summary: After throwing a punch at a reporter for harassing you with questions accusing your ex boyfriend, you land yourself in jail. Now he's the one signing your bail papers.
For years, you and Michael had been the couple. The papers called it a fairy-tale romance, the kind of rare, deep love that felt entirely untouchable. You were seen at every event by his side, paparazzi shot photos of you two at your many dates at Disneyland, dinners and even simpler places like the grocery store, cafes and shopping malls. You did everything together, and in every photo of you two, both of you were always smiling, staring at each other with nothing but adoration. In every interview, he never failed to find an excuse to bring you up, and go on and on about how deep his love is for you. In every video footage, your voice is the loudest one heard cheering him on. You were meant to be, and the both of you had always known it was always going to be each other.
But then came the gruelling tour schedules, the distance, and the heavy, suffocating silence that followed. As Michaelâs personal and mental health struggles began to consume him, he shut you out entirely. You tried everything to save the relationship, but eventually, you had to make the agonising choice to walk away just to keep yourself afloat.
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You hadn't spoken a single word to him since the breakup. Now, the year was 1993, and the world was burning around him as the first allegations hit the news.
The day you heard the news about allegations against Michael you were shocked. The headline so ridiculous you almost laughed at how far from the truth it was. You were furious, the first page printed photo of him used on the magazine was enough to make you tear up. he looked so sad in it, so defeated. Your heart broke for him, you knew how devastating this must be for him, as all he's ever done was try and make the world a better place. You almost picked up the phone to call him, to go over to his house you once shared and just hold him, let him sob and let it all out to you. But of course, that's not your place to be there for him anymore.
But because of your history, you were suddenly the media's prime target.
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You were just trying to run a simple errand, stepping out of a bakery to be faced with a ginormous crowd. A mob of paparazzi shoved cameras into your face, blinding you instantly.
"Have you seen the recent allegations against your ex boyfriend?" you kept your head down and continued walking.
"Did you ever see inappropriate behavior from him while you were together?!" one reporter screamed, shoving a furry microphone toward your mouth.
Your eyes shot up, glaring at the reporters with a deadly stare, warning them that you were clearly not interested in supporting their money hungry agenda.
"Was this the reason for your breakup?" you could feel your heart quicken with nothing but rage as the anger was building up inside you to the point you had lost complete control of all your senses.
"Did he ever touch you inappropriately?!" another voice bellowed from the crowd.
that was it.
The world stopped. A hot wave of pure, unfiltered rage crashed over the grief you had been carrying for months. How dare they? How dare they twist the beautiful, gentle love you two had shared into something grotesque for a headline?
How dare they try and use you to ruin Michaels character, they should have known by now that your loyalty is unbreakable, and that you would never let anyone disrespect someone special to you.
Before you could even think, your fist connected squarely with the reporter's jaw. Crack.
The man crumbled to the pavement, knocked completely cold. The crowd gasped, the camera shutters going into an absolute frenzy. Within minutes, the sirens wailed, and you were being cuffed by the LAPD for assault.
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Across town, the sanctuary of Neverland Ranch was dead silent. Michael sat in his office, the blinds drawn, overwhelmed by the chaos of his own life.
Michaelâs gaze drifted down to the silver frame resting on the desk, the one piece of the past he couldn't bring himself to lock away.
It was a candid photo, slightly grainy but vibrant, captured backstage in 1983 right after the Motown 25 special. He was still wearing the iconic rhinestone jacket from his "Billie Jean" performance, though the top buttons were undone, his skin still glistening from the stage lights. He was slouched back in a dressing room chair, looking completely exhausted but radiantly happy.
You were sitting on his lap, perched sideways, caught in a moment of pure, unscripted joy. Michael had taken his trademark black fedora and placed it onto your head. It was far too large, tilting over your eyes, and the camera had caught the exact second you threw your head back in a helpless giggle, trying to balance the brim. Michaelâs arm was wound tightly around your waist, his face split into a wide, breathtaking smile as he watched you laugh.
Looking at it now, the silence of the room seemed to fade, replaced by the ghost of your laughter ringing in his ears. It was a snapshot of a time before the world had grown so heavy, when they were just two young people completely wrapped up in each other, entirely untouched by the storm outside.
His eyes shifted from the desk to the wall beside it, landing on another framed photograph hanging in the quiet shadows.
This one was different. It wasnât glamorous, it was raw, grounded in a moment of terrifying vulnerability. It had been taken in 1984, inside the sterile white walls of the hospital room where he had been admitted after the horrific Pepsi commercial burn accident.
In the picture, he was propped up against the pillows, bandages swathing his scalp. You were leaning over the guardrail of the hospital bed, your arms wrapped around a massive, oversized Mickey Mouse plush toy that you had hauled into the ward as a surprise get-well gift. The camera had caught a quiet, tender moment: your lips pressed gently against his, the giant Mickey Mouse squeezed tightly between your chests.
Looking at the photo, the ache of those severe burns flickered in his memory. He remembered the excruciating pain that had consumed him back then, and he remembered exactly how it had vanished the very second you walked through that door. You had filled that clinical, scary room with warmth and light. You had made it better, just by being there.
That was the truth of your history. You hadn't just been there for the sold-out stadiums and the gold metal awards, you had been his anchor during the lowest, most painful chapters of his life.
A heavy ache settled in Michael's chest as his thoughts dragged him back to the crushing weight of the present day. If only you were still together. If only he hadn't let his own demons push you away. He knew with absolute certainty that if you were still by his side, you would be the one sitting next to him right now, holding his hand and shielding him from the monsters outside.
Instead, there was only empty space and a quiet house. he knows he should have taken all those photos down by now, the room was filled with them. but it was the only thing that reminded him of a life worth living.
