His Mean Ass Wife! who was scarier than any bodyguard he could have. You’re always at his meet and greets eyeing his more touchy-feely fans and they see you clear as day. They were definitely more respectful when approaching Mike when you’re around.
His Mean Ass Wife! who was at every award show, clapping and cheering for him the loudest. Best believe you would mean mug the people sitting next to you who didn’t want to applaud your husband when he would win his awards.
His Mean Ass Wife! who doesn’t let paparazzi and reporters get away with asking insulting questions because you’ve done your research on some of the more repeat offenders.
“Mrs. Jackson, how do you feel about these new allegations??”
“I’d be less concerned about Michael Jackson and more about my own allegations if I were you, Mr. Carny… is it? Didn’t you just lose your kids in a custody battle?”
His Mean Ass Wife! who was unconcerned about news outlets and the tabloids naming you his “mean wife.”
“Baby, they shouldn’t be saying these things about you. I hate them. You’re not mean.”
“Oh yes the hell I am. I refuse to let these vultures bully you for some sick ass shit you didn’t do or how you look. It’s not right. Hell, they’re lucky I haven’t put my hands on anybody.”
Michael was still a little weary about the media treating you like how they did him but you assured him that it didn’t get to you because you were always going to defend him at the end of the day.
His Mean Ass Wife! who wouldn’t allow anybody to play with Michael’s health. Least of all himself. You vetted every doctor and nurse. You made sure he kept up with his medicine routine, eating regimen and keeping him hydrated. The last thing you ever wanted to see was him pass out in rehearsals again due to dehydration. When you noticed him struggling to read one of his books, you forced him to go to the optometrist to get some readers. (He was so embarrassed.)
His Mean Ass Wife! who hated when he would start talking bad about himself due to his weight gain. You nearly cursed him clean out over hearing it.
“Everybody’s saying I’m blowing up. I mean, just look at me. I don’t look good.”
“Now I know damn well you not sitting here talking bad about my fine ass husband? About his sexy ass body? This body that I feed good every night. This body that’s been through so much trauma. This body that I make love to. Man, you better shut up with that noise.”
You don’t play that shit at all.
His Mean Ass Wife! who still wouldn’t let his brothers talk to him crazy. He already had enough on his plate, he didn’t need those closest to him to knock him when was already down. Like Randy. Especially Randy, you hated him. Sibling roasting or not, you knew your husband was sensitive.
“Boy, Mike, you were looking a little slow on that VMAs stage. Old age hitting ya?” No one else laughed with him. You turned your head in his direction, eyes narrowing.
“And when was the last time anybody booked you on their stage, Steven? Quickly.” You snapped your fingers, waiting for an answer. When one didn’t come, you sat back in Michael’s lap curled into him while he squeezed your love handles affectionately.
His Mean Ass Wife! who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge Joseph’s presence during Sunday family dinners at Hayvenhurst. To you, it was firmly fuck him until the day he died. You didn’t care that Michael might’ve forgiven him but you weren’t your husband and absolution wasn’t in the patriarch’s cards in this lifetime or the next.
His Mean Ass Wife! who had no choice but to be bad cop when it came to their kids. Those little hellions knew how to get over on their father, ever since they were born. He couldn’t resist their big doe eyes pleading for ice cream for breakfast. You even threatened to put Michael in timeout if he didn’t tighten up. In the end, you always won because he couldn’t handle you being even a hint of upset with him. He liked you mean but he didn’t want you mean with him. That was how he got banned from cuddles at night and that was just unacceptable.
not that anybody asked for a part 2 but i couldn’t help myself. couldn’t leave those ideas on the cutting room floor. mike definitely needed him a mean ass wife to keep everybody and himself in check!
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synopsis: it’s mature! michael’s 44th birthday and you want him to feel special
warnings: slight mention of case and crying
notes: this one is more lengthy bc i get so emotional thinking about what he was going through mentally during this time (i’m not crying you are).
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today was michael's 44th birthday, and you wanted to make it as special as you possibly could. the past several months had been unimaginably hard on him with the allegations and ongoing trial hanging over his head. the stress had slowly chipped away at him, leaving him quieter than you'd ever known him to be. lately, he spent most of his time alone, disappearing into another room or wandering off somewhere in the house just to be by himself. you knew it wasn't because of you.
he was simply trying to carry the weight of everything the only way he knew how. most nights, the two of you would lie in bed watching whatever movie happened to be on, the silence between you louder than the television. michael felt guilty for how much he'd withdrawn, admitting more than once that he hated how much he was shutting you out. every time, you reassured him that you understood and that you weren't going anywhere. whenever he was ready, you'd still be there waiting for him.
the clock read 7:35 p.m., and you knew michael would be home from his parents' house any minute. he had dropped the kids off there so the two of you could spend his birthday alone together. you had told him you were staying behind to tidy up the house a bit, but in reality, you'd been busy putting together a little surprise for him. the living room was decorated with gold balloons spelling out happy birthday, while matching balloons were scattered across the floor.
the coffee table was covered with all of his favorite snacks, a record played softly in the background, and sitting in the center was his birthday cake with large number 44 candles waiting to be lit. in the distance, you heard the front door creak open followed by the familiar sound of michael setting his keys down. your heart raced as you reached for the lighter on the table and carefully lit each candle before he walked into the room.
“baby I’m back. you should’ve seen paris, she was such a trip I-”. michael says and then pauses.
“happy birthday angel!” you say with a large grin.
michael stood in the doorway of the living room scanning the room and then put his hand over his mouth. he shook his head and removed his hand from his mouth and placed both over his face. you picked up the cake slowly walking over to him singing happy birthday. the candles lit up his face and you saw tears forming in his eyes. michael stared at you through the fire with glossy eyes.
“make a wish”. you whisper.
michael closed his eyes for a moment, as tears slipped down his cheeks before he took a shaky breath and blew out the two candles. the tiny flames flickered before disappearing, leaving the room lit only by the warm glow of the lights around you. you lowered the cake and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before the two of you made your way over to the couch. carefully, you set the cake back in its original spot on the coffee table.
before you could even sit down, michael wrapped his arms tightly around you. you immediately melted into his embrace, your arms circling his waist as he rested his chin on top of your head. quiet sobs shook his body while you gently rubbed your hands up and down his back, silently trying to soothe him through the overwhelming emotions. after a long moment, he finally pulled away, letting out a shaky breath. a small, shy smile found its way onto his lips, his eyes still glistening with tears.
“you didn’t have to do this for me, pretty girl. i would’ve been perfectly fine just spending the night in bed doing nothing with you”. he says with a sniffle.
“michael you deserve this, things have been at such a high. i wanted to remind you how loved and how special you are to me, you’re my husband”. you say.
tears began to stream down his cheeks again as you two held each other's gaze. you grabbed his hand leading him to the couch. micahel took a seat and pulled you onto his lap, thumb rubbing your waist.
