angel face

18+ — mdni!

a/n: all these amazing writers have made me want to come out of retirement…and i can’t stop thinking about dada he’s so unbelievably fine. it’s been so long since i’ve written ff (10 yrs) so i’m starting w/ headcannons first; hope u enjoy! semi-proofread & lowercase intended btw…i am powered by my want for him not ai! about me post coming soon; any feedback is much appreciated and my inbox is always open 𑣲⋆

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𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who constantly uplifts you with words of affirmation. each morning, you both repeat in unison the phrases written in his careful cursive: “i am so grateful i’m a magnet for miracles.” “i am beautiful.” “i am number one.” on the days you recite with less conviction, he kisses your knuckles softly after each iteration to encourage you — pavlovian conditioning in action. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, whose reflection smirks back at you as you arch further into his chest. he rubs your clit in lazy circles, middle and ring fingers curled deep inside you, kissing your cervix. his left forearm is tucked under your breasts as he rolls your right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. making you watch him bring you to ecstasy is better than any orgasm he might have. your eyes screw shut in embarrassment at the sight. “mike…please,” you whine. “you look so beautiful like this, baby. be a good girl — meet my eyes and tell me you know.”

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who sees you as his precious babydoll. he quietly studies the fashions and aesthetics you gravitate towards, the size of your wardrobe is almost comparable to his. your sensual nature makes you inclined to silky pajama sets and gauzy lingerie. fashion shows are frequent at your shared home. the latest piece? a sheer nude chemise and matching thong, glittering softly under the warm light. you giggle shyly as michael fixates on your every curve. “do you like it?” you say, turning slowly like a rotisserie chicken. he looks at you as if you are. “i absolutely love it, doll,” michael takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “such impeccable taste.”

𓏲ּ𝄢 such impeccable taste indeed. mature!michael after dark who, shortly after making love to you — courtesy of the sexy chemise — discreetly picks up your discarded thong, encased in your essence from last night. though you’ve been suspicious but can’t confirm, michael has a secret stash of your used panties, saving them for the days or weeks he might spend away from you. sometimes he keeps it in his suit pocket, sneaking away in between meetings to get a quick whiff, as the comfort can quickly teeter towards an insatiable desire. michael drives himself insane in his hotel room with your scent, spending hours smelling, sucking, and releasing into countless pairs of your panties. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who loves to sit you in front of the bathroom mirror after a shower so you can watch him massage your body, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder blades, spine, hip bones, and painted toes as he works you from your head to your soles. if he weren’t a superstar, you think, could he have been a world-renowned masseuse? you close your eyes, head lulling back as you enter ultimate bliss, and michael’s laugh rumbles lowly. “enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” “always…” “that’s what i aim to hear. in fact, that’s what i live for,” stating plainly and smiling up at you lovingly.  

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, who also, after taking the liberty of kneading the expensive oils and butters he gifted you onto your naked, glazed frame, uses both his large hands to spread your ass, one palm for each globe. the arousal sparks deep and low in your womb, folds already threatening to glisten like the rest of your body. your face flames as you automatically attempt to press your thighs together, but michael’s hands firmly keep your position. “don’t get all shy on me angel, just wanna let you see how tantalizing all of you is.” he takes the pad of his middle finger and slides from your pearl, to your pooling entrance, to your perineum, to the tight pucker of your asshole, groaning lowly as he explores you until you’re a needy mess. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who loves to shower you with presents despite your frequent refusals. your past partners made you feel guilty for wanting more thoughtfulness in your relationship. you prayed your next lover would be attentive and spoil you rotten. yet, you never expected it’d be of this magnitude: romantic getaways around the globe, dainty, modest jewelry that cost thousands upon thousands, investments in your personal and creative endeavors…just to name a few. “honey, this is absolutely too much. i don’t know how you can expect me to accept this.” michael surprised you with your very own home library. the room had cherry wood floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with literary classics, fairytales, and personal favorites; couches with cushions like quicksand that threaten an afternoon nap rather than finishing the next chapter in front of you; and matching desks — side by side, of course — so you and michael can work on your respective projects without leaving one another’s sight. “only the best for my lady,” michael croons, his bambi eyes attempting to wink. 

𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, who insists on the gift of overstimulation. the filthy expressions your face contorts into and the tremors of your body he so lovingly studies pay off when providing you pleasure. michael knows when you really need to tap out, and pushes the limit every time. 

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Crush on you. part one

summary: you’re the industry’s most eccentric star, while tabloids debate your love life, one man watches from afar with stars in his eyes and that is thee Marlon Jackson and everyone can see that Marlon sf very infatuated with you, some say he has a crush on you

contains: ussage of y/n, some drama, reader is inspired by monaleo

notes: inspired by the song Crush on you by lil kim

“so y/n” the interviewer started, leaning forward with a slick smile. “that’s me” you purred flashing a smile

“you’ve received countless awards, been on multiple magazines, even play boy and your always a hot topic, how does that feel”

You shrugged, your diamond earrings catching the light.

“It feels amazing,” you answered without hesitation. “I worked hard for every headline with my name in it and i couldn’t be more grateful”

“speaking of headlines… critics have one question they never stop asking.” she leaned in dramatically. “how is someone like you still single? some people even say you’re… too much and that you can’t keep a man because of it”

“and what if I am too much?” you tilted your head. “would you rather I be boring and basic?”

A few people behind the cameras chuckled.

“and let’s clear something else up.” You crossed one leg over the other

“I can keep a man.”

You paused just long enough for the cameras to zoom in.

“they just can’t keep me.” the crowd erupted into cheers and applause while the interviewer could only laugh, shaking her head.

“and what about the ones who say you’re a player?” she asked and you let out a dramatic sigh, playfully rolling your eyes before leaning back in your chair

“there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun” you said with a shrug. “let’s clear the air, I have never dated two guys at the same time, and I’ve never dated anyone for less than two months nor jumped from one relationship to another without some sort of healing time, I’m not messy but honestly? that’s all in the past now. I’m ready to settle down”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. “Settle down as in… marriage?” “no, not necessarily.” you smiled. “I mean settle down as in finding someone I genuinely enjoy being with. Someone I can build with long-term. If marriage comes from that, then great, but I’m not rushing to the altar just because the tabloids think it’s time.”

“so you’re finally looking for something serious?”

“exactly,” you nodded. “I’m done entertaining people who don’t know what they want. If you’re going to pursue me, come correct or don’t come at all.”

“Would you ever consider something like that… with Marlon Jackson?” the interviewer asked, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

you blinked.

“Marlon Jackson?” you repeated, trying to hide your surprise.

“Yeah.” she laughed. “word around town is he has quite the crush on you.”

The audience erupted into a chorus of oohs as every camera immediately zoomed in, hoping to catch your reaction.

tou couldn’t help but smile, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. “well…” you began, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “like I said, I don’t know him that well but…” a grin tugged at the corners of your lips “I do think he’s very handsome”

The crowd broke into cheers as the interviewer laughed.

“so you’re saying there’s a chance?”

You playfully shrugged.

“I’m saying if he ever wanted to introduce himself properly…” You looked straight into the camera with a teasing smile. “…I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Marlon, if you’re watching,” the interviewer joked, “there’s your invitation.”

A few days later…

The interview had spread like wildfire.

Every newspaper seemed to have the same headline.

“Y/N Says Marlon Jackson Is ‘Very Handsome.’”

“Is Hollywood’s New It Couple Already in the Making?”

“so, Marlon," the interviewer said, leaning back with a knowing grin. "your new project is getting a lot of buzz but let's be honest... that's not the only thing people are talking about lately."

Marlon chuckled, looking down and adjusting his watch. He already knew exactly where this was going. “oh yeah?”

“the word on the street is a certain superstar” she teased, dropping your name into the microphone. “two weeks ago, right here in this studio, y/n called you 'very handsome.' the clip went viral. How did it feel hearing that?”

Marlon immediately bit his lower lip, a bright, helpless blush creeping up his cheeks. He tried to play it cool, leaning back in his chair, but his eyes were practically sparkling.

“She said that?”

“You haven’t seen the interview?”

“I’ve… heard about it.”

the audience erupted into laughter at how obviously flustered he was.

“So,” the interviewer leaned forward with a teasing smile, “are the rumors true? do you have a crush on y/n?”

Marlon rubbed the back of his neck. “…Maybe.”

“Maybe?” the interviewer repeated.

He laughed nervously. “Okay… yeah.”

The audience screamed.

“I mean…” he shrugged bashfully. “can you blame me? she’s very beautiful, she’s talented, she’s funny…” He paused, smiling to himself. “and she’s just… different.”

the interviewer smirked.

“different in a good way?” “in the best possible way.”

“you know a lot of men have called her ‘too much.’”

Marlon frowned almost instantly.

“I never understood that.” He shook his head “if anything, that’s what I like about her.”

The audience let out a collective aww.

“she’s not 'too much.' she’s exactly what a star is supposed to be. ahe’s bold, she’s beautiful, she’s entirely herself, and she doesn't apologize for it. I love that about her. In a world full of people trying to fit in, she stands out. you can't put a flame like that in a box..” he explained and then laughed softly. “I actually think that’s pretty attractive.”

“are you saying you could keep up with her?”

Marlon flashed a brilliant, confident smile, a playful spark returning to his eyes. He thought about your comment, how a man could never keep you and he was more than ready for the challenge.

“oh, I can definitely keep up”

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pairing: jermajesty jackson x black fem!reader summary: america has some warnings... but mainly for you. cw: loveisland!au, use of the n word, slight argument, 3.2k words. one. two. three. four. five (current).

୨୧ bad!michael x reader | m. list

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 + 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅), 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 & 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽), 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 (𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼/𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼), 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒/𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.

ᝰ 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 , 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 .ᐟ

the ballroom shimmered beneath layers of crystal and gold, chandeliers casting warm light over polished floors that reflected the slow sweep of evening gowns and shining dress shoes. laughter drifted through the air in soft waves, blending with the gentle melody of the orchestra tucked away near the back of the room. waiters moved gracefully between clusters of guests balancing silver trays, the scent of expensive perfume lingering alongside champagne and fresh flowers arranged at every table.

beyond the towering windows, the city glittered against the dark sky, but inside, time seemed to soften around the music and conversation, settling into the kind of elegance reserved for nights people would talk about long after they were over.

you knew rooms like this almost as well as michael did.

the flash of cameras at the entrance had long since faded into the background, as familiar as the weight of the diamond earrings brushing against your neck or the soft ache in your feet after hours spent smiling beneath bright lights. people greeted you by name as often as they greeted him; fellow artists, producers, dancers, executives who’d watched your career rise alongside his.

there were compliments on your latest performance, questions about upcoming projects, praise delivered with effortless charm. you were wearing a black floor-length gown covered in shimmering embellishments, featuring a structured corset bodice with delicate lace-trimmed cups and a sweetheart neckline. the fitted silhouette hugged your figure before flowing into a dramatic train, while a high thigh slit added movement and elegance, it showed off your black strappy heels.

still, when michael’s hand found the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd, you leaned into him instinctively, grateful for the familiar steadiness of the person who knew you not as a performer, but simply as you.

michael knew the girl who kicked off her heels under the table when her feet hurt, who stole bites from his dessert when she claimed she wasn’t hungry, who sang unfinished melodies around the house while folding laundry.

“well don’t you look beautiful,” teena marie approached. you squealed, giving her the tightest hug. when you first gotten into the music industry, aside from michael, she was there to walk you through everything. “thank you so much! you look gorgeous as well.”

“i love your new single, girl! wish i was there to see it be made,” you poked your bottom lip out. “teena, my next album you’ll definitely be on. we need to keep in contact!”

you felt michael pull away, only to look up to see him and quincy jones walking away towards the bar, talking. you didn’t notice, but as you and teena marie were exchanging contact information, he looked at you every few minutes.

just checking your expression, seeing if you were uncomfortable at all. it was instinct by now.

because as glamorous as evenings like these appeared from the outside, michael knew they could become exhausting just as quickly.

he knew the slight tightening around your eyes meant your heels were beginning to ache, he knew the way you absentmindedly adjusted the diamond bracelet at your wrist whenever too many people demanded your attention at once, he knew when your smiles became polite instead of genuine.

and every time his gaze found you, you were smiling.

laughing softly at something teena had said, your hand resting over your heart as you tilted your head back in amusement. the train of your gown pooled elegantly behind you, shimmering beneath the chandelier light each time you shifted your weight.

a small smile tugged at the corners of michael’s mouth.

