#michael jackson

Your hands move over Michael’s body, greedy and desperate. He signed at your touch and held the back of your neck as you kissed him. Your tongues dance with each other, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths while you loosen the tie around his neck.

Michael shifted you onto his lap, hands resting on your clothed thighs, before they rubbed gently over them. You managed to get his tie off, slinging it to the ground before your fingers work feverishly to unbutton his shirt.

“Need you so badly, Mike.” You whisper, resting your forehead against his. He chuckles and pecks your lips. He dipped his hands beneath your t-shirt, pressing them flat on your bare back while you continued unbuttoning his shirt. When you fully unbutton it, you run your fingers over his chest, pulling a contented groan from him. Michael tilts your chin down and presses his lips to yours in another sweet kiss.

“Stand up for me,” Michael commands softly, patting your thighs. You comply, standing right between his legs, close enough that he can hook his long fingers on the strap of your leggings, pulling them down along with your cotton panties. You lift your feet to let the fabric pool at your sides while Michael tosses his t-shirt with them.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, guiding you back onto his lap. His fingers find their way between your legs, squeezing the warm skin of your inner thigh before he presses his thumb against your clit. You gasp and giggle excitedly when he pushes his index and middle fingers between your wet pussy lips. Without warning, he slips his index finger into you, then his middle finger, thrusting them into you, lazy and unhurried. Your hips grind on his fingers involuntarily, walls gently pulsating around them while he keeps that slow pace.

“Mike, I’m…” Your heartbeat quickens, and he hums, biting his lower lip with a wicked grin plastered across his face. With a shaky hand, you run your fingers through his hair, semi-focused on his expression as you ride his fingers.

Your inner thighs tingle as a soft orgasm threatens to come over you. Michael doesn’t let up. He curls his fingers just right with every thrust, hitting that perfect spot within you as he tilts his head to watch you fall apart. Soon enough, you cumming on his fingers. Your hand in his hair grips the back of his neck, lower lip between your teeth as you sigh loudly—a pathetic attempt to muffle your moans.

Michael scoffs at your reaction, shaking his head in disapproval. “Tsk, I don’t like that.”

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You lie completely naked on the king-sized bed in the main bedroom, your back against the cool duvet as Michael rids himself of his pants and boxers.

“Gonna make you cum all night, baby,” he teases, gripping the underside of your knees before pulling you to the lowermost end of the bed, “Gonna make love to you, then fuck you, then make love to you over and over again.”

“Fuck—” His words shoot straight to your middle, a hot, fuzzy feeling erupting right below your belly button. The slight friction burn from him yanking you forward goes unnoticed as he kneels between your legs and presses teasing kisses to your inner thigh. Your hips buck, needing more attention right where he’s purposefully ignoring you.

“So needy,” Michael blows on your clit, then kisses your thighs again. “What do you want, ma, hmm?”

“Please?” You whine, attempting to push his head forward.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Mike resists your push, blowing on your clit again. His cool breath makes your body tingle, nipples hardening in response.

This is torture. He’s so close yet so far. You could easily push yourself forward and connect his lips to your needy centre, but he’d just pull back and leave you begging.

“Tell me,” Mike repeats, squeezing the flesh of your butt with two fingers.

“Eat my pussy, Mikey. Please.” You give in, pressing your head hard against the mattress.

“Good girl.” Michael praises you before diving right in. His tongue flattens over your vulva, then slides upwards before he presses open-mouthed kisses over your clit. He moans like a starved man, sucking and licking your wet skin with lustful eyes focused on your reaction.

Your back arches as he devours you, hands gripping the duvet while you moan uncontrollably. Michael lifts your legs up and places one on each shoulder, giving him more access to your dripping pussy. He circles his tongue over your clit, then slides two fingers into you. Your breath goes frantic when he sucks on your clit and curls his fingers inside of you, causing yet another orgasm.

“Oh my god—Mike!” You finally speak, voice strained and shaky. Your hips rock in tandem with his fingers, a tight knot in your belly so close to unravelling.

“That’s it, sweet thing,” Michael mumbles with his mouth still wrapped around your clit.

You fall apart again, eyes squeezing shut as you moan his name with a cracked voice. Your legs shake and press against Michael’s face, pussy oozing with arousal over his chin. Michael hums against you, lapping his tongue over your juices with a satisfied grin.

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You’re on all fours, face pressed into a soft pillow with your mouth slightly hanging open. Michael’s on his knees behind you. His hands are gripping your hips while he ploughs into you with unimaginable speed, leaving you mumbling sweet nothings, senseless and dumb. His dick, long and thick, stretches you out unapologetically with every sharp snap of his hips.

