’re doing so good for Daddy.”
Pleasure sparks through Michael’s body at the whole scenario. It turns him on even more with how much you trust him to use you like this. Feeling bold, he pushes your face down so that your nose is engulfed in his pubes. You breathe through your nose and moan around his dick as it settles in your throat. Michael shudders at the feel of your warm throat. After a few seconds, he pulls out of your mouth completely.
He looks down at you again as you give him a wide smile. Tear, spit, and mascara streak across your face, but to Michael, you’ve never looked more beautiful.
He helps you to stand as he lifts you in his arms. You see him walking to the counter, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. Gently, he lays you across the marble counter. He quickly discards his shirt before moving between your legs.
“Please, Michael,” you beg, wide eyes meeting his.
“What do you need from me, baby? Just tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me, daddy.”
He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. He takes both of your thick thighs in his hands and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. Just like the story, Michael gathers the spit in his mouth and deposits it crudely on your wet center. He slaps his dick across your clit where the spit landed and rubs the mess in with your combined slick.
Only this time, he won’t be getting interrupted.
He guides his tip to your entrance, and you both watch as he slips inside your warm walls. Your combined moans fill the empty kitchen as Michael’s thigh touches the back of yours. He pulls back and watches as pussy clings to him. His dark eyes find yours, “You see that? Pretty pussy is begging to keep me in.”
A deep breath leaves your mouth as he thrusts back in. Michael covers your body with his as he thrusts in and out of you.
“Michael..” you whine, once he lifts one of your legs to hang over his shoulder.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” He responds, connecting his lips to yours. You whimper as he pulls out of you. You can feel your walls clenching in response to the loss.
Michael maneuvers your body from the counter and bends you over. You shiver as your nipples brush against the cool surface. You look back as Michael lines his tip up with your opening again, “I wanna see that pretty ass bounce on me.” You arch your back in the way that you know he likes, which makes him groan.
Michael slides inside you as he watches your backside ripple under his thrusts. You look back at him as you start thrusting back against him. Michael’s gaze is focused on the motion of your ass and the ring of cream that’s coating the base of his dick.
“You’re so deep, baby,” You whimper.
Michael can feel his own release building inside of him. He grabs your hips to start thrusting again. He reaches under you to start stroking your clit. He leans over to your open mouth, and you stick your tongue out again. A string of spit leaves his mouth and falls into your waiting mouth. A loud cry leaves your mouth as your orgasm hits. You shake in Michael’s hold as tears trail down the side of your face. He kisses your tears and continues to thrust inside of you.
With one last stroke, Michael moans loudly at this own orgasm consumes him. His own body shakes against your own as he pulls you flush against him. You and Michael moan at the mutual feeling of his cum shooting against your womb. When he pulls out, his cum trails down your thighs.
You surprise him by dropping to your knees and taking his cum-stained dick into your mouth.
“Baby, wait..”Michael pleads, still sensitive from his own orgasm. You ignore him and keep bobbing your head while fondling his balls. Michael practically screams as he cums again, his white release painting your tongue.
You stand up, and Michael clocks that you haven’t swallowed yet. You gesture for him to open his mouth. Your own hand comes to close around his throat as you spit his cum back into his mouth. You don’t waste any time sliding your tongue into his mouth as you both swap the cum back and forth until it’s gone.
You both pull back as you give him a demure smirk.
“I hope you write that into the next story for all of your freaky followers,” Michael comments.
“Oh, I most definitely will. I’m sure that they’ll love to hear that their Oscar Winner loves the taste of his own cum,” You mutter against his lips.
Michael laughs, “I like it when it’s coming from you. But I’m not done with you yet. There are a few other stories that I wanna recreate, starting with your Sinner story.”
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Genre: Forced Proximity. Age Gap. Arranged meeting.
Synopsis: After winning big this past award season, Michael celebrates with everyone who’s been there throughout his entire career. Until his mama mentions the promise he made her: to meet the woman of her choosing.
Enjoy ~ S.
Thursday, 1:45 pm. Family Gathering.
The house is filled with warm laughter and familial joy. Everyone discussing random topics: news, relationship gossip, successes and more.
Michael stands in the center of it all. A glow around him after enduring a strong award season. He was once a kid trying to make it big in the industry. Now?
He’s a certified Academy Award Winning Actor. A Black one at that.
His first Oscar win for his role in Sinners opened up several doors in his career. He had everything he wanted.
Fame. Status. Recognition. Money.
Yet, the question on everyone’s mind is: when is the Academy Award Winner gonna finally settle down?
“Michael, boy are you listening to me?” that soft, maternal voice echoing from the side of him. Michael glances over and sees his mama staring at him. An annoyed look on her face.
“Huh, ma? Yeah. Yes, I’m listening.” Michael clears his throat as he gives his full attention.
“Mhmm. I said, she’s coming today. She should be here soon. You’re gonna love her,” Mrs. Jordan, or Donna, exclaims with a smile. “Be nice to her. She’s younger, but she’s smart. Has a good head on her shoulders. Very respectable young woman.”
Michael nods along as he processes his mamas words. If he were to be honest, he isn’t exactly sure about this meeting. Not because his mama set it up, no. He trusts her judgement. It’s because he doesn’t know what to expect of the woman he’s meeting.
He mostly doesn’t want to mess up anything, or come off as being too much. He wants whoever she is to see him as himself. Not just ‘Michael B. Jordan’ the actor. But as a man. A regular person.
“Yo Mike! Come join us for this pool game bro!” One of his cousins shouts from outside.
2:15 pm. Backyard.
It’s packed and busy in the large yard. Kids running about. Elders at the table drinking and reminiscing about their childhood and experiences.
However, what has most of the adults attention is the Photo Booth that’s set up on the right side of the yard. Placed with intention. For memories to be made and shared.
“Mike, we still waiting on your pictures. Hurry up and gon on to that photo booth baby,” one of his aunts ushered him to the left side of it.
“Okay, okay. I’m goin’.” He mutters as he steps inside the Photo Booth. The space not too small, but not quite big either for his large frame. “Alright, let’s see what we got here..” he scans the screen, looking at the different frames and filters.
Michael selects the desired frame and filter, and prepares himself to do his poses.
Then the unexpected happens.
“Mrs. Jordan! Why are you pushing me- ah!” A voice laughs until it’s cut off by a shocked gasp. Michael stumbles back into the chair behind him. His hands out to catch whoever just fell through the Photo Booth.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I wasn’t tryna-“ your voice cut off when your eyes meet his.
A silence filling the space instantly. Michael stares back in shock for several reasons. One being the fact his photos were interrupted. Another being the fact they’re interrupted by one of the writers he met this award season.
“Y/n?” His voice comes out gruffly as he adjusts his grip around your waist. His hands placed firmly.
“Hi..Michael..” you whisper.
The energy between you both climbing up. It all starts to make sense now. Why his mama was so adamant about meeting you.
It’s because he already has. He remembers instantly mentioning your name at a dinner he had with his family a few weeks back.
Little did he know, his mama was paying attention to how he said and talked about you. That familiar sparkle in his eye when someone has deeply intrigued him.
Click
Both of you turn towards the sound instantly. Bewildered and surprised by the fact the camera just snapped a picture of you two in black and white.
The countdown happens again. Click.
Another picture taken of your faces.
A soft laugh erupts from you as you cover your mouth with your manicured hand. Michael cuts his eyes over at you. The sound of your laughter addictive and all too familiar.
A grin appears on his face. Click. The third picture taken.
“Oh my god. How do you stop this thing?” You ask as you search around at the screen.
“Hold up, look at me real quick,” Michael says right when the counter starts. His right hand coming up and guiding your face back to his. You hold his gaze for moment before your eyes flicker over his features.
They land on his jaw. A piece of fuzz sitting in his beard. Unconsciously, your hand raises up touching his jaw to remove the random bits. The gesture causing his heart to pick up in pace.
“There you go, you had lint or something in your beard.” You explain slightly nervous from the way he’s looking at you.
Click. The camera captures the last image. It happens to be the best one out of all of them.
“How long you staying?” He asks abruptly.
“Oh? Uhh.. until the event ends.” You brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Why do you ask?”
“Because we’re gonna need better pictures together,” he exhales with a slight nervous smile. That causes a giggle to come out your mouth.
“Agreed. I think I blinked too hard in the second one.” You admit while looking over at the screen and camera.
“And I was wondering if we could finally have a proper conversation. To know each other better. Away from all the noise and chaos of the events. If that’s cool with you.” Michael rambles on while scratching the back of his head.
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah? Good, good.
A pause happens for a moment.
“You know your mama slick right? She told me to come here because she said she made me a cake and had ribs for me.”