“you hear anything i just said?” quincy asked dryly.

michael blinked before letting out a sheepish laugh.

“sorry.” quincy followed his line of sight until he spotted you across the ballroom.

“you’ve been checking on her all night.”

michael didn’t look away. “she’s so beautiful. just making sure she’s okay.”

quincy hummed knowingly. “she looks more than okay.”

and you did. radiant, even. the kind of beautiful that couldn’t be recreated by makeup artists or designer gowns alone.

michael’s smile softened. “i know.”

as if sensing his attention, you glanced across the room. for a moment, the noise around you faded beneath the orchestra’s melody.

your eyes found his immediately.

and just like always, he smiled first.

without thinking, you smiled back.

neither of you noticed the woman weaving through the crowd toward michael until a voice interrupted the quiet exchange.

“michael,” she said brightly, already extending a hand toward him. “i was wondering… would you mind if i borrowed you for one dance?”

the question hung in the air for a beat too long. michael blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

“oh,” he said softly, glancing toward the woman before instinctively looking for you again.

you were still standing with teena, though your conversation had slowed. from across the ballroom, you couldn’t make out what had been said, only the way the woman smiled up at him expectantly.

quincy noticed the hesitation immediately.

“go on,” he nudged with an amused smile. “it’s one dance.”

michael’s eyes drifted back to yours.

even from several feet away, you offered him a reassuring smile, lifting one shoulder in a small shrug as if to say, it’s okay.

because what else were you supposed to do?

walk across the ballroom and say no?

tell a room full of industry legends and flashing cameras that the thought of another woman dancing with your husband made something unpleasant twist in your stomach? you swallowed past it instead.

“it’s fine,” you mouthed.

michael hesitated.

he knew that smile.

knew the careful way you held yourself whenever you were trying to be agreeable. knew the difference between your genuine reassurance and the smile you wore when you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.

still, with dozens of eyes lingering nearby and the woman waiting politely in front of him, he gave you one last uncertain look before nodding.

“just one dance.” he told the woman.

the orchestra shifted into another slow number as he offered the woman his hand.

teena glanced between the two of you.

“…you good?” she asked quietly.

your eyes followed michael as he stepped onto the dance floor.

the chandeliers scattered gold across the polished floor beneath his feet. his dark suit stood out amongst the sea of glittering gowns, and even now, years into your marriage, you couldn’t deny the way people naturally gravitated toward him.

you forced your attention back to teena. yes, you knew you were secure in your marriage, but out of all the men, why your husband?

“of course,” you answered smoothly.

then, after a pause,

“…it’s just one dance.”

you weren’t sure whether you were trying to convince her or yourself.

you stayed rooted near the edge of the ballroom for a moment longer, eyes drifting back toward michael as he moved across the dance floor with the woman who’d asked him first. it was nothing, just a polite hand at her waist, the careful spacing between them, the professionalism he carried everywhere, but your chest still tightened in a way you refused to name.

“teena!”

a familiar voice cut through the hum of the room before you could think too much about it.

you turned just in time to see rick james stepping into her space with an exaggerated grin, already offering his hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “hey, y/n,” you exchanged greetings.

teena laughed, rolling her eyes.

“oh, here you go,” she said, shaking her head, but she was smiling as she accepted anyway.

“don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me,” rick teased, already guiding her toward the dance floor.

“boy, i wasn’t waiting for you,” she shot back, though she didn’t resist as he pulled her into the growing crowd of couples.

you let out a small breath as she disappeared into the movement of the room, the edge of your conversation dissolving with her.

and just like that, you were alone.

it wasn’t dramatic, nobody noticed, or so you thought. the ballroom didn’t shift or pause or make space for it.

you adjusted your dress out of habit, glancing down at the shimmer of fabric at your waist. across the room, michael was still dancing, still smiling politely, still occasionally looking in your direction when he thought no one would notice.

you looked away first this time.

a few seconds passed. then a few more.

you told yourself you were fine standing there. that you didn’t need to follow anyone around a room just to feel settled. that it was childish, really, to feel the absence of someone’s presence so much when you were surrounded by so many people.

“hey.” the voice came from your side.

you turned.

babyface stood there with an easy expression, hands loosely at his sides, watching you like he already understood more than he was saying. “hi, kenneth.”

he glanced out toward the dance floor for half a second, then back to you.

“mm,” he hummed. “you look like you’re about two seconds away from plotting something.” a reluctant laugh slipped out before you could stop it.

“I’m fine,” you said automatically.

“yeah?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “because from over there, it looked like you were having a very serious conversation with your own thoughts.”

you opened your mouth, then closed it again.

he followed your gaze without needing to ask, taking in the scene in front of you, the couples moving slowly across the floor, the shimmer of gowns, the ease of michael’s presence in the middle of it all.

then he looked back at you.

“c’mon,” he said simply.

you frowned slightly. “where?”

he nodded toward the dance floor.

“either you keep standing here pretending you’re not watching your husband,” he said, “or you come dance with me.”

you hesitated.

just for a second.

it was ridiculous, really. you knew that. there was nothing happening. nothing to worry about. just music, and movement, and a ballroom full of people who would forget this night by morning.

still…

you placed your hand in his.

“…one dance,” you agreed quietly.

and somewhere across the room, without you noticing just yet, michael turned his head.

he saw you before he understood what he was seeing.

at first it was just movement, your dress catching the light as you stepped onto the dance floor, the way babyface’s hand settled at a careful, respectful distance as he guided you into the rhythm. and for a second, michael told himself it was fine. it was just you being polite. just you matching the tone of the room like you always did.

babyface chuckled lowly, “i’m gonna spin you around, when you turn, look at rick and teena,” he spinned you, then you laughed. rick and teena were looking at each other like they wanted to take each other down right then and there.

it was small, but something in michael’s chest tightened immediately.

he didn’t even realize he’d stopped dancing until the woman in front of him tilted her head.

“michael?” he blinked, forcing himself back into the moment. “sorry.”

but his eyes were already back on you.

babyface said something to you that made you shake your head, smiling like you were trying not to. michael watched the way your shoulders relaxed, the way your hand stayed in his, the way you weren’t looking for him anymore.

that was what did it.

not the dance.

not babyface.

it was the fact that you looked… okay without him right there beside you.

“you seem distracted,” the woman said lightly, trying to follow his gaze.

“no,” michael answered too quickly.

then softer, almost under his breath, “i’m fine.”

but he wasn’t watching her anymore.

he was watching you.

and when babyface said something that made you laugh again, really laugh this time, head tilting back slightly, completely at ease, michael excused himself.

“i’m sorry,” he said abruptly, already stepping away.

“wait — michael?” the woman called after him, confused.

he didn’t stop.

he crossed the ballroom without thinking, weaving through slow-moving couples and serious conversations, eyes locked on one point like everything else had blurred out.

you didn’t see him coming.

not until babyface leaned in slightly and muttered, “yeah… i think i just got replaced.”

you frowned. “what?”

and then you felt it. the shift in the air behind you. warmth at your back. familiar presence before he spoke.

“can i have my wife back?”

your breath caught slightly.

babyface looked over your shoulder, already smiling like he knew exactly what was happening.

“man,” he said, amused, “i was just trying to keep her company.”

“i know, kenneth,” michael replied, voice calm, but tight in a way only you would recognize.

he stepped closer, not touching yet, but close enough that you felt it everywhere.

“i just didn’t like it.”

you turned your head slightly. “didn’t like what?”

his eyes flicked to babyface for half a second, then back to you.

“seeing you like that.”

“like what?”

he hesitated. then, quieter:

“happy with someone else holding your hand.”

babyface immediately lifted both hands in surrender. “i’m gone, i’m gone.”

he let go of you gently, stepping back with a grin. “you owe me that dance back someday.”

“deal,” you said automatically, still looking at michael.

babyface disappeared into the crowd, while michael pulled you away from it.

and now it was just you and him. the music kept going like nothing had changed.

“you okay?” he asked softly.

you blinked. “i’m fine.”

he raised an eyebrow, almost imperceptibly. you sighed.

“…you were jealous.” you stated, matter-of-factly.

a pause.

then, honest and immediate:

“…yeah.”

your lips parted slightly. he didn’t look away.

“i didn’t like it,” he repeated, quieter now. “i know it was nothing. i know that. i just—”

he exhaled, shaking his head a little like he was annoyed at himself.

“you’re my wife.”

you stared at him for a second.

then, against your will, you smiled.

“…you’re ridiculous.”

“i know,” he said, finally letting out a breath that sounded almost like relief. “come here.”

he pulled you closer to him by your waist, popcorn kissing your face. “ugh, i’m sorry,” he whispered, following up with a “can we just go home?”

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now here you were.

on the limo floor bill was driving; dress bunched up to your hips, heels still on, black lace panties pulled to the side, getting slutted out.

“fuck..” he groaned into your ear, his face hidden in your neck. his movements were slow, like he was making love to you.

your hands made your way to his back, mouth falling open and eyes hazy. he leaned back a little to see your face. "beautiful," he stared lovingly. you moaned almost a little too loud in response, causing him to put 2 fingers in your mouth, his other hand coming up to grip your neck.

"wish you could see you through my eyes."

you felt him hit your spot again, and again, making your eyes roll back and tighten around him. "go ahead, i got you." he assured as he kissed your cheeks. one of your hands moved to grip his blazer as your orgasm rushed over you. you felt as if you were seeing stars.

he slowed down a little more, letting you ride out your high. "you okay?" he looked at you as he pulled out softly. "i'm fine." you smiled.

he got up, moving up to the seats, bringing you with him as he positioned you over him. "my legs-"

"its okay baby, if you feel overwhelmed i'm right here."

you smiled, positioning the tip over your entrance, putting it in yourself. he bit his lip, watching as you sunk down on him, his hands wrapping around your waist.

you rode slowly at first, still feeling your previous orgasm but then over a couple of minutes you sped up.

you gasped, looking down at where y'all connected.

"y/n, i love you."

you looked back up, moaning out an "i love you too." he smiled.

you then leaned on his chest, feeling tired. he took the initiative and started fucking up into you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "you should’ve walked over there and smacked her. i adore you, lady," he groaned. you can tell he was getting close.

you tilted your head up at him as he sped up, causing you to get there yourself too. "yeah baby?" you suggested as he kissed your forehead.

“mmm," he moaned, his thrusts getting sloppier. “let me cum inside of you beautiful.” you nodded, eyes half-lidded as you came together.

bill then turned the music down, “y’all are home,” he said as the limo came to a halt.

୨୧ 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋!𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 "𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉" 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗇, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌. 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗒𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 / 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒/𝗇!!, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒), 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 (𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒), 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 ⟶ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝖽𝗄, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝟥 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌…

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every magazine seemed to have michael’s face plastered across the cover.

every checkout aisle you walked through, newsstands you passed by, record stores. everywhere.

just for thriller. 

the album and the artist everyone was talking about.

the album he’d spent months obsessing over.

the album you'd listened to in countless unfinished versions while sitting in recording studios at ridiculous hours of the night.

you remembered the stressed and the perfectionism that came with it. like the way he'd call you after sessions and ramble for at least 30 minutes straight about tiny details nobody else would ever notice.

now all the sucess, the praise, and attention was finally happening. you couldn’t have been prouder of your bestfriend. nobody deserved it more.

but unfortunately, the magazines didn't just want to talk about the album.

and without fail, on any random page, there she was.

ola ray. the beautiful actress from the thriller music video.

photos from the set, photos from interviews, photos of them laughing together between takes.

of course people talked, and you tried to not let it bother you. truly.