Michael—ever the tease—strokes the back of your head with a gentle touch, cooing to you in a voice so soothing it leaves your mind numb.

“Such a good girl, hmm? Taking me so fucking well, sweet thing.” He speaks between thrusts, dipping his other hand between your legs to play with your clit. He rubs slow circles on it, a juxtaposition to his feverish thrust. Your mumbles turn into cries of pleasure, eyes watering and dampening the pillow below, while your pussy clenches around Michael.

“Mike—Mike, slow down—shit!” You beg through whimpers, your hands gripping the top of the duvet.

“Are you sure? Ah—” Michael asks mockingly before he moans too.

You shake your head, whining a loud ‘no!’ as another orgasm takes over your body. Your moans are loud, really loud. Michael pulls your head up by the hair when you try to muffle your pleasurable whines in the pillow. You scream his name, pussy gripping his dick so hard he comes undone too. Michael’s seed pours into you, coating your walls with warm arousal as he groans over your back, falling flat on top of you.

You both lie there unmoving, breathing erratically while Michael strokes your head again. He chuckles, and you do the same, knowing damn well what he’s thinking.

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Michael pushes into you again, making you both whine at the contact. You’re on your back again, legs circled around his hips with your hands gripping his biceps as he uses your hips to guide himself in and out of your sensitive pussy. His thrusts are unhurried, rolling his hips with a lazy rhythm. He’s making love to you now, teasing your clit with his thumb while one hand cups your boob. Each push of his hips makes you sigh breathlessly. Your eyes stay closed most of the time, opening them when he almost pulls out completely just to push back in with that leisurely pace.

“So sweet for me,” Michael moans, pinching your nipple, “Wish I could lie in you forever.”

“Michael…” You whimper, raking your finger over his toned back when he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Michael groans into the kiss, mouth parting to let your tongue slide over his lower lip. You suck on his lip, then bite it before licking to soothe it. To say you’re lost in a sensual  haze is an understatement. You’re completely gone. Your eyes are glossy with shiftless tears, hands gripping every reachable inch of Michael’s warm body while you moan and whimper mindlessly as he makes you come yet again.

This time, your orgasm is lethargic, drawing long and dazed moans of Michael’s name out of you. Michael buries his face in the crook of your sweat-slick neck, breathing in your scent while your pussy squeezes him with fluttering pulses.

“Fuck, you’re so tight—mmmm.” He whimpers near your ear, trying his best to hold it together. You wrap your arms around his neck and curl your fingers in his hair, moaning directly in his ear.

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Michael leads you downstairs, hand holding yours as your feet patter barefoot on the cool tiles. You’re both parched, throat dry from all the panting and moaning. He opens the fridge and grabs two bottles of water, popping one open and handing it to you. Your throat thanks you when you take a sip, letting the cold liquid slide down your pharynx.

“I ain’t done with you, you know that?” Michael sips from his own bottle, holding soft eye contact with you.

“Are you serious?” You almost choke on water, skin cooling down as you both stand in the kitchen naked.

“What did I say before you came on my mouth?”

Fuck

“Come on,” Michael tosses his empty bottle in the bin, placing yours on the kitchen island as he holds a hand out for you, “I wanna try something new with you.”

You raise your brows, curiosity evident in your smile as you take his hand in yours and follow him upstairs. On your way up, you poke his butt with your acrylic nail, making him scowl playfully.

“Watch it.” Michael turns around, dick hardening already for what’s to come.

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Michael lies on his back, calm and drunk with desire. He motions for you with a finger, eyes hooded and dark as you crawl on top of him. You drop your hips and straddle his fully-hardened dick, rocking over him. Your slick coats his length in your arousal as he ponders for a moment.

“Come ride my face, sweet thing.” He taps his cheeks with long fingers. “Lemme taste that pretty pussy again.”

You wasted no time, crawling further up his body until your glossy centre’s inches away from his lips. Michael inhales your scent, humming in admiration before he tapes your round butt.

“Turn around for me. Want that ass right here.” Michael’s voice rumbles between your legs.

You raise a nervous brow, tilting your head to the side with an awkward smile. “Are you sure?”

“Do I look unsure?” He quips and licks his lips.

You look down at him and bite your lip, shaking your head in disagreement.

He looks very sure.

You turn around, legs on either side of his upper body. The new angel gives him complete access to your ass and pussy. He wastes no time, pulls you down to his lips, pushing his tongue into your needy hole. His tongue explores you as much as possible, lapping at your fresh arousal like a man dying of thirst.