He stared at your face in the photograph, wondered what you were thinking right now, in this exact moment, as his name was dragged through the mud on every television channel. He closed his eyes, offering a silent, fervent prayer to the universe that you didn't believe the terrible things they were saying about him. He was dying to know where your head was at, terrified of the silence between you, and aching for the only person who had ever truly known how to heal him.
The phone on his desk rang sharply. He hesitated, then picked it up.
"Michael?" Janetâs voice was breathless on the other end, laced with panic. "Michael, have you turned on the news?"
"Dunk... I can't look at the television right now," Michael sighed, his voice sounding incredibly small and tired. "You know what they're saying about me."
"No, Mike, itâs not about you. Well- t is, but it's about her. Turn on the TV. Right now."
Michaelâs heart skipped a beat. With a trembling hand, he grabbed the remote and flicked on the monitor. The local news anchor was speaking over chaotic footage of a crowded sidewalk.
"former partner of the King of Pop, arrested this afternoon after a violent altercation with a reporter who questioned her regarding the allegations against Jackson..."
The screen cut to a video of you trying to push through the crowd, violent screams of the reporters invasive questions that made Michael wince at the sight. A wave of guilt flood over him, he never wanted you to be affected by this, nor be harassed and verbally attacked on the street. he was furious.
Then it cut to a shot of you being put into the back of a police cruiser, your head held high but your eyes dark, not a single tear or look of remorse. Michael couldn't help but feel a type of way at the photo of you, you looked sexy. He always liked it when you got angry and heated during your many arguments. Your hair was a little messed up and a sly smirk was pasted on your lips, a satisfied one.
Michael stood up so fast his chair rolled backward. His chest heaved as he stared at the screen. Even after everything, after the distance and the silence he had forced between you, you were still fighting for him. You were in a jail cell because of him.
"I have to go," Michael whispered, slamming the phone down.
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The holding cell was freezing, and the hours crawled by. You sat on the metal bench, staring at your bruised knuckles, wondering how your life had come to this.
"Hey. You're free to go. Bail's been posted," a guard announced, unlocking the heavy iron door.
You blinked, confused. You hadn't even been allowed your phone call yet. Who could have possibly known? Who had the kind of power and money to do that so quickly?
The guard led you through the back exit of the station to help you avoid the press waiting at the front. The heavy metal door clicked open, venting the cool night air into the hallway. You stepped outside into the dim alleyway, rubbing your bare arms against the chill.
A single black rolls royce was parked at the curb.
The door opened. A figure stepped out into the faint glow of the streetlamp. He wore a dark jacket, and his signature sunglasses, though the night was pitch black. He took a slow step toward you, pulling the glasses down the bridge of his nose.
Those familiar, sorrowful brown eyes met yours.
"Hi," Michael said, his voice a soft, fragile whisper in the night air.
You froze, the breath catching entirely in your throat. Of all the people in the world, the one person you never expected to see standing outside a jail cell for you was him. God you hated how good he looked, he looked absolutely wrecked, still such a beautiful sight.
The silence between you stretched, heavy and thick with years of unspoken words. Michael stood by the open door of the SUV, his hand resting on the frame, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart ache.
"get in" he said, breaking the quiet. "The press is still out front. Itâs not safe out here. ill take you home"
You looked at the car, then back at him. Every instinct told you to protect your peace, to walk away from the storm that constantly surrounded him.
"I live 5 minutes away its okay you don't have to" you began to protest. But your hands were shaking, your knuckles throbbed, and you were utterly exhausted.
"just get in"
"Okay" you murmured, stepping forward. "Thank you."
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You sat in the passenger of the leather seat, staring out of your respective windows, the space between you feeling like an ocean. You could hear his rhythmic, nervous breathing. Neither of you said a word the entire short car ride until you arrived at the driveway of you house.
Finally, Michael shifted, turning his body toward you. He took off his sunglasses, burying his face in his hands for a brief second before looking up.
"Why did you do it?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly under the weight of the question.
You turned your head to look at him.
"You didn't have to do that," Michael continued, his eyes wide and clouded with genuine confusion. "We... we aren't together anymore. You don't owe me anything. No loyalty, especially not after how I treated you. After how I shut you out. So why risk your reputation? Why did you do that?" his voice desperate for an answer.
You stared at him, a faint, bittersweet smile touching your lips. To you, the answer was so obvious it barely needed stating.
"Did you really think I would just stand there and let them say that? What the hell was I supposed to do?" You say like it's so simple.
you take a beat before talking again.
"I know who you are. I know what your heart is. Even if things ended badly between us, that doesn't change who you are to me."
A tremor passed through Michaelâs shoulders. The absolute sincerity in your voice seemed to shatter the last of his defenses. The heavy armor he had worn for months against the world completely crumbled. A single tear slipped down his cheek, followed by a quiet, ragged sob. He covered his face, bowing his head as the tears came freely.
His voice thick with emotion. "I am so, so sorry... for everything. For the way I pushed you away, for making you feel like you had to carry my darkness. I was so scared, and I didn't want to drown you with me. But I shouldn't have shut you out."
You said nothing, just throwing your entire weight over to him, the space between the front seats disappearing completely as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in so tightly. He took no longer than a millisecond to hold your waist and pull you in even tighter. it was a passionate embrace, more than a hug, it was a sorry, a thank you and an I miss you all in one embrace.
After minutes of just holding each other, quiet sobs escaping every few seconds, you pull apart and rest your foreheads against one another, just looking into each others eyes for a moment, as if nothing else mattered. He lifts your hand up, examining the swollen purple bruises covering your knuckles. His fingers gently rub your knuckles as he brings them up to his mouth, placing soft kisses against each knuckle.