“i am your husband and i’ve been so disconnected from you and the kids and it makes me feel so ashamed. i don’t mean to isolate myself. i just don’t know what to do with my emotions and i don't want to come around and kill the mood sulking around. you say i deserve this but I don't. this is for a man who is present in his wife and children’s lives”. he says.
his sobs only grew louder as you shifted until you were straddling his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around him. without a word, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him together. you held him close, gently running your fingers through his hair as he let every emotion he had been bottling up finally spill out. your own eyes began to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks as you cried with him. the two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms while months of built up emotions finally ran their course. it hurt so much to watch Michael beat himself up like this.
he deserved so much more than the guilt he carried. he deserved happiness, peace, and every good thing life had to offer. more than anything, you wanted him to feel as loved and as worthy as he truly was. michael had always been so hard on himself. he was always the first to criticize himself. yet when it came to you and your children, he poured nothing but love into your lives. he made sure each of you knew how deeply loved, appreciated, and cherished you were every single day.
you wished more than anything that he could see himself through your eyes, even if only for a day. maybe then he would finally understand just how much he meant to the three of you. maybe then he would see the incredible man you saw every day, the man who loved his family with everything he had and never failed to make you feel safe, adored, and valued. in your eyes, there could never be a better husband or father than michael, and there never would be.
“baby I hate that you speak so low of yourself. you are such a blessing to us and no matter how many lies the filthy tabloids spew out about you, it’s never going to be true. we as your family know that you are the complete opposite of anything they could ever make up. i know things have been hard for you lately, don't blame yourself. you deserve to have your time away to process what’s going on. i just want you to always know that i’m here for you whenever you’re ready. there’s so many more people in the world that love and adore you compared to the people who are speaking negatively of you. i love you okay and i always will you’re perfect to me. remember that, always perfect to me”. you say.
your hands cupped both sides of his face as you spoke through your own sobs, your voice trembling with every word. michael's lips were pulled into a small pout as he listened intently, never once looking away from you. slowly, you watched relief wash over his face, and he gave you a quiet nod. your thumbs wiped away the tear streaks under his eyes and rested your forehead against his. he repeated numerous "i love yous" as ran his hand up and down your back. in this moment after all the months of disconnection you finally felt connected to your husband again.
not even gonna lie, some of y’all are so weird about black people on here.
just notice how it’s always black men being written as toxic, or cheaters, or “ghetto”.
jude bellingham, michael jackson (like, how??), jaafar jackson, lewis hamilton etc etc
just skimming the jude bellingham tags, there so many fics where people write him as some ghetto, toxic, messy, nasty guy, like are we talking about the same jude? the same jude who’s sweeter than grandma’s cookies? who comforts his opponents after matches, who gives his kid his coat when they’re doing anthems and it’s cold?? like what the fuck?
of course, yes it’s fiction, but this toxic narrative is always being pushed on black men.
it’s like white bitches have some fetish for black men and them being toxic, d’you know how fucking weird that is?? y’all heard jermajesty jackson say the n word once and people are pushing the agenda that he’s some toxic guy, what the hell is wrong with you?
and, the other side of the coin - black female characters.
notice how people will label a character as “butch”, and then you look at them, and they’re just black, or bigger, or muscular, or indigenous, or a mix of them all? notice how when people make “feminine” oc’s, they’re always white or light-skinned, and their butch oc’s are nearly ALWAYS black women?
white women need to be studied for their fetishises with black people.
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Synopsis: Michael kisses you, but never more than that.
Tags: 18+ (I suppose). Heavy make out. Off the wall!Michael. They're both hot and bothered but one actually has control. Or tries to have.
A/n: I had the visuals and just had to get this out of my mind. Treat this as a blurb. Love ya'll as always <3
You and Michael have been dating for about a year and let's have it, you have never seen a man be this respectful before.
He's attentive enough to know which tea you take when you're upset, which flavour of ice-cream he should keep stock of in case you're having a bad day. His bright doe eyes lingering on you when you pause too long in your words, his fingers pressing into your hipbone when you squirm slightly at events as his date — he has read and memorised you like a rhythm that he can't get out of his head.
Then there's the way he kisses.
“Let me kiss you, darlin’.” He murmurs against your lips. Your eyes are already half-hooded, flickering up to his before fluttering shut.
The first press will always be soft. Feather soft, enough to make you lean in for more.
He cradles your face with both his hands, humming low as he moves his lips slowly, savouring the taste of your chapstick first. You move your hand across his firm chest to arch into his warm touch.
The atmosphere heats up when he flicks the seams of your lips open with his tongue, making your breathe catch. You try to pull back for a gasp of air. “Michael —”
One of his hands frames the side of your face firmly and the sentence never gets finished. His lips are insistent on yours, each press and tug and bite measured. You lean more and more into him, like a moth drawn to flames, your core clenching around nothing when he slides his tongue against yours.
A moan emerges from your throat and he draws it in with a suck of your bottom lip. You feel the curve of his smile as your breath turns into hot pants.
His other hand slides down your collarbone to the curve of your breasts — his fingers always brush the pebbled outline through your sheer nightdress at least twice — and settle firmly at your hips.
He pulls you flush to him with the same pace his tongue explores you. The glide of his long fingers on your cheek and the squeeze of his other on your waist drives you crazy enough to move your hands to the front of his shirt.
His hands never move below your hips. You feel his desire for you hot against your thigh and yet —
“Not yet, baby,” he whispers. His hot, exploratory kisses dwindle to chaste, soothing pecks.
You can't help but whine. “But Mike —”
He kisses your words away swiftly and drags you to his chest with both his hands around your waist. “Soon, baby. Soon, I promise.”
You hide your disappointed pout in his shirt, but content to be in his embrace.
But in your mind, you're already plotting ways to test this control that he's holding so hard on to.
Just to see how far this can go, of course.
End notes: Tricks and suggestions to test the control are welcome lol. Thank you for reading!
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Summary: You convince Michael to take a break, which, to him, means cuddles and bed time. MJ makes sure to enjoy all of eachother during this meek break together.
Tags: no use of y/n, female reader, tooth-rotting fluff, gentleman Michael, otw! MJ, smutt, making out, cunnilingus, fingering, handholding, sucking nipples at like the very end, hint of size kink if you squinnt, Tink as a nickname, Minor mention of J*e, overworking obv. 💌🪽
Word Count 1.8k (First fic ever, im open to any advice for writing or just tumblr help :,) enjoy!)
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Exhausted didn't quite explain the state you found Michael in. Drained of his entire soul, he lay on the couch depleted in his studio, humming some melody from a yet-to-be-released song, tapping the table to make some beat on autopilot. You feel like you're watching a poor puppy, tired and starving by the way his Bambi eyes glance up to meet yours.
“Oh hi baby what tim-”
A yawn cuts through his sentence. You rush over to him while he tries to get up, head completely spinning from a lack of food and water from overexerting himself. Placing your shoulder under his large frame for balance and support.
“Thank you, love. You know, I think it's time we went to bed”
He takes a few seemingly drunken steps
“Does mother know you're here? She’d be so happy to know you're staying the night”
You look up at him, a little confused. Ever since being with him you knew how winters were always rough on Michael, he always gets lost in the time. Poor boy must've thought he was still on schedule from the darkness outside.
“Michael, it's 6 in the morning… how long have you been working?”
“Oh… well, it's ok” he shifts uncomfortably under your question, while continuing his slow pace, “the morning huh.. Well we might as well continue the day onward. Tink you know it's no problem for me.” His voice fluctuates from higher to a quiet whisper. You can tell his voice is spent from god knows how long, as it cracks under even a little bit of emotional vulnerability.
“I'm so glad you visited. It's been so lonely.”
“Michael, before anything, let's get you to bed. You need to go to bed for your mind to be working- I mean, this is too much. Are you even lucid?”