You groan in surprise, fondling your tits as your hips rock against his mouth. When you look down, you notice his unattended dick lying hard on his thigh. As if driven by sheer hunger, you lean forward and wrap your hands around him, still moaning as Michael works behind you. You spit on his tip, thick silva trailing down his large length before you stroke him lazily. Michael’s tongue inside you halts for a second when he whimpers at your touch. Your hands squeeze him in between strokes, making him moan more and more against your dripping pussy.

When you wrap your lips around his tip, all hell breaks loose. Michael thrusts involuntarily into your mouth, whimpering around your clit, which makes you moan too. A sultry song between lovers breaks in your shared bedroom. Your moans vibrating through his body only make him moan, doing the same to you. Not only do your moans add extra friction between you two, but they also fuel you both on. You bob your head over Mike’s thick dick, slurping on your own slip, which trails down his length. Michael bucks his hips in unison with your head bobs, hitting the back of your throat with a twitching tip. He doesn’t stop eating you out either. His tongue buries itself in your pussy again, moaning over your clit while he messily sucks on it. His chin and cheeks are drenched in a mix of yours and his arousal, a mix of wetness and semen coating his chiselled jaw while he presses open-mouth kisses to your vulva.

You cum concurrently. Michael’s hands grip your soft ass while he spills into your mouth. His warm cum coats your throat, some dripping out of your mouth as you cough from choking slightly. You don’t stop stroking him. Your hands move up and down his dick while you suck on his oozing tip, milking him dry for all he has. When you cum, you cover Michael’s lips in slick arousal. He drinks it all, whimpering and lapping his tongue to capture every drop of your orgasm into his mouth.

“Tastes so good—fuck!” Michael groans, drinking your last drop of arousal. He smacks your ass then rubs the plush flesh, definitely leaving a bruise. Your legs finally give in, and you almost suffocate him with your ass when you fall against him. Michael laughs a hearty but exhausted laugh when he pushes you off his face.

“Sorry.” You giggle and rest your head atop his sweaty chest, wiping a drop of your cum off his lip. Michael grasps your hand and licks your finger clean, greedy for every drop of you. “Jeez, Mike.”

“What?” He shrugs and kisses your finger. “You taste good, ma.”

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Birds chirp outside, indicating the dawn of a new day. Michael flips you both on your side, spooning you under the thick covers. His hand cups your boob, then slides down to push your leg slightly forward. His dick lies hard on your thigh, ready for another round.

“Nigga, you’re crazy.” You whine, fighting sleep, but suddenly feel turned on again.

“I made you a promise.” Mike presses his tip to your entrance, asking for permission. “Sun’s not up yet.”

You nod and he slowly—lazier than before—eases himself into you. You both sigh. Michael drapes his arm over your belly, pressing his face to the back of your neck with closed eyes. Your eyes are shut too, cheek pressed against your pillow as you intertwine your hand in his.

He makes love to you again, hips thrusting sluggishly from all the sensitivity from your previous activity. He whimpers into your skin, praising how you feel and how much he loves you and your body. You’re utterly gone too, mouth ajar and drooling on your pillow. You whine his name over and over again, letters morphing into each other as you twitch from super-sensitivity.

“Sweet thing. You drive me wild.” Michael grazes his teeth on the back of your neck, dick twitching inside you. His pace lets you feel every vein and ridge of his length, turning you on more than you thought possible.

“I love you, Mikey.” Your voice cracks, and you orgasm one more time. “I—I love you so much.”

“Love you more, ma.” Michael fills you with seed once more, groaning pathetically on your skin as his hips falter. “I love you more.”

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by the time you turned eighteen, you cut her off entirely. you didn't want to give her another chance to ever disappoint you again, and you thoroughly meant it.

now that you were grown and generating a little buzz with your own girl group, diana had suddenly started calling. she was constantly asking to set up times to meet and offering for you to come meet your new siblings. you denied her every single time, of course. you were perfectly fine with not seeing her again because you had already made your peace with the past. that was until you and your group were invited to perform your number one song off your new album at a major award show.

all the biggest names in the industry were going to be there, so you knew diana would be in attendance too. you couldn't decline the invitation because it simply wasn't fair to the rest of your group, and you really needed the exposure. so, you sighed and said yes.

when diana heard you were performing, she attempted to contact you once more—this time through your father, wondering if you would want to do a duet on stage or something. you declined immediately. absolutely not. you would never give her the satisfaction.

michael hadn't planned on going to that particular award show either. he had more than enough going on in his life at the moment. the media was slandering his name in all kinds of ways, spreading false narratives and ridiculous rumors, claiming he hated himself, and saying everything terrible under the sun. it was completely exhausting for him.