"they'd make a cute couple."

"look at the way he's looking at her."

"something's definitely going on."

it was difficult when your feelings for your bestfriend weren’t really a secret to yourself anymore. you loved him for about 2 years now.

2 years of lingering glances, 2 years of getting butterflies every time he called, 2 years of pretending your heart didn't do ridiculous things whenever he smiled at you, 2 years of convincing yourself you were perfectly happy just being his friend.

that 2 years was long enough that it had become a part of you. you learned to smile through it. at least most of the time.

then came the party.

it was some industry gathering that quincy had thrown to celebrate the success of the album.

and judging by the guest list, it seemed like half of hollywood had shown up. actors, musicians, producers, executives, photographers. people whose names appeared in newspapers every day.

before the party even got out there, you'd received your invitation weeks ago, personally delivered by michael himself after he'd shown up at your front door waving it around dramatically.

“you’re coming.” 

not a question. a statement.

you remembered laughing. "do i have a choice?"

"nope. the party starts at 7. i’ll see you later, i have to go the studio to go through some revisions.” he spoke before he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “bye.”

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

when you walked in the ballroom at 7:15-ish, the first thing you noticed wasn’t the music or the crowd of celebrites.

you and michael’s eyes found each other like it was instinct, like he looked like he was waiting for you. 

he was standing near the center of the ballroom with quincy, engaged in what looked like a serious conversation. quincy was speaking animatedly, one hand moving around as he talked about the album. 

probably the adversity that came with trying to top off the wall, something he also often talked about.

but michael wasn’t listening anymore because here you were. his favorite person ever.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

you looked so good to him, breathtaking if you must.

you were wearing a fitted cream mini dress with draping and flowing cape-style sleeves, paired with gold statement heels, and a matching gold clutch. your long hair was in a silk press, side part with soft curls on the end.

michael felt his heart skip. it was silly, he’d see you a thousand times before.

he smiled while he looked you up and down whilst you waved with a shy smile on your own face.

"michael."

quincy's voice snapped him back.

he blinked. "hm?"

quincy followed his gaze then laughed. "oh."

michael immediately looked away. only made quincy laugh harder.

across the room, however, you never got the chance to walk over.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

“y/n!” rebbie yelled, catching your attention and turning to your left.

“hey, rebbie.” you shared a hug when she approached. 

“me, ‘toya, and janet were waiting on you,” she smiled. “really? awww, guys.” you put a hand over your heart.

she laughed as she pulled you to where all 4 of you would sit.

“look who finally decided to join us,” janet teased as you took a seat. “mhm. you’re lucky you’re fashionably late. you look beautiful,” la toya complimented as janet nodded her head.“thanks guys,” you giggled as your cheeks warmed.

you finally had a chance to glance around the ballroom. 

the place was already packed.

servers moved through the crowd carrying trays, people clustered together in groups, music played softly overhead.

"i wasn't expecting so many people to be here,” you reached up and grabbed a drink from a passing tray. “is it good?” you asked the sisters before they nodded with a smile on their faces. you took a sip.

“so.. where’s michael? la toya asked casually, tilting her head. you nearly choked already, settling it down.

“why are you asking me?” you glanced up. three identical smirks appeared across the table.

“because you’re usually attached at the hip,” rebbie answered.

“false,” you made a thin line with your mouth, rolling your eyes. “ugh, you guys are insufferable.”

“yet, we’re right,” janet raised her brows, as if to signal something. 

before you could come up with a comeback, a familiar voice spoke behind you.

"there you are,” you turned around. michael stood there smiling, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black slacks.

"hi."

"hi." his grin widened. "i've been looking for you, pretty. c’mon lets go talk,” michael glanced toward his sisters.

all 3 of them were watching. closely.

"somewhere else."

immediately, janet let out an exaggerated gasp. "oh my god."

"janet,” rebbie swatted her. "he wants privacy." you couldn't help laughing as michael rolled his eyes.

finally, he extended his hand. "c'mon."

without thinking, you took it and tried not to notice how naturally your fingers fit together.

he led you away from the table and toward one of the quieter hallways connected to the ballroom.

it was away from the music, away from the crowd, away from his sisters' nosy stares.

once you settled he spoke. “firstly, you look beautiful, y/n. so pretty,” you blushed. “thank you, angelface. you look handsome yourself.” he mumbled a ‘thank you’ as he stared at the floor, presumably blushing himself.

"so," you started, "what was so important?"

michael looked suddenly nervous. he rubbed the back of his neck as he raised his head. he was never nervous when it came to you. this had to be important.

"well..." you waited. "i was kinda wondering if maybe—"

"michael!" both of you turned. there she was.

ola ray.

beautiful. effortlessly beautiful.

she approached with a bright smile. "there you are." michael blinked. "oh. hi."

"i've been looking everywhere for you."

you immediately took a step back, just enough to create some distance. ola didn't seem to notice.

..or maybe she did. either way, she moved right beside him. "they want us for more pictures."

"right now?"

"yeah,” she laughed. "they've been asking."

you watched them. how easy conversation was. the comfortable smiles. the way she lightly touched his arm. something ugly twisted in your chest.

michael looked back toward you almost apologetically. "just give me one second—"

"it's okay. this night’s about you, michael.”

he frowned. "you sure?"

you forced a smile. “yeah. i promise.” his eyes lingered like he wanted to say something else.

"i'll find you later."

you nodded. "okay." he smiled then disappeared back into the crowd with ola.

you stood there for a moment still, trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. 

it wasn't like michael had done anything wrong. ola needed him for pictures. that was all.

that was completely normal.

completely professional.

completely reasonable.

you swallowed hard and headed back toward the table.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

the second you sat down, all three sisters looked up. waiting.

"well?" janet asked. 

you blinked. "well what?"

"what did he want?"

you reached for your drink. "nothing." three pairs of eyes narrowed simultaneously.

"nothing?" rebbie repeated.

"nothing."

"michael pulled you away from a party to say nothing?"

you pointed at la toya. "exactly."

"what does that even mean?"

"it means nothing happened."

janet leaned forward. "did he confess his undying love? what actually happened?" she teased.

"what happened?" janet caught your hesitation, a frown appearing on your face. 

"ola came. she didn’t even speak or acknowledge the fact that i was standing there,” you sighed.

"oh, baby,” la toya said. you groaned.

rebbie reached over and squeezed your hand. "you okay?"

"i'm fine."

it came out too quickly. judging by the expressions around the table.. nobody believed you. you looked away before any of them could challenge you.

you turned your head. janet glanced across the room, following your gaze before you could stop her.

there they were.

michael and ola standing near a group of photographers.

"you know those pictures don't mean anything."

you forced a laugh. "who said they did?" silence stretched across the table.

a few seconds later, michael looked up from across the room, his eyes immediately finding yours. he lifted a hand, smiling. you smiled back. you couldn't help it. for a second, it almost made you feel better.

until ola leaned closer and said something that made him laugh. suddenly you couldn't sit there anymore.

your smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived. “can we go to the bathroom?” you turned backed to the girls. whatever they saw on your face had them standing almost immediately.

“lets go, baby,” la toya spoke softly.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

the second the door swung shut behind you, janet turned around.

“okay.”

you blinked. “what?”

“what’s wrong?” 

you rolled your eyes at the questions, stepping around her to get to the mirror.

“does this have anything to do with michael?” she added.

“what? no.” la toya raised her brows as she leaned against the wall. “jan’.. that means yes.”

you scoffed. “no. they’re just working together.” 

..not even you believed that.

suddenly, the bathroom felt too small and too bright. “i’m gonna get some air. should’ve did that from the jump.” you sighed.

janet immediately frowned. "y/n—"

"i'll be back. will you be at the table?” janet reluctantly nodded.

before anyone could stop you, you turned, walking out the bathroom.

once you stepped foot out to the ballroom, you could spot everyone around but michael.

you shrugged off the thought of him and headed toward the balcony.

as soon as your approached the sliding glass door, you noticed it was left open some. the glare from the lights in the ballroom made it difficult to see if anyone was outside.

then you heard familiar voices. michael and marlon.

you weren’t trying to listen, turning around to find another exit before you heard a laugh.

“c’mon mike, she’s beautiful. you gotta do something about it.”

you felt your stomach tighten before your feet stopped.

“i know,” you heard michael say. your heart sank.

“so what’s stopping you?” marlon teased. the way they always did. you should’ve walked away, but you still stood frozen.

you heard a sigh. “it’s complicated.”

“yeah..” marlon quieted down now. a long silence followed. after that moment, michael finally spoke.

“but i don’t want anyone else..”

now you heard your heart beating loudly in your ears. clearly, obviously, he was talking about her.

who else could he have meant? 

finally, you walked away before either brother noticed you were there. you felt heat creep to your face.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

when you went back to the table, you immediately found janet talking to latoya whilst rebbie just watched them, listening.

the second they saw you, they stop conversing and their expressions changed immediately because apparently whatever was written all over your face wasn’t subtle.

at all.

“y/n?” rebbie sat up straighter. “what happened?”

your eyes welled up, burning at the question. that was all it took.

janets expression dropped. “oh no.”

a tear slipped down your cheek. you covered your face, embarrassed. they immediately got up. “i'm sorry, we have to go back to the bathroom,” you muffled.

and they were quick on their feet, shielding you as you walked so no one caught a glimpse of what was happening.

it all hit you at once. the jealousy, insecurity, hurt. all of it.

“hey, hey,” rebbie rubbed your arms once you stepped back into the bathroom. la toya locked the door.

“talk to us.” 

"michael and marlon." the sisters went still.

“did they say anything?” la toya asked.

"they were talking about ola."

 janet's eyebrows shot up. "ola?" you nodded.

"marlon said she was beautiful.. and michael agreed,” your voice cracked. "then marlon asked what was stopping him." the girls listened carefully. "and michael said it was complicated." rebbie's face softened.

she already knew where this was going.

"and then..." you took a shaky breath. "he said he didn't want anyone else." you laughed weakly. "stupid, right?"

"y/n—" la toya attempted to start.

"i mean, obviously he was talking about her,” your eyes filled again. "and that's okay." it clearly wasn't.

"it'snotlikewe'retogether,” you rambled together. "hecanlikewhoeverhewants." your voice broke. "i just..." the tears came harder now. "i just wish it didn't hurt so much."

you were full on bawling.

janet's heart shattered instantly. she pulled you into a hug before you could stop her. "oh, baby." you buried your face against her shoulder. you were humiliated. 

"i'm so sorry."

"don't apologize,” rebbie squeezed your hand. "ever."

you laughed through your tears. "he doesn't even know i love him."

the sisters exchanged looks.

that wasn't exactly news.. everyone knew. everyone except michael.

apparently.

“like i matter that much to him.”

“you do,” janet mumbled. la toya’s and rebbie’s face softened.

rebbie stepped a little closer. “listen to me,” she said softly. “what you heard… it’s not the full story.”

“people say things,” la toya added. “and michael especially.. he doesn’t always say what he actually means in the way you think he does.”

“okay,” janet said suddenly.

you looked up. “okay what?”

she wiped under your eyes with her thumb. “we’re fixing this.”

your brows furrowed. “janet—”

“nope,” she cut you off. “no more spiraling. no more crying in bathrooms. no more ‘he probably means her.’ we’re done.”

“she’s right,” la toya nodded.

“we’re going back out there. we have your back regardless.” 

rebbie grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser, handing them to janet as she wiped the rest of your face off. 

you were so glad you went bare face tonight.

 “ready?” you hesitantly nodded.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

across the ballroom, the balcony doors slid open.

michael stepped back inside, still talking to marlon until his eyes found your table.

his smile appeared instantly without a second thought.

then he noticed your face. the smile vanished and stomach dropped.

you were crying. 

why were you crying?

his gaze flickered between you and his sisters: janet's arm around your shoulders, rebbie holding your hand, la toya looking concerned.

something was wrong.

"what happened?" marlon followed his line of sight, frowing.

"uh oh." michael barely heard him.

because now you were standing, grabbing your clutch from rebbies free hand, and shaking your head as janet said something.