"I miss you," he whispered, looking into your eyes with a raw vulnerability that stole your breath away. "I want you back. I want us back."
You looked down at his hand, feeling the familiar warmth of it, but you gently shook your head.
"Michael... that wasn't why I did this," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "I didn't punch him to get you back. or to prove anything. I did it because it was the right thing to do."
A soft, sad smile touched Michaelâs face, and he nodded, a look of profound reverence entering his eyes.
"I know," he said, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. "I know that. And thatâs exactly why I love you. Because I know that even if the whole world turns its back on me, even if I lose absolutely everything... you would still love me just the same."
your heart almost shattered. every thing he said was true, but you had to make sure one last time you weren't making a mistake that would cost you another heartbreak you couldn't bear to relive.
"how do I know you actually love me, and you aren't just saying this because you need someone right now? how do I know when things go back to normal, and this is all over for you, that you wont leave again?" you question.
"No, no - please don't say that," he pleaded, his voice cracking as he shook his head emphatically. He took your other hand, holding them both tightly against his chest. "Thatâs not true. Itâs not. If I wanted someone to be there for me, there's plenty out there that would fill the noise, but it's empty. I only want you next to me. im lonely for you"
a tear slid down your cheek.
"I've wanted you every single day since you walked out that door. When I look at photos of us, when I drive past places we used to go to together, when I can't sleep at night. it was always you before this nightmare even began. it just took today for me to realise you just might still have a piece of me left with you too"
The absolute purity and desperation in his voice completely shattered the last of your walls. The small space between you vanished as you crashed your lips onto his, his arms locking around your waist and pulling you entirely onto his lap as the kiss deepened into a breathless, intoxicating blur. The entire universe narrowed down to the heat of his mouth and the dizzying rush of finally being back in his arms.
When you pulled back just a fraction, his forehead rested against yours,
"They're going to try to break you," you murmured, your heart aching for him. "Don't let them do it alone."
He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged.
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Michael comes home late, once again after his charity events for the kids. You decided to light up and watch a little televisionâŠall while in your t-shirt and panties. He missed you so much and wanted to show you just how much. With a couple gifts... Michael loved seeinâ you in your t-shirt and panties. Wanted you to model just for him;)
Another late night, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. After he promised he would be home on time, you knew he was lyinâ. You knew not to hold your breath. You got into your old, oversized Aaliyah T-shirt that was stretched beyond comprehension from a laundry mishap. As well as some lacy dark red panties with black lace on the hem. You had your hair wrapped up in a scarf, a bonnet overtop, protecting your silk press.
You were eating popcorn, sitting on the couch, slouching. A sign that you were relaxed, just watching Bad Girls Club, albeit a little loud on the television. There was an ashtray in front of you, another sign that you were lighting up a blunt while you watched. You crunched on the popcorn in the middle of picking up another piece until you heard the locks undo themselves. Making you drop that piece of popcorn you fiddled into your hand. You heard a collection of mutters, hums, and beatboxing that broke the near silence in the room.
âAngelface! Iâm home! Whereâs my girl?â
âI donât know, look for her.â
You said in a bothered hum, just rolling your eyes while staying seated on the couch. A little irritated that he was late coming home once again. You leaned forward, angling the blunt to rest in between your thumb and index finger, lighting the end with your hot pink bedazzled mini lighter. You sighed, hearing the faint crackle, giving the indicator to release your finger on the lighter. You opened up your lungs to inhale, holding it in, then releasing the white opaque smoke into the air in front of your lips. Michael finally found you, pushing off his large fur coat, hanging it up in the coat closet.
âAw, someoneâs in a boo-boo mood. Câmon. Arenât you happy to see me?â
âYouâre late again, Michael.â
âI know, baby. Iâm sorry. I went to visit the children at the Saint Judeâs treatment center⊠and it ran over a little longer than I thought after rehearsal for the new video. But Iâm here now, baby. Iâm all yoursâŠâ
Michael smiled softly, slipping out his loafers easily, playfully moonwalking over to you, knowing that would make you smile. He finally reached you, planting soft kisses on your cheeks, holding your jaw in between his index finger and thumb.
âMm⊠Iâll tell you what⊠I missed you. So. mwah. Much.â
He spoke to you in between kisses. You finally started to feel a smile stretch across your face, a giggle trying to break free from your throat.
âI-⊠I guess I missed you too. A lot. I just⊠hate when youâre late. We barely have time to do anything now.â
You said with an adorable pout replacing that smile you adorned previously, and Michael shook his head, grabbing the blunt from your fingertips. He gently placed it down on on the ashtray before grabbing you by your cheeks with one hand, pulling you gently up to his lips.
âI got a few ideasâŠYou know you donât need to be smokinâ that stuff to relax you, pretty thing. Thatâs my job. Donât you get that? Give me a nod if you do.â
He smiles at you, showing off all those perfect white teeth. His thumb found your chin, just rubbing over it, staring deeply into your eyes. He still hasnât taken those aviators off, but tonight, you didnât mind them. They can stay on for now. You were finished looking over his face deeply, seemingly stuck in a daze. You nodded your head goofily, your mouth opening, hungry for a kiss.
âAwh, you want a kiss? I knew you missed me! Câmon, stand up for me. Show me what you got on tonight.â
âI-⊠I did. O-Okay.. standingâŠâ
You uttered awkwardly, uncrossing your legs from your criss-cross-applesauce position, rising from your comfortable spot. You stood up in front of him, his hand reaching for yours to help you stand. He sat down, replacing you in your spot on the couch. His legs spread themselves, manspreading as he watched you intently. He leaned forward, stretching his arms forward to swiftly pick up that same blunt that was between your lips. He angled it to sit comfortably between his index and middle finger, smoking it like a plain cigarette.