you had seen the articles yourself, and you felt incredibly bad for him. you believed that even though he was a major celebrity, people still had a right to keep parts of their lives private. the way everyone dehumanized him was entirely unfair. but since he was being honored with a special award that night, his team advised that it would be in his best interest to go. reluctantly, he showed up.

when you first made eyes with him on the red carpet, you were in complete shock. everyone around you was starstruck as well. when your eyes met, it felt like he was staring straight into your soul from across the crowded carpet. the only thought you could muster up in that moment was how gorgeous he truly was.

feeling overwhelmed, you shyly turned your head and faced the other way to continue talking to your friends. that was when michael really got a chance to admire how beautiful you were from afar. "who is that?" he thought to himself, completely captivated. later, after being directed to his seat in the very front row, he finally found out your name, but what he didn't know was that you were diana ross' daughter.

soon enough, the opening notes to your hit song began to play, you walked out onto the stage and began to sing. the funny thing was, you actually hated this song. you didn't believe a single word you were singing because you thought it put out the wrong message about settling for less in relationships. yet, you sang it so beautifully and put so much emotion into it that the track had made it all the way to the top of the billboard charts.

the writers didn't care about your complaints, the label didn't care, and the audience damn sure didn't care because of how loudly they were reacting. they were singing the song nearly word for word, clapping along with the beat.

watching from the front row, michael was completely infatuated with you. you had a beautiful voice and an even more beautiful smile. he decided right then and there that he wanted to know you.

right after your set finished, the stage producers rushed over and told you that you and your group would be the ones presenting michael jackson with his award.

your heart was in your ass, to say the least. you couldn't believe this was happening. but before you could panic, you were walking back out, reading the cue cards you were given, then handing the heavy trophy over to him.

your hands brushed against each other lightly, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. he smiled warmly and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, which completely took you by surprise.

"thank you, beautiful," he whispered near your ear before stepping up to the mic for his acceptance speech.

you and your girls exchanged wide-eyed looks as you walked off the stage. "do you know him?" one of them whispered.

"no i don't, i swear!" you responded, your heart racing. but little did you know, your mother was waiting right in the wings for you.

"hi baby! how are you! you did wonderful! i’m so proud of you, my gosh! you definitely get it from your mother," diana said loudly, wearing a proud smile for anyone watching.

"hello diana. please excuse me," you said coldly, walking right past her toward your dressing room. she was absolutely not about to ruin your performance high.

when michael finally left the stage, his mind was still completely occupied by you. he wanted to know everything about you—what you liked, what you didn't like, where you were from, and even what you looked like when you woke up in the mornings. he wanted you bad. but he couldn't seem to find you anywhere for the rest of the night. so, he did the next best thing. he wrote you a quick note and had it delivered directly to your hotel room.

when you got back to your room and unpacked your things, there was a knock at the door. you opened it to find the concierge handing you a note.

we don’t know much about each other but i would love the chance to take you out and get to know you, michael.

his personal phone number written right at the bottom.

you staring at it, thinking this had to be a joke or a sick prank. that was until you actually dialed the number. the phone only rang twice before a soft, familiar voice answered on the other end.

"hello?"

your breath hitched in your throat. you had spent the last hour convincing yourself that one of your group members or a prankster from the label had somehow slipped that note into your bag. but hearing that unmistakable, gentle tone made your stomach do a complete backflip.

"hi," you whispered, suddenly feeling very small in your massive hotel bed. "is this... michael?"

"yes, it is," he replied, and you could practically hear the warm smile in his voice. "i’m so glad you called. i was hoping you would. you were absolutely incredible tonight. i couldn't take my eyes off you."

your cheeks burned hot. just hours ago, you were on that massive stage, trying your best to ignore the fact that you hated the very lyrics coming out of your mouth, while trying to dodge your mother's sudden, manipulative burst of affection backstage. you hadn't even fully processed the sheer weight of what happened afterward.