He lets out a small breathy laugh and pushes the door open, feeling the rush of cold air sweep in. Detaching from your support, Michael grabs your delicate hands and decides instead on placing a small kiss while then grasping them into his, guiding you to his room through the back.
It feels quieter than normal as he drags his weary feet onto the floor. The usual exchange of quick remarks and laughs is filled with Michael’s fatigue. You can tell how on edge he is while he passes the hallways, paying extra attention to which floorboard to avoid while passing his father's room. You can see how he holds your hand a bit tighter as he passes Joseph's door, and how he guides you into his room with his whole body onto yours as he passes his brothers’. Once your at his door, he lets go softly. Holds the wall with one hand to steady himself and opens the door softly with the other. The precise, calculated, movements all come to a halt once he gets you inside and the door finally shuts. He goes completely limp on the crook of your shoulder, cupping your waist while peppering soft kisses onto your neck.
“M’ so tired lovely. Can we take a little nap? I want t’ hold you”
Brushing off some snowflakes from his afro, Michael then softly lifts you by the waist, only a few centimeters off the ground, spins you romantically onto the soft mattress and carefully whisks you away into the sheets, covering you in the heavy blankets and leaving nothing for himself, although freezing outside. He lies behind you, spooning you in himself. You completely melt under the soft tracing of fingers under your neck, cupping your throat while gently pulling you in closer, while his other hand grasps the soft skin on your belly, massaging it softly without a second thought.
“Are you comfortable f’me baby? Do you need me to move?”
This was you two’s ritual. You always cuddle up during the colder seasons for hours without moving, and he always asks you if you are ok. He makes it a mental note to make your comfort always a priority. Always a focal point. It's because Michael is a natural giver. Giving you love, kisses, love, praises whispered into your ear of how lovely you are, how your irreplaceable, how you are made-
“Made for me, mama. You're made for me to love. I love you, mama. No one in the world is as loving as you. As perfect as you”
Brushing your hair out of your face, he kisses some more on your cheek.
“So pretty f’me”
It's always a stark contrast when he's confidently declaring his love for you alone in the confines of his room, versus the soft, shy boy he is to the interviewers, or the performer on stage. He proudly claims you, his love, in a bundle of a million blankets, to be the most beautiful thing in the world, even when you feel like burning your face off in embarrassment sometimes. The most stunning visual of beauty ever to walk on the earth. His future, his past, his present, his whole eternity could be collapsed into this exact moment here. Just two people in a cold room while the exhausted, sleep-deprived global sensation himself kisses your ear and whispers loving words, while attempting to spread the bundles of blankets evenly between the two of you.
The angelically mundane scene dissipates as he slips his fingers lower and bucks onto your soft cotton underwear.
You expected it. You felt him growing before the slip. With his size against your ass it was impossible to ignore. But Michael is a gentleman. You know how he will refuse to do anything until you are pampered with love. He's so, so needy, yet he knows how his special girl must feel like a princess before anything. So he slowly lifts the blankets above and crawls under.
“Baby, you're tired. Are you sure? And you're going to get stuffy in there with all those blankets”
Asking was just a formality, as Michael is always at your whims. And while you were putting on a faux worrying scene, he had already pulled down your underwear and licked a line of slick from your hole up to your clit with his wet, thick tongue, making your whole body shiver.
“Baby l’me see you atleast-”
You try to pull the blanket up to see his pretty face, but he attacks your clit, leaving you a stunned at the request, unveiling you instead to a moaning mess, grabbing onto his head at once.
You can't see him, but you can sure in hell feel him. He laps up your wetness with his mouth and sucks violently onto your pussy like a starving man. His nose softly grazes your clit while his index finger slowly fucks you, making your head spin. You try to muffle your moans as you become painfully aware of the time, as an alarm, probably one of his brothers, goes off outside the door.
For a moment you see his eyes peeking up from the blankets. He quickly lifts himself up to pull your hands away from stifling your moans, offering his wet mouth instead.
You feel your brain melt at each pump of his fingers curling into you. You taste yourself on his lips while he inserts another finger. He knows your body so well and what makes your pussy quench on his fingers. Tears start welling down as Michael devours more of your lips, greedily taking more of you while fucking you so good. The clenching of your pussy takes in more and more of Michael’s fingers as he kisses your tears and tells you how sweet you are to taste.
“Baby, I'm close”
“I know. I know. I'm gonna take care of my girl. Look at me”
You look at his once-doe eyes turn lustfully entranced into yours. You feel that so familiar knot form as your abdomen gets warmer and warmer. Michael never makes you feel bad for squirting, which is in sharp contrast to how you've felt before.
“Youre so perfect baby. Your so stunning. I wish you could see how you look right now baby”
While peppering kisses onto your face, you hear his moans and bucking of his hips into the air, getting louder himself.
“Spill it on my fingers. Don't hold back a single drop, baby”
His voice felt like velvet in your ear as his curled fingers drove into you. Fucking you senseless as you climaxed.
He quickly went down to lap up your juice. Sucking and making sure he got as much as possible. He was addicted to how good you taste, even if the overstimulation from cleaning you up made your eyes roll back.
You look down at him, out of breath and all teary eyed. He stops at the heavenly sight of you and abruptly meets ur lips in a soft, consuming kiss that makes your pussy ache.
“Did I make you feel good baby?”
You giggle at the stupidity of that question as you look down on the cum stained sheets, along with his cum stained pjs that definitely need to be changed out of.
A devilish smirk paints his face, taking you into a bear hug and down onto the bed. Michael rolls you around in his arms, following with a very theatrical display of kisses all over your face.
“Baby please, sleep time. ”
“I don't need sleep. Let me hold you longer”
Grasping onto you and sucking onto your chest, you let out another moan. Quickly, he goes lower to your nipples to play with them softly in his mouth while looking up at you so innocently. Kneading the fat of your chest, he lets go of his suction to go then place some more kisses onto your face. He then lays you on top of his chest and holds you in his arms while whipping the blankets over the two of you in one sharp motion.
“I love making you feel good, Tink. I need to make sure you know how irreplaceable you are. I'd stay up another 10 nights if it meant I could spend a little time with you.”
You let out a chuckle from the flawed logic that seemed to slip over his exhausted state of mind
“Baby, please. That doesn't even make sense; if you sleep, we can spend more meaningful time. I want you to feel good too next time… wouldn't that be better?”
“So smart baby. As long as you feel good m’ happy.”
You feel him pulling you in even closer as your heartbeat pounds into his own soft-paced rhythm. You wish to say something more, something snarky and witty, but looking up, you see Michael already fallen deeply into sleep. And there wasn't much to say, nothing your head could desperately come up with, because in Michael's blissful slumber, you knew you both were made for each other.
a/n : part 1 here. , BUT U COULD ALSO READ IT SOLO. a couple of people requested part 2, so here we go! Also, like I said in the first part, take this fic with a grain of salt, it’s not gonna be absolutely accurate, meaning I made Michael a little more cocky (and annoying), bc I feel like he’s a teenager/ young adult, he’s a athlete, he has actual friends his age that influence him, and he’s attractive, ofc he’s still gonna be mj but he HAS to have that jock attitude.. a lil., but it’s all fiction at the end of the day, lmk if i should make this a little short series or short stories !
synopsis : while pushing down your own new sexual feelings towards ‘MJ’, you realize you’ve been neglecting him this whole time, how will you ever make it up to him?.
contains : (18+!!), oral, f!receive, raw p in v (he pulls out in time but STILL wrap it up), switch!reader, switch!mj, size difference, talking eachother though it??/confession, loss of virginity|| fluff!!!, ofc. mj ia a athlete (basketball), jockey-ish mj, 1975-1976 school year, sassy!reader, established rls, Michael is less famous, but still sings in Jackson 5 and is successful. Michael goes by ‘mj’ because it’s “cooler”, small mentions of artist!michael, tiny bit of angst, mentions of j*eseph, cockyish!michael, stubborn!reader lmk if i missed anything.
𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝐒𝐓, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓.
“… can you stop dribbling that damn ball in my room, Michael? like seriously?” You scoffed, your legs crossed on one another as you focused on the history book you were reading. The crazy part about this situation is basketball season hadn’t even started yet, and here he went dribbling that ball like he was…. Shit, you hated that sport so much you couldn’t even name a fucking player to compare him too!
Basketball had completely corrupted your boyfriend since Junior year, and if him being gone some weekends because of gigs and performances for “Jackson 5” annoyed the hell out of you now? Imagine having to ditch after school hang outs because he has practice. It wasn’t just the sport you hated, it was everything that involved it, the people, his new ‘friends’ he made, how they spoke, they totally don’t respect women, and if they did have girlfriends they were probably stupid.
They were loud, obnoxious, musty, jockey, and worst of all? Michael slipped right into that category when he was with them (except the musty part, he and you made her his ass NEVER stunk.) What really ticked you off is the fact that he acted like a whole different person with them, when he was with you he wasn’t loud, burping the abcs, and slapping the top of the frame of the door, he was the calm, sweet, Michael you fell for.
Pft, he wasn’t even going by “Michael” to his friends now, they all called him “MJ.”.
But, right now? He must’ve still been in ‘friend’ and not ‘girlfriend’ mode, because he kept bouncing the ball under his legs all on your nice carpet!
“Mama—“
“Don’t call me that.” You quickly cut him off, ‘baby’? Perfectly fine, ‘Tink’ ? Love it! All the cute little nicknames he made up for you pre basketball jock friends? Adorable. But this ‘mama’ shit just randomly started, and you knew it had to do with this new personality. It’s not like you hated the nickname mama, you loved it actually, you just loved it a little… to much.
When Michael called you “ma-“… that nickname, it made you feel things for him you never really… felt before.
Horny. It made you feel horny,
You didn’t know why? Michael has made you feel a lot of things these last few year, flustered, happy, a little lot pissed, and overall giddy, and you’ve accepted those feelings, you didn’t push them down and hide them, but the way he made you feel when he said that?? You couldn’t come to terms with the fact you were yearning for Michael more deeply than the small kisses and cuddles you’re used too.
So you pushed it down, and hope it would go away, you had better stuff to focus on anyways.
Unluckily for you, this feeling didn’t go away, and more things started to “spark” up this new found feeling.
You got horny during the sleepovers you two had, where innocence used to linger in the air for you, you now wished that lust would fill in those cracks, and stuff would escalate to the next level, and when it got too much, you rushed to the bathroom to “shower”, the sound of the water falling covering up your small whimpers as your fingers teasingly rubbed against your sensitive bud.
You got horny during his basketball practices, when you would stay and watch him run around all hot and sweaty, all out of breath, you wondered if that’s how he’d look when he’s deep inside yo-
You even got turned on during small, regular day stuff.
In the middle of science together, when he cracked his longgggg fingers.
When you two would study together, he scratched his neck confusingly, his focus deep on the paper, biting his lips as he wrote down the answer, flashing the paper to you, and when you would giggle out “correct!” He’d let out a small giggle, his teeth still in between his lips.
Even him bouncing this dirty ass basketball around your room turned you on a tad, you hated to admit it, but you were starting to think you had a little thing for this new personality Mike had.
But, you being… you, you’d never voice the serious ache in between your legs, or even bring up how the small stuff he does turn you on.
So instead?
Instead you became that mean girlfriend who hates everything your boyfriend does, while your boyfriend worships the ground you walk on, which looks cute from the outside world, but you didn’t like being a mean girlfriend, sometimes… You were made to love, you wanted to (make) love (to) Michael. But it was so hard when you couldn’t just… talk to him about how you felt. And you couldn’t even blame him… this was fully your issue.
Your mind drifted back to the lustful thoughts of you and Michael, the deep imaginations of Michael sliding into you so slowly, after school you guys would dash home just to get too it, moaning all over the house, and being as loud as you want, because you know the house is empty until around 5, so that would leave you guys 2 hours to make love wherever yall wanted to, on the sink, the counter, his bedroom, the living room, in the pool… then all the ways he could take you, doggy, missionary, mating press, 69, you guys could go oral, you’d go down on him, or even better— he’d go down on you! What if he ate you out on the kitchen count—
“Tink.. I need help on this question, and after that I’ll be done and we can hang out a little before my brothers come and pick me up.” Michael quickly broke your train of thought, as he tapped the pen against the table, the basketball being placed under his chair, scribbling random doodles on his paper.
Mike was still a artist, but with his basketball, and his singing, and spending time with you, he didn’t really have time to draw anymore, so he just stuck to random small doodles of you on the corner of his paper, which you thought were so cute.
You walked over to your desk, your pajama shorts rubbing against eachother by the thighs, as it rode up a tad bit with every unintentional switch of your hips, so a small sliver of your cheek slipped out. The tight matching tank top sitting tightly on your body, enhancing your breasts, and of course your white socks that helped you glide across the carpet better.
“…baby did you even read the book? This is sooo easy.” You groaned, rubbing a hand down your face, slightly leaning down to read the question better.
Michael groaned a bit at the toughness of the question (and the fact that the meat of your ass was on on full display), and without any thought, he pulled you smack down on his lap.
“now i can focus.” He chuckled, rubbing small circles on your stomach, fingers fiddling with the pen, as he wrote his final answer.
if he didn’t know any better, he would think he heard a soft moan from your lips. You did, indeed moan involuntary, you mean.. you couldn’t help it! You were already worked up, and it’s like he knew without knowing…
sitting in mikey’s lap was nothing uncommon, and it was something casual… until recently, where you started feeling like a horn-monster every second of the goddam day, now it held a deeper intimacy of what used to be so innocent and pure, and it didn’t help that instead of sitting you on the meat of one his thighs like he usually did, he sat you right down on his damn crotch, which trying not to be cocky, you were surprised he was still soft.
Silence filled the room as you buried your face in your hands, trying desperately not to even look at him, Michael noticed this and decided to speak up.
“Have you been avoiding me..? how come you haven’t sat in my lap in almost… two weeks or— or… we haven’t even kissed since last week.. we haven’t had our annual sleepovers since last month, and.. ugh… you’re really gonna make me say this last part.” his head ducked down a little, as a soft grumble left his lips. “…we haven’t even… cuddled or anything.” he shyly whispered out the last part, rubbing a hand down his face.
“i’m missing you.”
Now you felt like the shitty girlfriend you were definitely acting like, because in the mist of your emotions, you had completely been neglecting the fact that your boyfriend was very much still here, and wanting attention. But how could you ever explain what’s been going on in your brain these last couple months?
“…’m sorry.. you know I’ve been busy with student council, and.. and I gotta write my speech.. plus I got dance and—“ you immediately started pulling shit out of your ass, yes, you were a busy gal, and he was a busy boy, but the busyness never really affected the two of you until now, when you had the bright idea of “let me avoid my boyfriend and have him think he did something wrong, when the whole time it’s my own feelings I can’t control.”