"where's she going?" michael's chest tightened.

because you weren't smiling, weren't laughing, weren't looking at him.

you weren't looking at him at all.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

“i think i’m just gonna go home.. i can’t stay the rest of the night. i don’t really feel too well.” 

janet frowned as she leaned to give you a hug. “goodnight, y/n. i completely understand. i hope you feel better,” she spoke as she rubbed your back.

“bye, y/n. i hope you feel better as well.” la toya hugged.

“call us if you need anything. we mean it,” rebbie said as la toya pulled away, hugging you with a kiss to your cheek.

“you sure you’re okay to leave alone?” she asked softly.

you nodded a little too fast. “yeah. i just wanna go home.”

she leaned in and hugged you one more time, tighter this time, like she didn’t want to let go too quickly.

“call me when you get home,” she whispered. you nodded against her shoulder. “i will.”

rebbie gave you one last squeeze before stepping back. “drive safe, baby.”

“i promise.”

la toya opened her mouth like she was going to add something else, then stopped herself, just giving you a softer look instead.

“we love you,” she said simply.

“love you too,” you managed.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

after that, everything changed. for the both of you.

over the next 3 days: you took longer to return michael’s messages, stopped stopping by hayvenhurst, and eventually started distracting yourself altogether.

janet, latoya, and rebbie still checked on you given the circumstances.

but still.. whenever they invited you over, you magically had plans.

though, when you did answer the phone for michael, it was just a hi and a bye. you always came up with an excuse, just “finding” something to do.

you hated yourself for it. everytime you thought about what he said, you physically felt sick.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

meanwhile, at the studio or even just in his room, michael was completely confused.

one day everything had been normal then the next, you were gone.

“aye mike, you good?” teddy asked the third day while him and michael sat at the mixing board. he was deep in thought.

“yeah.. give me a second,” he said as he got up, stepping outside to clear his head.

when he stepped out, he looked up at the sky. 

is there something i did?

is she really busy?

did i not talk to her much that night?

with a sigh, he dropped his head to look at the ground with a shake to his head. whatever was wrong, he was gonna get down to the bottom of it.

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one morning, janet finally convinced you to come over.

“this afternoon. please,” she begged over the phone. “an hour. an hour and a half max.”

you sighed. you owed it to her honestly. she didn’t have anything to do with it and it wasn’t her fault. she just got caught in the crossfire.

so you did.

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when she opened the door, she practically squealed. “oh my gosh, you look beautiful!” she gestured to your outfit before pulling you into a hug.

you were wearing a soft baby pink draped top with a ruched fit, paired with grey tailored pants that were detailed with a baby pink ribbon bow. you wore pink heeled sandals, a pink matching shoulder bag. you threw on a gold jewelry stack and diamond stud earrings.

when you stepped inside, following janet to the living room.

when you sat on the couch, you slid off your sandals and curled up on the couch.

“what’s all that commotion?” you heard a voice upstairs before they came downstairs. 

marlon.

“hey, y/n.” he pratically yelled. 

you internally screamed. “hi, marlon.” you waved.

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upstairs, in michaels room where he sat, his ears perked after hearing marlons voice.

where you here or were you on the phone?

“hi, marlon,” he’d heard clearly. his heart fluttered. after not talking to him for whatever reason, for god knows how long, his heart fluttered.

his person was in his house.

a few moments later, he heard your familiar laugh at something, to which he could assume, janet had just said.

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"and then he tried to blame it on me," she said, throwing her hands up.

you laughed. "janet."

"i'm serious."

"no way."

"yes way."

you shook your head, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. the last few weeks had been miserable.

“so..” she started with a sigh. “how have you been?”

you smiled. “good, been distracting myself. i think it’s healthy coping mechanisms,” you shared a laugh.

you'd spent most of your ‘distractions’ avoiding phone calls, avoiding hayvenhurst, avoiding michael. which had proven harder than expected considering he'd called nearly every day.

sometimes twice, sometimes three times. regardless, you never answered.

janet was midway through another story when footsteps sounded from the staircase.

you didn't think anything of it at first, assuming it was marlon again. people were always coming and going through this house.

then when janet's eyes shifted, her grin faltered. your stomach dropped.

because you already knew.

before you even looked.

you knew.

slowly, you turned your head, and there he was.

michael.

standing in the doorway. his curls were slightly messy. he wore a yellow sweater with a pair of jeans, hands in the pockets of them.

his eyes widened.

he couldn't believe you were actually there.

you immediately looked away, turning back to janet, your chest tightening.

god.

this was exactly why you'd stayed away. one look at him and everything came rushing back.

the balcony, the party, ola.

"i don't want anyone else."

the memory still made your stomach twist. 

janet glanced between the two of you, then sighed heavily. "oh."

you closed your eyes. here we go.

"jan’,” michael's voice was quiet. janet's smile immediately returned. "hm?"

"can i talk to her?"

you shifted to stare at your lap.

now, janet’s voice was delighted. "absolutely."your head immediately looked back up at her. "janet.”

"what? this’ll do you some good. if you need me just shout,” he shot her a look causing her to laugh before she stood.

"well, i suddenly remembered i have somewhere important to be,” you began to stand too.

"you don’t,” janet touched your shoulder, pushing you back down. "good luck.” your head returned back to your lap, playing with your manicured hands now.

"janet,” his voice was stern now, pretty much rushing her. she lifted her hands in surrender, leaving to go upstairs.

leaving you alone.

the silence afterward was awful, uncomfortable even. you could practically feel him staring holes into your back.

neither of you spoke. you heard footsteps coming closer to you before he took janets spot on the couch.

after a moment, 

"what happened?"

his voice was laced soft, confused, and hurt.

you swallowed. "nothing.”

“don’t lie to me. pretend nothing's wrong."

you laughed. except it wasn't really a laugh, more like a breath. "i'm not pretending."

"yes, you are. look at me.” you hesitated before meeting his gaze. 

his eyes softened as they met yours but his jaw sat tight. "you've been avoiding me for three weeks."

you exhaled. “i’ve been busy, michael.”

"busy?" he stared. "busy?" he turned to look at the window.

"you won't answer my calls, you won't answer my messages. you even went as far as to stop coming over. you stopped coming over y/n.”

he turned his head back to you, his eyes wet. “what did i do?"

you shook your head. "nothing."

"stop saying that,” he sat closer to you.

"it's true."

"it isn’t,” his voice rose slightly. he didn’t sound angry. "everything was fine and then one day you just disappeared."

you crossed your arms.

"i didn't disappear."

"yes, you did."

"michael—"

"no."

he shook his head. "because i wanna know what happened,” his voice cracked slightly. enough for you to notice.

"did i say something?"

silence.

"did i do something?"

silence.

"just tell me,” he moved off the couch to kneel infront of you on the floor, grabbing your hands and laying his head in your lap.

you felt your throat tighten.

why couldn't he just let this go?

why couldn't he leave it alone?

talking about it would only make things worse. humiliatingly worse.

you stared at his head in your lap and michael sighed, looking back up at you.

"why are you acting like i broke your heart?" his face shifted, confusion flickering across his features. you know he hadn't meant it like that.

but you had.

and judging by the way your eyes instantly watered, he knew it.

"because maybe you did."

michael froze. 

you shook your head. "forget it."

"no." his voice was firm. "what does that mean?"

you looked away, causing him to rub your hands. 

"y/n."

"drop it."

"i'm not dropping it."

"michael."

"what does that mean?"

you blinked away your tears.

three weeks of emotions suddenly crashing down all at once, and before you could stop yourself.. you snapped.

"because i heard you."

"heard me what?"

you laughed bitterly. "on the balcony."

his eyebrows furrowed. "what balcony?"

"at the party." he still looked confused. "i heard you talking to marlon."

"okay..."

you hated how patient he sounded. how gentle. it only made this harder.

"he was talking about ola."

michael blinked. his hands rubbing on yours came to a halt. "ola?"

"yes, ola.” you threw your hands up. "the beautiful actress everyone won't stop talking about." his confusion somehow deepened. that only irritated you more.

"and then marlon told you to pick one."

realization finally, but slowly began appearing on his face.

"and then—" your voice cracked. "you said you didn't want anyone else."

michael stared, disbelief written all over his face. "you thought i was talking about ola?"

you stared. "wasn't that obvious?" he looked genuinely shocked. "no,” he put your hands on his face “what do you mean no?"

"i wasn't talking about ola."

your anger faltered. "what?"

"i wasn't talking about ola,” he repeated.

your heartbeat suddenly sped up.

"then who were you talking about?"

michael looked at you. really looked at you. just staring.

his eyes looked a mixture of soft, nervous, hopeful, and terrified all at once.

quietly, he then spoke. 

“you,” his smile was small, barely there. "i was talking about you."

you couldn't breathe.

literally couldn't breathe.

"me?"

"yes." his laugh was nervous. "you."

"but..." your voice came out tiny. "but marlon said—"

"he was trying to set me up."

"with ola?”

"with everybody." he laughed.

“he said i was taking too long to say something to you so he tried to get me to get with ola, actresses, singers, models, whoever."

you just stared.

"and i told him i didn't want anybody else."

your mouth dropped slightly, eyebrows furrowing. he thought you looked so beautiful.

"because..." his voice softened. "i already wanted someone,” michael leaned his head into your hands. "every time somebody tried introducing me to someone..." his eyes never left yours.

"they just weren't you."

you felt tears immediately gathering again. "i'm an idiot." the words slipped out before you could stop them. michael laughed. "well..” he smiled. "at least you're the prettiest one."

you finally smiled. the kind that reached your eyes. 

michael looked relieved immediately, like a weight had finally lifted from his chest.

"so..." he took one of your hands off his face, pepper kissing it while maintaining eye contact. 

"you really thought i wanted ola?" you groaned.

"3 weeks?" he was kissing your other hand now.

"michael."

"3 whole weeks?"

you tried to pull away. he wouldn't let you, grinning now. he was completely enjoying himself.

"i was miserable," he set your hands in his lap, still holding them.

"good."

"good?"

"yes." you folded your arms. “maybe now you know how i felt."

michael gasped dramatically. "excuse me?"

"you heard me."

he shook his head. "that's not fair."

"how?"

"because i was suffering."

you rolled your eyes. "oh, please."

"no, seriously,” he sat back slightly on his heels, still holding your hands hostage.

"over these past few weeks.. do you know how many times i called you?"

you immediately looked away. that was answer enough.

"exactly."

his grin faded into something softer.

"at first i thought you were busy.. but then i realized you were good at that stuff.. telling me and all."

you swallowed.

"so, then i thought maybe you were mad at me." his thumb brushed across your knuckles. "then i thought maybe i said something wrong." 

your chest tightened. "michael..."

"then i started asking everybody."

you blinked, turning back to him. "everybody?"

"everybody." he nodded.

"janet, la toya, rebbie.” you groaned.

"nobody would tell me anything."

your face immediately softened.

"i even drove by your house."

your eyes widened. "you what?"

his ears turned pink instantly. "only once." you stared. "okay, maybe twice."

"michael."

"i wasn't stalking you."

"you drove by my house."

he laughed despite himself, shaking his head. "i just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"every time the phone rang, i hoped it'd be you. every time janet said she was going somewhere, i'd ask if she'd seen you."

"and every time somebody mentioned your name... i listened."

suddenly the last three weeks looked very different. you'd spent them convincing yourself michael wanted somebody else, while he'd spent them trying to figure out why his favorite person was ignoring him.

"i missed you, pretty.”

"i missed you too."

“and for the record..." his thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.