"thank you," you said softly. "you looked really nice as well."

michael softly blushed on the other end of the call, clearly pleased. the two of you continued to talk for a while, losing track of time, before he finally asked if he could come pick you up. you agreed. you spent the next hour getting ready, picking out a nice outfit, and then you were gone. michael and his security guard, bill, picked you up in a sleek car and drove you to one of the best, most private restaurants in new york.

after a wonderful dinner where the conversation just seem to flow so easily, he took you to a nice luxury boutique that he had completely shut down just for you, telling you to pick out anything you wanted. you were reluctant at first, but after his gentle insistence, you accepted a few things.

afterward, you ended up back at the hotel, standing out on the balcony watching the people, the flashing lights, and the beautiful city skyline. the night ended with a very small, gentle kiss goodnight. it wasn't too much, and it wasn't too intimate, but it was incredibly sweet.

by the next morning, the headlines were absolutely crazy. you and michael’s faces were plastered everywhere. the sun barely had a chance to peek through the curtains of your hotel room before your phone started ringing off the receiver.

you groaned, rubbing your eyes and reaching for it, thinking it was just your group members wanting to obsess over the night before. then you saw the morning paper that had been slipped under your door. there were clear pictures of you and michael from your night out.

one was of him holding the door open for you outside the restaurant, another was a blurry but obvious shot of the two of you laughing inside the boutique, and the biggest one was a photo of that sweet, gentle goodnight kiss outside your room. the headlines were completely wild, calling you "michael's secret romance" and asking where this mystery girl had come from.

and before you could even process how fast the media worked, the phone started ringing again. this time, it wasn't a random number or your friends. it was your dad.

"hey, dad," you answered, your voice a little shaky from all the sudden chaos.

"honey, are you okay?" he asked immediately, sounding deeply worried. "i'm guessing you haven't seen the papers yet, but that's not even why i'm calling. your mother just called me screaming her head off."

you sighed heavily, leaning your head back against your pillows. of course she did. "what did diana want now?"

"she's furious," your dad said gently, trying to calm you down. "she saw pictures of you and michael. then she was yelling about how you ignored her backstage but had time to go out with one of her closest friends. she thinks you did this on purpose to hurt her or use her name to get close to him. she's in a total jealous rage, honey."

it completely made sense to you. diana always loved being the center of attention, especially when it came to major stars like michael. the fact that her estranged daughter—the one she had ignored for years—was now the main topic of conversation next to the biggest star in the world was eating her alive. she couldn't stand that she wasn't the star of the narrative.

"i don't care what she thinks," you told your dad honestly, looking out at the city view. and that was the absolute truth.

"i know she wasn’t a great mother to you, but maybe this is a chance to finally put things behind the two of you," your dad said over the line, "people change. maybe you should try to reconcile."

you scrunched your nose, completely disagreeing. you knew diana, and this wasn't about maternal love—it was about control. before you could even start explaining that to him, your phone gave a sharp beep, signaling a waiting call. you pulled it away from your ear to check the screen.

"hold on father, i’m getting another call," you said.

you clicked over, pressing the phone back to your ear. before you could even say hello, that familiar, soft voice came through the receiver, sounding incredibly stressed.

“hello?”

“hi michael”

"i’m so sorry for all of the drama," he said quickly, voice laced with genuine guilt. "i should’ve been more careful. i never wanted to put you in the middle of all this media mess."

hearing how worried he was instantly softened your posture. after everything you'd read about how the press treated him, you realized he was probably terrified that he had ruined things with you.

"it’s okay, michael. i’m not upset with you," you assured him, keeping your voice calm and steady. "the press is going to do what they do. you don't have to apologize."

you could hear him let out a quiet, relieved sigh on the other end. "thank you," he murmured. he paused for a brief moment, the tone of the conversation shifting into something much warmer. "i really enjoyed the time that we of you shared last night. i'd love to see you again."

a small smile tugged at your lips, the drama of the morning momentarily fading away. "i'd love that too," you agreed softly. "i'm leaving the city today, but i'll let you know whenever i'm back in town."

"i'll hold you to that," he replied, a hint of that sweet smile returning to his voice. "have a safe trip."

after a few more quiet words, you hung up the phone and tossed it onto the mattress. you let out a long, heavy sigh, staring up at the hotel ceiling. your dad was still waiting on the other line, but honestly, he was the least of your worries right now.

you knew your phone was about to start blowing up all over again, and you still had to hear your manager’s mouth about this entire incident the second you walked down to the lobby.

an entire month later, and you and michael’s schedules had been completely conflicting. michael was buried in tour prep and grueling dance rehearsals, while you were constantly in and out of the studio recording new tracks and campaign shoots. but despite the distance, nothing faded or fizzled out. you two talked on the phone nearly every single night.

during one of those late-night conversations, he asked you about your upbringing. you told him that it had just been you and your dad growing up and he opened up about what it was like for him to grow up with such a big family in the spotlight.

you felt a small twinge of guilt for not mentioning diana, but to be fair, you figured that it was public information, if he wanted to find it he could’ve. besides, you didn't consider her a mother in the first place, so why bring negative energy into your safe space?

one night, you were sitting on your bed, carefully painting your toes while waiting for michael’s call. when it finally rang, you picked it up with a smile, but the smile quickly dropped. michael sounded completely distraught.