Mike obviously wasn’t buying your bullshit, but to be “cool, sophisticated” boyfriend, he decided to follow suite.
“…yeah? You’re soooo busy, you should just let me help you-“ a hand slip farther down your stomach, down to where your heat has been growing.
“-I feel like my mom’s calling me— us—.. for dinner or something?” You quickly jump out your seat again, adjusting your shorts so your ass wouldn’t be on display.
….
Here’s the small itty bitty part you forgot to mention.
Michael was ready to take it there, (he was ready for sex)— beyond ready, ecstatic, even. No, he wasn’t one of those pushy boys who practically only wanted you for one thing, but you have started to notice some bolder moves within him during this past summer, and when school started.
One of the times being where he practically pushed you against a gate while the two of you were walking home, rubbing all up against you and wanting you to come back to his house so yall could do what he called… ‘grown stuff’.
Thankfully his brothers drove by and picked yall up right after that (which was a little embarrassing, but you were a tad bit thankful.), but there’s has been other times where Michael tried to take it to the next level.
Making out in your bed, and all of a sudden you feel a slender hand slide down your torso, subtle, but definitely noticeable at first, then you felt his fingers lightly play with the lace of the panties that peeked a little through your jeans. (You faked having a sneeze attack to get out of that one.)
And he always said little things that meant something, but didn’t really mean anything? Like he was suggesting something but you didn’t know if it was your own mind playing tricks on you.
Sometimes you’d be doing his hair, with his head in between your thighs, and when you’re done he’ll press a soft kiss inside your thigh, specifically close to your heat.
When you two cuddled you swore you felt him rut against you in his sleep once or twice before.
The list keeps going on.
So, it wasn’t him that you were worried about, and you were obviously ready too, so.. why haven’t you done it? No, it wasn’t the fear of pregnancy, you knew what protection was, no, it wasn’t because it would hurt, it wasn’t exciting, but you knew pain was gonna had to be felt, so what was it?
It was so weird for you because… you never thought in a billion years that a guy would ever make you feel like this, and instead of trying something new and different, you pushed away that feeling, plus the mere thought of the stories older auntie and cousins and siblings secretly spilled where the guy only wanted one thing, and when he got it, he left? You knew Michael wasnt like that but— actually, you were starting to lose a sense of who Mikey actually was, and it scared you.
So instead of having a very deep- but needed conversation right now, you made another excuse, because that’s what you’re good at.
But this time, he wasn’t having it.
“Woah— no.” He jumped a little when you hopped out his lap so quickly like that, but quickly grasped your waist so you wouldnt go nowhere. “Nuh uh.. now I know something’s wrong..— is it me? Did I make you feel weird? You promised you would tell me if i did that..” he sighed a little nervous now, a hand going to facepalm, in full honesty, he was definitely making you feel weird, but not in a way he was thinking, no no not at all.
Oh gosh, you felt horrible, not only were you neglecting him, now you made him feel like he was pressuring you. Gosh, as much as he pissed you off sometimes, you couldn’t dare see your baby like this.
“No— no! Michael! Don’t.. don’t you see what you do to me..?” You now, finally quietly admit, as you softly placed yourself right back on his lap, your breath a bit shaky as you finally realized this was probably the best time to explain how you felt, so you did.
“You.. you make me feel things I— well, a thing I’ve never felt in my life before.. and.. and I started feeling this way, way before senior year— but not way before, probably last summer.. and.. ugh! I talked to my older cousins and stuff and they’re saying it because I’m growing up but I think there’s more too it—“ here you went blabbering again. “Gosh! I just have to say it! I’m just- I’m just gonna say it—.! You make me feel all.. warm, and weird.. and sometimes you.. you make me feel the.. the h-word.” You whispered out the last part, burying your face into his neck so he couldn’t see you.
“…I make you feel hate?” He wholeheartedly asked, scared that he fully messed up the relationship the two of you had going on. Gosh, he was so adorable but horrible on social cues.
“No—! Michael!” You chucked a little. “…Horny.. you make me feel horny..” you mumbled out embarrassingly, face still stuffed in the crook of his neck.
And suddenly, it felt like a little lighting bulb lit over Michael’s head, and a small smile grew on his face. “Why are you so nervous about it.. you make me feel that way too..” he smiled a little wider, hands going to wrap around your waist to pull you closer.
Here was the hard part.
“Because Michael, you changed! Like a lot.. ever since you got those new… doofus’s as friends, it’s like you morph, and you keep morphing, when you get with them you turn all loud, and you.. you do stuff I don’t like.. like you make m’ feel like a object when you’re with them.. ‘act like I’m just a shiny toy to show off..” you mumbled, your hand rubbing small circles on his shoulder, as you finally looked up at his face, his expression full of sorrow, and understanding. “…I don’t know what you’d do if we ended up doing… it.. and, by the next morning the whole school knows, because you know the guys you hang around like to do stuff like that. “ You sighed, this time you didn’t run away, you didn’t avoid, you told him how you felt, and instead of doing what you thought he’d do, which was laugh it off, or push your feelings to the side, he did the complete opposite.
“….’m so sorry..” he started, and you swore his eyes were getting a little murky? “… ‘m so so sorry I.. I even made you feel like that..” he groaned, lodging his head to the crook of your neck, so he could “hide” the fact that you feeling that way made him cry a little. “…baby, I would..—… you’re not just a shiny object to me, not at all, and I’m sorry.. I do get carried away, and I do act differently when I get around my friends.. I just— ugh… I just don’t want them to think I’m soft.” He sighed into your neck, placing a small, wet kiss there.
But he was soft? He was as sweet as honey?
“…but— but i would never tell any of them about any of your sexual acts, I swear, they all brag and I just— I just don’t understand how they can just do that.. I’ll never break your trust like that, I really hope you believe me, Tink..” He propped you up higher on his lap, so he could get a better look at you. “…you’re my girl, it’s always gonna be you before them.” He smiled, rubbing soft circles against your thigh.
Oh gosh, here went that warm, fuzzy feeling again.
“…Mikey..” you whisper a little, starting to scoot your body closer to his crotch area. “…Mikey I need you.”
And, those words were all it took for Michael to have you laid on the bed, with your legs wrapped around his waist tightly, as he softly rutted his clothed bulge against you.
Soft whimpers left your lips as you ran your hands down his back, Michael wasn’t a quiet man either, (he was a bit louder than you, but you didn’t say that..) he softly lifted his head up, pressing a kiss directly to your lips, before quickly pulling back, soft heavy moans leaving his lips. “Can— can I taste you…?” He finally mumbled out, a hand resting on your cheek now. “…d-down there..”
Your eyes widened a bit at his sudden boldness, but when you stared back at him, he looked completely serious, and a bit scared that you were going to say no.
“…Michael, you do know that like— i’ve never had anything or anyone down there.. right?” you whispered softly, a hand raising up to toy with the hairs of his afro that laid close to his eyebrows.
“…i mean, duh… we’ve been dating this long i would hope—“
“—That’s not the point, plus you don’t even know what you’re doing.” you giggled a bit, sitting yourself up on your elbows to have a better look at him.
“Yes i do!” Michael quickly blurted out, and that made you immediately scrunch your face up. “nonono… not like that, mama… i just.. i kinda studied it a little,” he sighed, sounding heavily embarrassed. He could study how to pleasure a women but not his history book?”