He brought the moist tip of the blunt up to his own lips, opening up his lungs to inhale as well, breathing in. His eyes fluttered shut feeling his high reach his head. Michael released the blunt from his long drag. Opening his mouth and released a large white cloud of smoke, blowing it teasingly in your direction.
âMm⊠thatâs better. Very good. Whatcha wearing, my baby?â
âI got on my old Aaliyah shirtâŠâ
âAw⊠I just love Aaliyah. Bless her heart. You look adorable. Whatcha got on underneath?â
âJust my pantiesâŠâ
âI seeâŠâ
âI just got my T-shirt and my panties on⊠just how you like it..â
You sang the song effortlessly, humming the melody sweetly. You teased and playfully pulled up your shirt, showing off your perfect figure. Those lovely breasts and lace red panties on display for him. Michael leaned in, beckoning you to come closer into his space with his index finger. He kept the blunt resting in between his lips, taking shallow puffs, allowing the smoke to bellow from in between his lips.
âCâmere. I need you. Yâknow redâs my favorite color. didya do that for me?â
âMaybe I did-âŠâ
You found yourself straddling Michaelâs lap, his lean legs holding you up. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, your hands hooking around the back. You pulled the blunt from between his lips, twisting your back to face the ashtray on the table. You laid the half-smoked blunt there, twisting your back into its neutral position to face Michael once again.
âHow you gonna tell me not to smoke, then you do it?â
âDo as I say, not as I do, youngun.â
âOh, that's so unfair.â
âYou better respect your elders. That is⊠If you want the little gift I brought back for you.â
âMm⊠fine. It better be that new juicy tracksuit I wanted sâ bad.â
âMaybe it isâŠMaybe it isnât⊠youâll just have to see later.â
Michaelâs fingers found themselves teasing at the hem of your T-shirt. Gently pulling it up. His ice-cold knuckles brushed themselves up your abdomen to your chest, making you hiss in shock.
âArgh⊠Mi-âŠYour hands are freezingâŠâ
âTheyâll get warm soon, watch.â
He was finally able to wrap his hands around your full breasts, massaging them gently. His bottom lip disappeared with his top lip, biting down on it. Michael licked his lips, swiping his pink tongue across his mouth, leaning in to plant gentle kisses against your neck. His kisses were soft at first, allowing you to feel the heat emanating from his breath. His lips grew to be more firm, opening his mouth wider, making you feel his tongue against your skin. He started lapping at your flesh, tasting you, suctioning his lips to your neck. Michael moaned at your taste as he began muttering against your skin.
âIâm sorry⊠so sorry⊠I was late⊠I love you⊠You love me?â
His hands were still steadily massaging your breasts; the relief started to melt over you and cascade down your body. A groan escaped your juicy lips.
âI doâŠâ
âSay it to me..â
âI love you. I do.â
He felt your nipple erect fairly quickly from his cool fingers, making him lean into your chest and hold your breast easily in his large palm. His lips latched onto your nipple, his hot lips wrapped around your areola. You groaned a bit louder, tilting your head back in satisfaction. He was right; he was starting to warm up, as were you.
As you were sitting on his lap, you could feel the material of his jeans poking into your ass. His growing erection started to prod at your panties; it was almost painful for you. You could feel how hard it was; you could only imagine how it felt for him. You took the initiative to quickly release him from this fabric prison: those jeans. You unfastened the copper button first, then swiftly unzipped his zipper, gently lifting his heavy bulge so you could yank those jeans down.
âNeed youâŠâ You mumbled, hardly above a purr. It was as if you spoke in a gentle whimper, not intending for him to hear that.
âWhatâs that, baby? Speak up for me.â Michael whispered with a sultry tone against your breasts. Not wanting to lift his head up right now and separate from those perfect breasts.
âI need you so bad, Michael.â
Michael smiled softly, leaning his head up to look at you. His mouth finally released your nipple from between his lips, and a faint smile was painted across his face, just staring at your perfect chest. He snapped out of his daze, leaning up to your mouth. He circled the tip of your nose with his own, teasing you. He grazed his lower lip against yours, allowing you to feel his breath right up against your face.
âStop teasinââŠjust kiss me already... please?â
âGee Whiz⊠Youâre so strict todayâŠâ
Michael chuckled and locked his lips with your own, his tongue immediately invading your mouth. His hot and thick tongue wormed its way inside, collecting as much of your saliva as he could, groaning against your lips. His hand absentmindedly found itself up your thick thighs, getting closer up to your ass. His large palm finally found its way, planting a soft smack on your skin. A grunt escaping his lips, a moan escaping yours.
His hands slipped their way into your panties, pulling them to the side. A large mound is now visible from his big hand resting in your underwear. You started to feel those skilled fingers focusing on your clit. He caressed your wet cunt, just listening to it, affirming that it missed his touch. He started to add his ring finger, keeping a steady pace as he spread your legs with his own. His moans got deeper, vibrating against your lips. Michaelâs mouth opened a bit more, his tongue flicking against yours, swirling that thick tongue with your own.
âMm-⊠You really did miss me.. I feel herâŠ.â
He chuckled deeply against your lips, feeling that you were wet enough for something more. His fingers easily glided against your stickiness, moving down to that pulsing hole. His fingertips teased your tight opening, circling around it.
