#black!fem!reader

Pairings: Joshua Martín x blackfem!reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: (18+ MDNI), Smut, smut with small plot, use of condoms (wrap it up!), dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), doggy style, Office sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, pet names, Josh is INSATIABLE, have fun~!

A/n: And to the person who predicted what was coming next, stay outta my brain, enjoy!♡

@fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @crazylady20

After laying in bed for what felt like days you decided to get up and make a cup of tea to help with your hangover when your phone rang. You pick the phone with a soft sigh.

"Hello?" "Hey, how are you feeling, I know last night was alot," comes the same deep, velvet voice you met last night. "Yeah, just making a cup of tea to help with my headache", you say with an involuntary smile as you think back to last night.

You hoist yourself up on the counter with your cup beside you as you wrap the cord around your finger and ask him what he's doing. He tells you that he's getting ready to head to the studio. "Oh, well I guess I'll let you get to the studio, call you later?" "We can still talk while I head to the studio."

Your smile widens as you take a sip while listening to him talk about his plans for the day. "You know, if you want I could send my driver to pick you up and you could spend the day with me at the studio." You could hear the hopefulness in his voice as you sat there and thought about it..."sure!"

"Great, tell me your address, I'll give it to the driver and he'll be there soon!"

So here you were in the back seat of the car as you eagerly waited to make it to the studio. Once you arrive the driver opens the door and walks you to the front of the studio where Quincy was already waiting. He greets you with a hug and gently guides you to the recording room and pulls out your seat like the gentleman he is.

You and Quincy spend an hour just chatting and getting to know each other before Michael shows up and they get straight to work. But after three hours they decide to take a break, yet unbeknownst to him you had been singing along. He slowly turns to the side to see you eyes closed singing the lyrics just finished singing. This makes Quincy feel something he hasn't felt in a while: pure unadulterated infatuation.

Author’s note: I heard about the whole Blackfishing situation and I’m very disgusted. I’ll link my TikTok in my the table of content pinned post in case anyone wants to verify that I’m Black. It is private but I’ll accept your request and you can check my page and then unfollow me.

Also just in case anyone is confused 1984 was the year Michael won 8 Grammys in one night. From research to make sure I didn’t get things wrong he wasn’t even nominated for the 1983 Grammy’s

Also also- I chose the name Celèstine because it’s French and her mother is Louisiana Creole! And because it means ‘Heavenly’ ‘Celestial’ which is a good fit considering the fact that Celèstine is Magnolia’s rainbow baby.

~February 24,1983~

Celèstine was out getting fresh air and sunlight after doing her morning stretches she always did after breakfast in the backyard when the sound of feet shuffling on the concrete driveway made her ears twitch before hands found their way around Celèstine’s waist, taking her off guard long enough for Micheal to spin her around and wrap her in a bear hug.

“You did it!” He cheers voice full of joy as he softly laughs into her hair.

He had sat in front of the tv last night with a bowl of popcorn drenched in butter and hot sauce, watching and routing for her. His mother chuckling everytime he’d loudly cheer when Celèstine was announced the winner, Janet rolling her eyes as she sat next to him wanting to watch too.

“Seven Grammy wins in one night!” he exclaims, pulling her away at arm’s length. He studies her face, seeing her tiredly peering back at him. Her night had been long, from the mini celebration her momma held at home to the long phone calls from her family down in Louisiana and him. He was the last and longest phone call she had, and she had fallen asleep on it. It wasn’t all her fault. He was the one who had decided to speak in such a soft, calm tone. But despite her tired look, she still offered that soft, warm smile that made her eyes sparkle.

“You fell asleep on me.”

Celèstine pouts once he brought it up. She felt bad once she woke up and remembered that she didn’t remember the conversation ending. “I know! I’m sorry, sunshine.”

“You snore by the way-”

“No I don’t!” Celèstine argued instantly her smile melting away as her eyes widen at such accusations.

Michael laughs mischievously wanting to egg it on, he nods “you do!” He says shrugging nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal that she ‘snores’

“I do not!” Celèstine stressed feeling her face heat up slightly embarrassed because she didn’t know for a fact if she does or not.

“You do! You sound like an old man.” He lies knowing that statement would horrify her

“What?!” She yelps out in disbelief! “You’re lying! I don’t snore!”

“How would you know?” He sass raising an eyebrow “Pretty girls can snore too you know.”

She shot him a look a pout still on her lips, not wanting to hear it. She’s fallen asleep around her momma, Steven, people in the studio when they worked overtime and not one had ever told her that she snores.

“Okay fine…” Michael says taking her right hand into his. He brings up to his lips and places a soft kiss on the back of it. “You don’t snore but you do have a very cute sleepy voice.” He recounts the soft slurred speech filled with yawns and slight confusion like she was trying to keep up with the topic but was lost between it and dreamland.

“Yeah well you put me to sleep! You’re a very calming spirit when you aren’t acting like a wild child.”

“Wild child?!” He questions allowing her to guide him up the driveway. “Me?!”

“Yes you! All that energy you got, gotcha runnin’ around like the road runner and the Tasmanian devil had a baby.”

She says turning slightly to poke his jaw playfully.

“And what about you huh? We went to that circus and suddenly you wanted to be an aerialist, Miss wanna be Acrobat!”

They had went to Florida for Disney world and during that time a huge circus was in the next town over so after disguising themselves they snuck off to the circus to watch the performance much to the dismay of those who would’ve rather them stay in their hotel rooms or explore Disney world that was full of park security.

“That’s on my to do list! Thank you for reminding me! After this tour I’m definitely gonna learn.”

Michael gave her a look as the walked into kitchen from the side entrance. “Are you sure it looks extremely dangerous.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be the fun part-”

“I don’t know about that…” he cringes as he thinks over everything that could possibly go wrong. The heights, her getting caught in the aerial rope too far up that someone would have to call the fire department.

“Just stay close to the ground…okay.”

Celèstine smiles at his worries.

“I’m not gonna do circus level stunts, Mickey…can you imagine tho-”

“I don’t wanna.”

Celèstine smacks her lips at his response as she pulls out the remaining sweet potato pie her momma made to celebrate her Grammy wins.

“Want some?” She asks knowingly. Sweet potato pie was something they both enjoyed. It was Celèstine’s favorite pie and one of Michael’s favorite desserts.

“A little piece.” He says walking over to stand over her shoulder. It wasn’t going to be much left to put back in the fridge so instead of bothering to cut and plate the pie Celèstine opens the drawer to the silverware and grabs two forks.

“Enough about me and the Grammy’s! You’re going to perform at the 25th Motown anniversary! I love Motown!” She gushed walking to the kitchen table with him following close behind. “The Jackson five was my favorite group, Stevie Wonder, the temptations- my momma played the heck outta their records-”

“Would you wanna go?” He asks cutting her off.

Excitement grew in her eyes at the offer. “Really?!”

Michael nods taking the seat right next to her.

“You could be my plus one. My date but, everyone will think we’re just close friends.” He explained. Celèstine nods agreeing. When she suggested that they kept their relationship between them and close family and friends because she hated how the public had the audacity to insert themselves into her last relationship that turned sour and embarrassing, he agreed happily because he too hated how the public wanted to know every detail down to personal information.