“I know where everything is, and how to do everything.. i just gotta.. do it in real life, but i promise it’ll feel good.”
you sighed a little, finally letting out a measly nod, before throwing yourself back down on your pillow. “don’t bite me or anything..”
Michael giggled at your comment as he slowly dipped his head down, pressing small kisses down your chest, to your stomach. “ ‘gotta apologize too my girl somehow..” he quietly boasted, tapping your hips as a sign for you to lift them up, and when you did, he swiftly tugged off your pajama shorts and panties at the same time, discarding them somewhere in your semi-messy room.
The sight of seeing your pussy practically drooling for him made his stomach cave in, and he promised he wanted to dive in straight and start tearing you up. But he remembered something about ‘foreplay’ or whatever, yes he bought a book on how to please a female, and skipped straight to the oral section because he was that excited about doing this.. but he’ll never fully admit that out loud. So, he brought his tongue to the inside of your thigh, licking a small strip up of it, hitting very close to where you wanted him to desperately be, but he didn’t quite hit it yet,
“…You’re really wet.” he giggled mostly to himself, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh, now closer to your heat.
“Is that…— what you don’t like it? does it look bad?” You nervously asked with a slight shake in your voice, eyes squeezed tight of the vulnerability of the situation. “What?! No! She’s s’ pretty..” a long finger reached out, pressing on your clit softly like a button. “…don’t tell me.. don’t tell me.. this is a uhm.. this is a clitoris, right?” his large eyes peeked up from in between your legs, looking for conformation.
“..Yeah? Michael what are you doing?” You breathlessly chuckled a little, propping yourself back on your elbows to get a better look at what he was doing.
“…just checking.” His gaze fell back to your heat, now finally leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to your nub, bringing it in his mouth and starting a small sucking sensation. Your eyes shot open at the brand new sensation, as your hand flew to his thick afro, grabbing the coily hairs there. “Am i making you feel good..? you gotta tell me..” He whispered against your wetness, the vibrations of his words shooting pleasure all around your body, causing you to let out a soft moan in the house where your family was unfortunately present in downstairs, which meant you had to (try to) be quiet.
(spoiler alert: it didn’t happen.)
“Mike!— mikeyy!.. that feels s’ good..” you mewled under him, your hips starting to buck into his mouth as he flicked his tongue around, finding a new rhythm that immediatly started making your legs shake. The slurps of your juices and Michael’s mouth (plus the moans coming from the two of you’s mouth) filled the used to be silent room, you gasped at the overdone pleasure, as tears stung your eyes, you shook your head a bit, trying to snap back to reality and grasp control of the situation. “nhhmmm! baby… please..”
As soon as you thought you found a bit of control, Michael took it away as quickly as you got it, slowly sliding a finger in your slit, and starting a curling motion inside you, perfectly hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, sliding the digit in and out of your heat while he continued to suck and lick on your clit.
In that moment, Michael realized he found two of his new favorite things, how you taste, and how you sound, and right now he was getting the best of both worlds. If he knew how beautiful you tasted, he could’ve been had you in this position a while ago.
heat pooled in your stomach, as you felt a whole new sensation wash over you now, now it kept like a time bomb ticking, as something coiled tight in your lower abdomen.
You weren’t a saint, you knew what an orgasm felt like from past masturbating experiences, but this feeling? this was a feeling you never felt before, and suddenly…
“Mike—… Mike I think i’m gonna pee.” you yelped out now, your hips now uncontrollably thrashing and bucking around, while Michael held a hand down on your stomach, to hold you still and too increase the pressure all at once.
“That’s not pee, baby.” He giggled in your heat now, as he slid in a 2nd finger, speeding up his motions inside you, as his tongue continued its flicks against your bud. “let go, mama.. i gotchu.”
Remember earlier how I mentioned that you didn’t like the name “mama”? Yeahhh, that’s completely out the window now. Matter of fact, that’s exactly what tipped you over the edge.
Moans, cries, and whimpers that could be heard from downstairs bled from the crack under your door as you finally orgasmed. A squirt of hot, white liquid leaving you in short spurts, and Michael ate it all up, licking up all the essence that left your body, eating you through the orgasm.
When Michael finally pulled away, small whimpers still left your lips from the overall after-math and the sensitivity from the whole situation. He smiled a tad to himself, it was his first time seeing you in this state, being so vulnerable and loud, it was a sight he couldn’t wait to get used to seeing.
His coily afro brushed the side of your cheek as his face rested in the crook of your neck, pressing small kisses to the sensitive skin, and letting out compressed moans there. His clothed dick found its way in between your thighs, rubbing up against your already bare, slick folds, and sweet clit with focused precision. Poor baby, he’d been aching this whole time, and hadn’t even found any relief yet.
“…You can give it t’me, mikey.. you wanna give me it?” you coo’d softly in his ear, still catching your breath from the past actions. “cmon, pull ya’ pants down, mikey..” Michael peered up from your neck, already looking fucked out, even though not doing anything. He whimpered a bit as he paused his rutting against you, sliding down his pants and boxers down and stopping mid thigh, just enough to pull out what was needed.
“ ‘m so ready, mama… been dreaming ‘bout this since forever.. my girl.. my my girl..” Michael whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he softly prepared himself over you, already having a natural lube due to his pre-cum coating him perfectly. “I love ya’ , Mikey..” you softly whispered, pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose, then to his lips.
“mmhhh… i love you too Tink, s’much..” he leaned into your kisses softly, reciprocating the one on the lips, before he leaned down more closer to your heat, positioning himself against you. “js tell me if it’s t’much, mama.. please tell me if i’m hurting you..mkay?” He whispered, as he finally fully lowered himself down, sliding a nice inch into you.
Your teeth pressed down on your bottom lip, trying to contain all the noises that wanted to slip out your lips as Michael stretched you out. He stopped about three inches in too check in on how you were doing.
You really, truly, hated to boost his ego, but he was huge. Like really huge.
“It’s in..?” you softly mumbled, thinking this was the full deal. Your hands ran soft patterns on his biceps in a calming manner, which was weird because it seemed like you were the one who needed to calm down right now. “..Uhm, js’ a little.. probably just like the tip and the head..” he mumbled back, his eyes glaring too where yall formed as one, to calculate how deep he was.
….he wasn’t even fully in and you already felt like he was touching your throat.
“..Mike.. you— you’re not all the way in, yet?” your upper half flew up to look at where you two connected, and he was right, he was head-deep.. the base just now sliding in.
Michael grunted a bit at the stillness, he felt bad at the fact that you were already feeling so full, he should’ve warn you about his size, but at the same time he didn’t really know he was that big, he always thought was about average.. until now. “ ‘m sorry, mama… i didn’t know it was this big… i don’t— i don’t wanna hurt you, you want me to pull it out?”
“No! No! don’t— don’t you dare pull out.” You chuckled breathlessly again, moving your hips to try to take more of him, but only to be met with a slight burning sensation.
oh God, this was gonna take a while.
“….I can take it… i’m just—.. ugh, it hurts a little but i still want it, give it to me.. please..” you whined, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer to your body, pressing a messy kiss to his lips. “Just.. just keep pushing it in..” you whispered softly against his lips, bringing your mouth back too his to distract you from the burning stretch.