âY-⊠Youâre such a tease, Michael⊠You drive me crazyâŠâ
âMmhm⊠Tell me what you need from me.â
âGive âem to me. I missed you bad, Michael. Please?â
âYou sound so pretty when you beg. You really do.â
He giggled once again against your ear, slowly thrusting those fingers inside your pussy. She immediately sucked his fingertips in, rolling your hips against his lap. He felt you get hotter in between your legs, the warmth seeping through his jeans and boxers. His left hand pushed itself into his boxers, stroking himself off, staring up at you deeply. He pulled away from your lips, sitting back and watching you ride his fingers, focusing on your pleasure.
You reached down, smacking his hand away from his cock, making a soft laugh escape from his lips. Your hand replaced his own, making your hand move up and down, while keeping a half-circle motion with your wrist. You leaned over his thick tip, collecting saliva in your mouth, filling your cheeks. You gradually rolled your tongue out of your mouth, allowing your spit to drip past your lips, right on his dick. The view alone made him moan, just watching you.
âGet on top âa me..â He uttered breathlessly while still thrusting those long fingers in your hungry pussy.
âYou donât have any condoms? Do ya?â
âI-⊠I-⊠fu-⊠I think⊠we ran out⊠Please⊠I need you around me. Please⊠Please lemme in.â
You leaned into his ear, holding his cleft chin with your thumb, whispering very faintly.
âYou sound so pretty when you beg⊠First tell me⊠Is it the Juicy Tracksuit in that bag?â
âYes, princess. I got it in all of three of the colors for youâŠâ
âUgh, gemme pregnant already!â
Michael laughed loudly, covering his mouth. He leaned up and began covering your neck in fluttering kisses once again. His deep laughter started to fade against your skin as he gripped onto your hips, lifting you just enough so that he could angle himself deep inside your needy cunt.
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Inside Camilleâs diet struggles
Camille loved being with Michael. He was truly the love of her life. He showered her with affection constantly â soft kisses against her temple before work, long phone calls when he traveled, surprise gifts left on her pillow just because heâd thought of her. Loving him came easy.
She fucking hated the paparazzi and tabloids though.
If she could legally burn down every magazine company and fight every journalist whose only goal seemed to be tearing down her man and her body, she would.
Why the fuck was her body such a controversial topic?
God forbid a woman wasnât a size two, thereâs nothing wrong with being a size two or a size eighteen like she was. Camille loved her body, her plushness, her curves, the softness of her stomach, the fullness of her thighs, but the media wasnât always so kind.
By the time she walked into the apartment she shared with Michael, frustration sat heavy in her chest.
âDo you think Michael will leave you for the model he was seen with recently?â
âAre you trying to lose weight for him?â
âDoes Michael prefer thinner women?â
âHow does it feel being the biggest woman heâs dated?â
The questions buzzed around her head like flies.
She kicked off her heels near the door and peeled her dress off as she walked toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of fabric behind her across the hardwood floor. The apartment smelled faintly of Michaelâs cologne and the lavender candles he loved burning at night, but even that wasnât enough to soothe her mood.
Standing in front of the mirror now in only a dark purple bra and matching satin panties trimmed with black lace, Camille stared at herself quietly.
The warm bedroom lighting kissed against her brown skin, highlighting every curve of her body. Her hands drifted absentmindedly across her soft thighs before tracing the silver stretch marks decorating her hips like little lightning strikes. Some of the comments sheâd heard throughout the day came rushing back to her mind.
Too big. Too thick. Too much.
She didnât allow those words to penetrate her self-worth too deeply. She loved herself too much for that.
Still⊠some days the words hurt.
So preoccupied with her thoughts, she didnât hear Michael enter the apartment calling her name softly. He followed the discarded clothing down the hall with a knowing smile that slowly faded once he reached the bedroom doorway.
He leaned against the frame quietly, taking her in.
She stood frozen in front of the mirror, eyes scanning herself critically, and immediately he recognized that look. Theyâd had this conversation before. Every time the world tried to chip away at her confidence, he made it his personal mission to build her back up again.
Because as far as Michael was concerned, Camille was the finest woman walking this earth.
When they first officially met, it had been months after heâd started noticing her around the studio. Every time she walked by, he became completely mesmerized by her hips â the slow confident sway of them like she owned every room she entered. Hell, he wanted her to own him like that.
After weeks of trying not to stare and failing miserably, he convinced one of the studio assistants, who he later learned was Camilleâs best friend, to help him arrange a blind date. The woman had only told Camille the manâs name was Michael, purposely leaving out the fact that he was that Michael.
The look on Camilleâs face when he walked into the restaurant had nearly sent him into laughter.
Shock melted into amusement quickly though, and before long theyâd fallen into easy conversation, playful teasing, and lingering touches beneath the dinner table. They ended the night walking through a small secluded park Camille knew paparazzi rarely visited before eventually stumbling back to her apartment where they did unspeakable but absolutely delicious things to each other until sunrise.
Four months later theyâd moved in together.
Michael took her everywhere he could â award shows, charity galas, family outings, recording sessions, even business meetings sometimes. That was his girl and he wanted the world to know it.
Heâd even gifted her a delicate gold necklace with a small âMâ pendant that matched the âCâ necklace he wore beneath his shirts daily.
He learned every detail about her. Every freckle. Every stretch mark. Every expression she made when she was irritated or sleepy or wanted him to kiss her. He knew the exact laugh she did when something genuinely tickled her. Knew how her breathing changed when she was trying not to be angry at stupid shit.
And at forty-four years old, Michael knew something else too.
He wanted to marry her. The ring box sat hidden in the back pocket of his coat right now. But at the moment, her mood mattered more.
Quietly, he walked behind her until their eyes met through the mirror. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him, tilting his head down to meet her 5â4 frame.
âHey baby,â he murmured softly against her neck. âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â
Camille leaned back into him automatically, breathing in his cologne while his lips brushed gentle kisses beneath her ear.