“What are you wearing so I won’t clash- we shouldn’t match that might put it into people’s minds that we are together- but still I don’t want to look off you know.” She says handing him a fork.

Michael shrugs cause as he thinks over any suggestions that might come to mind.

“A simple black dress, something like what you wore to the American music awards or to your mother’s rehearsal dinner.”

“Oh dressy but casual… I have the perfect dress then.”

She says thinking about the simple black floor length strapless dress she could easily glam up with jewelry and accessories.

Michael hums while forking some pie into his mouth. The smooth and silky texture of the sweet potato filling mixed with the right amount of vanilla, cinnamon and nutmeg of it instantly reminded him why Magnolia was one of his favorite cooks.

Celèstine watches him silently eating her side of the pie. He looked content but that wasn’t what she was focusing on. It was his features. She studied it every moment she got with warm, adoring eyes that never made him feel judged or un-eased. It was something he had gotten used to after they started dating. He even recalls asking her why and getting back a cheesy, soppy, sweet answer that caused him to chuckle softly and turn a little bashful.

“You’re not tired of staring at me?” He chuckled, forking another pie full into his mouth.

“You’re simply just that damn handsome, babe. Believe it or not.” She says reaching for a napkin from the cute little dispenser her mother kept on the kitchen table before wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

“You do believe it right?” She asks pointing the teeth of her fork at him.

Michael rolls his eyes playfully as he continues to eat his side of the remaining pie not meeting her eyes as he tries to keep his bashful smile at bay.

‘Cute’

‘Hot’

‘Sexy’

Those among other simple words women and girls use to describe boys and men. He’s heard it from his female fans and Diana and yes it made him smile and feel giddy but when Celèstine used the words ‘Handsome’, ‘adorable,’ ‘gorgeous’, ‘beautiful’ and ‘My pretty boy’ in such a soft way with warmth adoring eyes that saw right through to his soul, it felt different, it felt real. No lust, no star struck madness, no emptiness, no manipulative tactics. It was pure adoration and admiration that had honesty behind it that wanted nothing in return. She too thought of him as those simple words women and girls would call him but every time she looked at him, stared into his doe like eyes she couldn’t help but instantly think about how beautiful he truly was and gush over it.

“Sunshine, you do believe that you are-”

“Yes.” He answers, his bashfulness slowly peeking through, something that always happened when he received positive words on his appearance after growing up with ugly words he was bullied with.

“You wanna smile!” Celèstine says taking notice of how he tried to hide with slouched shoulders and keeping his head tilted down as he ate.

A twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away but he managed to keep it at bay by biting his lower lip. He continued to eat the pie before noticing how he was starting to eat majority of it.

“Stop staring at me and eat your half before I take it all.” He says softly with a slight laugh.

Celèstine shrugs her shoulders as she looks down at the pie that was just about gone.

“My momma taught me how to make it when I was like 12. If I want more I can make it” she says sitting her fork down.

“I don’t want to look like a pig. Come on, CeCe” he urges her pushing the pie dish towards her in a joking manner.

“I’ll ‘pig’ out with you if you smile for me…” she negotiates with a smirk and a raised eyebrow

“Are you serious?” He asks throwing her a look but as soon as she nods and switched to smiling like an idiot he knew he had to give in.

“Oh my God! Look at my baby with his pretty smile!” She gushed causing him to groan and hide his face but his smile stayed glued to his face.

“Stop…” he begs trying desperately to wipe the smile off. He couldn’t. His heart raced as his face grew hot slightly embarrassed at how he was reacting.

Celèstine cheesed finding it all oh so adorable, she couldn’t but to fall for him more and more during moments like this.

“You’re just perfect in your own right…” she says grabbing his hand that she had to pull away from his face. She wanted to outright tell him ‘I’m so in love with you, it’s getting dangerous.’ But it was far too early in their relationship to admit something so in tense.

“Every part” she adds locking her fingers with his, studying how much bigger his hand was compared to her’s, and the contrast in the different tones of melanin between them. Softly she runs her thumb over the white blotchy spots on the back of his hand, no judgement or disgust whatsoever but to silently let him know she literally meant every part of him including the parts he couldn’t control or stop and felt tormented by every time he looked down or in the mirror when he didn’t have any makeup hiding the patches on his face. When he revealed to her that he had the skin condition she took it upon herself to fully educate herself on it. She wanted to be there for him as he faced something so life changing and she wanted to do it while reminding him that he was far from ugly because of it.

“Now enough of the sappy stuff… you showed up here all randomly-”

“I had to see you-”

“You’re so cute when you say things like that-”

“You’re so annoying!” He whines not really meaning what he said.

“What are we doing today? Staying in and being couch potatoes?”

“Bill is in the car. I have disguises-”

“Oh boy.” Celèstine huffs out dramatically causing Michael to smack his lips before taking a last bite of pie.

“Oh boy” he mocks setting his fork down “I wanted to take you on a date…go to the zoo while it’s the middle of the day and everyone is at work and school.”

“The zoo?” Celèstine asks pulling the pie dish towards her to finish off the remaining pie.

Michael nods while taking his turn to stare at her.

“I thought it would be fun to feed the baby animals…is that something you’d want to-”

“Do? You just asked me if I wanted to feed lion cubs and other little animals, Mikey! Who could pass that up?” She asking looking at him like the answer was obvious.

“You think I’m about to turn down the chance to potentially play with adorable creatures with my adorable creature?” She scoffs while standing.

“Do I look like an idiot? I would love that! You know I would love that!” She continues throwing away crust that remained in the dish.

“I always wanted to hold one of those cubs! They are so cute I just wanna cuddle ‘em!”

As she went on, Michael watched her, smiling to himself as the morning light streaming through the kitchen window cast itself on Celestine’s face. Her beauty captivated him completely. Her captivating amber eyes, catching the light so magically, drew him in. Her full lips, smiling as she continued to babble about the animals she hoped to see, made him lose himself in gazing at her, as if she were a work of art. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help but tune her out. His mind began racing as ideas formed into lines of lyrics.

The sensation of soft, supple lips against his lips jolts him out of his hyperactive mind. He blinks only to see her walk back towards the sink with his fork in hand.

The couple sits in the back seat as Bill and James who Bill filled in on the zoo date sat up from. Celèstine was giggling over the disguise Michael had on. A horrible fake mustache and teeth had her cheeks hurting especially when he made goofy faces at her every so often. She too had her own disguise, a ginger wig with atrocious choppy bangs , a huge mole on her right cheek that she glued down with the same glue she used for Micheal’s mustache, a baseball cap that belonged to Michael, and a pair of Michael’s ray bans he brought her to match his hat and sunglasses.

“We look ridiculous!” She laughs swiping her thumb over the mustache that was lifting a little on the corner of his lip.

“Playin’ dress up and sneaking around is pretty fun though. Especially with you.” She admits dragging her thumb down his cheek in a soft caress.

“They’re non stop with the goo goo mess.” Bill huffs from the driver seat. James nods rolling his eyes knowing exactly what Bill was talking about.