"michael, what’s the matter?" you asked, setting the nail polish bottle down.

"are you really diana’s daughter?" he blurted out, his voice heavy with confusion and hurt.

you sighed, your heart sinking slightly. "yes, but—"

"and you didn’t think to tell me this?" he interrupted, sounding breathless.

"honestly, michael, no. i didn’t," you responded truthfully, keeping your voice steady. "because it doesn’t matter to me."

"well, it matters to me—"

"and why is that?" you countered.

he sighed, "because diana is a friend of mine."

you rolled your eyes hard, a sudden wave of irritation washing over you. "are you sure that’s all she is to you?"

"what are you trying to say?" he asked, his tone turning defensive.

you took a deep breath before responding, trying to ground yourself. "michael, i could care less about diana. i like you. regardless of your ‘friendship’," you said, crossing your legs. "in my eyes, she isn't my mother. she couldn’t even tell you my favorite color if you asked her. please. don’t let her ruin a good thing between us."

there was a long, painful silence on the other end of the line. you could hear him breathing, processing everything.

"i understand that, lovey," he finally said, his voice dropping to a soft, troubled whisper. "i just... i need some time."

and with that, the call ended.

you slowly lowered the phone from your ear, staring at the phone in absolute disbelief. a pit of anger and hurt formed in your stomach. you couldn't believe that diana was truly that evil, that she would reach out to michael and use her relationship with him just to sabotage your happiness. her own daughter.

the anger burning in your chest was too much to ignore. before you could talk yourself out of it, you found her number and hit dial. the line didn't even ring three times before she picked up.

"hello?" her smooth, practiced voice echoed through the speaker.

"diana, stay out of my life," you snapped.

there was a sharp pause on the other end. she immediately recognized who you were from your hostile tone, but she quickly masked her surprise with that airy, fake ass tone she always used. "you’re my daughter. why would you ever want that?"

"because you’re a poor excuse for a mother," you spat back, not holding a single thing. you were done playing nice.

diana let out a dry chuckle. "is this about michael? dear, you do know he’s been in love with me for years, right?"

the sheer malice and jealousy in her voice made your blood run cold, but you refused to let her see how much it stung. "i don’t care," you told her, your voice dropping to a deadly, quiet calm. "he could’ve been in love with the pope. i meant what i said, stay out of my life. what i do doesn’t concern you. you lost that right a long time ago."

before she could even attempt to weave another lie, you slammed the phone back onto the receiver, cutting her off completely.

the moment the line went dead, the walls felt like they were crashing in on you. you grabbed the nearest pillow, pressed your face deep into the fabric, and screamed at the top of your lungs. you were so damn frustrated.

she had ignored you your entire life, and now that you were finally building something for yourself—both in your career and with a man you actually cared about—she just couldn't sit back and let you be happy.

You looked at him from your bed, with your eyebrows furrowed, thinking of what could have him ask such a question.

“It just depends.” You shrugged answering honestly. Michael hummed, a comfortable pause in the air.

“Does it hurt you?” He asked. When you told Michael you’ll help him with life experiences, it went farther than you thought.

When Michael came to college, he didn’t have many friends. Both of you were paired for a project and you being a social butterfly, he felt comfortable with you.

He had an initial attraction to you but after allowing him into your circle, it only grew. One boring night in your dorm, he confessed he didn’t have much experience.

Why wouldn’t you want to help a very attractive, adorable, friend in need.

Somehow you ended up being friends with benefits.

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“You ready, baby?” You asked him, wrapping your hand around his large length. He nodded, breath picking up admiring your naked body.

When you and Michael first was heading down the intimacy road, you were so sure he wouldn’t be able to handle all that. Boy, did he prove you wrong.

The bed creaked as you positioned yourself over him, lining up his tip to your entrance. He placed his palms on your bed, clenching the sheets in anticipation.

You glided his tip between your folds, noticing he was already leaking pre-cum. He bit his lower lip, eyebrows pinched. You loved how sensitive he was, it only gave you encouragement to keep going.

You slid down on his stiff length, causing a whimper to tumble from his lips. You let out a moan, your arousal causing a smooth entry. You finally felt your ass connect to his hips indicating you reached the base.

His eyes were clenched tightly, chest rapidly moving up and down. "Look at me, Mikey." You told him, tilting your head to the side. He opened his eyes, already hooded seeming as if he was fucked out.