âJust a day, baby,â she sighed. âJust a damn day. Those bastards outside were asking me the dumbest things. Asking if you were gonna leave me for some supermodel you were hanging around recently.â
Michael immediately tightened his hold on her.
âFuck them,â he whispered firmly into her ear. âI love you.â
Camille lifted her head then, locking eyes with him through the mirror. Her gaze turned sultry almost instantly, hurt slowly dissolving beneath the heat between them.
âShow me?â
In one swift movement Michael turned her around to face him, lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he crashed his lips against hers. He kissed her like a starving man, walking them backward toward the bed without ever breaking contact.
âDo you understand how much I love this body?â he breathed against her mouth. âEvery freckle. Every beauty mark. Every stretch mark. Every scar. I crave every opportunity to worship you.â
He laid her gently onto the mattress before trailing kisses down her body slowly, intentionally, proving every word he spoke.
His lips explored every inch of soft skin he could reach. Kisses became gentle bites. Little sucks that promised bruises later. His hands roamed her curves reverently like he was memorizing her all over again.
Michael touched her like a man giving praise at an altar.
His fingers slid between her thighs while his mouth closed around one of her nipples, moaning softly against her skin as if tasting her drove him insane.
âMm⊠Micâ Michael, pleaseâŠâ
âSsshh,â he soothed between kisses. âI got you. Iâm right here. Just take it all in.â
He dragged his middle finger through her wetness before using it to slick his longer fingers. Then slowly, painfully slowly, he pushed two long fingers deep inside her.
Camille arched immediately with a gasp.
âAhhh⊠baby, yesâŠâ
Her thighs trembled around his arm as he worked his fingers inside her, curling them expertly while kissing his way back up toward her ear.
âYou feel amazing,â he whispered hoarsely. âAlways so amazing. Your body was made for me. Every part of you.â
Her moans only encouraged him further. Michael spoke love into her skin between filthy confessions and soft praises, telling her how grateful he was for her, how beautiful she was, how crazy she drove him. By the time he moved between her thighs completely, Camille was already shaking beneath him.
His tongue lapped against her clit slowly at first, savoring her taste. His large hands gripped her thick thighs tightly as they squeezed around his head. The wetter she became, the greedier he got, devouring her like a man convinced heâd die without another taste.
But eventually he noticed her resisting.
âStop holding back,â he groaned against her. âLet it out, girl. Let me hear you.â
The permission shattered her restraint instantly.
Her orgasm rolled through her body in powerful waves, starting at her toes before climbing upward slowly, her thighs trembling violently around his head. Michael groaned into her loudly, nearly drunk off the feeling of her coming apart beneath him.
Camille cried his name repeatedly, fingers buried deep in his hair while her body writhed against his mouth.
By the time Michael finally pulled away, his lips swollen and shining, Camille looked absolutely wrecked beneath him.
He kissed her stomach softly, lingering there longer than usual as his mind drifted briefly to thoughts of someday seeing her carrying his child. Then he kissed upward â her breasts, her collarbone, her throat â until he finally reached her lips again.
Their mouths met hungrily.
âWait,â Camille whispered breathlessly. âLet me please youâŠâ
âYou are pleasing me,â he murmured. âLet me keep loving on you.â
He silenced her protests with another deep kiss while his hand roamed her body slowly, appreciating every inch of softness beneath his palm.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Michael rested his forehead against hers and smiled softly.
âI love you so much, Camille,â he whispered. âI donât care what the media says. Ever. Youâre my girl. All I wanna do is love you and make love to you until the sun comes up.â
Camille whimpered softly beneath him.
âI love you too. Please⊠I want you so bad.â
Michael groaned at that.
Without another word he pushed into her fully, no teasing, no slow buildup â just one deep thrust that buried him completely inside her warmth.
They both moaned instantly.
âBaby,â he breathed shakily. âHold onto my shoulders.â
When she obeyed, he rolled them over smoothly until Camille sat on top of him.
âMichael, Iââ
âSsshh,â he soothed, gripping her hips. âJust move for me. Take control.â
Camille whined softly but complied, slowly rocking her hips against his. The angle had them both gasping immediately, Michaelâs hands spreading wide across her hips and ass while she rode him.
Her nails scratched lightly across his chest for balance while his grip tightened enough to leave bruises he already knew heâd kiss later.
âFuck,â he groaned suddenly when she rolled her hips a certain way. âYeah⊠just like that. Ride me, baby.â
The praise only made her move harder.
âYou feel so good,â he rasped. âSo fucking good. I love watching you ride me.â
Camille moaned his name repeatedly, telling him she loved him too, that he was stretching her perfectly, that she never wanted this to end.
Before long Michael came hard beneath her, gripping her hips tightly while stars burst behind his eyes.
Camille smiled breathlessly as she rode them both through the high, looking down at the blissed-out expression on his face before he finally sat up enough to kiss her sweetly.
Then a devilish grin spread slowly across his lips.
âLay down, girl,â he murmured against her mouth. âI know you feel how hard I still am. I ainât done with you yet.â
Blood On The Dance Floor || Michael Jackson!Vampire x Reader
It all started with an email from a friend. It was about a job listing. Considering my friend worked in the entertainment business, she tends to send me job offerings. I never truly gave any thought to the emails she'd send, but this one... this one felt... different.