“A cake and ribs? Oh my..” Michael mutters under hush breath.
“Yes! A cake and ribs! She knows I’m a big back. Especially after the way I tore up that cupcake at the Golden Globes.” You snort while clapping your hands together in amusement.
“That cupcake ain’t stand a chance against you. I thought I was bad when it came to food.” He chuckles when he glances over at you. “Guess I met my match, huh?”
“I guess you did.”
Meanwhile…
“Donna, you set them up? I gotta give it to you girl. That was good.” One of the other women spoke up while watching from the window.
“What? These kids needed a push. You should’ve seen Michael when he talked about her,” Donna explained while she wiped the counter down. “Especially at the Oscars when they talked. He was very attentive with her. I’m not sure if either of them noticed the spark they had.”
“They fit together. You can tell just by looking at them.” An uncle chimes in.
“Donna expect a wedding and grandkids soon.” A cousin jokes which causes everyone to chuckle as well.
“Oh trust me, I’ve already been planning for both.”
Author Notes: I wrote this chapter and ended it at like 3,000 words, but as you can see, it didn't end there. This chapter will contain smut. If you're not comfortable with that. Don't worry, it's at the end, so you can skip it.
A small hand on your stomach woke you up. You looked at the hand before you saw Cameron's face. You already knew why he was in your room. It was a continuous cycle of you waking up cause Cameron couldn't sleep. It seemed like Marcus was adjusting better to his new life than he was. It consists of three scenarios to comfort him. One, where you are sleeping in the bed with him. Or you would peek in their room to see both twins cuddled together.
Lastly, Michael bawled in the bed as both twins slept on him. Michael said he enjoyed sleeping with them as he felt the twins helped with his insomnia. He could actually get some sleep sometimes. No matter how goofy the image of his long legs awkwardly hanging out of the bed is.
You smiled at Cameron as you made your way out of bed to theirs. Michael made sure that their room was spacious and filled to the brim with everything a child could dream of. Michael filled the room with toys, bright colors on the walls and furniture, and everything. Nothing about this room was boring.
You sat on Cameron's bed. "Having trouble sleeping tonight?"
Cameron nodded his head as he clutched the teddy bear that Michael gave him.
You nodded your head before you wrapped your robe tighter around your body and slipped off your house shoes. You lie back in the bed, opening your arms to Cameron.
"Want to cuddle?" You asked as Cameron quickly got into your arms and lay his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his small back as you moved to get more comfortable.
You kissed the top of his head. "Is that better?"
He nodded his head mutely. You slowly hummed to him lowly. You mentioned in passing that the voice might not be as soothing as Michael's voice. But Marcus said that he likes your voice. And you felt your heart stop from how cute he said it.
You felt Cameron's body slump more against you as his breathing leveled out. He was finally able to sleep. You're just going to make sure he stays asleep before you decide to move.
You moved your head slightly as Michael's body came into view. "Trouble with sleeping again?" He nodded his head towards Cameron.
"Yeah." You whispered.
Michael made his way towards Marcus's bed. He picked up that one ugly stuffed animal and put it back on his bed. You couldn't stand it, but Marcus loved it.
Michael leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Marcus's head before he made his way to Cameron's bed. He joined your hand with a large one as he rubbed Cameron's back.
"Sorry for being late, was making some demos," Michael whispered in the quiet air.
"It's fine, you have a working name for that album yet?"
"No, it's too early for that." Michael lightly chuckled.
You hummed as the two of you sat in silence. The noises were the light breaths Cameron made. Michael lay his head on the bed. The moonlight seeping from the curtain window was hitting his face just right. He truly looked beautiful, his face bare of makeup as he was fresh from a shower. He finally felt comfortable enough to wear fewer clothes in the house as his vitiligo progressed.
Michael felt your stare and moved his head slightly to look at you. "What?"
"You're so beautiful."
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me," Michael said.
"You are truly beautiful, and I'm going to continue to say it until you believe it." You mentioned.
Michael looked at you before he turned his head. He glanced around the room and then back at you. "I always wanted something like this."
You raised your eyebrow silently to question what he meant as you made eye contact with him. "I've wanted to have something like this since I was a child."
Michael rubbed Cameron's back absently as he was deep in thought. "I might not have been able to do that for myself." He smiled as Cameron snuggled deeper into you. "But I hope I'm able to do that for the twins. I'm starting to think it was truly a blessing and meant for us to have them, baby."
You smiled as you gently moved to make space in the cramped bed. You cradled Cameron's head to make sure he didn't wake up. "Come here." You patted the space made.
Michael got up and slowly lay down so as not to make much noise. You moved slightly so that Cameron ended up between you.
"I have always loved how resilient you are, how caring you are after everything you have been through." You reached over to grasp his hand. "Not many people would, but you are. These children already adore you, Michael, so I say goal accomplished."
"You are a good man, a great husband and father." You looked him in the eyes. "I hate that other people can't see what I can, but at the end of the day, fuck them."
"Don't let those opinions affect you, Michael. Cause if you look around, you have a small, beautiful world." You let go of his hand to point at yourself, Cameron, and Marcus. "A very beautiful one that loves and supports you, remember that."
Michael was staring at the ceiling, and you could see him wipe one of his eyes. "Sorry, I'm a lot more sentimental and sensitive tonight," Michael said as he cupped a hand over his mouth before letting it down.
"It's alright, baby." You squeezed his hand.
"Thank you." He looked at you again before smiling. "Tinker Bell."
"Oh, don't start that again."
"What? You've always been the Tinker Bell to my Peter Pan."
You laughed softly, but your movements stopped when Cameron stirred slightly. You hope you two didn't wake him up. But it didn't seem enough, as he kept sleeping.
"Okay, Bambi." You replied to Michael.
Michael rolled his eyes. "I don't get that nickname."
"I can't believe you don't get it." You said in disbelief. "It's because your eyes remind me of a deer, it's cute."
"Oh."
"Oh? That's all you have to say?" You laughed at his cute expression.
"I don't know what you want me to say." He giggled.
You two went back in silence as Cameron shifted again in bed. You decided it was probably about time to get out of Cameron's bed. You fixed his pajamas before you looked at Michael as a signal.
Michael slowly got out of bed as you followed suit behind him. You turned and fixed the covers so they fully covered Cameron. You leaned down and kissed him. "Goodnight, lovebug."
Michael followed suit as he kissed his head and lightly rubbed his head. You walked out of the twins' bedroom as Michael wrapped his arm around you. You two went back to your bedroom.
You sent a glare to the side when you felt Michael's hand slide from your waist. Instead, he grabbed your ass before giving it a light slap.
"What? I like how you look in these pajamas." Michael slides his eyes down your body.
"These are really simple." You laughed.
"I don't care, you look sexy." He kissed you lightly.
Soon, the kiss turned more feverish and intimate. You both angled your faces as Michael placed his hands on your waist to pull you closer.
Michael pulled back before saying. "Our anniversary is coming up soon. Maybe you will get a surprise at the end of the night."
"Oh, what's the surprise, Mr. Jackson?" You smiled.
"You'll see soon."
SEPTEMBER 15th 1985
"Boys." You called out as you walked through the large house. You just came back from work after a long meeting with a client, as he didn't understand the charges the judge granted.
You were alone with the twins tonight as Michael was filming for Captain EO. You left the boys in the care of the housing staff. You trusted them to take care of them, as Michael vetted each one before they worked at your home.
You eventually made your way to the bedroom after hearing someone talking. You pushed the door open.
The head maid was crouched, blocking the view as she tried to bribe the twins.
"Let's put it down- Mrs. Jackson, I don't know how they did this." The head maid turned towards you as she noticed your presence.
You finally saw the scene as she moved out of the way. Cameron and Marcus on the ground with Bubbles in the middle? You looked around at your makeup scattered around them. And makeup on Bubbles' face. The most bizarre thing was that the twins continued their activities, and Bubbles calmly sat there letting it happen. He actually looked interested as one of the twins showed him the makeup.
You don't know how they got to your makeup. Or even know where it was. You walked over to where the head maid was and told her she could go, as you would handle this.
"Boys, what have you gotten into?" Both of them looked up at you.
"Look, we made Bubbles pretty!" Marcus exclaimed, proud of his work.
"I can see." You retorted as you crouched down.
"Bubbles, they did a number on you." Bubbles tilted his head at your voice.
"Now I love the artistic element we did here today." You looked at both twins with a more stern expression. "But let's not do it again, okay?"
You looked at the makeup on the pristine wooden floors. And then back to that makeup that you spent money on. The foundation you spent the most on is dripping onto the floor. You shook your head with a sigh. This is why you buy the cheap shit.