His dick stretched you out so well, and you couldn't help but clench around him. 'D-don't do that, I'm not gonna last." He moaned, hands flying to grip your hips.

You never cared if he came too quick, that was usually your goal. He managed to pop right back up a few minutes later.

He may not realize it but he has the stamina of a rabbit. You shook your head, planting both feet on the bed before sliding yourself up.

You stopped to where only his tip was in before slamming down, creating a clap in the room from the skin meeting.

"OH M-" Michael cut himself off with a loud moan, throwing his head back. "Mhm, you like the way that feel?" You asked.

Before he could respond, you repeated your movement, and his hands flew out to grip the fat of your hips. “P-please!” He whimpered, soft panting coming out.

His eyes struggled to stay open and you settled on rocking your hips against him. Michael was truly the best you ever had, and you told him that just to make him get all shy and cover his face.

You could tell he was smitten over you and you eat it up every time. As you grinded against him, he took that moment to catch his breath, admiring your pretty face above him.

His eyes landed on your glossed lips feeling the urge to kiss them. Once he felt you lifting up to his tip, his mind went somewhere else knowing what’s next.

You dropped back down onto him, ripping another cry out from him. His eyebrows furrowed,babbling random phrases as you continued the vulgar movement.

“Oh my—t-too good—can’t take it.” He whimpered. You placed your hands on his abdomen, throwing your ass against him, shaking the bed. Every slam, he let out an exasperated moan.

“You can take it baby—take this pussy—fuck.” Another thing he learned about himself is hearing your sweet voice dirty talking him. It only made him want to nut in you.

You placed one of your hands on your knee, gold bracelets jingling. You continued to bounce on him, and his mind started to get foggy, that’s how he knows he’s getting close.

“My baby look so cute under me like this.” You giggled while his head lolled to the side. “Y-you gonna make me cum.” He quickly said, hands tightening and loosening around you waist repeatedly.

He seemed as if he was trying to hold on to his sanity, using your soft skin as a guide.

You placed a hand on his knee, slightly arching back giving him an open view of your glinting belly ring. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked him and he nodded quickly.

“Where at?” You loved making him speak to you, especially since he was shy when you first started. He didn’t even like hearing the words at first, now he begs you to speak like that to him.

“Inside.” He whimpered, “Show me.”

Whenever you say that phrase, it’s like a light switch. A sign for him to take over and do what he wants. He never fails to listen either.

He reaches up to pull you down against him, your nipples pressing against his chest. He planted his feet properly on the floor before pounding up into you.

You moaned, hands gripping the sheets feeling his tip kiss your cervix repeatedly. “T-tight—oh my God—p-please!” He begged as if he wasn’t in control. His hands trailed to grip your ass, making you meet him halfway.

The ball in his stomach only grew, and yours was already halfway. “Fuckkk, you doing so good.” You moaned in his ear. His jaw was dropped, dragging your soaking pussy up and down his length.

You felt his grip tighten, pace becoming frantic. You decided to kiss him, easing your tongue in his mouth.

His moans mixed with yours feeling your warm tongue roam in his mouth. He felt your slick glossed lips rub against his, sharing the shiny product.

Your eyes rolled back, body shaking as the bubble inside of you popped. You didn’t have time to warn him, too warped in the feeling of him using you.

The uncontrollable clenching from your pussy had him toppling over, warm nut shooting up into you. You sat up, catching your breath in the process.

“You just took all my lipgloss.”

“A tape?” You tilted your head, sitting at the edge of the bed. Your legs crossed, as your body oil glistened off your skin. The light reflecting off your plump skin as you watched him in front of you, somehow fell to his knees. The beauty of his doe eyes pulling you into a trance like a magician doing his hypnotizing act.

“Yeah… like y'know—”

“A sex tape,” you cut him off mid-sentence, your giggle cutting throughout the large room, interrupting the silence that once occupied the room.

“Can we?” He pleaded. Somehow, his Bambi eyes became more prominent as he pleaded with him, but he didn't have to because you were going to say yes anyway. In fact, the thought plagues your mind constantly, day in and day out.

“Y'know I wasn't even going to say no,” his eyes lit up like he'd just heard the best news of his life, but to him, it was. Almost immediately, his lips crashed into yours, his fingers deeply intertwined with yours as he lifted himself off his knees before he hurried off to grab his camera, earning a giggle from you at his eagerness.

Everything was set up perfectly, almost too perfectly. The lights were dim, the camera set at the perfect angle to where the whole of the bed could be seen perfectly as the sheets stretched out perfectly over the bed, the pillows neatly stacked against the headboard. The coolness of the room soothes your overheating body from the exhilarating feeling of recording your love-making session, making your stomach twist from anticipation.