I sat on my couch, scrolling through job listings. I'd just recently been let go of my long term job. Part of me was disappointed, but another part of me was glad to no longer be sitting in an office cubicle for eight hours a day listening to men come up with different concepts for different things and never letting one of the women associates speak their ideas. No more disgusting smells of men dealing with hangovers from the "important meetings" from the night before.Â
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As I scrolled through the listings, my computer dinged with an email notification. It was from my friend, Adeleine. Addie works in the entertainment business. She helps people find jobs whether it be a role in a movie, or a crew job. I noticed she marked it  *URGENT*. I sighed as I opened the email. The email read:
I groaned to myself. I know she's always just trying to help, so I can't get upset with her. I clicked the attachment in the email. The job listing was very vague. The listing stated:
I sighed as I read the listing. It would be nice to move out of this lousy studio. It's not even air conditioned. I groaned as I looked at my cracked open window. The breeze from outside barely pushed against the curtains. I've never officially worked with children. I've only done some babysitting for my family and close family friends. It can't be that hard... can it?
"Fuck it." I said to myself. I applied for the job. Not even five minutes later, my phone rings. It's Addie.
"Hello?"
"AHHHH (Y/N)! YOU APPLIED?!" Addie screamed through the phone.
"How did you-"
Addie interrupted. "I saw your application come through! I didn't think you'd actually apply!"
"Well... At this point, Adeleline, I'll take anything, even if it gets me out of this hot ass studio."
Adeleline chuckled to herself.
"Yeah, I don't even know why you bought that place. It's a dump."
"Hey! That's rude! It's all I could afford at the time!"
Adeleine chuckled again. "I know, love. But, I'm glad you applied! I'll see if I can push your resume to the top to be reviewed. I'll give you a call back if I hear anything!"
"Alright, thanks Addie."
Once the call ended, I tossed my phone onto the coffee table in front of me. I looked out the window once again.Â
I don't have a chance at this job... do I? It can't be that hard. Taking care of some kids? Just making sure they're eating healthy and being safe? How hard can that be?
author's note:
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I had to rewrite this because I tried to insert a photo, but it ended up deleting most of what I had written!!! :(Â
Chapter 2 coming soon!
summary: in which a drunk Michael returns home and mistakes his girlfriend for a stranger. he keeps telling her he has a girlfriend, but once the light comes on, he sees exactly who heâs looking for.
As you lay underneath the heavy covers of the king sized bed you and Michael share, you cant help but feel the weight of his absence, usually there would be a body beside you, with his arm thrown around you, pulling you tighter into him until you're both practically sleeping on his side of the bed together. But tonight he wasnt home, he was out at some listening party and wouldn't be getting back until later. Unfortunately you weren't able to accompany him to this party since you had some work you needed to finish, and so you had the whole quiet house to yourself for tonight.
After what felt like hours of tossing around the bed and fidgeting, desperately trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep, nothing was working. You lay there eyes wide open, a heavy sigh of frustration for your inability to easily fall asleep without Michael next to you. To your luck, you finally hear the familiar sounds of a metal key turning the lock to your front door, the scarily silent room now filled with the creaking sound of the handle turning and the door opening. you hear faint footsteps enter and make their way upstairs, each sound getting closer to you, yet the footsteps sound uneven and out of rhythm, as if Michael was stumbling and tripping over each step.
A tall familiar figure appears at your bedroom door, "hey welcome home baby" your excited tone giving away the fact you hadn't slept one bit as you smile at the sight of him. he looks up and stares at you for a moment, the room is dark and the only light making you visible to each other being the faint streetlights from outside shining through your blinds.
his hair is slightly out of place, his eyes are a little fuzzy, and the most confusing thing... is that hes just standing there staring at you. no response, no smile, no hello kiss. usually he'd already be wrapping his arms around you, lathering you in kisses as he tells you how much hes missed you, but hes staring at you as if you were a complete stranger.
your heart pauses for a moment as you try and make sense of his behaviour. did something happen? did he do something bad while he was out?
"Michael? is everything okay?" you search for an answer in his eyes as you push the covers off you, standing up out of bed and making your way over to him.
"yes im good thankyou" he says as if he was talking formally to a business associate. what's wrong with him? he begins kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt.
"I missed you, how was your night" you say as you get to him, hands reaching for his body to embrace him.
he looks startled as takes a step back, bringing his hands up to shield him and pushes you away.
"no stop!" he yells at you, causing you to step away in shock.
"Michael what's wrong?" you truly had no idea what was happening. all you knew is that you could smell the alcohol leaving him and his eyes were droopy it was obvious he had quite a lot to drink.
"I have a girlfriend! and she's the love of my life so please dont touch me!" he yells once again, taking another step back from you.
at first confusion still remains, then you find yourself biting back laughter. is he serious? he is so drunk he doesn't realise that his girlfriend is standing right in front of him? what a dumbass.
"Michael what are you talking about-" you cant help but smile
"no! get away from me please! as I already told you I have a very special lady in my life, she's everything to me and I would never look at another woman." he starts to visibly get upset
he really has no idea. you decide to have some fun with his.
"okay im sorry, what's she like?" you play along with it.
his angry and irritated expression switches instantly, the thought of you bringing a instant grin to his face as his eyes that are barely staying open still manage to brighten slightly as he begins to talk about you.
"oh she's amazinggggg! she's the most beautiful, kindest, smartest, funniest girl ever. im gonna marry her one day and spend the rest of my life with her. I love her soooooo much" he slurs his words as hes swaying from side to side drunkenly as he goes on and on about how much he loves you.
you cant help but giggle at him, deciding its time for him to sleep some of this alcohol off, you end this game. walking over and flicking a switch to brighten up the room, Michael at first squints at the sudden brightness of the harsh light, then the realisation suddenly hits him.
"BABY ITS YOU" his entire energy shifts as he practically sprints over to you, tightly wrapping his arms around you as he begins to kiss you all over, starting with your lips, then cheek, forehead and then peppering kisses all over your face, as if he cant get enough, trying to kiss every inch of your skin.