Celèstine scrunched her face up before sticking her tongue out at them through the rear view mirror.

“Oh you two know you love us!” She calls out.

“I wouldn’t say all that…” James jokes shifting into his seat to give a sarcastic look over his shoulder.

“So what would you say?”

“You two are cute but annoying at the same time.”

“You act like we’ve made out in the back seat while you two were in the car!”

The most PDA they’ve shown when they weren’t alone was hand holding, forehead, and cheek kisses and hugs.

“Can you please never do that?” Bill spoke up as he made a turn. The two bodyguards have gossiped over how cute the couple was and how they saw them becoming a couple before they even became one but one thing they both never wanted to see was the couple going ‘Rated R’ in any shape or form. They’ve watched them grow up through the years. It would be like walking in on their children.

“Billy Bill, we would never do that to you!” Celèstine reassures in such an honest tone.

“Can you stop it with the mushy mushy goo goo, too?” James asks knowing the answer.

“You’re nothin but a hater.”

“I’m not hating-”

“Undeniable, certified-”

“Every time yall are together yall bat yall eyes, gigging, and stayed glued at the hip-”

“Oh so you’re lonely!”

Beside her Michael, laughs at the blatant statement as the two went on.

“I already asked you to hook me up with Camile!” James argues back “but you want to be selfish…”

“And I already told you that Cami, is a ‘Man eater’! You’re not blaming me when she toss you away.”

James rolls his eyes “whatever” he mutters shooing Celèstine who scoffs out a “uh!” At such a dismissal.

Soon enough the four of the arrived at the zoo. Bill parking in the employee’s lot. He turns towards the two with a stern look.

“Zoo security is going to lead us to where we are supposed to go. Do not wonder off? Stay in our line of vision. Just because the zoo isn’t crowded doesn’t mean the people here won’t crowd you.”

Bill looks over at Michael giving him a pointed look because he was hardheaded unlike Celèstine who followed protocols.

“I’m looking at you Michael.” Bill says giving Michael one last look before getting out. Bill like a gentleman opens Michael’s door who didn’t hesitate to get out while pulling Celèstine with him. They walked side by side with Bill leading them to where the zoo security was going to meet them, with James trailing behind.

Michael was brimming with excitement because it was the perfect date. He didn’t have to worry about Janet or Latoya trying to steal his girlfriend away like they usually do, or one of his brothers making obnoxious jokes and kissing noises when she visits Hayvenhurst. He also didn’t have to endure one of Celèstine’s family members constantly talking to him while he was visiting California when they are at her house .

The only challenge he faced was the possibility of zoo keepers who might be fans of theirs, perhaps shy or starstruck, but it was easy to get rid of them. Take a few pictures, talk for a moment or two and the fans are satisfied.

Zoo security nods at the four acknowledging Michael and Celèstine before they went through their own protocols that they thought was best if things were to turn left as they lead them through the employee’s gate.

Michael allowed Celèstine to walk in front of him as he smiled and greeted zoo staff that happened to be in the restricted area with them. Celèstine doing the same even going as far as giving short hugs.

Not too long after the zoo keeper who happily took on the task of showing two of the world’s biggest stars around animal enclosures and introduced them to animals stood in front of them beaming like he wanted to fan out.

“Michael, Celèstine, I’m Eric, I’ll be showing you around today! We’re going to start off with the elephants and then with in the next 30 to 40 minutes I’ll take you to feed the large feline cubs such as tigers, cheetah cubs and such”

Michael broke out into a much wider smile hearing Celestine hum excitedly as if she swallowed her squeal all in the sake of not looking crazy.

Synopsis: Either cleaning them up or getting them out of their mess

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

“Like why the fuck do you have dirt all over your face?” You wiped his face off aggressively, he didn’t say anything but starred at you.

“Like how do you get dirt on your face?” He continued to stare at you with a grin slowly appearing on his face which you caught.

“This ain’t funny James like seriously”

“I was out with the boys” “yea doin something all y’all had no business doing”

You rolled your eyes harder then necessary.

“You gotta be more careful James” your voice soften just a little then normal.

“Awe your care” he smirked, you looked at him through your lashes before throwing the whips at his face, making him laugh a little.

“Was running from the cops” you let out a loud scoff “of course you were.”

You snatched a new whipe from the pack, wiping his face once again.

“You to rough baby” “good maybe your deserve it”

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

You waited for him at the back of the school with your arms crossed, clearly pissed off at him for breaking his promise that he made.

He just had gotten into a fight over something so stupid and petty, like why does he always get into fight-

The doors bust open revealing Martin and that stupid boyish grin of his.

“I don’t know why you think shits a game Martin-you do realize that if you get into one more fight you won’t be able to graduate right?”

You squinted your eyes stepping closer to him.

“Yes ma I know-“ “clearly you fuckin don’t” he saw how upset you were.

“Ma c’mon he was talkin shit” he tried to defend the situation while placing his hands on your hips.

“No you’re defending the situation” “…[💕] I don’t know why your so-“

Your glare made him cut himself off “thread lightly Martin” you warned him.

“Okay I promise, for real, I won’t get into anymore more fight” he held his pinky out.

You glared at his pinky and back at him before wrapping your pinky around his.

“If you break this promise again, see what’s gonna happen” he smiled at your threat, kissed you, but ended up whining in the kiss as he felt you twisted his pinky.

“Ow ow ow ow ooowww, MA” “keep playin Martin me, your sister, friends, AND PARENTS wanna see your stupid ass walk across that stage”

𝐉𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

“Like why would you even bring the weed pen in there in the first place?” You stood infront of him with your hands over your hips waiting for his answer.

“You know I’m a fiend-“ you cut him off with a loud laugh “oh please Juhoon-“ “other people bring there” he stood up pointing his hand out.

“Other people are NOT with me Juhoon, and this is about you and the decision you make” he stared at you.

“Like c’mon on Juhoon, stop getting in trouble, can you go ONE day, hell-a week without getting in trouble?”

He sigh loudly sitting down with his hands covering his face while you walked up to him.

You slightly yanked his head up making him look up at you “I just want you to stop getting into trouble juji”

You putted your hands in his hair caressing it.

He place his full face into your stomach, hands rubbing up and down on the back on your thighs.

“I’m sorry” “Juhoon-“ “no I mean it, I’m sorry for how I make your feel about my actions”

He looked back up at you giving you that look with his eyes.

“Forgive me?” You stared at his eyes before annoying sighing “fine” he grinned but you yanked his hair “don’t do it again”

He made a noise and nodded his head understanding you.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧

You waited outside of the police station, after bailing him out for the 6TH time by now, once he came out seeing you there leaning against your car.

He smirked slyly making his way to you, once he was close enough he opened his arm to hug you but you pushed him back.

“Damn it’s like that-“ “yes seonghyeon it is”

he rolled his eyes already getting annoyed. “Why are you getting so upset for?”

You looked at him like he was stupid.

“BITCH-…..this gon be my last time bailing you out, and when you get arrested again, seonghyeon don’t call me” you turned around walked around from him to the driver side.