Michael did one last check, peeking at the small screen of the camera to make sure it was set. “Are you ready baby?” His voice oozed with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I mean it wasn't like he'd done anything like this, not with you, not with anyone, but it wasn't like he wanted to do it with anyone else anyway.

"Mhm,” You hummed absentmindedly, too focused on the excitement that was tracing itself down to the wetness that pooled in your panties, making them much damper than they were at the start of the night as you watched him press play, walking over towards the bed, immediately letting his hands roam all over your waist before his fingers hooked on to the waistband of your panties, nudging them down slightly as you lifted your bodying giving him enough room to sliding them off, tossing them to god knows where.

“M'gonna miss this pretty thing so much when I leave for tour,” he cooed, the warmth of his breath heating up your already hot skin as he pressed hot kisses along your stomach, slowly making his way up to your boobs, making sure to give attention to each side. His warm mouth captured your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds as his free hand moved to roll your other nipple in between his fingers, earning a hoarse moan.

“Mikey…” you whispered, your fingers making their way to the curls that sat on the top of his head. Your fingers twirling over and over around the curl that your finger found interesting. A light hum came from inside as he pulled away. A gentle pop filled the room, as the mic picked up every sound.

“Please, please, I want you so bad,” you whined, letting your legs wrap around his waist, your arms connecting around the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss. The sound of your lips constantly moving in sync penetrating the quiet night as your tongue swirled relentlessly against each other. Your bodies desperately pressed against each other as his hand made its way to the small of your arched back.

“Want me to make you feel good?” He murmured, pulling away for a slight moment before devouring your lips again. The slight mint taste filling his mouth from when you had brushed your teeth earlier.

“fuck—please,” you whimpered, his hand moving from the small of your back down to your soaked cunt, his large fingers slipping inside your wet folds, earning a drawn-out whine.

He pumped his fingers in and out, almost painfully slow. So slow that you took it upon yourself to grind your hips against his curled fingers.

“Oh… Michael, right there,” you begged, your body reacting on its own as his free hand, entangled with yours. Your plump gummy walls flutter against his fingers, a suppressed groan, barely escaping his throat.

The only thing he could think of was how gorgeous you looked under the light. Your face twisting with undeniable pleasure as your mouth fell open, closing again, before opening for a final time, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

"M'so close” you cried out, back arching off the mattress as you clamped your legs shut around his arm, sucking his fingers in deeper, as your hands gripped tightly on his arm, your toes curling, eyes rolling back so far that they seemed to hurt before they managed to fall back to their original place.

“I got you, angel, let go, I'm here,” he affirmed. The feeling of his boxers getting tighter by the second, made him suddenly feel claustrophobic.

The sudden loss of his touch made you whine as you watched him free himself from his stuffy boxers, his cock gently slapping against his stomach with a light tap. His mind was hazy with the thought of his cock being buried deep inside your walls as he slid his tip against your folds, his already sensitive body lurching forward from the sudden stimulation.

“I love you so much, so beautiful,” he murmured, as he slowly pushed his length in. The sound of your in-sync moans dispersing into the air, keeping the room noisy.

Your walls were beyond stretched, the feeling of his veins sliding against the spongy walls made the feeling even more pleasurable. Your vision blurred, warm tears soaking your cheeks, dampening your pretty lashes. The feeling of your sweaty bodies sticking to each other as his hips steadily slapped against yours, filling the room with the loud sound.

By now the room was stuffy, the smell of sex and sweat dripping from the walls. The air-conditioning that seemed to work mere hours before, was now determined as useless. “You feel s’good, I don't think I can last longer,” he groaned, head falling into the crook of his neck as he pressed another kiss to it. The feeling was all too much. Taking over his senses. The constant whines falling from his mouth uncontrollably as the steady pace became sloppy by the minute. His mind was so thick with the feeling of your pussy sucking him in like it was the only thing it could take.

“Make me cum please— m'close”

God, the sound of your voice begging him, sent his cock twitching. His body uncontrollably thrusting sporadically as his breathing became heavier, vision blurred, head tossed back as his hips snapped against yours for the final few times.

“Oh god, baby, cum with me,” he barely managed to pull out on time, the essence of both of you drenching his cock as it laid against your stomach, that foamy white ring glistening around the base where the two of your previously connected.

The only thing that filled the silence with the room were the heavy breathing and groans as the two of you came down from your highs.

“I think the camera made it better,” Michael laughed breathlessly.

“Maybe we should do this more often.”

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