About 3 minutes later, Michael found himself sliding his last inches inside of you, finally being balls deep, as a deep moan left from both of you guys lips, not caring about the company downstairs.
“Mikeyyy—mhhhh!” loud, desperate, whines fell from your lips as you gripped the back of his neck for support, eyes darting from the two of you connected, back to his eyes. “…Michael.. michael, i love you so, so, much..” you breathed out, eyes closed from the sensation. “ i’ve loved you since that day you came up to me when i was digging in my locker, and you.. you did that stupid little pencil trick, and i had to act confused like— mmh.. i just—“
Your eyes rolled back as Michael adjusted his position inside of you, accidentally grazing your g-spot. “y—yeah..? keep— keep telling me, mama.. tell me how much you love me..” he moaned out, trying his best to keep a dominant facade for the sake of this being you two’s first time, and how much he loved seeing you wither under him like this.
Michael let out a soft scoff, as he started slowly moving inside you, starting a deep, slow pace that had you bucking your hips at the sensation.
“b-baby… i’m so inlove with you..” you moaned out, eyes still rolled behind your head.
“i’m inlove with you too, mama..” Michael giggled a little at your vulnerability, he’s never seen you talk about your love for him so openly and freely, and to be honest it was working him up a lot more.
“and— and i’m sorry for being so mean, Mikey— f-fuck! just like that..!..i love you so much.. even when im being so mean.. and i push you away.. ooo… i just.. i’m crazy about you..” you breathed out, his pace getting faster with the more you talk.
“And— and— hiccup!— you treat me so well, even when i’m being mean, and you make me laugh, and you make me feel good… so, so good!..” your hands ran down his back, your chin leaning against his shoulder, letting out small moans between words. “you’re the best boyfriend i could’ve ever asked for… even when you’re with your other friends— i just.. i get so jealous because sometimes i miss when i was your only friend—!! mmh! oh god… fuck, Mikey.. i’m super close…”
Michael blushed at your confessions, which drove him to please you more, and to go harder, lips pressing kisses on your neck. “y-you’re my bestfriend, mama.. you’ll always be..” he whimpered, a hand going to lift your leg up, hitching it up on his shoulder. “bestfriend ‘nd girlfriend, mama.. s-shoot.. and— and my wife.. and i’m gonna make you a mommy.. watch after highschool.. i promise.. gonna be so full and pregnant.. with a ring on your finger..i’ll make all of it happen.. ”
Michael lifted up, chests not pressing against eachother anymore, and now holding a small distance between, so michael can get a better look at your face. “…i’m— i’m gonna finish, gonna make you cum first though, mkay..?”
michael brought two lanky fingers down to your sensitive clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud, making you automatically clench around him.
“baby! mmh!! babybaby’mcummingohhhhhhhshitttttt!” you yelped loudly, not even caring anymore about who’s around. You came hardly around Michael, clutching his bicep tightly as he made love to you through your orgasm.
Michael finished in two more quick strokes, quickly pulling out of you before he spilled his load inside you, instead spilling it on your stomach, catching his breath.
“…do you haveee to leave..?” you giggled, your head resting on Michael’s chest, its been about 10 minutes since you guys highs came down, and you honestly felt like a whole new girl,
a woman.
“..you can spend the night, my mommy doesn’t care, she loves you!”
“[name], i have a performance tomorrow, joseph would kill me if i spent the night.”
You knew he was right, gosh you would never admit it, but you truly hated Joseph, so much.. you seen how he treated Michael, not even caring that you were around sometimes, and beating and hitting on Michael right then and there in your face. No one knows about this but you, none of his friends, or nothing, and he liked to keep it that way, heavily embarrassed to bring it up to anyone else but you.
you sighed, leaning up to press a small kiss to Michael’s lips, then sitting up next to him, the blanket still covering your upper half. “…‘can’t wait to see you on my tv tomorrow.. i’ll be watching the wholeee thing, ‘M.J’..” you giggled as you grabbed his hands, rubbing small circles on his palm. You knew how much he hated when you called him that nickname, saying it’s only reserved for his friends.
“… my names Mikey, or baby, not m.j….. stop calling me that.” he flashed a cute smile, before leaning down on the floor from his bed, snatching his pants and sliding his pants on under the blankets.
Once his pants were on, he slid out of the bed, walking to your vanity to look at his appearance, shaping up his afro. “…you look so handsome, baby..” you say from your spot under the covers, a cheeky grin on your face. “you and that cute little nose.. and that smile.. and your big ole eyes.. and everything.”
“Wow, where’d all this lovin’ come from, mama?” he turned back to look at you, noticing how you were now sliding on a white, fluffy robe. “…I must’ve put a spell on you..”
“Yeah, you did..” you giggled, finally walking up to him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “…you wanna have a sleepover next weekend?” you asked in a suggestive tone, hands rubbing up and down his chest, your bottom lip in between your teeth.
“mhm! your place or mine?” he smiled innocently, not understanding the weight of the question, you chuckled at the innocence, palming his softness through his pants. “…mine, mkay?”
Michael let out a soft moan at the feeling of your soft hands, and it immediately had his pants getting tighter. “y-yeah..”
“…jackie should be downstairs by now.” you pushed yourself off him now with a slight giggle.
“huh..? s-seriously?” he choked out.
“…yeah?”
“you’re really gonna leave me like.. this?” he pointed at his bulge.
“…like what?”
“baby..”
“i’ll see you at school on monday, Mikey..” you giggled, taking his hand and walking him to the front door.
“w-wha? i gotta walk pass your dad like this..?” he whispered in the hallway, hands going to cover the print.
“if you cover it it’s gonna be more obvious.”
“mama… babyy..” he finally whispered before being exposed to the living room light, flashing a sweet smile to your parents, completely flipping a whole new switch.
“thank you for having me, mr. and mrs [l/n]!” he smiled , to which your parents gave a quick and polite, “bye michael!”
You finally walked him out the door, meeting with Jackie’s car, nodding his head too the smooth flow of “The Isley brothers.” “…Hi jackie!” you smiled, your elbows resting on the car, as Michael hopped in the passenger seat, clearly embarrassed.
Jackie chuckled at Michael’s state, not making eye contact, and covering his crotch, he had a good idea what had went down. “you two are sum else’ i swear man..” Jackie chuckled, starting the car back up.
“mhm.. bye mj.” you smiled innocently, pressing a small kiss to his lips that he quickly reciprocated through the rolled down window,
Michael scoffed a little, deciding to play into your little game before you left. “…bye, mrs “mikey i think i’m gonna pee!” he giggled, as jackie said his goodbyes, and pulled off. You gasped at his words, oh he was definitely gonna pay for that.
…
“… i know yall didn’t do what i think yall did..” Jackie chuckled, turning down his music a little.
All Michael did was smile, turning his view to the window, watching the streetlights speed past him.
“…nuh uh, man.. i’m a gentlemen.”
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 peterpansdreamer🩰
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 reblogs are appreciated! | no ai is used in this post !
synopsis: you’re michael’s ex. duh. but michael misses you and hopes you miss him too. you come out with a song called ‘my all’ (yes the one by mariah carey) and that tells him everything he needs to know.
warnings: idek, fluff to angst to fluff
a/n: still want my corbin hcs
When you and Michael dated, it was like a dream. You guys were attached by the hip and one of the most popular couples in the music industry.
You guys collaborated in a song together, you went to each other’s events, and overall you supported each other in everything.