“Okay? I won’t” you quickly turned back to him and he flinched a little.

“seonghyeon don’t piss me off, I’m upset because you keep getting arrested and I don’t want you to keep getting arrested, I just want you out of trouble” you pleaded to him.

“Baby I won’t get arrest again” he walked over to you wrapping his arms around you and you gave him a knowing look.

“You said the after you got arrest the first time seonghyeon-“ he whined.

“Stop calling me that, it’s baby or Sean to you” you pulled back from him while he smirked at you “get the into car seonghyeon”

He chuckled and was around to walk around but you grabbed the back of shirt.

“Make this your last time nor I’m actually gonna let you sit in that jail cell longer then you should”

He laughed out loud not believing anything your saying, clearly taking you as a joke.

“I’m serious seonghyeon” he shook his head and got into the car.

𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨

“How did he even get this drunk?” You asked his friends who was having trouble getting him into the passenger seat.

“I don’t know, we told him he needs to slow down but he doesn’t listen to us-“ “he doesn’t listen to nobody” his other friend spoke up.

You shook your head rolling your eyes “okay thanks” you walked off to the driver side as they close the passenger door going back inside the party.

You turned your head to him seeing him already looking at you with a drunk smile “I miss you”

“I thought I told you not to get drunk or get too drunk Keonho” you reach over to out the seat belt on him.

“Mhmm you don’t miss me back” you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“We need to get you home-“ “I don’t wanna go home without thought.”

You gave him a look “you parents kicked you out for shit like this and I don’t blame them” he gave you a pouty look.

“You so mean to mean” he leaned over tying to kiss you but you moved away.

“You reek of alcohol Keonho” “kiss me back” he whined out. “Stop getting drunk” you pushed him back and started driving.

“I love you [💕] you quickly look at him seeing him smile with his eyes closed, about to fall asleep.

You scoffed at him “I love you too idiot”

-

Author’s note: In this chapter we are skipping 2 years into the future. And warning to those who need it this chapter mentions miscarriages and abuse! Not in detail but it is mentioned. Please enjoy🩷 And feel free to comment your thoughts, opinions and or ideas.

~February 22 1983, One day before the 25th annual Grammy Awards~

“Stay still!” Magnolia exclaimed as she deftly combed through her daughter Celestine’s hair. It had been two long hours since she had finished washing and deep conditioning her hair. The task of styling Celestine’s hair seemed endless, yet she was always willing to do it. She had tried seeking help from beauticians and hairstylists, but they all either attempted to relax her hair or cut it to her shoulder blade, claiming it would be easier to manage. However, Magnolia refused to listen to their suggestions. She had nurtured her daughter’s hair since she was born, ensuring it was moisturized, trimmed, and styled in a protective manner. This meticulous care allowed her hair to grow long over the years. Now, at the age of 18, Celestine’s hair was hip-length when straightened and waist-length in its natural state.

Celestine let an annoyed huff escape her before a whinny “Can’t we take a break, momma! I’m sweatin’!” followed.

Magnolia couldn’t help but to smack her lips in slight frustration at the request! She only did half of Celèstine’s head and she still had to curl and style it.

“Bring me a glass of water…” Magnolia sighs as she sets the pressing comb back into the small ceramic thermal stove.

Celèstine wasted no time getting off the floor where she was sat crisscrossed between her momma’s legs, to bolt towards the door, to make her short escape from the dedicated beauty room in there house.

“Wow!” Steven says quickly sticking himself to the wall to clear out of his step daughter’s way.

“Is there any more of that smoked salmon, Papa Steve?” Celèstine asks stopping in her tracks.

Steven took a second to study the state his step daughter was in. Half fluffy Afro that looked like a large cloud, half glossy, silky straight.

“Yeah…bought more from the market this morning.” He says about to continue towards the stairs. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard Celèstine let out a little happy squeal before she was walking almost side by side with him.

“And crème fraîche?”

“Yes.” Steven nods

“And cappers?”

“Yes, Cel.”

Celèstine made it to the last stair first, practically skipping to the kitchen, the body of the voluminous Afro side bouncing along till she fully disappeared.

Steven shook his head as he headed to his home office, silently cursing his Bubbie for introducing Celestine to her favorite snack: smoked salmon on a slice of cucumber, topped with crème fraîche, capers, a squeeze of lemon, and a dash of salt and pepper. He had to keep smoked salmon in stock in their fridge to satisfy his stepdaughter’s craving. He was glad she craved the healthy snack instead of hard liquor and drugs, as he had seen so many of her peers in the industry fall victim to. That morning, he read in the newspaper about a once-rising actor now facing jail time for driving under the influence. He had worked hard to ensure Celestine stayed away from people who heavily indulged in such vices, making sure she was never left alone with producers and corporate executives who had been known to introduce stars to those substances. He had been successful so far, even if it meant he had to be the villain for declining opportunities, invitations, and gifts on Celestine’s behalf.

But now he had to work on actively protecting her and her image from her father. Magnolia’s good-for-nothing ex-husband she ran away from in the middle of the night while 4 months pregnant with only a few items of clothing, personal documents, and a few hundred dollars in her possession. Steven had heard the stories, each making him sick or angry. Magnolia had endured a lot! Preyed upon by a man far older than her, miscarriages after miscarriages by his hand, her sense of self and identity stripped away to his satisfaction all until she had enough. Now that ugly beast was on the prowl, wanting to sink his teeth into Celèstine so he can take credit for fathering such a star! And of course money! The old bastard threatened to take it to the media and blast Magnolia for keeping his daughter away. He was even willing to lie on Magnolia and Steven if he didn’t get his way. What type of man would tell the world that the mother of his child was pimping her out to the highest bidder in order for her to climb in popularity! What type of man was willing to reduce the pure hard work and dedication his daughter put in for years to get to the height of success she landed herself in? Baptiste Eli Lewis was who! And between all the secret meetings where there was hush money and manipulative threats, not once did Baptiste once ask to meet his daughter! The only time he ever saw her was on tv, on a magazine, or tabloid cover. He never even spoke to her on the phone. Celèstine didn’t know who that man was! For all she knows, he was dead and Steven wanted to keep it that way.

As he sat in the leather chair, on the phone with the man who once terrorized his wife he wondered what would it take for the man to leave them all alone and go about his life and leave them to theirs! Steven’s family was happy! Happy wife that was well taken care of and wanted for nothing! Happy step daughter who was nominated for multiple Grammy’s, who was about to go on her first official world tour, in a happy secret relationship with a great guy Steven approved of. Life was great….when Baptiste wasn’t holding his hand out.

“Can we skip all the ‘pleasantries’…how much do you want this time huh? How much will it take for you to keep your mouth shut so she can have her moment without your lies overshadowing it hmm?” Steve whispered icily, white- knuckling the phone, brows furrowed. He loathed having to spend even a second speaking to that low life.

An amused laugh bellowed from the other side of the phone before it paused almost as if Baptiste was taking a long drag of a cigarette. “5,000 for now… I’ve been keeping up on her in the news and such…this world tour will make millions-”

“And what of it? No let me guess….you want a piece of that pie too huh you pig headed lazy bastard! You didn’t even care that you had a kid out here until she was making millions! We owe you Jack shit!….”