"I'm sorry," Cameron said instead of Marcus.
"It's okay, we just have to use a different outlet, like actual art supplies." You smiled gently at them both.
"I have to take a picture though cause it's too cute." You stood up quickly as you searched for your Polaroid.
"Says cheese." You held the camera up to the scene of Bubbles with foundation and eye shadow on his face, with the twins smiling widely.
"Now you two are going to have to help me clean Bubbles and this mess, okay?" You crouched down, starting to pick up the makeup.
"Okay." The twins said as they followed suit.
Once you are satisfied with all the makeup back in your container, note to put it in a different space later for the twins. You turned back to the mess on the ground.
You went to ask the staff for some cleaning products. And now you are on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stubborn foundation off. You only had the twins wipe the mess off the floor with towels, as you didn't want them touching cleaning products.
You leaned back on your knees as you were finally able to get all of it. You cleaned everything else up off the ground after. You looked at the aftermath, even though you were able to clean it. There were still some remnants. You're going to get a maid to come and clean this later.
You look up at Bubbles that you sat on your bed ottoman. Right, you still have to clean him. With a sigh, you beckoned the twins to you as you picked up Bubbles.
All four of you went to your bathroom. You stripped Bubbles of his clothes so you wouldn't get them wet. You placed him on the large countertop. And reached for the pet shampoo as you poured it into a face towel.
"Bubbles, you're going to have to keep your eyes closed like this." You made a motion of closing your eyes. He copied your motions back at you.
You gently started scrubbing his face clean of the makeup. Luckily, the twins only managed to get on his face. You felt a light tug as Marcus looked at you.
"I want to try."
You placed the face towel down and reached to place Marcus on the countertop. You looked at Cameron. "Do you want to do it too?"
"Watch," Cameron said, but raised his arms to signal he wanted to be up there too.
After you placed Cameron on the countertop, you picked up the towel again. You turned towards Marcus.
"You want to be gentle like this." You placed the towel on Bubble's face in a gentle curve, the makeup disappearing. You rinsed the towel out before adding more shampoo, then handed it to Marcus.
"I'll watch you, okay?" You stood slightly back. "Gentle." You reminded him as he made harsh movements, but soon he became more gentle as he washed Bubbles' face.
It became a repeated cycle: you rinsed, added more shampoo, and Marcus cleaned while Cameron watched. You didn't even see Michael come into the room, let alone into the bathroom.
"What is going on here?" You smiled at Michael's voice.
"Oh, the twins had a little adventure today." You replied, noting that both boys had a sheepish expression on their faces at your words.
"I'll tell you about it later, I have pictures to prove it." You laughed lightly.
SEPTEMBER 21st 1985
You and Michael were at the front door of Havyenhurst. Today was your wedding anniversary. And this was also one of the rare moments when Michael wasn't busy, so he wanted to make the most of it. Katherine agreed to take Cameron and Marcus for the night. She wanted to spend more time with them anyway.
You smiled lightly as Janet opened the door. "If it isn't my favorite married couple." She looked at the twins. "My nephews!"
Janet opened her arms as the twins reached out to her. The few times you and Michael brought them here. Janet was the one they bonded with the quickest among the siblings.
Michael handed the twins' bags to the maid standing behind Janet. As you watched, Janet placed kisses all over their faces.
"We'll be back to pick them up tomorrow," Michael said.
"Oh, it wouldn't matter if you came back two weeks later. I love spending time with them." Janet said back.
"Thank you." You smiled as Michael grabbed your hand.
"Oh, don't thank me," Janet responded before she turned back into the house, the door closing soon after.
You made your way back to the car as Michael opened the door. You sat there as he turned the car on.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" You questioned.
"That's twice you've asked me, you don't trust me to drive?" Michael retorted before he made a deadpan expression at you as you sucked in a breath.
"It's not that I don't trust you, I just think I would like to make it to this dinner."
"Bye, I drove us here without problems, and I'll get us to the restaurant too." Michael rolled his eyes before driving.
"I'm sorry." You pouted at him.
"Whatever." He ignored your giggles at him.
It was the same restaurant where Michael proposed to you. He thought of that day as a turning point in his life. While you thought it was a normal day. You remembered him being nervous as he got on one knee. You gasped as he showed the ring. After you said he said yes. You hugged him before he quickly ripped away, as he said he was about to throw up and ran off. You remember asking him later what happened.
'I guess I threw up from how nervous I was.'
You snapped out of your thoughts as Michael opened the door. You grabbed onto his hand as he led you out of the car. You two made it inside as the greeter welcomed you. You knew you didn't have to be discreet cause as you expected, Michael bought the restaurant out for the night. So it was just the two of you tonight.
The greeter guided you to the restaurant's top floor. You waited as Michael pulled out your chair to sit. And sat directly across from you. You looked down at the menu before you noticed Michael's stare.
What?" You stilled your head with a small smile.
"You look beautiful tonight, baby." Michael reached for your hand from across the table.
"Thank you." You rubbed your thumb on his hand as you looked back down at the menu.
"So good it makes me want to jump across this table." You snapped your head up as Michael smirked at you.
"You play too much." You shook your head.
"Never too much for you, girl." You felt your face warm up as Michael's stare grew intense.
You darted your gaze away as he continued to stare. Even when the waiter came, introduced themselves, and you two ordered what you wanted. You felt Michael gaze at you now and then throughout the dinner. Even now, as you two share a dessert
"What do you want?" You questioned as you scraped your spoon across the plate.
"What? I can't just stare at my beautiful wife?" Michael laughed lightly.
"It seems like you want more."
He hummed. "Maybe I do."
You shot an eyebrow up as you stared at him. Michael got up from his seat and moved it closer to you.
"I like this dress, I like the way it looks on you." You looked down at the black dress.
He leaned in closer, and you could smell his cologne. "I can't wait to get you out of it."
You stifled a gasp as Michael rubbed your thigh that was exposed by the split in your dress. You were a bit stunned as he continued eating, commenting on how good the dessert was, as if he didn't just do what he did.
You quickly composed yourself as he still had his hand on your thigh. Michael continued normally. Conversing with the waiter when they came back. You thanked the heavens when Michael asked for the check. You rose from the table as Michael gave the waiter a tip. You two moved through the restaurant, only stopping as the owner was at the door.
"It was a pleasure to serve you and your wife for your anniversary, Mr. Jackson."
Michael nodded his head and said thank you as you went out the door. You maneuvered your way back to the car, guided by Michael. The ride back to your home was silent. You looked out of the corner of your eye at Michael. His hands were holding the wheel tighter. You could see his sharp jawline as he clenched it.
You saw the grand entrance to your house that led to a long driveway. You followed Michael's movements as he moved to the side. You let him guide you to the entrance. You barely had time to lock the door before hands grabbed your waist. Michael's lips touched yours as he kissed you like a man starved. Michael guided you to the wall, where you wrapped your leg around his waist.
"I couldn't resist you tonight, you looked too damn good." He breathes before moving to your neck. Michael slowed his movements as he suck your neck. You made a small moan as you threw your head back.
Michael guided his head lower to your chest. He slipped your strap down. He pulled back in amazement. "No bra? I didn't even notice."
You opened your lips, but Michael licked your nipple, swirling around it. You shuddered as Michael's hand rubbed your other breast.
"Fuck, Michael." You clutched the back of his neck. He hummed as he let go of your nipple. He stood up straight again as he smirked at you.
"Let's take this off, I want to see you." Michael stepped closer as he reached behind you to unzip your dress. Your dress fell to the ground in a heap. You couldn't help but be shy under his gaze as he bit his lip at you. You started to bend down to take off your heels, but he stopped you.
"I want you to keep them on while I eat you out." He leaned in. "Take off the underwear."
You took off your panties, his hand sliding to yours to take them as he stuffed them in his pants pocket. "A prize from my pretty wife."
You yelped as Michael picked up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed. He was above you as he kissed you again, biting your lip. He moved to your chest, to your stomach. He raised one of your legs to kiss your calf, placing kisses as he moved up your leg. Stopping at your inner thigh before dropping your leg.
He moved his body between your legs, spreading them wider. "Ready?" He asked.
You nodded your head as your answer. But he made a sound with his mouth in disapproval.
"Words, I want to hear words."
"Yes." You breathe out.
You arched your back as Michael licked a long stroke up your pussy with his tongue. He lapped at your juices, taking one hand to spread your lips apart.
You squirmed under him as you tried to close your legs around his head from intense pleasure. But he used his other hand to stop your thigh. You felt him wrap his lips around your clit as he did smaller licks. You jolt your body as a reaction as he continued to suck your clit.
He pulled back. "Moan louder for me, baby. I want to know that I'm making you feel good."