You guys were also always interviewed together. Every chance you get, you’d always be sitting next to him, laughing yall asses off and not getting the interview done.
He loved you and you loved him.
But things started to change, and for the worst.
You guys started arguing more and started to avoid each other more. When you guys were interviewed together, you guys didn’t goof around like you used to.
He started becoming absent at your shows and so did you for his. You guys stopped supporting each other in everything.
It got to a point where he slept on the couch and you slept on the bed. And then at one point,
he packed up his bags and left.
When you woke up that day, you remembered getting up and wanting to fix things with him, so you dressed in your cutest outfit and went to look for him.
As you were looking, you noticed the house looked emptier. You noticed certain things in the fridge were gone, his shoes and coats were gone, and when you went up to your shared bedroom, you opened the closet to find out absolutely everything was gone.
His Grammys, awards, clothes, jackets, coats, hats, everything you could think of, it was gone.
What hurt you the most was when you went to the telephone and entered his number.
“Hi, the number you reached is disconnected.”
He changed his number.
You cried and locked yourself in your room for day. When your managers tried calling and coming to your house, you didn’t answer, you didn’t even try to get up. You stayed in your bed, red and swollen eyes, body numb and just no motivation to move.
2 years later..
You were over Michael. Well so you thought. You made sure to avoid him at all costs, every event he was at, you made sure not to attend, and if you did, you’d sit somewhere different. You also had a boyfriend! But, he wasn’t Michael. He was just a rebound. And you felt awful, but you needed a distraction.
You made sure to have your managers check to see if Michael was anywhere in your perimeter because if you saw him, you’d probably cry all over again.
Today was the day your song was going to release. It was about Michael, of course. But it wasn’t a diss track like the one Jermaine made of him.
It was a love song, a sad one. You wanted at least one more night with him. To show him that he should stay with you. That leaving would be a big mistake. But he already left before you could do it.
You sat in your studio, wondering. Wondering about what would’ve happened if you had woken up before him. Showed him why she should’ve stayed with you.
You didn’t realize your assistant, Jess, walked in.
“Ms. (Last name).” You snapped out of your thoughts and turned to your assistant.
“Sorry, I was just zoned out, what’s up?” You said, scratching the back of your head.
“Someone’s here to see you, would you like me to bring them in? Also, they said it’s important.” Jess told you.
“No, my song literally comes out in 5 minutes.” You said, not in the mood to talk with anyone.
“Please, (Name). I wouldn’t be begging if it wasn’t urgent.” She said.
You sighed, “fine, bring them in.”
It was at least 10 seconds later, you looked over your shoulder and you see someone you were not expecting to see.
Marlon Jackson.
“Hey, (Name). Can we talk?” He asked, sitting down.
He didn’t wait for you to answer, he immediately started speaking to you.
“I know you don’t care for my brother anymore, but he would like to see you.” He started.
“No.” You replied.
“I’m not done speaking,” Marlon says, “I just want you to know that he misses you. He wants to make things right, (Name).”
“I love you, but that’s a hell no for me. My song just came out and you’re sitting here talking to me about some Michael, like I don’t care that he misses me. He left me high and dry without a fucking word.” You told him.
“Well let’s listen to your song.” He said, putting in the CD and turning it up.
You guys listened and some things stuck out to Marlon.
‘I’d give my all to have just one more night with you.’
‘I’d risk my life to feel your body next to mine.’
‘Cause I can’t go on living in the memory of our song.’
‘I’d give my all for your love tonight.’
Marlon looked at you like you were stupid. “You don’t care that he misses you?”
“Shut the fuck up.” You said to Marlon, and he just laughs at you.
“Yeah, I’m not buying that, mama. Please go talk to him, I’m serious. He’s moping like a little puppy everyday.” He tells you.
“Still a no.” You said.
“I’m not asking you anymore, I’m telling you to go talk to him.” Marlon says.
You sighed, defeatedly. “I will sit close to him at the Grammys. Is that good enough?”
“No, talk to him. Or he talks to you I don’t care just fucking talk, please. And if I find out you guys haven’t talked, I will be taking drastic measures. Love you, (Name).” Marlon said, before leaving.
It was gonna be a long ass day tomorrow.
February 25th, 1986.
You sat in your seat. You got there early because you didn’t want to see Michael already at his seat and looking at you.
You guys sat really close to each other. You were in front, with him and sat a seat away from him. Only a seat.
You tried to look distracted so you did everything to do so, but you got bored so you got up and went to get food.
By the time you came back, almost everyone was in their seats so you went to yours. You looked up and saw him. Michael.
Fuck, you thought.
You both locked eyes. For a good minutes before you snapped out of it and sat down. And he kept staring at you. He missed you so bad, it’s crazy.
For the next hour, you sat there, watching all the artists get their awards and you cheered for all of them.
Then came the R&B award. “And the best R&B Artist of the year award goes to….
(NAME) (LAST NAME)!!!!”
The crowd was loud, they were cheering for you. You obviously knew that you were gonna get it, you were the biggest in the R&B industry. How could you not? So saying that you were shocked would be lying.
You got up there and started with your speech:
“First and foremost, I’d like to thank God, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here. I’d also like to thank my friends and family for helping me get here. If it wasn’t for your support, then I wouldn’t be here as well. Lastly I’d like to thank my boyfriend, Mark. Thank you for being there for me. And thank you to my fans, love yall!”
If it wasn’t for the glasses Michael was wearing, you would’ve been met with the stankest face from him. Who the fuck was Mark. He didn’t clap for you after that speech.
As soon as the event ended, you had gotten up, you planned on taking the consequence that Marlon was gonna give you. You just couldn’t talk to him on your own.
Now you don’t have to! Because his ass went right to you once you got outside.
“Who’s Mark?” Michael asked, getting straight to the point.
“My boyfriend. You got ears, right? Unless they don’t work.” You snapped.
“What is wrong with you, (Name)? You’re just gonna throw all of the years we were together away? Just for Mark?” He said, calmly. That was already dangerous.
“Yes, Michael. You got up and left my house so I found someone who’d actually be there and communicate with me.” You told him.
“I’ll be here. I’m here now. I know I wasn’t a good communicator back then, but I’ve changed, angel. I’ve changed and now I wanna start fresh with you, please. Just give me the chance.” He begged, rubbing your shoulders and kissing your cheek.
“Michael, I—” You started, but you couldn’t finish it. You wanted him as much as he wanted you back.
“I know that song was about me. I listened to it. Twenty times. I analyzed it. I know it was about me and you can’t say it wasn’t.” He looked at you.
“But that doesn’t mean anything.” You lied.
“Don’t you dare lie to me, (Name).” He said, firmly. “You know damn well that you weren’t writing to Mark. He doesn’t know you like I do.”
“H-he does.” You lied, again.
“Does he know you from the inside out? Does he know how wet you get? Does he know where your sensitive spots are? I bet he doesn’t, I do, (Name). I do. Please.” He kissed you after he said that.
Wanna know what you did? You let him, and you gave in. You kissed him as passionately as he was kissing you.
He pushed you against the wall and pulled away. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Michael.” You responded.
“We’d make beautiful babies. I just know that.” He giggled, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“So what now?” You asked.
“I take you to your ‘boyfriends’ house and you pick up all your things. You’re living with me now, my baby.” He said, giving you another kiss.
He knew you, if he were to leave again, he knew you’d come right back if he begged. And he has a sense that you know that too.