“You owe me whatever I say! You playin house with my wife and kid-”

“My wife and kid,” Steven growls out the correction, squaring his shoulder as his lip twisted into a sneer.

“That woman has my last name! My daughter calls me Papa! You’re nothing but a fucking mistake! Celèstine doesn’t even know who you are and I’m determined to keep it that way!”

Baptiste let out a scoff with his own lip twisting sneer on his face. He took a heavy deep breath as he raked his brain on what words to retaliate with.

“You’re So damn pathetic Baptiste… 18 years and this is how you want to come into your daughter’s life? Then again it seems like you never wanted to be a father considering all the babies you beat out of Maggie- you know what….I’m gonna write you a check for a quarter million but you’ll have to meet with me and my lawyer-”

“Meet you and your lawyer… fancy ass white boy thinks he can put a price on my family-”

Steven clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. His freehand opening the top drawer before pulling out his favorite brand of cigarettes and a lighter.

“Hello!” Baptiste barked through the phone hungry to keep this interaction going.

Steven placed a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath before holding it for a few seconds.

The sound of a long breath blowing into the receiver made Baptiste giddy. He enjoyed twisting and pulling the nerves of people in any direction he could manage. Steven was being to understand this very well so as he licked his lips he decided to take all emotions involved out of the situation.

“250,000 dollars. You leave my damn family alone. You’ll sign a contract stating such, and if you dare mention any of our names in the press, I will be taking you to court. I can get Magnolia on multiple talk shows explaining why she did what she did! I can make you regret ever wanting a dime! The only reason why I’m entertaining you now is because I’m more than willing to protect that girl you fathered from you.” Steven sneers before taking another long drag of his cigarette.

“And if I don’t want to meet with you and your lawyer”

“You won’t be getting a dime and I will be taking legal action for the harassment and threats of violence you’ve committed against me and my wife and daughter. I have more leverage here Baptiste… I have the money to do what is needed! You only have cheap words and regret.”

Baptiste straightened his shoulders while going over his options and the possibilities. He’s been down on his luck since he woke up alone 18 years ago to an empty house. A house that became a pigsty within 2 weeks. His money went towards eating out, hiring someone to wash his work clothes, then he was let go for taking untouched leftovers from the kitchen. The woman of the house had caught him in the act of falling victim to starvation and desperation and had her husband fire him right on the spot. Now he lived with his brother and sister-in-law doing groundskeeping for the city, but it didn’t pay as well as being a butler for wealthy families. He was struggling to get by, and his sister-in-law was beyond ready for him to leave her house.

“250,000 dollars?” He questioned thinking about how they could easily put him on his feet. A modest apartment, some clothes, trips to a dinner or such.

“Alright fine…” Baptiste agrees shifting on his feet. He hoped he made the right decision. A quarter of a million dollars!

“Where are you this time Baptiste? New Orleans or somewhere down on Skid row?”

Baptiste kissed his teeth as he rolled his eyes before taking in the scenery of skid row as he stood next to the pay phone. “I’m here in L.A…”

“Good…Meet me at the Holland and Knight law office next week”

Upstairs Magnolia pins the last curl down into the elegant bun the sat on top of her daughter’s head. “Now you remember how I told you to sleep?” She asks as she took a net cap and placed it over the bun before grabbing a satin scarf to wrap her daughter’s hair in place.

“On my back- but momma I get sleep paralysis that way-”

“Do you want to mess up your hair?” Magnolia questioned tying the scarf down tight. 4 hours and 30 minutes spent washing, deep conditioning, blow drying, straightening, curling and styling long thick hair. She’d be damned if she had to do it over tomorrow! Not when Celèstine had to go get her nails and feet done, do one last dress fitting and other things before heading to the Grammy’s! Magnolia was willing to do touch ups but she wasn’t about to stress her self out by having to do her daughter’s hair over and clash with the schedule.

“Then sleep on your side and prop your head up.” Magnolia suggested taking a step back and stretch her arms and back. The immediate relief made her sigh before realizing she needed a nap.

“Clean this up. I’m gonna take a nap. Don’t bother me until I have to cook dinner-”

“But me and papa Steve was planning on having sushi… he’s ordering you a steak hibachi dinner since you refuse to even try a California roll.”

At the news of not having to cook Magnolia grins. “Okay. Don’t bother me till the food gets here then.”

She leaves the room without another word leaving Celèstine to clean up the hair tools and products alone.

The Marcel stove and all the curling irons, pressing comb, and flat irons was straighten up on the hair vanity, heat protectant, hair spray, spritz, and oil sheen placed back into the right cabinet, Bobby pins, brushes and combs placed in the correct drawers, used towels placed in the bin, the vanity was wiped down, removing any residue, floor was swept of any hair that had shed during the process of detangling and styling. By the time she was done she was ready to lounge on the couch.

“Cel! Phone!” Steven called from his office, his mind already racing with preparations for tomorrow. He answered the phone to a familiar voice and wasted no time redirecting the call to Celestine.

A smile swept across her face from the gut feeling of who she thought was on the other line. He called her just about every day, morning and night.

“Hello?” She spoke into the phone as soon as she picked it up. She fell back onto leather couch ready for a long conversation that was filled with random topics, updates about each other’s lives, jokes, and bashful flirting.

“Hey CeCe, I tried calling you this morning but Steven said you were getting your hair washed…” Michael spoke softly from his side of the line. He finally had a moment to call Celestine back. He was in his room, laid across his bed propped up on his pillow with a small genuine smile that emoted pure joy, happy to talk to someone who was happy to actually listen to him go on and on about things he learned and found interesting without any judgment or annoyance.

“It took like an hour and a half alone just washing it.” Celèstine huffs happy it was over.

Michael could picture it, he had experience getting his hair done, permed, he’s seen his sisters get their hair done and that seemed to take forever and with all the hair Celèstine has he could only imagine the process.

“You should’ve worn it in its natural state… it’s the prettiest that way.” He states thinking back to the times he saw her hair in its natural curly state. It seemed like a halo the way it framed her from her face to her waist. His favorite part was the way it would bounce wildly while she dance.

“It would’ve clashed with my gown…”

Michael rolled his eyes at her words but didn’t try to argue with her. He couldn’t not when he chemically altered his hair.

“I’m sure it looks beautiful how it’s styled but I will always love it the way it is naturally, the most….you look so beautiful with your hair like that.” He says the last part a bit quieter, shyer, and a little awkwardly. Something Celèstine silently thought was so cute about him.

“Really?” She smiled feeling the familiar fluttering feeling she usually gets when she’s either talking to him, when he smiles at her or when she catches him staring.

“Yeah…” he admits, sitting up to find a picture of him and her on his nightstand. It was a photo Bill had taken of them getting off an amusement park ride. It was one of Michael’s favorite pictures. Her hair, which had been in a simple bun, had come undone by the time the ride ended, leaving it wild and all over the place. She didn’t care as she beamed brightly, a few strands of hair playfully covering her face. Their arms were wrapped around each other, attempting to support one another, having been thrown off balance by the chaotic ride.