His fingers that held your lips moved as he slipped one finger inside. He nudged his finger deeper as his tongue lapped at you. He pulled back again as he added another finger.
"You feel so good around my fingers." He sped up his movement as he watched your body react to him. You shakily let out a breath as Michael continued to finger you. You reached down and wrapped a hand around his wrist from the intense stimulation.
Michael leaned toward your face as he kissed again. You felt his breath on your lips as he spoke. "Yeah? Does it feel good? Let me hear you." He fingered you faster, his thumb starting to rub your clit.
"Come on, baby, cum for me." Michael continued the movement with his hand. As you gripped his arm hard, moans bounced off the wall.
"Yes." He whispered as he felt your clench around him, signaling an oncoming orgasm.
"I'm going to cum." You cried out as your back arched. Michael wrapped his lips around you as your orgasm came, savoring you.
He pulled back as your body went slack. He hovered over you again as he kissed you lazily. Letting you taste yourself as he wrapped his tongue around yours.
You pulled back. "Let me suck you, Michael."
Michael raised a sharp eyebrow. "You want to do that?"
"Yes."
Michael sat back as he moved out of the bed. You were amazed that he was still fully clothed, even as the air felt hot to you. He shook off his jacket, then his shirt. He unbuckled his pants, bending slightly to take them off. You bit your lip, looking at his body.
You moved toward gripping his hips to be closer. You moved one of your hands to cup him through his underwear. You felt him groan as his hand cupped your jaw in a gentle caress. You rubbed him, feeling how hard he was, before pulling down his underwear. Michael's dick fell out, slapping against his stomach. You always marvel at how big he was. You wouldn't think with his frame that he was packing, but he was.
You wrapped your hand around him, pulling the skin back to reveal his head as you stroked him. "Baby, don't tease."
You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking lightly before pulling back. You continued to stroke him before putting him back in your mouth, deeper. Michael's large hand gripped your head. His head fell back as small moans left his mouth.
You tried to take most of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn't reach. "Just like that." Michael moved your head a little bit.
You reached up to cup his balls with your other hand, massaging them. Michael moaned loudly before he took complete control as he shoved your head deeper. You controlled breathing through your nose as Michael used your mouth.
"Wait." Michael pulled off of him. "Wait, stop." He gripped your wrist to stop you from massaging his balls.
"I have to fuck you, I don't want to cum like this."
You held in a yelp as Michael manhandled you onto the bed. He hooked your legs around his waist. He moved his hips to grind his dick against you in slow, sensual movements before he lined up.
"You want this," Michael whispered in your ear.
"Fuck me." And that's all it took as Michael pushed his tip in. You squirmed underneath from the intrusion. It doesn't matter how many times you two have sex; he doesn't get any smaller.
"It's okay." He sank in deeper, making small noises as you clenched around him. "Almost there."
You closed your eyes in pleasure as he was finally all the way inside of you. Michael grinded slowly against you before making shallow thrusts.
"Oh, Michael." You moaned as you gripped his arms.
Michael leaned closer to you as he angled his hips down, setting a rhythmic pace. He dropped his head to your neck and kissed it again, sucking more marks on your neck. You wrapped your hands around his back.
"You feel so good, I like feeling like this." He rasped. "Been so long since I had you."
Michael sped up as he started to pound into you. You felt your body move as the heavy headboard started to move lightly against the wall from his pace.
"Michael, you're fucking me so." You gripped his back harder. "So good."
"Yeah?" Michael changed position as he bent your legs back against you. "You're gripping me so hard, you take this dick so well." He sat at a faster pace as he felt his orgasm coming.
You felt you were about to cum as you felt warmth pooling in your abdomen. "I'm going to cum."
Michael slipped a hand between your legs as he started to rub your clit. "Cum for me, baby. I want it." You arched your back as your orgasm came in explosions.
"Shit." Michael gripped your legs as he said your name before letting out the most erotic moan as he came inside you.
He slumped over you as you both caught your breath. The room's silence was comforting as you lay there. You giggled lightly as Michael pressed small kisses against you. "We can't go that long again without having sex."
"We've been busy, you know, with the children." You sighed. "But I agree that it has been a while."
"I love you," Michael said as you played with his curls.
"I love you too." You laughed loudly as Michael made dramatic kissy noises at you. You dodged, but he soon followed with more kisses.
Author Notes: These chapters are likely to be long and get longer. It's like once I start typing, it just keeps going. Chapter two will be out soon, as I already started a draft on that. We are going to pretend that Neverland Ranch existed earlier than it did for the storyline's sake, lol.
I have truly appreciated the support for this fanfic!
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You and Michael lie in bed next to each other. One of the rare nights, you get to see him since he's on tour. It's one of those nights when you two have late-night conversations about anything. His hand is rubbing your back in slow motion while your head is on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"Have you ever thought of us having children?" Michael voiced in the quiet air.
You looked up at his face as he stared at the ceiling. "Of course I do all the time."
Michael gasped at you as he made eye contact. "With little old me?"
"With my husband, whom I've been with for a long time, yes." You nodded back.
"Wonder who that is?"
"Michael!" You exclaimed as you giggled. "You are not funny."
"Please, you laugh at my jokes all the time like now." Michael gently cupped your face with his hand.
"I don't know about that." Your words fell off when Michael started to place kisses all over your face.
"Oh, hush." He pulled back to look you in the eyes. "I'm serious about my question."
"Yes, but what about our careers? I don't know if bringing children into that equation could work." You spoke quietly.
"Don't worry about the Victory Tour," Michael said suddenly. "I got that handled."
"Handled? Michael, what do you mean?" You said.
"You will see soon, baby."
You raised your eyebrows at the sudden change of attitude. You wonder what Michael has up his sleeve to pull that off. But you continued with the current topic rather than probing further.
"I would love to get pregnant, but my career is great right now. High-profile cases are being handed to me." You clutched onto his hand. "Pregnancy would ruin that, unfortunately."
"Have you ever thought about us adopting?" Michael raised one eyebrow at you in question.
"You would do that?"
"As long as I'm raising children with you, girl, it doesn't matter how it happens." Michael kissed the top of your head.
"I'll think about it. Adoption is a big step."
"And I'll be there for whatever you decide." Michael brought you closer so your head was on his chest again.
FEBRUARY 1985
"I would like to say we are very happy that you chose us as your adoption agency, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."
You and Michael strolled through the hallway hand in hand. You looked around, taking in the surroundings as Michael slid to wrap his arm around your back.
"We can promise you that your case, in particular, will have absolute privacy." You stared at the back of the woman's head as she talked. "And we have vetted people who will look into your case to ensure no one will talk."
"I truly hope that is the case."
"Michael, let's be optimistic." You whispered back.
"It's just the last agency was the reason why every news outlet knows we're adopting now," Michael spoke louder. "I'm sorry for the hesitation that I have about this being private."
"Mr. Jackson, we can assure you that our agency is one of the best for a reason."
"Thank you." You spoke as you placed a hand on his that was on your waist.
You can understand Michael's aloofness. Not only was the agency you originally planned with blasted everywhere, but multiple children's faces were also put on covers, and the ones you specifically interacted with. Michael no longer felt comfortable adopting from there.
You two agreed that the public would not see your children. Not until you two were ready or they made that decision themselves. Michael stressed he wants to give his children the childhood he didn't have. And that first starts with keeping them out of the spotlight.
"We can start with profiles and information we got from your attorney, so you can see what we did." The agent said as she opened a door, allowing you two to walk in first.
"I will not bore you with the details, as you two have been through this already." The agent handed you two pieces of paperwork. "We have the picked profiles that match your age range, but you can pick more."
You opened the folder while scanning through multiple profiles. You stopped a page of twin boys for a moment before moving on.
"All these profiles are state holds or biological parents willing to sign adoption papers." The agent said, looking at you both.
Michael hummed as he leaned closer to you. "What do you think?"
You flipped slowly as you made your way back to the twin boys. Something about them just kept you coming back to them. You tapped on their file. "What about these two?"
You flipped the folder so the agent could see it. "Oh yes, they are in our state holds. Right now, they are in foster care."
Michael slid his aviators down a little bit, looking at the profile. "Can you tell us a little bit about them?"
"It's a sad story; those two lost their parents in a car crash. None of the other family members was fit to take care of them." The agent said.
"They were both involved in the crash. One seems more traumatized than the other." She pointed towards one of the boys' pictures, the one with the name 'Cameron' underlined. "He barely makes any noise; he just has this dull stare."
"The other twin, Marcus, is protective. He speaks for both of them as much English as a 3-year-old can muster."
"They're three." You asked, turning to Michael, wide-eyed.
