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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.

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.”

Let’s just say, the girls were treated to a lot more Michael content, approved by the man himself.

End.

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SEPTEMBER 1985

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.

"Michael, stop." You giggled.

DECEMBER 1984

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.