“You remember when we went to that amusement park-”

“The one you rented out for family and friends? That was so fun!” Celèstine grin recalling the memories of that day. It was totally random. He and Bill showed up at her house to pick her mother, Steven and her up that morning. A joyful charismatic smile brightened Micheal’s face as he pulled Celèstine to the car while explaining that he rented an amusement park out for the day.

“I think that’s where I realized my feelings about you changed…”

Celestine sat up, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his words. They had been dating for a few months now, keeping their relationship a secret because they desired something that the media couldn’t sensationalize and exploit for profit. They wanted the privacy to see if they could potentially become more. Something solid. Their feelings- something they’ve never fully admitted to each other due to how fresh their romantic relationship was- was there and growing genuinely.

“……You’ve always been my ugh….” Celèstine begins awkwardly, unsure if she should confess such a thing. Her secretive nature urged her to hold back, but something else compelled her to take the risk, even if it meant embarrassment.

“Don’t laugh! Promise?” She asks then waited for him to agree.

“Promise.”

Celèstine took a deep breath as her hands started to shake slightly, heart racing. “…….I’ve always had a crush on you….”

“What?!” Michael asked in disbelief. ‘Always?’ He thought sitting all the way up, his eyes widened. He began to wonder how he never noticed or if she was just that good at hiding it. They’d been friends for some years now and all this time…

“Yeah…” she trails off feeling even more awkward due to his response. Maybe such a conversation would’ve been better in person…or worse it’s hard to tell in Celèstine’s mind. She never really outright admitted her feeling to anyone. She always just allowed the boys she was interested in and was interested in her figure out how she felt. Okay maybe that wasn’t totally correct because she wrote songs about it. In fact that’s what her Grammy nominated album ‘LoverGirl And The Lonely Hearts Club’ was about. How much she regretted dating her ex-who shall not be named- and how much she wanted to be with someone else- i.e Michael, but the public nor Michael didn’t know that.

“So….” She says slouching and covering her eyes wishing the phone would cut off or that the earth would open and swallow her whole that instant.

Michael clears his throat trying to fight back the boyish grin on his face at her genuine confession. He had attempted to date women in the industry both in front of the spot light and behind it and they either was trying to use it to gain more attention or didn’t feel the way he felt. Who would’ve known that the typical ‘Friends to lovers’ trope was starring him down before leaping out and blanketing over him.

“So,” he repeats with amusement, happiness, and a hint of glee.

“You have nothing to say?”

It was silent again as Michael figured out what to say to make it less awkward and convey that he his emotions correctly without any misunderstanding.

“Can I come over?” He asks getting off his bed, he fixed the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he grabbed his wallet, hat, and sunglasses he wore in public.

“You know I don’t mind you coming over.”

“Good! I’ll be there soon.” He says hanging up the phone. He quickly puts his shoes on and grabs his favorite jacket, racing down the stairs. He had plan he quickly thought up. Drive to the most nearest florist and then straight to Celèstine’s house. He already knew exactly what to get. Pink peonies and stargazer lilies, Celèstine’s favorite flowers.

A simple mission that made his heart race.

‘Tickets for the upcoming ‘Lonely hearts club’ tour is just about sold out our sources report so I hope all of you hoping to see your favorite ‘LoverGirl’ live snatch up the remaining tickets before it’s too late’ one of the E.T co-host announce.

“That Celèstine sure now’s how to captivate an audience! I had to buy my daughter’s tickets or I wouldn’t have heard the end of it!”

“And she’s set to potentially win multiple Grammy’s tomorrow night so be sure to tune in! She’s been nominated for Album of the year, song of the year, record of the year, music video, R&B album, R&B song, female pop solo performance,pop vocal album,best pop dance recording, song writer of the year and Album cover.”

“11 nominations in total!” The co-host let out a long whistle clearly impressed. “Has anyone ever won that many awards in one night?”

Celestine felt a nerve twist in the pit of her stomach as she began to wonder if she could even win 1 of those awards. She was nominated with other artists who was just as talented as she. “No way I would win more than 2…”

“You wanna-” Celestine jumped startled by the unexpected voice that was right at her ear. A short yelp escaped her as she turned to see who had the audacity to sneak up on her and talk directly into her ear.

Michael couldn’t help but giggle as he watched the frightened expression gradually fade from her face. She reminded him of a startled kitten, the way she landed on her feet with such graceful ease.

“Only you would do that!” She huffed, crossing her arms, feeling a bit upset that he had managed to get her once again.

“You wanna know what I think?” He asks slowly walking around the large sectional to get to her.

“I think you’ll win every award! And if not all the majority cause your voice is magical…just like you.” He says tipping the bouquet down so she could see the gift he brought. Her gaze meets it and she couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful arrangement of her favorite flowers and instead of taking the bouquet she threw her arms around him more happy with the thoughtful and romantic gesture than the actual bouquet itself.

“You’re so sweet… and adorable. I love them-”

“You’re crushing them-”

“Yeah but I love hugging you more.”

Biting back a smile Michael hugs her back with one arm.

The mechanical clicking of a camera flash startled the couple, causing them to pull away and turn toward the sound. Steven observed the couple with a smirk, shaking the Polaroid picture in his hand as he made his way back to his office. He called out, “I heard him come in and knew you two would be awkwardly cute. I’m saving this picture for any potential future endeavors!”

“He can be such a mom.” Celèstine states finally taking the bouquet that wasn’t crushed to badly.

“When did I tell you my favorite flowers?” She asked not recalling ever having a conversation on the topic.

“You said it in an interview…you know the one where they were prying into your romantic life. Pink peonies because “they look so much prettier and romantic than roses” and star gazer lilies because “they sound like they hold magic in them”” he quotes her from her interview.

“That interview was like 2 years ago…”

Michael shrugs sheepishly before taking a seat.

“I have good memory”

“Good memory…” she trails off as she takes the seat right next to him. He hums and nods, taking in her bare face and soft grin.

“Well I really adore them, Sunshine” she says carefully setting them on the coffee table.

“Where’s Bill? He knows he’s welcome in too right? I remember tellin’ him that-”

“I drove myself!” Michael announced casually as if it’s the most normal thing.which it should be if he wasn’t such a terrible driver.

“You want me to drive you back? Celèstine instantly asks grimacing at the thought of him driving.

Michael scoffs at the offer before a bemused followed.

“Why would I need you to drive me back.”

“Cause your driving scares me!

Dramatically Micheal leans back against the couch, arms crossed looking like a toddler who was told No.

"I'm not that bad.." he says with a slight whine.

"You seat so close to the steering wheels it's almost like a little old lady possessed you and suddenly had a need for speed!" Celèstine explain laughing softly.

She reclines against the couch, joining him at eye level.

She grabs one of his hands, causing him to uncross his arms. She intertwines her fingers with his.

"I just want to have the peace of mind that you made it back home safe and sound. I appreciate that you ventured out for me but please let's at least get Bill to come here by Cab to drive you back."