"i don't want anybody else."

your heart melted.

this time.. you didn’t second guess who he meant.

fussin and fightin

summary: Jermajesty crosses the line, bragging to his friends about your private bedroom business just to stroke his own ego. the ride home quickly turns into a car blowout but when you pull into the driveway, Jermajesty refuses to let you go to sleep angry and says he’ll make it up to you

contains: usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni ! angst if you squint, arguing, porn with some plot, jermajest talks too much, cunnilingus, unprotected sex,

notes: i really liked writing this one 😚

to be honest you didn’t feel like going out in the first place but it was the monthly family-friend get together so it would’ve looked somewhat suspicious if you didn’t go with Jermajesty

but here you were listening to your boyfriend air out all your sexual business and embarrass you

“listen, y'all don't even know” Jermajesty chuckled, leaning back on the couch with a cup in his hand, completely feeding into the hype of his friends. “one night, I had her screaming my name so loud she couldn't even speak the next morning. voice completely gone”

fhe guys at the table erupted into laughs and hype man adlibs and you sat right next to him with your jaw locked tight…you weren't laughing at all

“i be flipping and folding her however i want, ain’t that right baby” he said rubbing your thigh

you slapped his hand off and before he could even process it, you shot up from the couch stomped toward the front door, leaving him sitting there in the sudden, awkward silence

you pushed through the crowd and left through the front door, the cool night air hitting your face as you marched down the driveway, your chest heaving and face hot with pure rage.

be you, the heavy front door clicked open again. Jermajesty’s hurried footsteps crunched against the pavement as he stood up and followed you outside, trying to close the distance before you hit the main road.

“baby, where are you going?” he called out, his voice a mix of confusion and irritation

“home” you snapped, not even bothering to look back at him as you kept your pace.

“I got the keys, though” he pointed out, jingling the keychain in his hand like that was supposed to make you turn around.

“so? i’ll catch an uber or walk” you fired back, pulling out your phone with a shaky hand, completely serious about leaving his ass on the curb.

realizing you weren't playing, Jermajesty jogged ahead, cutting you off right “man, stop playing with me, get in the car” he muttered, unlocking the doors with the keys.

since you didn't want to make a second scene in the driveway, so you snatched the door open, but instead of climbing into the front, you slammed yourself into the back seat just to put distance between you.

Jermajesty threw his head back in frustration, huffing out a breath before climbing into the back seat right after you, slamming the door shut behind him. the air inside the car instantly turned suffocating.

he turned his whole body toward you, his eyes narrowed. “what is your problem? I was just playing around with the guys, it wasn't even that deep-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP TALKING TO ME” you screamed, your voice echoing in the tight space of the car.

“oh, so you're gonna cuss at me now??” he said as he tightened his jaw

the space in the back seat instantly shrunk, the air thick with the smell of his cologne and the sheer, boiling heat of your anger. Jermajesty leaned in closer, his larger frame invading your space, refusing to let you back down.

“yeah, I’m cussing at you!” you yelled back, shoving his shoulder to push him away from you “because you’re a clown, Jermajesty! A FUCKING CLOWN you sit up there in front of everybody, your family friends, people we gotta see all the time, bragging about what we do behind closed doors? like I’m some kind of prize you pass around to show off to your boys? It’s disgusting!”

“oh, so now I’m disgusting?!” Jermajesty shouted, his voice booming inside he then grabbed the headrest of the front seat, his knuckles turning white as he glared at you. “I was hyping you up! I’m sitting there telling my folks how bad my girl is, and you’re gonna walk out, embarrass me in front of the whole house, and throw a whole tantrum? you made a fucking scene!”

“I made a scene?! you made me look like a joke!” you leaned right back into his face, your chest heaving, tears of absolute frustration stinging the corners of your eyes. “there are lines you don’t cross, but you don't care about that! you just care about your ego! ‘I be flipping and folding her’ are you fucking serious? nigga do you hear yourself? I am your girlfriend, not some bitch you met off the street!”

“don’t do that! don't try to play me like I don't respect you!” Jermajesty yelled bak “I love you, and everybody in that damn house knows it! It was locker room talk, it was a joke! But you always gotta take shit to a ten, always gotta play the victim!”

“because you don't think before you open your mouth!” you screamed, your voice cracking from the strain “you just wanted to look big! you wanted everyone to look at you like you’re the man, and you used me to do it! I didn't even want to come to this stupid ass party anyway! I came for you, and you embarrassed me!” you felt hot tears fall down your cheeks

“I didn't embarrass you, you’re just looking for an excuse to be mad!” he fired right back, his face inches from yours now, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes were wide and locked entirely on yours. “you’ve been turning your nose up all night, and the second I try to show you some affection, you slap my hand off me like I’m a stranger? you don't ever put your hands on me like that in public, y/n never!”

“then don't touch me when you're being a fucking dick head!” you yelled, the words tearing out of your throat.

“man, fuck you!” he snapped, throwing his hands up in the air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he glared at you

“no, fuck you, Jermajesty!” you screamed right back

the heavy breathless silence in the car stretched so tight it felt like a wire about to snap. Jermajesty stared at you and his jaw working as he tried to swallow his rage. finally, he let out a harsh, defeated laugh, shoved his door open, and stepped out into the night air just to slam it shut again.

you watched through the dark window as he marched to the front of the car, yanked the driver's side door open, and threw himself into the seat.

he didn't say a single word just cranked the engine, threw the car into drive, and took off down the street.

you stayed exactly where you were, pressed against the corner of the backseat. yhe adrenaline that had been fueling your anger suddenly evaporated, leaving behind a cold, heavy ache in your chest. your vision blurred, and before you could stop them, the tears you’d been fighting back finally spilled over. you turned your face toward the window, letting the quiet, shaky sobs wrack your body, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand so he wouldn't hear you from the front. But in the tight space of the car, your muffled cries filled the silence anyway.

yhrough the rearview mirror, Jermajesty’s eyes softened, his grip on the steering wheel loosening just a fraction as he watched you break down. the anger in him was already starting to curdle into heavy regret.

when he finally pulled into the driveway of your house, he cut the engine. the headlights flicked off, plunging the car into darkness. you expected him to get out and storm into the house, but instead, you heard his door open and close, followed immediately by the back door opening.

Jermajesty climbed into the backseat, sliding into the tight space right next to you.

“look at me” he said quietly, his voice completely stripped of the shouting from earlier. you kept your face turned away, staring at the dark house. he reached out, his hand gently catching your chin and turning your face toward him. seeing your tear stained cheeks made his expression crumble.

“we need to talk it out right now” Jermajesty said, his voice dropping to a low to a murmur. “because I know how we are. If we go inside this house right now, we’re just gonna separate, go to different rooms, and go to sleep angry and I can't sleep with you mad at me like this”

he let out a long breath, sliding his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear.

“I'm sorry, baby. for real” he whispered, looking dead into your eyes. “I was being stupid. I was running my mouth trying to look big in front of the guys, and I didn't think about how it would make you feel. I crossed the line with our private business, and it wasn't cool. I’m sorry I embarrassed you”

he leaned in closer “please don't cry anymore, let me make it up to you, let me fix it.”

you looked at him, your heart softening at the apology, but the sting of the night was still fresh you reached up, weakly pushing at his chest just to keep a little bit of distance between you.

“I'm still mad at you Jermajesty.” you muttered, your voice cracked from crying, your eyes narrowing slightly “you can't just yell at me, disrespect me, and then think a sweet talk is gonna make everything fine”

Jermajesty didn’t back down at your words. If anything, seeing that slight pout on your face and hearing the stubbornness still left in your voice only made him move closer and he knew he had to earn his way back into your good graces, and he was more than willing to use every bit of leverage he had.

“I know you’re still mad” he murmured “and you ave every right to be but you know I can't handle you being distant from me”

before you could protest, he leaned in, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his lips were warm and soft as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss right against your pulse point.

you let out a shaky breath, your hands still resting against his chest, but your grip was loosening. "Jermajesty..."

“baby please” he whispered against your skin, his breath brushing over your collarbone. he slid his lips an inch higher, tracing a path up the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing you repeatedly, each press of his lips deliberate and worshipful. “you look too good tonight to be mad at me… look at how pretty you look…I was tripping earlier, baby. I should've been keeping you all to myself”

he pressed another deep kiss just beneath your jawline, making you gasp softly, before his lips moved up to your earlobe.

“your my girl," he whispered, his teeth lightly catching your ear, sending a sudden spike of heat straight through your body “nobody else's. I'm gonna remind you exactly how much I respect you…let me take care of you right here”

“in the car?” you muttered, your voice losing its battle against the friction of his closeness, your fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“right here” he breathed, his hand sliding down from your cheek, his fingers trailing a burning path down your throat, over your chest, until his palm rested flat against your waist, pulling you flush against him. “in the back seat. where nobody can interrupt us. let me make you forget about everything else tonight, baby please”

he went back to your neck, his kisses growing hungrier, more urgent, breaking down the last of your defenses until the anger was completely swallowed up by the heavy, intoxicating tension filling the dark car.

he moved with a quiet focus. shifting off the seat, he dropped down into the narrow foot area of the backseat, crowding between the rows. he didn't care about being cramped his eyes were locked entirely on you as his hands found your hips, pulling you forward until you were sitting right on the edge of the leather cushion.

“still trying to play tough with me?” he whispered, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you in the dim light of the car. “I know you're still mad…let's see how long you can keep that attitude”

slowly, deliberately, he moved your clothes out of the way. the cool air of the car hit your bare skin, making you shiver, but the heat of his breath immediately replaced it as he leaned in between your thighs

when his tongue first made contact with your pussy, a sharp jolt went straight up your spine. you instantly threw your head back against the headrest, your eyes snapping shut as your fingers dug deep into the leather of the seat.

he knew exactly what he was doing. Jermajesty was using long, deep strokes, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you right where he wanted you. he was putting everything into it, determined to smooth over every single bit of anger left in your body.

but you were stubborn.

you bit your lower lip so hard you could taste the lipstick, locking your jaw tight. you refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing you react. you weren't going to let him win that easily after the stunt he pulled at the party.

Jermajesty noticed the silence immediately. he paused for a fraction of a second, his thumbs stroking the insides of your thighs, before he looked up at you through his lashes.

“oh… we're playing like that tonight?” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against you. “your gonna hold it in?”

he didn't wait for an answer. he went back to work, but this time, he changed the pace. he became more aggressive, swirling his tongue in a relentless, agonizingly perfect rhythm, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin. he found your sweetest spot and anchored himself there, applying just the right amount of pressure.

a choked gasp threatened to tear out of your throat. you caught it just in time, swallowing it down and turning your face into the dark corner of the seat, your breath coming in short, ragged hitches. you chest was heaving, and the friction of his tongue was driving you absolutely crazy, but you kept your mouth clamped shut, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the leather.

Jermajesty chuckled against your skin, the vibration sent a fresh wave of heat straight through you.

“I know you feel that baby” he whispered against you “go ahead and make some noise for me…let me hear you”

the fact that you were still holding back, still trying to fight him with that stubborn silence sent Jermajesty completely over the edge. It wasn't a game anymore and he wanted to break that pride right out of you he wanted to hear the exact sound of his name on your lips that he’d been bragging about earlier, but this time, he wanted to earn it

“still quiet?” he groaned against your skin “bet”

his grip on your thighs tightened until his knuckles turned white, holding you down so deeply to the edge of the seat that you couldn't move an inch away from him even if you tried. he went back down, and any sense of patience he had earlier completely vanished…he went crazy on you.

his tongue became relentless, fast, heavy, and punishingly deep. he swirled and stroked with a desperate rhythm, applying a crushing amount of pressure right where he knew you couldn't handle it. he was moving with a frantic, intoxicating hunger.

your hips involuntarily stuttered upward, your whole body arching off the leather seat as a violent wave of pleasure crashed through you.

“mmh~!”

a muffled, desperate whimper caught in the back of your throat and you slammed your hand over your own mouth, your eyes wide and watering in the darkness as you fought for air, your chest heaving violently.

Jermajesty heard the muffled sound and it only drove him crazier an he let out a chuckle against your skin, not slowing down for even a second. he sucked at your clit sharply, his tongue flicking in a wicked, agonizing pattern that had your head spinning.