"Yes, they turn four in November."
You and Michael stared at each other. He completely took off his glasses. You raised your eyebrow in question as he had this intense stare as if to ask the question, 'Are you serious about this?' You nodded your head.
"We want to meet them. What is the earliest appointment?" Michael said to the agent.
"We still have to fully process them as they were just placed in a permanent foster home a few weeks ago." The agent pulled out a card and handed it to Michael.
"Once we do, we will call your family attorney so you can set an appointment to meet them."
"Thank you so much." You stood up and shook her hand.
"You're very welcome, Mrs. Jackson."
FEBRUARY 20th 1985
Your hands fiddled with your dress as your nerves were at an all-time high. It seemed like you and Michael were behind a wall with security in front of the foster home.
"Baby, let's stay calm." Michael slid his hand in yours. You don't know if he was saying that to calm you or himself.
You nodded your head as the door opened and an older woman appeared before you. "Hello, welcome in." She beamed as she opened the door wider. "My name is Alice Weiling."
"The twins are still getting ready, but they will be down in a minute." The woman guided you two to a room.
You could tell she was slightly intimidated by the security. You smiled lightly to calm the atmosphere. You leaned close to Michael. "Is there any way they can be outta sight?" You pointed to the back of you. "No offense." You voiced louder to the security behind you.
Michael turned his head slightly and nodded. "You mind standing outside? Bill can stay."
You turned back to the woman as the room felt more spacious. "Thank you, baby."
"I made sure the rest of the children are on their best behavior, not to harass you."
Michael smiled sweetly. "I wouldn't have minded either way."
"Oh, here they come."
You turned your head quickly and clutched Michael's arm. A younger woman guided them. You could audibly coo at the way they hold each other's hands. They were so cute, cute little black boys with brown eyes.
They stood in front of Alice. "I would like you two to meet Mr. and Mrs. Jackson."
"Hi." Only one of them replied.
"Hi sweethearts." You beamed at them.
"I will leave you to it then. I will be in the other room if you have any questions."
"Thank you."
You got up from the chair as the twins studied you with their eyes. You crouched down to be at eye level with them.
"What are your names?" You tilted your head.
My name is Marcus, his is Cameron." You looked at the one who was a step in front of his brother.
Michael crouched down next to you. "Those are good names."
"You like the color blue?" Michael pointed at Marcus, who wore a blue outfit.
Marcus nodded his head. "What is yours?"
"I like red and black."
Michael laughed as Marcus made a disgusted noise. "Black is the worst color ever."
You could pinch his cheeks as you could; he was still getting a handle on words, since they jumbled a little, but he was well-versed for a 3-year-old.
You could see in the corner of his eyes that Cameron was staring at you. You looked down and noticed he was staring at the diamond teddy bear necklace Michael had given you for your birthday.
"You like it?" You asked him.
Cameron slowly nodded his head. "Teddy."
Marcus stopped his animated conversation with Michael because this was the first time he had heard his brother talk in months.
"Bru bru spoke." Marcus smiled at Cameron.
"It looks like mine," Cameron said in a quiet voice.
You could damn near cry at how you were able to get to speak after it seemed like no one could.
"You wanna hold it." Cameron's eyes widened at your question before nodding his head. You unclasped the necklace and placed it in his hands. You giggled as he marveled at the necklace.
You settled in pretty quickly as you conversed with the twins. You couldn't get much more words out of Cameron after the first interaction. But it seemed like twins had taken an interest in you. Looking at both intently to see where this is going. And secretly, you and Michael had hoped for the same.
Alice entered the room again. "Hello again, we unfortunately have to end this. But would you like another meeting?"
You looked at Michael for a quick second. "I think we would enjoy that very much."
MARCH 1985
"One of the boys says you're a big person," Marcus asked Michael.
"Really." Michael inquired as he watched Marcus color in a coloring book. "Do you believe him?"
Marcus looked Michael up and down. "Are you?"
"Maybe I am."
Marcus sighed as it wasn't the answer he was satisfied with. Marcus continued to look at him. "I'm going to find out myself," Marcus spoke, having trouble saying the word myself.
"You go and find out." Michael laughed.
You watched Michael and Cameron interact, smiling for a moment before looking at Cameron as he played with trains. He didn't say much to you. But you could tell he wanted you here, as his eyes lit up when you gave him a gentle smile.
These visits have really helped you and Michael bond with them. You could really see the twins as your children, and yourself as their mother raising them. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a small hand on your knee. You wore a face of surprise but masked it as you looked at Cameron.
"Train." That was all he said.
"Trains?" You asked as an invitation to join.
He scooted closer to you as he handed you one of the trains. "Let's play trains."
"Okay, show me." You smiled bigger at him.
MAY 1985
You and Michael sat in the adoption agency as your family attorney called. He had confirmed that the state had completed all background checks and verified their identity. They can officially start the adoption process and set a court date. You were so excited. Michael tends to wear a calm exterior in public. But you could tell that he was ready for this new chapter.
He even started to buy new things. You just wondered where he would put everything. As you two still lived in Hayvenhurst with the rest of the family. But as soon as you asked, he became more discreet. You wondered what he was hiding from you.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, it is truly wonderful news that you are adopting Cameron and Marcus. The court has cleared the adoption to proceed." The agent smiled at you both.
"We can set a date for court as soon as possible. We want you two to sign some documents for us to have on file." The agent pulled out documents.
Michael laced his hand with yours as he sat closer to the table. You listened intently to the agent list every document you were signing. The process was quick, and the agent was standing up again. She shook both your hands and Michael's.
"Congratulations. And again we will set up that court date as soon as possible."
You later sat in the car with Michael as Bill drove. You averted your gaze from the window when Michael cleared his throat.
"So as you know, I've been buying new things for the children, of course." Michael met your gaze without his glasses. "But there are some other items too."
"Okay, Michael." You smirked at him. "Are you finally telling me what you've been doing?"
Michael laughed lightly as he rubbed his hand on your thigh. "Yes, so I've been building a house."
You smirk quickly dropped as a look of shock quickly replaced your face. "What?"
"And before you say, why didn't I tell you?" Michael raised his other hand. "I was going to surprise you."
"Michael-."
"I bought land out in Santa Barbara, big land with privacy. I made that decision a little while after we got married."
"So we have a house?" You asked
"Yes, baby, and that's where I've been putting the children's stuff." Michael smiled gently. "Construction recently finished."
"Michael, why didn't you tell me?" You slapped his arm lightly and gently. He laughed as he said that, jokingly.
Bill smiled at your interactions. You kept hitting Michael on the arm, which turned into you being tingled by him.
"Girl, stop hitting me." Michael dug his hands into your sides.
"Michael, stop." You squealed with laughter. "Okay!"
Michael's hands stopped, but still gripped onto you. "I sped up construction once we decided we were going to adopt."
"I'm glad you did, I love your family. But I didn't want to raise our children at Hayvenhurst." You laughed gently.
"Well, we don't have to." Michael reached in and kissed you.
"No, we don't." You repeated against his lips.
JULY 1985
You stood in the living room of the foster home. Today was the day you could bring Marcus and Cameron home. The house was buzzing with excitement. You crossed your hands as children gathered around Michael.
"Hello, your name is?" He asked multiple times for children to either hug him or hand him things to sign.
"Children, let's give Mr. Jackson some room, let's not crowd him," Alice said.
"It's completely alright." Michael beamed at Alice.
You stood off on the side but snapped your gaze as Marcus and Cameron came down the stairs. Guided by the same woman who was there on the first day you met them.
Some older children followed them. "I knew it was Michael Jackson, but Marcus seemed like I was crazy for saying that." The older boy shook his head.
They approached you first. You couched down to their level. "You have everything?"
You tilted your head as both stared at you for a moment. But then Marcus reached a small hand out before saying. "Hug."
You were stunned before you hugged Marcus. You rubbed his small back. You looked over at Cameron with a smile. "Do you want a hug?"
Cameron nodded his head shyly as you reached your other arm out. You rubbed both of their backs with comfort. You made small cooing noises as you felt Cameron shudder, tears forming in his eyes.
"It's okay, Cameron."
You hadn't noticed that Michael watched you three interact with a small smile. He signed one last thing for one of the children before he made his way to you.
Marcus lifted his head from your shoulder and met Michael's gaze. "Michael!"
Michael laughed as he still struggled to say both of your names.
"Yes?"
Marcus quickly untangled himself from you as he went to Michael. Since Michael was still standing, he hugged his leg, not making the target. Michael laid his hand on Marcus's back before bending down.
"Are you ready to go?" Michael tapped Marcus's nose once as the child giggled.
"Yes, but I want a hug," Marcus stated.