The upset look on his face disappears, tightening his grip on her hand he caves.

Fine...only because my favorite 'Lover Girl' asked me"

He moves in towards her to kiss her forehead. A simple and sweet gesture silently saying he wasn’t willing to go back and forth on such a stupid matter especially since she worried about his safety and well being.

~February 23,1983~

Bright lights flashed every few seconds in waves as Celèstine stood there, cradling seven Grammys in her arms. Her heart raced with excitement, and her mind swarmed with disbelief as she stood in front of the cameras, capturing her emotions so that the press could all get their photos of her victory. There she was, the highest-earning awarded artist of the 25th annual Grammy Awards. A little Black girl born and raised in Detroit by a single mother who had nothing to her name but was willing to sacrifice everything she had for her daughter.

All types of emotions was running through her like a river and she could only imagine how her mother felt watching at home.

The female vocalist of the year, the song of the year, the album of the year, the best music video, the album cover, and the female pop solo performance were all categories she won.

No one had ever accomplished such a feat, and as a young Black woman, being the first to do it filled her with immense emotional pride.

A few moments later Celèstine was being directed away needing to do interviews. One of the workers held her with her long dark emerald gown making sure she wouldn't trip over the fabric. She looked elegant like an old Hollywood star. Her gown dramatic in its satin material pooling to the floor with a high slit, pinched in tasteful pleats to give texture at top, off the shoulder straps and the hip, synching her waist causing the material to nicely hug her hip, she had rhinestone embellishments on the hip above the slit, and holding up the off the shoulder straps to give a little glam and sparkle to the gown. Paired with black heels with matching embellishments and a simple black clutch she made Steven carry. Her hair in the updo her mother styled her make kept simple only to elevate her beauty except for a classic red lip that tied it all together. She looked timeless.

"You walked in nominated for 11 Grammies and walked out with 7 in total how do you feel about that?"

"Your tour is practically sold out what are your thoughts"

"Is there a second man who inspired you to write your current album or were you inspired by your 'Dream guy'?"

"How do it feel to be the first person to win that many Grammies in a single night?'

The short interview Steven and her publicist walked her through was going to be the longest few minutes she's ever experience. But she kept her smile and manners throughout the interview. Answering each question with grace and thoughtful, even joking and giving playful answers when asked about a relationship and who the other guy was that inspired her to write her album.

One the time was up Steven lead her away after she sweetly bid them a good night and a safe drive home.

"I can see it now...your mother is in tears!" Steven says amused as they make their way to the limousine.

"Hey!...Steven!" A familiar voice made Steven's blood run cold. His eyes shoot over to James silently telling him to get Celèstine in the car.

"Steven! I need the money"

"Shh-stop! Would you be quiet!" Steven hissed yanking Baptiste away as he shoots the on sight security away.

"What are you doing? Why would you come here! You're that low you'd embarrass her on her night?! That girl just made history! 7 Grammies in one night! Won by a young Black woman who came from nothing but a living mother and you want to ruin that moment?!"

"I need money-"

"Money! Money! Money! Did you not hear what I just said you piece of shit?" Steven sneers jabbing a finger into Baptiste face.

"Thee Celèstine Lewis just won 7 Grammies in one night! She made history!"

Baptiste shrugged at Steven's words, repeating his own

"I need money."

Steven's face scrunched in disgust as he digs for his wallet. He pulls a couple of hundreds and aggressively shoves it into Baptiste's chest.

"You don't give a damn about her it's just money with ...

Steven spat at Baptiste's feet before shoulder checking him while he walks back to the limo where James leaned against the trunk just in case things went left.

"Let's go."

synopsis: you and jermajesty are having a night out at a new club you guys found, you needed to fix your makeup. as you fixed it, a girl thought to flirt with him and he's entertaining it, causing you to make a scene, and causing him to take his anger out on you but in a different way.

cw: fingering, cunnilligus, arguing, use of strong language, f!receivingoral, overwhelmed reader, slapping, jermajesty!spittinginreadersmouth

You get in the car, slamming the door behind you. Jermajesty was already inside, his expression cold and pissed. He doesn’t even look at you as he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking spot he was in. “What the fuck was your problem back there? I wasn’t even doing anything. She came up to me!”

You cross your arms, obviously upset. “My problem? We wanna talk about my problems, nigga? My problem is that my boyfriend is talking to some ugly ass bitch, entertaining her and flirting back with her. THAT’S my problem. And it doesn’t matter if she comes up to you, you dismiss her.” You sat back forcefully in your seat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He doesn’t respond immediately, but you can see how hard his jaw is clenching in the night. 

“Your problem,” He says, voice low and surprisingly controlled, his left hand navigating the steering wheel while the other one slides between your thighs, pushing past your black lacy panties without even thinking. “Is being fuckin’ petty all the time. And now you gon’ pay for it.” His thick finger finds your sensitive nub, rubbing slow circles on it as he merges onto the highway, the car accelerating smoothly. Your legs automatically spread wider, your head falling back against the headrest. You try your best not to react, but your body betrays you, responding to his touch. “Fuck you, Maj.” You mutter, voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

He chuckles darkly, his finger slipping inside of you without warning. “Fuck me? No, fuck you.” he retorts, adding a second finger and pumping them in and out roughly as he drives with one hand. His thumb presses hard on your clit, circling it aggressively.

Your hips jerk up involuntarily at the sudden fullness. He doesn’t slow down, his finger hitting that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. “Four fuckin’ years, y/n.” he says, his voice rough and still filled with finger, “and you gon’ think that I’ll throw that away? You make yourself look like a damn fool.” His finger curls upward, hitting that spot again, causing you to arch off the seat. A moan escapes before you could even bite it back, “Maj, please…” you gasped, “we’re still in traffic.” Your warm skin glowing underneath the passing streetlights.

“Man, I don’t wanna hear allat… shut up and take it.” he growls, his fingers moving faster. As you guys get closer to home, he gets hit with red lights after red lights, giving him more advantages to lean over, biting your neck and kissing hard enough to leave a mark.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, getting wetter by the second despite how pissed you are at him. You grab his wrist, not to stop him, but to push his hand deeper. Once you arrived home, he didn’t hesitate to drag you to the living room, ripping that sexy dress you had on. He kicks his shoes off, already pushing your hips back as you fall onto the couch, not even saying sorry either. He just slides his mouth down, tongue working you open like he owns you. His stubble scratches against your skin as he devours you, fingers prying your thighs wide.

He eats your pussy like he’s starving and angry about it, his tongue brutal and deep. No foreplay, just face first into your wetness, sucking your clit hard enough to make your legs shake. Your hands go to his head gripping his curls as he feasts on you. He groans against your pussy, the vibration sending you higher. His tongue pushes inside you once more, fucking you slowand deep while his nose presses against your clit. You feel your anger melting into pleasure, your voice getting whiny. “Maj, wait–”

“Shut up,” he murmurs against your pussy, not stopping his hungry licks. “You been actin’ stupid all fucking night,” Then he pulls back, fingering you once again, your release building up. Your pussy clenching around his tongue, making him smirk. He knows exactly what’s coming, (pun intended). He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it while two fingers slide inside you, curling to hit that spot perfectly, your sweet juices spurting out. “There it is.”