“come on baby” he panted, his voice a desperate, breathless demand against your thigh as he looked up at you, his eyes completely wild and blacked out with lust. “move your hand. let me hear you. scream my name like you were doing last week”

he didn't give you a chance to breathe. he drove his tongue back into you, harder and more aggressive than before, his fingers digging into your hips so fiercely it was going to leave marks.

you were trembling from head to toe, the heat in the back seat reaching a boiling point, the windows completely fogging up. your jaw was aching from how hard you were biting your lip, tears of pure overstimulation spilling over your lashes as Jermajesty relentlessly tore down the very last of your defenses

“Jermajesty please!” you finally broke, your voice tearing out of your throat in a breathless, ragged sob as a violent, crushing climax hit you. you shook all as you came completely under the relentless pressure of his tongue.

Jermajesty stayed right there through every single twitch, drinking in every sound you made, his breath hot and ragged against your skin until your hips finally stopped trembling. but he wasn't done with you yet.

his pants, freeing his length. in one swift, powerful motion, he hooked his hands under your arms and hoisted your shaking body right onto his lap. you gasped, your legs straddling his thighs as you faced him in the cramped darkness. he guided your hips down, and you swallowed a scream as his full length slid inside you, completely filling you up.

“I told you I was gonna make it up to you” he panted against your lips, his hands locking onto your waist.

he started bouncing you up and down on his dick, the rhythm heavy and deep, filling the vehicle with the sound of skin slapping. your eyes went wide, and you instinctively clamped your teeth down on your bottom lip again, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as he kept a relentless pace.

“still tryna to be quiet?” Jermajesty whispered, a breathless chuckle vibrating in his chest. he bounced you harder, making sure you felt every bit of him. “look at you, biting your lip. why you fighting me so hard, baby? hm?”

“shut up..” you whimpered, your voice shaking violently as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying with everything inside you to swallow the noises tearing at your throat.

he leaned up to press his lips right against your ear “you're so tight baby, even when you're mad at me, you wrap around me so damn good. I know I was acting like a fool tonight. I know I ran my mouth”

he shifted his weight upwards, driving your hips down and his up at a sudden, sharp rhythm that made your head spin.

“I'm sorry baby” he groaned, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he kept bouncing you, driving you closer and closer to another peak. “I'm so sorry for embarrassing you in front of them. I was just being a stupid trying to show off, but you're mine. you're my girl, and nobody else gets to know how you sound. only me.”

the combination of his heavy words, his rough apologies, and the relentless, pounding motion of his lap was too much. you buried your face into his shoulder, your fingers clawing into his shirt as you tried to muffle the cry that was building in your chest.

“let it out for me” he pleaded, his voice dropping into a desperate, frantic murmur as he sped up the pace, bouncing you with a wild, intoxicating urgency on his dick. “don't hold it back. let me hear you cum again”

the tension snapped. you couldn't fight him, your body, or the intensity of the backseat anymore. your hips bucked helplessly on his lap as a second, even more violent climax crashed over you.

“fuuuck~ Jermajesty!” you finally cried out, your voice breaking completely, a loud, breathless sob of pure pleasure echoing in the tight space as you came around him.

he held you tight against him, letting out a low grunt as he came inside you with a few heavy, desperate thrusts, his chest heaving as he buried his face in your hair, finally letting the quiet, smug satisfaction wash over him as he felt his cum slowly start to overflow and drip out of you

but you wanted to play tough, and Jermajesty wrapping his arms around you like he’d just won the war was the final straw. even though your body was still tingling and your chest was heaving against his, the realization that he’d successfully distracted you from being mad made your stubbornness flare right back up.

you let out a sharp, irritated huff, burying your face deeper into his neck, not to be sweet, but because you couldn't stand the smug look you knew was on his face.

“get off me..” you mumbled, your voice thick and entirely ruined from crying and screaming. yo weakly shoved his chest, trying to untangle your legs from his lap.

“nah” he mumbled back, his arms tightening around your waist like a vise. he chuckled, the vibration rumbly against your front. “where you going? you were just screaming my name two seconds ago”

“I hate you” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest and actively turning your face away from him. you threw your head back against the headrest, your lips forming a heavy, dramatic pout. “you think you're so smart. you think you can just do whatever you want, run your mouth, and then come out here and... and do that, and think everything is fine”

Jermajesty shifted, leaning back a bit so he could see you. In the dim light of the car, he peeped your crossed arms and the massive pout on your face. a huge, amused grin broke across his face.

“look at you," he teased, his voice dropping into that playful tone that always got under your skin. he reached up, using his thumb to gently poke at your puffed-out lower lip. “look at this face. you still tryna act tough?”

“stop touching me” you whined, jerking your chin away from his hand, though you didn't actually move off his lap. you looked out the completely fogged up window, frowning. “I'm still mad at you. for real. you're a jerk.”

“I know I am, baby” he said, his tone softening as he slid his hands back down to rub your hips, trying to soothe the bratty attitude out of you. he leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right on your pouting lips, but you kept them locked tight, refusing to kiss him back.

he pulled away a fraction, shaking his head with a smile. “oh, you're really gonna hold out on me? not even a little kiss for your man after I just took care of you like that?”

“no” you muttered, cutting your eyes at him, your voice dripping with attitude. “you don't deserve it. your grounded”

Jermajesty let out a loud, breathless laugh, burying his face in your shoulder as he shook his head. “grounded? man, you are something else... alright, fine. you can stay mad nut you're staying right here on my lap until you're ready to act right”

“kiss my ass” “okay”

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @enzo6ekiiii @jermajestysbaby @nvhdesire @niyahctrl @mikaylajacksonnn

summary: this request

contains: no usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni ! angst if you squint, arguing, manhandling, porn with some plot, jermajest is kinda mean, daddy kink

notes: can you tell i enjoy writing arguments

3:27 am

you stood in front of the front door in nothing but your short pajama dress, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as your foot impatiently tapped against the hardwood floor.

when the keys finally jingled quietly on the other side, you didn't move. The door creaked open, and Jermajesty peeked inside his own house like a thief

“what the fuck are you sneaking in for?” you snapped.

he smacked his lips and rolled his eyes before pushing the door the rest of the way open. “It’s my house.”

“oh, it’s your house?” you shot back. “then tell me why you tryna to be so quiet.”

“bruh, calm down.” “don’t fucking ‘bruh’ me.” you took a step toward him, your voice rising. “why the hell are you just now coming back?”

He looked down at you for a second before lifting his head again, letting out an irritated sigh as he nonchalantly rolled his eyes.

“I was out.” “with who?” He shrugged. “don’t worry about it.”

you let out a bitter laugh and clenched your jaw

“what the fuck do you mean, ‘don’t worry about it?’” you yelled. “You left early this morning, and it’s three in the fucking morning now. do you realize this is the first time I’ve seen you all damn day?” you shouted

“So I can’t go out now?” he shot back

“I’m not saying that, Jermajesty so don’t try to twist my words!” you stepped closer and shoved his chest hard enough to make him take half a step back. “I’m saying you disappeared for almost twenty fucking hours without a single text or call. You ignored every message I sent, every phone call I made, and now you wanna walk in here acting like I’m crazy for asking where the hell you’ve been?”

he scoffed and brushed your hand away “I don’t have to report every damn move I make to you.”

“no, but when you live with somebody who gives a fuck about you and is sitting at home wondering if you’re dead, in jail, or laid up with somebody else the bare fucking minimum is letting them know you’re alive and answering the fucking phone!”

“that’s your problem,” he yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. “you always jump to the worst fucking conclusion, my phone died when I left the house, and I didn’t feel like getting a charger.”

“oh, right.” You laughed bitterly. “because that’s such a normal excuse.”

“It is!”

“no, it isn’t! normal people let their girlfriend of four fucking years know they’re alive before disappearing for twenty damn hours!”

he sucked his teeth and shook his head “I can’t do shit without you turning it into an interrogation.” you stared at him for a long moment before scoffing, turning your back to him and crossing your arms.

“whatever… Travis,” you muttered under your breath, already walking away not realizing what you just did.

“…who?”

you froze.

“who the fuck is Travis?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach and then out your ass.

“what was that” He pointed at you, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched. “don’t stand there looking confused, you just called me another man’s name.” “It was an accident.”

“an accident?!” he barked, letting out a dry and angry laugh. “you don’t accidentally call somebody by another person’s name unless they’re living rent-free in your damn head.”

“It slipped out!” “so who is he!?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the house

“a coworker? an ex? the other nigga you’ve been texting while you’re accusing me of cheating?” “I never said you were cheating!” “you fucking implied it!”

“now answer the fucking question…who is Travis?” he questioned, his head tilted and eyes narrowed

“nobody” you mumbled

“upstairs.”

the tension in the room snapped Jermajesty’s grip tightened on your arm, guiding you up the stairs with a quiet and furious intensity. every step felt like a countdown and y the time you reached the bedroom, the argument had transformed from a shouting match into raw adrenaline.

he didn't say another word, he pushed you backward onto the mattress, the sudden impact sending your short pajama dress riding up your thighs. before you could even scramble back against the headboard, he was looming over the edge of the bed. the metallic click of his belt buckle and was the only warning you got.

“since you want to throw names around” he muttered, his voice deeply low, with pure possession and slight anger “let's see if you remember exactly whose house you're in”

he unzipped his jeans, his dick freeing from his underwear, thick and already fully hard from the sheer anger coursing through him.

his hand fisted into the hair at the back of your head, tilting your face up as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed, pressing the hot, blunt tip of his dick right against your lips.

“open," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against your chin to force your jaw down.

the moment your lips parted, he slid inside, the thickness of his dick filling your mouth entirely. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands instantly flying to his thighs to brace yourself, but Jermajesty wasn't in the mood to be gentle. his grip on your hair tightened into a makeshift ponytail holding you in place as he began to pace himself, his hips snapping forward in a heavy, unforgiving rhythm.

“mmph-!”

the depth of the thrusts had you choking slightly, the back of your throat catching on his size, but he didn't ease up. If anything, the sound of your distress only fueled him. he stared down at you watching the way your eyes watered as he buried himself deep into your mouth, stretching your lips around his thick base.

“tell me whose name you're gonna say now” he groaned before he thrusted forward again, letting the tip hit against the back of your throat. ge held himself there for a hot second, letting you feel the full weight and pulse of his dick before pulling back just enough to let you catch a desperate breath, only to thrust right back in.

the friction of his skin against your lips was hot and unforgiving, the rhythm building into something frantic and demanding and every time you tried to swallow or find a rhythm of your own, his grip on your hair tightened, controlling the deepness and speed of every heavy thrust. he was entirely consumed by the anger and frustration, using your mouth to work through the possessive fury rolling through his veins.

“look at me” he grunted, his hips pausing for a fraction of a second, buried deep.

so you forced your watery eyes upward, looking into his gaze, the sight of you completely vulnerable and somewhat worn out underneath him and with your small hands gripping his thighs for balance while your pajama dress was pushed up past your hips, made his jaw clench harder.

“yeah… keep those eyes right on me” he muttered

ve pulled out almost completely, letting the cool air hit your wet lips for just a second before he slammed back in and a muffled cry caught in your throat, your fingers digging into his jeans as the deep. he was thrusting faster now, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged pants as the friction brought him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust that buried his length completely in your mouth, his body went rigid. Jermajesty let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulsed against the back of your throat, filling your mouth with his thick, warm cum. he held you there, forcing you to take every drop of him while his hips twitched with the fading aftershocks of his orgasm.

he pulled out slowly, breathing heavily as he looked down at your flushed face and wet lips yet the anger hasn’t completely left his eyes, but it had shifted into something entirely dominant but efore you could even wipe your mouth, his large hands clamped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

he sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, forcing you to sit between his thighs and your short pajama dress was pushed completely up to your waist, leaving your bare skin pressed against his jeans.

“you think you're done?” he whispered, his voice low against your ear. grabbing your thighs and pulling them a part

you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets for balance. “Jermajesty-”

“aht aht” he cut you off, his hand sliding around to the front, instantly finding dripping pussy. he didn't ease into it. he drove two fingers deep inside you, making you arch your back and gasp against his chest “tell daddy whose house you're in”

“yours" you whined "It's yours daddy"

“exactly” he growled, immediately establishing a quick, relentless pace with his fingers then he curled them inside you, hitting the exact spot that made your toes curl, while his thumb began to rub friction against your clit at a punishing speed. “and since it's my house, you're gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is going on…so who is Travis?”