"You do?"
He nodded, and Michael quickly wrapped his arms around him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you walked a teary-eyed Cameron to him.
"Do you want one too?" Michael asked Cameron.
Cameron nodded and walked to him. Michael wiped a stray tear from Cameron's face before pulling him in. "You two are so sweet," Michael commented.
It seemed like neither of them wanted to let Micahel go. So he adjusted them both and stood up. You could take a picture of the sight as both Marcus and Cameron rested their heads on Michael's shoulders, seeming content.
"I hope you give them a good life, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. They are sweet children." Alice smiled as she approached you two.
"Thank you again for all the help." You said as you gathered the children's bags.
You didn't have them for long when Bill tapped your shoulder and said he'd take them. You smiled at him as you let go of the bags.
You and Michael bid your goodbyes to the children before you made your way to the car. Michael is still carrying the children in his arms behind you. It stayed that way until you two made your way to the property Michael wanted to call Neverland. You both had just moved in a couple of weeks ago.
You watched as Marcus and Cameron lifted their heads from Michael's shoulders. The eyes wander across the property, awed. You stepped closer to them.
"Welcome to your new home." You smiled as you pinched Marcus's cheek, and he giggled as a reaction.
"Is that a giraffe?" Marcus asked excitedly.
Michael laughed with excitement. "Yes, you wanna pet him later on after we get settled?"
Marcus nodded his head at Michael's words. Michael turned towards the other twin. "You wanna pet him too?" Cameron nodded his head.
"Great, there are many more animals I want you to meet," Michael said as Marcus gasped at his words.
You followed behind Michael as he started walking into the house. You truly think you and Michael made a good decision. You wonder what this new chapter of parenthood will bring. The twins are stifled by their past, as you have noticed with your past interactions. But you know both you and Michael's love can change them for the better.
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ੈ✿ ༘. ݁⋆summary— boyf!sugu! x blk!gf!reader! both are in their 20’s. tonight was date night! you and suguru got dressed up for an extravagant dinner, spending most of the night at your favorite restaurant! but things take a different turn once suguru finally gets his hands on you during some alone time!
݁༊. ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟwarnings— NSFW dom!sugu! x blk!reader! alcohol usage(drinks) drunk sex! sugu has a tongue, lip and frenum piercing! sugu is kinda mean if you squint! sugu and reader both have a praise kink! spit kink! makeout session(s)! rough sex! spanking! dumbification? p in v; anal play(thumb in the butt)doggy, prone, and mating press! mentions of having a size kink! tummy bulge! overstim! and cock warming!
⋆ ݁₊࣪𐙚wc+an— around 2.1k! i finished the highly anticipated story early!! i hope you sweethearts enjoy this bc if you don’t i will cry!
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honestly, the night went by so fast. it was date night! suguru reserved a two-guest table at your favorite outdoor restaurant, the one that had heaters next to the tables and was closer to his place. the date was amazing— both of you looked stunning, barely any people, amazing service, great food, great drinks.
the two of you definitely had far too many. it wasn't your fault their mixed margaritas tasted sssoo goood. the walk home, you both were giggly drunken messes, holding onto your to-go margs, stumbling with each other down the quiet yet working streets in the city.
the night was going according to plan. so when the date ended and the two of you got back to his place, the only option to end the night the best way possible was with a good fuck.
“su-gu-i— ffuuckk i-i can’t!!!” you cried out, only to land upon deaf ears. everything about this scene was so foul, from the disheveled sheets, to the lewd moans and grunts, to the erotic sound of sugu’s heavy hips plowing into the thick plush of your ass.
he was fucking you so sternly, his messy bun was slipping, headboard damn near puncturing a hole through the sturdy walls. your were legs sore, sticky n spread wide in the middle of suguru’s room, body shaking and burning with pleasure as suguru’s slim, carved body seemed to be trying fuck the alcohol out of you.
you were absolutely dumbified and aching. well of course you’d be, considering this being what? the 4th? 5th? round? something like that. your manicured fingertips desperately gripping the soft sheets, like it would stop you from moving.
your smaller frame couldn't help but jolt forwards each time his hearty hips met the plush fat of your ass, the sticky creamy mess leaking against your thighs dripping, his weighted, full balls slapping against your brown, swollen clit.
no matter how badly you wanted it, your body couldn't help but run. suguru noticed before you did, shaking his head to murmur out, suguru him "uh-oh, where d'you think y're goin?" suguru frowned, readjusting his grip so he could pull you back to your original spot.
he placed a foot on the mattress, fixing his angle, "let all that liquor go straight to your pretty pussy again, huh? this is exactly what you wanted this."
his sweet honeyed voice cooed in your ear, all breathy and warm. slutty hips slowing just so you could feel every vein, every curve of his pretty, stocky dick dragging alongside your divited walls.
every kiss that his pierced tip delivered so graciously soft against your g-spot. with a slight nod, you whined out hips shimming back onto him as your jaw slackened once he stilled, bottoming out.
smack! ..smack!
a harsh, bulky hand came down onto the plush of your ass, body flinching from the sting, ripping a squeal from you. “y'ignorin me? hm? speak up, baby, i wanna fuckin' hear you." he grunted, hammering his hips against your unfolded legs.
smack!
another blow landed, a small whimper falling past your two-toned lips. "mmf!.. no! ...fuck sugu! m'sorry, baby, 'want youuu." you whined, knee's sinking further apart into the mattress. “aahhh, there's my sweet girl.."
suguru’s soft almond eyes shifted from your face to where you met; thick globs of their mixture building up around his base, spreading onto his well-kept hairs, dripping into the blankets.
his gentle gaze settled on watching the sinful act connecting you two, but your forbidden hole that was winking at him had him in a trance. it just looked so.. lonely. but sugu, being the sweet bf he is decided to fix that for you!
the gasp that fell from your lips was so sharp, your head turning instantly at the foreign feeling. "suuguu.. sstaahh.." you whined, wearily reaching back but it was too late. his thumb was already softly rub hearts on your forbidden hole, smearing your mixed slickness around it easing just the tip in.
“shhh, s’alright baby ..” he whispered, his wet lips kissing the round of your forehead ever so gently. removing his hand from the fat of your ass to above your shoulders, caging you in. he pulled back a bit to look at you, “thereee you go.”
that stupid, fucked out smile on his face made it no better. your brain and body felt like mush—nothing but him and pleasure in your dumified mind. suguru pulled back, pistioning his heavyweight hips into yours.
the way his pierced tip assaulted your g-spot had you quivering, eyes rolling in any and every direction, "s-sugu.. s't-too muuch..!" his voice was so honeyed yet so condescending. "gunna' take this dick the same way you wanted it.."
ok. what wasn't mentioned was how your behavior was on said date. leaning forward too often so he could catch your exposed cleavage, fingertips stroking his arm and thighs with a teasing intent, staring at him with those fuck me eyes; you were teasing him. to be honest, suguru had every right to act this way.
and whenever you did get like this, he let you have your way—for a bit. who was suguru to deny you from anything? "yeaaah, that's it." that tone made your gut twist and curl. voice coated with so much sugar that you didn't even notice he slipped his thumb fully in, fingers splaying against the middle of your ass.
fuck, he knew just what to say and when to say it. a sob-like string of moans fell from you swollen pretty lips, drool and tears soaking the pillow beneath your face. he watched as you finally allowed yourself to succumb to the pleasure, body falling limp into his slutty hips, incoherent babbles, fingers loosening their grip.
all while he kept pummeling your sensitive overworked and over-abused g-spot, fucking you like you were his favorite sex toy(bc you were). "ssseee, my girl can handle it. pretty lil drunk thing.." and when he seen you nodding in agreement? suguru blanked, his bun finally coming undone as he was doubling his speed, watching the plush fat of your ass ripple with every strike.
the way your poor cunt was sucking and slurping him back in had him in a trance, pussy and ass involuntary tensioning once that god-forbidden frenum decorated tip kissed your sweet spot had you teetering on the brink of an indescribable high.
"m-m'gunacuum..!!" your voice high and body wrecked, both holes frothed, on the verge of blacking out. "i know, sweetheart, i know. let me have it baby." he lowered himself so that his sweat-ridden chest was pressed against you, lavender scented hair tickling your arched, shaking back.
his pumped tattooed arm wrapping around your frame, two thick fingers immediately finding your pulsing clit, rubbing soft yet firm circles. the other hand coming down to interlace with yours that was filled with tension.
with one more stroke, your pussy was bubbling out creamy globs of cum. you couldn't withhold the stream of moans and the feral euphoria feeling didn't stop, only intensified. "good fuckin job." your knee's slipped, hips falling flat onto the mattress beneath you.
suguru was quick to follow your lead, meeting you flesh against the mattress. with how he was fucking you in prone had you trying to climb up the mattress from how good, how deep he was. shaking your head, your sore throat babbled out, "i..i can– fuhck! s'too deep..!"
but it did not matter. suguru simply ignored you, again. his feet kicked open your legs further, residing on the inside of your calves to keep you pried opened.
his hands found both of yours, trapping them inside of his hold so you really couldn't move. "mhm.. m'too deep?"
his voice was malicious against your pierced ear, nothing but condescendence wrapped in his attitude. you nodded your head, "s'too big... too much!" you began, body jolting beneath him to move something. and it felt like you were about to cum, again.