Your orgasm is still rippling through you when he stands up, his dick already out and hard. He doesn’t even give you time to catch your breath before he’s pushing back inside your sensitive pussy. “You still mad, ma?” he grunts, his hips slapping against you. But you’re too sensitive from the orgasm to even answer. His cock hits that spot over and over, making you gape and whine. He leans down, one hand gripping your throat lightly. You try to push him off, but you’re too weak from your orgasm still. His dick hits your cervix hard, making you see shapes. “Four years, y/n,” he brings up again. “And you still wanna act like a jealous little bitch.” He hits that spot repeatedly. Your lips parted, no words coming, just shaky moans coming out.

“O–oh, baby, please! I’m sorry!”

Jermajesty growls, one hand gripping your thigh as he pounds into you. “You sorry now?” He hits that spot again making your eyes roll back. His other hand moves to your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple roughly. “Too damn late to be sorry.”

Your apology is cut off by another hard thrust, his cock swelling inside of you. He comes with a low groan, filling your pussy up with hot cum. “S–shhiittt… oh fuck.” He groaned, his words coming out in stutters. “O–open your fuckin’ mouth,” he leans over you, face inches from yours. You part your lips, obeying, and he spits in your mouth,you swallow with ease. Then, without warning, his hand comes up to slap your face. “Next time, don’t fucking start shit with me.”

contains : reader lowkey cheating but it’s justified imo, toji being sukunas number 1 hater, sukuna being a bad husband but later trying to be better

this is part 1/?

life wasnt all bad considering you were married to the richest man you’d ever known. contrary to the elites words money does by happiness, just momentarily.

because as soon as your back from a shopping spree done right— we’re talking laces and silks that are guilt pleasures to the average person— that happiness disintegrates the moment you step inside somewhere you’re meant to call home and are reminded of the absolute bleakness in every aspect of it.

now your sat in the same dressing room you have been which is starting to make you insane as the stark white light glares down on you. normally it’s the other way around where a husband watches in such great astonishment whilst his wife tries on a plethora of fabrics and hues, not a wife being told to rate 4 different blacks that look the exact same even to a trained eye.

“boring, boring and boring.” you sighed heavily, admiring yourself in the mirror that the brutes unnecessarily large frame dominates. sukuna adjusts his cufflinks for the hundredth time, stares as fondly as someone like him could at his reflection and motions the cashier over.

it’s almost taunts you. the blasé way he taps his card like the number of zero’s are irrelevant makes you sick. something you once relished in—because who wouldn’t. anything and everything that you wanted just waiting for your orders. it was great until it was all you had.

soon enough the spontaneous dinners and gifts that kept the marriage in its never ending honeymoon phase faded into black. replaced with wordless passings in hallways, strange men filtering in and out of the place you were supposed to call home and the tacky stench alcohol that refused to leave your side.

someone who gave you a promise land that he swore to share with you now practically lives in his office. first you thought sukuna clearly didn’t want to be around you, then it was questioning the sanctity of the seemingly pointless marriage and it finally dawned on you that it’s not you he fell out of love with it’s his business that he just loves more.

he ignores your comment picking up his now blaring phone and walks away mumbling something about work as always and disappears. you wait around for a while, browsing your own options as the store clerk saunters over. smiling over the dresses colour and how it would match with yours but before you can even give her a polite smile sukuna is rushing in with a stern “car. now.” like you were a child. like you had no agency of your own.

the drive is anything but the calm attitude that he tries to portray. his jaw ticks. eyes locked on outside the window like he reminiscing in something that stays forever unchanged. not to mention the wheel almost combusting at the amount of pressure on it.

“you should speak your mind before you crash this car.” you snide and he lets out an annoyed sigh. “the more you speak the more i’m inclined to.” the remark isn’t foreign to him, almost like he might’ve considered it.

and they say romance is dead.

it’s weird how your lives have come to this, from the most lovey dovey couple that people came to admire and look to for imaginary relationship goals to two people who could only be in each others line of sight for so long before the tension was practically waving a bright green sign for all to see.

the gps chimes and a ‘REROUTING’ alert pops up the screen, prompting you to look outside to the now unrecognisable route and then to sukuna’s lack of expression.

“you haven’t forgotten the way to your own house have you?’. taunting the person most cable of cutting your life short wasn’t the smartest of things you could have done but he’s become so used to it that he only grunts in response before the car turns left and begins to slow on to a gravel path.

was this finally it? was he bringing you to a secret location where he’d murder you or worse, keep you estranged from anything and everything. he pulls into a discreet house nothing to broadcast really but not a shack just, quaint.

a man is already outside letting a cigarette fall to the ground as smoke clouds around him emphasising the ghastly visual. he smirks and its sharp— goading like he wants to fight. when he reaches the car he’s already leaning on it like it’s his own, sukuna pays it no mind because that’s most likely just him but it irks you in the strangest way.

sukuna steps out to talk out of earshot moving further into the unfamiliar territory, the man is barely focused on the conversation staring right past your husband and at you. maybe eye contact wasn’t a strength of yours or maybe his was lethal either way you quickly found something on your phone to keep some sort of barrier between the two of you.

the distant voices come to a stop and the sound of gravel shifting towards you starts. “toji,” sukuna introduces whilst the other stays silent, “protection until i get some things sorted.” you scoff followed by an onslaught of words that no marigge with an inkling of normality would ever meet. he whispers a faint ‘you done?’ and you’re already storming away and into your new home.

the place is quiet, has an absence of humanity it it even could; bleak walls that just scream i’m gonna murder you.

you look around almost tripping over a black bag that’s obviously out of place, but the sound of the door whining open is enough for you to draw your hand back from exploring. “found something interesting?” toji asks lingering at the door, eyes tracking your slowing movements.

“you’re staying here?” you ponder turning to meet a smile that is the slightest bit disingenuous.

“no we’re staying here.”

.

it was like you could literally feel the evil swirling around you but it was just toji. draped in all black to look somewhat smart but he managed to ruin that image with his mouth. a series of obscene words that created vivid images which for some reason he couldn’t keep to himself. and pet names that no married woman would appreciate.

it’d been a couple days of tiptoeing around the house to avoid anymore interaction than needed but toni revels in the art of making people uncomfortable.

luckily for him sukuna wasn’t much of the possessive angry type he was before so it made his stalker level planning safer, just like today.

like normal you woke up, ready to swiftly move in and out of the kitchen as to not be noticed. you stood infront of the stove, oil already splattering onto surfaces, and dragging your hands down your face wiping the sleep away.

mornings in the place were surprisingly calming with the low hums of whatever roamed outside and the hum of the running pond.

toji heard you. he always does. maybe because he wakes up at abnormal times and holds himself stiff against the mattress so you wouldn’t be woken up. even though he’s been trained in the ways of sneaking aaround like a literal ninja.

he lies there and listens to your relentless grumbles because fair enough your whole world went to shit, a child that barely know how to run his own business for a husband. but you got a new house with a hot body guard so pros and cons.