“he-he's ah! he's just a guy from work!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily trying to roll with the fast, heavy rhythm of his hand. he was moving too fast, stretching you out and driving you toward the edge before you could even process the pleasure.

“just a guy from work?" Jermajesty scoffed, his fingers picking up the pace inside you over and over until you were dripping wet against his hand. “you don't bring a coworker's name into my bedroom unless you've been thinking about him. were you thinking about him while you were waiting downstairs for me? huh? standing by the door like you run shit?"

“no! I swear, it was an accident daddy, please!” you tried to lift yourself up slightly to escape the intense, quick friction, but his other hand clamped down hard on your hip, pinning you firmly to his lap.

“don't fucking run. take it this shit” he commanded, as he kept the brutal, fast pace going. “you had a lot of mouth downstairs. screaming at me about where I've been, talking about the bare minimum. you think another nigga is gonna give you the maximum? you think this Travis guy can make you cum all over his hand like this?"

“noo!” you sobbed, your head dropping onto his shoulder as the climax began to build violently in your chest. the speed of his fingers was dizzying, pushing you completely over the brink. “no, only you. please, Daddy, I'm gonna-“

“say my name” he demanded, his fingers moving in a blur now, driving deep and fast “say it so you don't ever fucking forget it”

“Jermajesty! please!”

the moment the name left your lips, your body clenched tightly around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you in hard, violent waves but … he didn't stop, he kept the quick, ruthless pace going right through your climax, forcing you to ride out every single spasm on his lap until you were completely breathless and shaking against him.

the fast, relentless pace of his fingers suddenly cut off, leaving you pulsing and completely undone on his lap. Before you could even catch your breath or let your hips settle, Jermajesty’s hands gripped your waist with bruising force once again but now he was shifting his weight and flipping you straight off his lap onto the mattress.

you landed face down on the edge of the bed, your upper body pressed flat against the sheets while your feet were left planted firmly on the floor. before you could even try to pull yourself up, he grabbed both of your wrists in one broad palm, hoisting your arms up and locking them together tightly over the small of your back.

“you think you're getting a break?” he huffed in your ear, his chest rising and falling heavily

you let out a sharp whimper as he used his free hand to guide his thick, hardened dick right against your soaking wet pussy. he didn't give you a second to adjust and so with one massive, unforgiving thrust, he drilled straight into you from behind so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

“fuuck! daddyyy!” your voice cut off into a breathless gasp as he immediately locked into a brutal, punishing rhythm.

he was relentless, practically drilling into you from the back with deep, heavy strokes that made your knees shake where you stood and with your wrists pinned helplessly on your lower back, you couldn't move, couldn't run, and couldn't cushion the impact as his hips violently smacked against your ass with every single push. ghe angle was impossibly deep, hitting your sweet spot with a raw force that had you crying out into the mattress.

“tell me who’s pussy this is” he demanded, his voice a low quiet, order as he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning fast and savage. “say it while out your threw this mattress”

“you ah! you do, daddy!" you sobbed, your head thrashing against the sheets as the intense friction began to coil tightly in your stomach all over again.

“that’s what i thought” he growled, pulling out nearly all the way and then slowly grinding “so don't you ever let another man's name cross your lips again, you understand?”

“yes daddy” you sobbed as he kept pounding into you from behind, each heavy thrust sending a jolt of pure heat straight to your core. the friction was overwhelming, building a tight, breathless tension in your hips that made your legs tremble against the floor.

you managed to twist your right hand free from his grip and instinctively, you reached back, your fingers wrapping tightly around his thick wrist, trying to pull his hand away or just slow down the punishing momentum of his hips.

Jermajesty paused instantly, his length buried fully inside you, stretching you to the limit. the sudden stillness was deafening. he leaned down, his chest pressing heavily into your back as his fingers tightened around your other wrist, pinning it harder against your spine.

“move your fucking hand” he whispered against your ear.

“Jermajesty, please, s’too muuch” you choked out, your fingers still desperately gripping his wrist.

“I said, move your hand” he growled, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. “you don't get to dictate shit right now. put it back.”

trembling, your grip loosened, and you slowly let your hand drop back onto the mattress, completely surrendering control.

“good girl” he muttered

the second your hand was away, he slammed his hips forward again, picking up right where he left off but with a renewed, savage intensity. be thrusted into you fast and deep, the heavy slaps of his skin against yours echoing through the room as he claimed every inch of you, forcing you to take the full weight of his possessive fury.

The relentless, heavy rhythm finally pushed you both past the point of no return. Jermajesty’s grip on your wrist tightened to a bruising hold as his pace turned frantic, thrusting into you with deep, desperate strokes an with a final, groan, he buried himself completely inside you, his body locking up as his warm cum shot inside you, holding you tightly against him until the last of the intense waves finally subsided.

slowly, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you completely breathless, the heavy air in the room finally starting to cool.

after a long, quiet moment, Jermajesty rolled over, pulling your shaking body against his chest. the volatile anger from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a heavy, exhausted calm as he wrapped his large arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“I'm sorry baby” he muttered softly “I shouldn't have lost my shit like that and I shouldn't have put my hands on you out of anger. it’s just... hearing another name out of your mouth completely flipped a switch in me. m’sorry baby”

you let out a soft sigh, turning your head to press a kiss to his jaw, the lingering tension completely draining from your body. “I'm sorry too. It really was just a slip of the tongue, an accident from work and I shouldn't have shoved you downstairs. I was just so scared when you didn't answer”

Jermajesty squeezed you tighter, letting out a long, weary breath. “my phone really did die, but that’s no excuse for not checking in. I was out with my brother and a few guys, we got locked and honestly, we lost completely track of time. by the time we wrapped up, it was already past two in the morning. I should’ve found a way to call you. I didn’t mean to leave you sitting here thinking the worst.”

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart. “just don't do it again”

“I won't” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as he pulled the blanket up over both of your shoulders. “I promise”

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl

summary: jermajesty suggests making a movie and you agree without a lick of hesitation

contains: heavily 18+, mdni!, oral ( m and f receiving), pinv, freaked out jermajesty, recording

notes: i saw a clip from the 2000s of kim k absolutely serving face and i learned that clip was actually from her tape so…. enjoy !

The red record light blinked and the camera made a click

In the reflection of the large bathroom mirror, Jermajesty stood right behind you. One of his hands was wrapped steadily around the camcorder, while the other cupped around your breast, slightly bouncing it in his hand

“look at my baby…doing her makeup” he zoomed in on your face in the mirror as you did your makeup in a very short yet oversized white button down that belonged to jermajesty

“shes gonna look so pretty when i fuck her” he mumbled earning a little giggle from you

he zoomed out, angling the camcorder down just enough to capture his large bulge rubbing against your butt

the camera clicked again

now, the two of you were pressed tight against each other, cheeks touching as you both looked directly into the lens. your fingers stroked along his jawline, tracing the sharp line of his face. clashing a playful grin, you playfully stuck your tongue out at the camera, and he mimicked you,

with a sudden tilt, the frame whipped toward the wall mirror, revealing that you were now completely straddling his lap.

his hand was resting comfortably on your butt before slapping it and then gripping it “jer!”

the camera clicked again but you were now holding it

Jermajesty had his head buried deep between your thighs. a soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips, your fingers burying themselves into his hair, gently tugging the strands to guide his way .

“just like that baby” you gasped, tilting the screen slightly. Jermajesty looked up from between your legs, catching the lens, and gave the camera a very confident wink.

click

you were sitting on the very edge of the mattress now, and Jermajesty stood over you

“open for me, baby," he ordered softly.

you looked up at him and slid your tongue out. he chuckled and lightly slapped the thick tip of his cock against your tongue. before you could even swallow, he cupped your jaw firmly, tilting your head back, and began to smoothly thrust into your mouth.

the camera recording went on for 10 more minutes capturing the raw and messiness all the way until he finally came on your tongue.

“good girl”

click

you were laying completely flat on your back now, holding the heavy camcorder up in the air, pointing it down at yourself.

completely ignoring the mess of the room, you focused entirely on the flip-out screen. you checked your angles, idly fluffing out your hair, and took your time reapplying a thick layer of lip gloss until your lips looked perfectly glassy in the low light.

you gave the camera a confident smile, thoroughly enjoying your own reflection.

you glanced slightly to the side, looking at Jermajesty who was currently just out of the frame, and then your eyes snapped right back to the lens.

you held the gaze of the camera, leaned in a little closer, and whispered, “I’m about to get fucked” before bursting into a quiet giggle.

click

the camera tilted wildly for a split second, the frame spinning past the ceiling fan before stabilizing as it was propped up on the side table right next to the head of the bed. the angle was low, wide, and caught everything.

you were on your hands and knees now, your back arched deeply as you looked up, checking your reflection in the flip-out screen one more time. the short white button down was bunched up around your waist, leaving you completely exposed.

Jermajesty kneeled right behind you, his hands instantly gripping your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to anchor you in place. he didn't waste a second. He lined himself up and pushed all the way into you with one deep, heavy stroke.

a sharp gasp caught in your throat, your hands gripping the bedsheets as he started a relentless, demanding pace.

“look at you” Jermajesty growled, his voice thick and rough as he stared down at where your bodies met. “look how pretty you look taking my dick…you like looking at yourself in that screen, huh?”

“yeah" you whined, your head tossing back as he slammed into you, the friction loud in the quiet bedroom. “jer, please” you whined

“please what? tell me exactly what you want” he commanded, slapping his palm against your hip, the sound sharp and echoing through the room, he leaned his upper body down over yours, his chest pressing hard against your back as he kept driving into you from behind. “tell the camera how good it feels.”

“oh my gosh your stretching me out so good” you moaned, looking toward the lens, your eyes heavy-lidded and glassy with pleasure. “t-so big, baby... fuck.”

“that's it, talk to me” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your ear “show me that face you make when I’m deep inside you, look right at the camera for me”

you turned your head toward the screen, serving face even through the haze of pleasure, biting your bottom lip as Jermajesty sped up.

The mattress squeaked rhythmically, the audio capturing every wet, heavy slap of his thighs against yours.

“look at my fucking girl," Jermajesty praised, his grip shifting from your hips to the back of your hair, gently tugging your head back to force you to look up and back at him. “how deep is it baby, can you feel me in your stomach?”

“yes baby!” you gasped out, arching higher against him, completely intoxicated by his words and the view on the screen.

“your doing so good for the camera baby” he groaned, his pace turning frantic, completely losing his composure as he buried himself as deep as he possibly could inside you. “arch your back more for me…take it baby, don’t run”

click

you were flat on your back, your hips elevated off the mattress by a stack of pillows, with your legs draped completely over Jermajesty’s broad shoulders. ye was hovering over you, pinning your upper body down in a heavy, suffocating mating press that left absolutely no space between you.

“look at me” Jermajesty said in a possessive whisper, he then leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, before driving down into you with a slow, agonizingly deep stroke that made your eyes roll back.

“Jer...” you choked out, your hands flying up to grip the wooden headboard just above you to keep from sliding away. “your too deep, oh my god!”

"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," he began to grind his hips against yours, using his entire weight to press you down into the sheets, making sure you felt every single inch of him. “look at the camera, baby. let it see how you look when I fill up your pussy”

even pinned beneath him you were completely overwhelmed, you tilted your head toward the side table. you caught the reflection in the tiny flip-out screen,

your hair fanned out across the pillows, your lips parted as you let out a series of needy, broken whines and you held the camera’s gaze

“look at those pretty eyes” Jermajesty muttered, noticing where your attention went. he pulled back just enough to slam back into you, the force of it shaking the mattress and making the camcorder's view shudder slightly. “you love the way I fuck you on camera , don't you?”