"awwwhh, fuck– y'gonna cum again? hm baby?” suguru taunted, licking the loose tears from your cheek. his attitude was so vexing, but you couldn't stop the way your body shuddered underneath his.
with a loud snivel, you came again, harder than the last one. suguru kept fucking you through it too, "look at you, hunny. y'can't even control yourself.." he snickered, only his a moan to slip passed his parted, swollen lips. his pace slowed, before coming to a sudden stop which had you sighing in agony and relief.
your head fell flat, skin prickled by the abrupt exposure of air. suguru pulled off from you, carefully slipping out of your overtaxed cunt. his hands slipped down your legs in a soothing manner, admiring the work you’ve created together.
"i think.." your eyes were fast to glue shut, heavy breathing slowly a bit, limbs twitching every few seconds, falling into a peaceful slumber already. that was, until you were flipped over onto your back with ease. "...you got one more n'ya.." your eyes opened, lips parting to protest but it was too late.
suguru had you in a tight mating press, wrapping your arms around his neck, dense cock softly nudging your clit, hips shifting down just so he could easily slip back inside.“nnmffucckkk... s'so good." you whined, gasping at his now slower pace. your fingers curled in his hair, tugging extra hard when his tip exited and entered your sensitive hole.
when he took his time with you, everything was immoderate. it took weeks of preparation just for sugu to fully fit inside of you. it was staggering how he stretched you out so wide, especially his mushroom pierced tip. now, you could really feel every vein, every pulse, every ridge, every curve, every throb, everything.
your head was limp, jerking up to nudge sugu’s sweaty neck as your body bowed up."feels perfect.. y're soo good t'me, fuck, i love you.” his greedy lips were on yours within a fleet, his slick tongue wrestling against yours. you could still taste the sweet margarita on his tongue, a desirable 'mmmf' lurching beyond your occupied lips.
spit was dribbling down your chins, lips smacking, teeth bumping. it was so intimate compared to how he was just fucking you minutes ago. he pulled back, sealing the kiss with a glob a spit on your tongue. "y'love me? hm baby?” sugu tantalized with a coy smirk, his eyebrows pulled down in a frown.
"ssoo much.. i love you s'much sugu.." his heart longed at how whiny and submissive you were. subtracted to absolute nothing all because of him, your loving, doting boyfriend. your arms tugged against his once, and his hands left the sides of your thighs and brought you in close, hugging you against him.
”sooo fuckin’ messy.. y'want it? want my load?” you nodded, his swollen lips pressed sticky kisses against your damp neck, sharp canines nipping at your jaw.
there was no biting back the twisted smile when he heard your cooing 'yesyesyesyes' once, twice, three times and he was spurting thick, warm, ribbon of cum into the deepest parts of you.
hips still bashfully working, still fucking you both through your high with the agonizing yet blissful pace. the moans suffocating the room sounded too pornographic, but neither of you cared. the only thing you could both think about was each other.
with a few more pumps, suguru stilled inside of you, arching his lower back to stuff every inch inside of you, his pelvis bumping your clit. you froze in a trance, before coming back to your senses and repeatedly tapping his hip. “m'done.. sugui’m done!!” you slurred out, brown frame seizing against his wide chest, thighs quivering.
he pulled out just the slightest, rolling both of you over so you could lay onto his chest. suguru’s golden eyes, now soft and gentle, raked over your face to get a good look at you. your hair was out of place, the gorgeous makeup that you put on earlier was completely ruined, eyes wet and missing lash clusters, your cheeks wet and flushed, lips still parted and swollen.
the gaze that lingered in both of your eyes was heartfelt and so fucked out, yours trying so hardly not to shut on him. some curls stuck to your forehead and the amount of drool on your face made him wanna licked it off while he fucked you dumb all over again.
sugu leaned forwards, pressing soft pecks alongside your flushed cheek. "no more alcohol for us.. okay?" you barely nodded your head, slumber already overtaking your body.
well, i guess two things were discovered tonight—alcohol makes you horny and suguru mean!
Genre: Forced Proximity. Age Gap. Arranged meeting.
Synopsis: After winning big this past award season, Michael celebrates with everyone who’s been there throughout his entire career. Until his mama mentions the promise he made her: to meet the woman of her choosing.
Enjoy ~ S.
Thursday, 1:45 pm. Family Gathering.
The house is filled with warm laughter and familial joy. Everyone discussing random topics: news, relationship gossip, successes and more.
Michael stands in the center of it all. A glow around him after enduring a strong award season. He was once a kid trying to make it big in the industry. Now?
He’s a certified Academy Award Winning Actor. A Black one at that.
His first Oscar win for his role in Sinners opened up several doors in his career. He had everything he wanted.
Fame. Status. Recognition. Money.
Yet, the question on everyone’s mind is: when is the Academy Award Winner gonna finally settle down?
“Michael, boy are you listening to me?” that soft, maternal voice echoing from the side of him. Michael glances over and sees his mama staring at him. An annoyed look on her face.
“Huh, ma? Yeah. Yes, I’m listening.” Michael clears his throat as he gives his full attention.
“Mhmm. I said, she’s coming today. She should be here soon. You’re gonna love her,” Mrs. Jordan, or Donna, exclaims with a smile. “Be nice to her. She’s younger, but she’s smart. Has a good head on her shoulders. Very respectable young woman.”
Michael nods along as he processes his mamas words. If he were to be honest, he isn’t exactly sure about this meeting. Not because his mama set it up, no. He trusts her judgement. It’s because he doesn’t know what to expect of the woman he’s meeting.
He mostly doesn’t want to mess up anything, or come off as being too much. He wants whoever she is to see him as himself. Not just ‘Michael B. Jordan’ the actor. But as a man. A regular person.
“Yo Mike! Come join us for this pool game bro!” One of his cousins shouts from outside.
2:15 pm. Backyard.
It’s packed and busy in the large yard. Kids running about. Elders at the table drinking and reminiscing about their childhood and experiences.
However, what has most of the adults attention is the Photo Booth that’s set up on the right side of the yard. Placed with intention. For memories to be made and shared.
“Mike, we still waiting on your pictures. Hurry up and gon on to that photo booth baby,” one of his aunts ushered him to the left side of it.
“Okay, okay. I’m goin’.” He mutters as he steps inside the Photo Booth. The space not too small, but not quite big either for his large frame. “Alright, let’s see what we got here..” he scans the screen, looking at the different frames and filters.
Michael selects the desired frame and filter, and prepares himself to do his poses.
Then the unexpected happens.
“Mrs. Jordan! Why are you pushing me- ah!” A voice laughs until it’s cut off by a shocked gasp. Michael stumbles back into the chair behind him. His hands out to catch whoever just fell through the Photo Booth.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I wasn’t tryna-“ your voice cut off when your eyes meet his.
A silence filling the space instantly. Michael stares back in shock for several reasons. One being the fact his photos were interrupted. Another being the fact they’re interrupted by one of the writers he met this award season.
“Y/n?” His voice comes out gruffly as he adjusts his grip around your waist. His hands placed firmly.
“Hi..Michael..” you whisper.
The energy between you both climbing up. It all starts to make sense now. Why his mama was so adamant about meeting you.
It’s because he already has. He remembers instantly mentioning your name at a dinner he had with his family a few weeks back.
Little did he know, his mama was paying attention to how he said and talked about you. That familiar sparkle in his eye when someone has deeply intrigued him.
Click
Both of you turn towards the sound instantly. Bewildered and surprised by the fact the camera just snapped a picture of you two in black and white.
The countdown happens again. Click.
Another picture taken of your faces.
A soft laugh erupts from you as you cover your mouth with your manicured hand. Michael cuts his eyes over at you. The sound of your laughter addictive and all too familiar.
A grin appears on his face. Click. The third picture taken.
“Oh my god. How do you stop this thing?” You ask as you search around at the screen.
“Hold up, look at me real quick,” Michael says right when the counter starts. His right hand coming up and guiding your face back to his. You hold his gaze for moment before your eyes flicker over his features.