“yes!” you cried out loudly, your fingers clawing at his shoulders now, pulling him down for a messy, desperate kiss. “don't stop, please, Jer, just like that!” you whined

“i'm not stopping," he promised against your mouth, his breath coming in heavy, ragged pants. His pace turned frantic, his hips hammering down in a relentless, bruising pace that completely locked you beneath him.

“your taking every fucking drop of me.”

The tape whirred to a sudden and complete stop.

you and jermajesty looked at the small screen and then out of each other completely breathless

Jermajesty let out a low, exhausted chuckle, leaning over to press a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “we really did that," he mumbled, his voice completely shot.

“we did” you breathed out, a proud, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. You tilted the camcorderup to look at yourself one last time, serving one final, sleepy look for the lens. “and honestly? the lighting was perfect.”

Jermajesty groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling a pillow over his face. “let’s keep this to ourselves and not leak it”

… sike !

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33

michael jackson x f! neighbor reader

michael noticed his new neighbor liked to sit out on the back patio a lot, often late into the afternoon with music humming faintly from a stereo. sometimes you’d even be out there at night with a cigarette and a glass of wine. there was no harm in watching you— he just didn’t realize you were watching him back.

cw/tw: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, thriller era, perv! mike if you squint, exhibitionism? oral (f! receiving), fingering, he loves to hit it from the back, praise kink?, use of “good girl”, fluff

wc: 6.1k

mdni 18+

sometimes you wished you couldn’t squirt.

not because it didn’t feel good. god no. it felt like heaven cracking open inside you every single time. like your whole body turned into liquid heat, waves rushing down from deep in your belly, flooding out in hot, pulsing bursts that left you shaking and gasping and soaking everything.

like every nerve lit up at once and spilled over, messy and uncontrollable and so intense it almost hurt. like your pussy was surrendering completely.

it started off so innocently. at his family’s pool party.

“here baby, drink some water,” michael would say softly, refilling your glass again with a sweet smile. every time the ice got low he was right there, pouring more, pressing the cold cup into your hand.

“s’hot out. stay hydrated f’me.”

you should’ve known.

the way his eyes lingered too long when you came out of the pool, the way he shifted in his chair when your wet bikini clung to your curves. you should’ve known what he was really preparing you for.

𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this was now your second orgasm and he still hadn’t gotten what he wanted. the first two times you had cum hard, thighs shaking around his head, pussy fluttering and clenching on his tongue and fingers.

but you didn’t squirt.

not the way he needed. and each time he pulled back his eyes had that flash of disappointment, dark and hungry, before he buried his face again like he couldn’t stop.

by this point you’re heaving.

chest rising and falling fast, body slick with sweat, legs trembling uncontrollably. your voice is hoarse, words barely forming. you look down through half-lidded eyes and his face is a mess — lips swollen and shiny, chin dripping, curls sticking to his forehead. his pupils are blown wide, completely black, like he’s high out of his mind. as if he just finished doing lines. drunk off your pussy.

“please,” he whispered, voice cracked and desperate. his breath fans hot over your soaked folds.

“just one more. please baby. let me try one more time. one more time…”

you can’t even speak. your throat is raw. you just nod, weak and shaky, because what else can you do when he looks at you like that?

he whimpers in relief and dives back in.

his tongue is everywhere at once — messy, frantic, licking long stripes through your dripping folds before sucking your swollen clit between his lips.

he’s whimpering into you the whole time, pathetic little sounds vibrating right against your most sensitive spots. you can hear him grinding against the edge of the bed, hips rutting desperately, probably already came in his shorts like he always does when he gets like this. but he doesn’t care. he just needs this.

“is this good?” he mumbles against your pussy, voice muffled and broken. he sucks harder, tongue flicking fast. “am i doing good? tell me… please…”

“it’s… s’good mikey” you moan, the words cutting off into another gasp as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right.

he moans loud at your answer, hips grinding harder against the bed.

“are you okay?”

he asks, almost frantic, like he’s terrified of doing it wrong even while he’s devouring you. his fingers pump faster, slick sounds filling the room as he laps noisily at your clit.

“yeah… yes, mikey— oh god—” you try to answer but it turns into a broken moan when he sucks particularly hard, cheeks hollowing. your pussy clenches around his fingers, fluttering wildly. you’re so wet it’s dripping down his wrist, down your ass, making a complete mess.

he’s panting into you, whimpering between licks.

“i need it… need you to do it for me… just one more time…”

his free hand grips your thigh hard, holding you open while he grinds his hips pathetically against the mattress.

you can feel how desperate he is, how lost he is in the taste and smell and heat of you. his tongue works faster, sloppy and eager, sucking and licking like he’ll die if he stops.

your walls flutter again, heavy liquid pressure building deeper and deeper. every flick of his tongue sends sparks shooting through you.

your clit throbs under his mouth. your legs won’t stop shaking. you’re on verge of hyperventilation, moaning, barely able to breathe as he keeps asking in that wrecked voice.

“will you do it for me please baby?”

you can only nod and moan, your eyes rolled back, hips twitching against his face. he’s so pathetic like this — face buried deep, whimpering, humping the bed, completely addicted — and it’s turning you on even more.

he laps at you like he’s trying to memorize every single fold, every twitch, every drop of wetness that keeps leaking out of you.

his fingers curl and thrust deep, hitting that spot over and over until your back arches hard off the bed, spine bowing as the pressure inside you swells bigger and heavier than before.

your thighs won’t stop shaking. they clamp around his head but he just pushes them wider, whimpering into your pussy like the suffocation is the best part. every flick of his tongue sends pleasure jolts that seep into every every part of your body.

your clit is swollen and throbbing under his mouth, so sensitive that every suck makes your hips jerk. you can feel how wet you are — dripping down his chin, down his wrist, soaking the sheets underneath you.

your fingers are tight in his curls, pulling him closer even as your body tries to twist away from the overwhelming feeling.

he moans loud against you, the vibration making your walls flutter hard around his fingers. “s’perfect” he mumbles, barely pulling back enough to speak. his voice is wrecked, desperate.

“you promise to do it right?”

“yes— yes, of course mikey for you—”

your words cut off into a long moan as he sucks harder on your clit, tongue flicking fast while his fingers pump quicker. your back arches even more, breasts pushing up toward the ceiling.

he’s grinding frantically against the edge of the bed now, hips rutting in short, pathetic thrusts. you can hear the little whimpers he’s making into your pussy, like he’s right on the edge himself.

his face is buried so deep you can barely see anything but his messy curls. he’s completely lost — pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chin dripping with you.

the pressure keeps building. deeper. heavier. your pussy clenches and flutters around his fingers, getting impossibly wetter. your legs are trembling violently. your breathing is just short, desperate gasps now.

“mikey— i think— i’m gonna—”

he doesn’t answer with words. he just moans louder and doubles down, sucking your clit hard while his fingers curl perfectly against that spot inside you.

it hits you like a wave crashing over your head.

a hot, powerful gush floods out of you, soaking his face, his neck, dripping down his chest in warm streams. your whole body convulses, back arched so high it almost hurts, thighs locked tight around his head as pulse after pulse of liquid spurts out of you.

the relief is overwhelming, mixed with sharp, blinding pleasure that makes you cry out loud. your pussy spasms wildly, walls fluttering and clenching as the orgasm drags on and on.

michael moans deep and broken against your gushing pussy, the vibrations making the orgasm even sharper for you, dragging it out longer.

he keeps licking through every pulse, tongue working desperately like he can’t bear to miss a single drop. his hips stutter hard against the bed and you hear him whimper loudly as he, well you assume, cums in his pants, grinding through his own orgasm while still buried between your legs. his moans vibrate right against your oversensitive clit, making you shake even harder.

when the last spasm finally fades you collapse back onto the bed, chest quivering, body limp and trembling. michael rested his soaked cheek on your thigh, breathing hard, face shiny and flushed.

his lips are plush and abused, swollen from how long he’s been devouring you. he looks more fucked out than you do his eyes glassy, pupils still blown wide, like he’s floating somewhere far away.

you’re barely able to breathe yourself, but you reach down with a shaky hand and gently pat his damp curls. he leans into your touch immediately, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh with a soft, content sound.

“are you…

you let out a breath.

okay, mikey?”

he looks up at you, like you’re the only thing in his world. his eyes are soft and full of worship even through the haze.

“i will be.. if you let me go one more time?”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᨳଓ getting ready with sugar daddy!mj is alwayss so much fun!, it could be you two getting ready for a date, maybe an event, late night trips, whatever it is Michael always makes it fun for you two.

it first starts with bubble baths, washing each other’s hair, exchanging long sloppy kisses, scrubbing his back for him and then he insists on washing your body for you because “princesses always get bathed, my love”. but you know it’s just so he can touch and love all over you, michael can’t help it he loves you sososo much! unfortunately for him bath time has to come to an end after he washes your hair and the tub slowly starts to drain. on the bright side that’s only the beginning because after you’re covered up in a robe and he’s covered with.. whatever.. you two stand in front of the large bathroom mirror together using all the energy in the house to blow dry y’all’s hair. attempting to talk to one another but the only sound that could be heard was the damn air from the blow dryer. finally, after what seems like an eternity you’re onto your makeup. applying what you want to apply until you feel a pair of eyes on the side of your face.

“yes michael?”

“can’t I look?”

“no, you need help with something don’t you”

he hesitates, “my eyeliner?”

with a chuckle you shake your head to look over at his pretty eyes, showing a pleading look in them and of course who are you to deny him? so you pause your routine just to help your sugar daddy put on his eyeliner for a fifth time in a row.

while michael was in a separate closet from yours trying to figure out what to wear for his business dinner he could hear light fuss from your closet. a few things being moved around maybe and it was all done with an aggressive manner. he’d figured you would call him over and soon enough…

“michaeeeellll!!” you whined out loud enough for him to hear, and of course he was there in a minute. “yes baby, what is all this fussin’ for?” michael asked, looking around at the messy closet before back at your pouty face. “I can’t figure out what to wear” you complained but in just a few minutes michael had that frown upside down and your body in a pretty, but calm dress. whistling at you as you spun around in the body mirror.

“now look at you” michael cooed, smacking your ass as you bent down to adjust your heels. earning him a yelp from your mouth. chuckling as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile, that bratty mood gone within minutes.

and finally around two hours later you two are all finished up. grabbing what you need from downstairs, your purse, id, keys, lipgloss, camera, phone, cigarettes, and whatever else there was. meanwhile, michael waited by the door, his head looking out the glass frame of the door at the parked car waiting for you. as he dazed out he suddenly heard your heels walking over to him.

“okay honey, i’ll be off now” you spoke to him, walking up to give him a fat kiss on the cheek before he corrected you with one to his lips instead. instead of pulling away like he should’ve but michael couldn’t help to deepen the kiss justtt slightly. pulling you closer by your hips and making a sudden intrusion with his tongue into your mouth. his large hand sliding down to rub your ass before moving up to run your back. finally pulling away after a minute. leaving you dazed and your lipstick smudged 

“remember, you come home to me at the end of the day.. okay?” michael gently spoke, his hand cupping your cheek while his thumb rubbed your cheek.

“yes daddy” you whispered.

ミ★ FEATURING: otw!michael x fem!reader

ꨄ SYNOPSIS: after the last time you and michael tried to be intimate it didn’t go quite well. now, you’re restless and want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

sequel to ♬ “—everything real big” ♬

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), michael is a certified eater btw, mating press, handjob, belly bulge, switch!michael if you squint really hard, reader is so loud that his brothers ended up overhearing oops

ღ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

ღ NOTES: yesssss guys part 2 is here!!! i actually never even planned to do another part but since its highly requested, i can’t leave my fellow moonwalkers high and dry ahaha

michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi

it’s late, already past midnight and you’ve been awake for hours. it’s been a couple days since you and michael attempted to have sexual intercourse and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head.

you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

michael doesn’t seem to care. he’s already shrugged it off and carried on like normal. giving you kisses every chance he gets, touching every single part of your body that he can reach but you can’t help the nagging feeling at the back of your mind.

you are so adamant about taking all of him and you want to… no you need to.