They land on his jaw. A piece of fuzz sitting in his beard. Unconsciously, your hand raises up touching his jaw to remove the random bits. The gesture causing his heart to pick up in pace.
“There you go, you had lint or something in your beard.” You explain slightly nervous from the way he’s looking at you.
Click. The camera captures the last image. It happens to be the best one out of all of them.
“How long you staying?” He asks abruptly.
“Oh? Uhh.. until the event ends.” You brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Why do you ask?”
“Because we’re gonna need better pictures together,” he exhales with a slight nervous smile. That causes a giggle to come out your mouth.
“Agreed. I think I blinked too hard in the second one.” You admit while looking over at the screen and camera.
“And I was wondering if we could finally have a proper conversation. To know each other better. Away from all the noise and chaos of the events. If that’s cool with you.” Michael rambles on while scratching the back of his head.
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah? Good, good.
A pause happens for a moment.
“You know your mama slick right? She told me to come here because she said she made me a cake and had ribs for me.”
“A cake and ribs? Oh my..” Michael mutters under hush breath.
“Yes! A cake and ribs! She knows I’m a big back. Especially after the way I tore up that cupcake at the Golden Globes.” You snort while clapping your hands together in amusement.
“That cupcake ain’t stand a chance against you. I thought I was bad when it came to food.” He chuckles when he glances over at you. “Guess I met my match, huh?”
“I guess you did.”
Meanwhile…
“Donna, you set them up? I gotta give it to you girl. That was good.” One of the other women spoke up while watching from the window.
“What? These kids needed a push. You should’ve seen Michael when he talked about her,” Donna explained while she wiped the counter down. “Especially at the Oscars when they talked. He was very attentive with her. I’m not sure if either of them noticed the spark they had.”
“They fit together. You can tell just by looking at them.” An uncle chimes in.
“Donna expect a wedding and grandkids soon.” A cousin jokes which causes everyone to chuckle as well.
“Oh trust me, I’ve already been planning for both.”
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Summary: You and Michael both love anime. You always talk about visiting Japan if you had the chance to be free from work. Little did you know, the man was gonna make his woman’s travel dreams come true.
Disclaimer: use of the n word. Majority fluff.
(A.N. Got the idea from looking on Pinterest and seeing him in Japan. Plus, I grew up loving anime and manga and really want to visit Japan!)
“Mike, I’m so jealous of Brittany..” You mumble out a whine. It’s a Sunday morning, the day he relaxes from work and unwinds. It usually consists of eating all his favorite foods and binge watching anime.
A ritual easily adjusted to considering you’re a huge foodie and anime lover like him.
“Why you jealous of her, baby?” Michael glances over at you, a chicken enchilada half way in his mouth.
“Man, she got a custom made kimono, yukata and a furisode as gifts from Kareem. Remember I told you he went to Japan last week?” You gesture with your hands dramatically. A slight pout forming on your face as you stared at him.
That familiar deep chuckle sounds from him. Michael shakes his head, hand grabbing a napkin from the coffee table.
“Baby, you jealous because her nigga got her stuff from Japan?” Michael questions, his eyebrows raising slightly in amusement.
“Yes!” You stated without hesitation. “I want that stuff too! Along with other things. I’ve been trying to go since I declared Inuyasha as one of my many husbands.”
Michael snorted at that. “Inuyasha? Really?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with Inuyasha- you know what that’s not the point.” You stand up from the couch crossing your arms.
The sunlight beaming through the windows illuminates your deeply moisturized skin. You pace back and forth between him, a bag of potato chips in your hand as you begin to ramble.
Two of your quirks that he always adored. Michael remembers the first day he saw your quirks come out. It was when you were giving a detailed breakdown on who was the true villain in the TV sitcom ‘Girlfriends’.
Switching from the bag of chips to a bowl of donut holes. You break down your whole reason for going to Japan like it was a college thesis paper. He listened to every word. Chiming in every so often to offer different opinions and ideas.
“Baby girl, slow down before you choke like last time.” His voice snaps you out of your rambling. You pause, fingers wrapped around a donut hole ready to bite into it.
“Sorry, I just really want to go.” You let out a sigh, body plopping onto the couch. “I haven’t even used vacation time yet. Every time I go to, my supervisor is always complaining. Saying how they need me to do this or that.”
Michael watches as you bite into the sweet delicacy. The soft clink of your nails against the glass bowl echoing through the air. He studies you for a few moments.
If it’s one thing the man knows you do, is work hard. Too hard. Especially for a job that doesn’t respect you or your efforts.
“You need to quit your job.” He suggested as he leans over, pressing a tender kiss against your neck. A soft smile creeping on your lips.
“Baby, I need money and need to pay my bills. Another reason why I can’t go to Japan just yet. Niggas taking all my money.” You place another chip into your mouth. A couple of crumbs clinging to your glossy, plump lips.
He reaches up, his knuckles caressing your jaw as he wipes away the crumbs. God, do you love how attentive he is.
“You really wanna go to Japan.” The words come out more as a statement than a question.
“Mhm. I should become a bottle girl or something. Make enough money to pay bills- ah! Hehe! Baby I was joking!”
You burst into laughter as he sunk his teeth into your neck. “Keep playin’ with me. You ain’t doin shit.” As he laughed, the heat of his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Okay! Okay! I was playin. Over here biting me. Vampire Stack coming out, huh?” You joke lightly, fingers playing with the hem of his grey shirt.
“Nah, this all me. You got jokes today.” He side eyes you before focusing on the TV. “When is your next day off?”
You pause for a moment as you think about it. Michael watches you stare off into space. Another quirk of yours he adores.
“Hm, I’m usually off the weekends. I have a lot of PTO saved up as well,” a brief pause happens before you cut your eyes to his. “You taking me to Japan?”
A breath comes out his mouth, a blend of an exasperation and humor. “I ain’t say all that and I ain’t making no promises, but-“
A sharp scream erupts from your mouth like a volcano. “AHHH! MY MAN TAKING ME TO JAPAN!”
He doesn’t even have time to process what’s happening. He’s just watching his girl dance, ramble and pace all at once.
“Baby,” he says once. He doesn’t even know why he said anything. You not even paying attention to him anymore. To preoccupied with scrolling on Pinterest for outfits and TikTok for hair inspiration.
“Baby girl, babe. Jesus…baby, I know you hear me.”
“Huh?” You look up at him wide eyed.
“Focus on me. Look, let me plan it out first before you go all crazy and get to doing your thing. Aight?” He tries to hide his smile, but fails.
“Yes, yeah. You right. Hehe! I’m so excited!” You exclaim while sitting back on the couch. “Michael Bakari Jordan, you just earned yourself a voucher for 3 free lap dances from me.”
That part got him. He laughs hard at the audacity. “Only 3? C’mon girl, I’m taking you to Japan and I only get 3?? Nah, make it unlimited.”
“Okay now you just being greedy.” You roll your eyes while smiling. “I’ll give you 7.”
“No. Unlimited lap dances.” He states stubbornly.
“You can have unlimited lap dances when and only when I get a ring.”
He stares at you quietly. The words flowing through his mind. “A ring? You mean like…”
“Yes.” You deadpan.
“You deadass right now?” He asks slowly to confirm.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t. You know that.”
And he does know that. You don’t say anything serious like that without meaning it.
“Okay.” He says simply. “Let me work some things out and then we can talk about a ring.”
“No rush on any of that. Do it when you feel comfortable and ready.” A reassuring smile appears on your face.
“God really did his big one when he sent you to me.” The words slip from his mouth without hesitation. He leans over and kisses your forehead.
“Yeah he did and don’t forget it.”
“Kinda hard to forget. Especially since your ass is expensive.” He teases while chuckling.
“Excuse me? Me?! I’m expensive??” You point to yourself in disbelief. “Coming from the man whose closet is worth more and bigger than my entire existence.”
“It ain’t bigger than your forehead.”
Silence fills the space between you and him. You blink once. Twice. Next thing he knows, you swing the decorative couch pillow at him.
“Yo chill-“
“Nah nah! You wanna talk about my forehead? You got a couple more years before your hairline start receding. Old man.” You hit him again.
He gasps dramatically while looking at you like you just disrespected his entire bloodline.
“Bro, don’t be saying that. I’m still in my prime.”
“Don’t be saying I got a big forehead.”
“But you do-ayo! Chill!” He grabs your arm, yanking you into his chest. Locking you in place as he tickles you.
“Michael! Stop!”
“Nope. Talking about my hairline and my age. Just cause you younger. Gon learn today.”
“Babe!” Your laughter comes out in broken gasps and whines.
He eventually stops and places a small kiss on your lips. “I love you.”