"I missed you soooo much" he says in between kisses, his hands roaming all over your body before ending on your waist, pulling you against him tightly as he holds you in place.
you kiss him back, happy the normal affectionate version of him has returned.
"okay I think its time for bed now, seems like you've had quite the night" you giggle as you lead him over to your bed, helping him get rid of his clothes and prepare for bed.
once the both of you have settled into bed, comfortably laying with your bodies intertwined with one another, everything is perfect again. you feel yourself finally start to drift asleep, the warmth of your boyfriends presence next to you allowing full comfort.
"baby I need to tell you something" a quiet whisper wakes you.
âwhat is it mike?â your voice groggy and sleepy.
âpromise you wonât get mad?â you can already see his big puppy eyes even in the pitch black room.
âpromiseâ
âokay well.. earlier tonight, there was another woman who came up to me and tried to hug meâ his voice is filled with guilt and fear of you getting angry and leaving.
you let out a breathy sigh at his silliness. he still has no idea that was you.
âoh reallyâ you pretend to be amused
âmhmâ he admits.
âItâs okay I forgive you. but if I ever see her, she better watch outâ you pretend to be a overprotective girlfriend
âthankyou baby, sounds good. i love youâ he leans in and kisses you softly, his voice nothing but innocent and sweet.
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Michael wanted to spoil you on this special day. Renting out restaurants for a quiet evening, roses upon roses, teddy bears, he wanted it to be perfect. Still new at relationships, he just wanted to impress you. Needed you to need him. Desired for you to desire him. He gets advice from his bodyguard, Bill Bray that changes everything for him after touring for what felt like eons to you two.
Valentineâs Day. 1983. Michael was so new to this kind of thing. A real relationship. With a really beautiful woman, you made him incredibly nervous. His palms would get all cold and clammy. His usual high-pitched voice would deepen, just for you. He wanted to express you, prove to you that he could be suave, like the Old Hollywood men heâd watch in the Golden Age of Hollywood movies. Studying them so he would behave in a way you couldnât ignore. Michael dressed up especially for you today, wanting to give you the very best for this special day. Wearing a fitted black tux that fit like a glove on him. An adorable red bow tie, adorned with red rhinestones, flat against his neck. He had his hairstylist make a house call for him, making sure his jeri curl was extra moisturized for you. Not a curl out of place. He wanted light to bounce perfectly off his coils. Those famous black loafers tied tightly on his feet, and those long white socks, the iconic combination of footwear you loved on him. Michael was sitting in the backseat of his Mercedes, Bill Bray in the driverâs seat, of course. Giving Michael a lecture on getting past second base. âLook here, Michael. You donât have to feel pressured into doing anything. Nothinâ. But, she might be expecting⊠something. I just donât want you to be too surprised.â
âI know, Bill. I told her that when the time is right⊠Itâll happen. And I know it will. Sheâs so pretty.â
âDo you think today will be it? You two been three weeks apart, Michael. Been together five months. The poor girl might think youâre leading her on.â
âYou really think so? Well, we canât have that. Can we?â
âNo, sir. I say, tell her how you feel. How much you been thinking about her. Then, see how she responds to that. You follow, son?â
âYes, Bill. Thank you for the advice. You saved me a lot of time and confusion.â
âDonât worry about it, Michael. Sheâs crazy about you. You got this. Weâre here now. Go ahead.â
Michael took a deep breath, holding his palm to his chest. Every time he got dropped off at your house, he got goosebumps. His hands got sweaty, his mouth dry and cracked. His long fingers fumbled around for his peppermint-flavored Chapstick, unscrewing the top and firmly twisting it up out of the tube. He smeared it over his lips, pressing his lips together, moistening them once more. He pushed his hands back into his pockets, dropping the chapstick back in place, then reached to his left side, grabbing his bouquet of red roses for you. His steps were shaky, unsteady as was his breathing. He loosened up anyway he could, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck, popping the joints between his fingers; nothing really worked. He arrived at your front door, ringing the bell and waiting patiently to be met by you. His fingertips grazed against the petals of the rose, a nervous tic as he stood there. His weight shifted on his feet, his loafers shuffling across the concrete. Once you finally arrived at the door, you smoothed your dress, caressing any wrinkles that may be present. Your throat cleared itself before you released the locks from the door; the clicking caught Michaelâs attention. He stopped shuffling his feet, standing at attention like he was in the military. A smile was plastered across his face as the door peeled back, revealing your curvy figure. You looked as if you were truly poured inside your dress. Michael didnât even greet you for a minute. He just wanted to stare at you, quietly. You knew his ways at this point, so you let him, until he finally snapped out of his daze.Â
âHi, beautiful. I love that dress on you. You look soâŠsorry. I-.. got these roses for you.â
âOh, Michael. Theyâre lovely, thank you.â
âJust like you. I have a fun evening planned for us this Valentineâs. I hope you like to dance as much as I do.â
âI love to dance, baby. What kind of dancing we gonna be doing?â
Michael grabbed your hand, gently pulling you close to his body. You let out a squeak in shock. His light voice emitted a cackle at how startled you were, always finding any excuse to catch you off guard. His lean body pressed up against your warm embrace. His large hand pressed against the back of your head, caressing your curls, twisting them around his fingertips.Â
âHow about I give you a preview? Something like this, just dancing closely. Really feeling each other⊠yâknow? Feeling the electricity buzzing against our bodies. The warmth being an excuse to keep our bodies closer. You like how that sounds?â
âOf course, being close to you sounds⊠perfect. After these weeks without you⊠mmm⊠Iâve missed you.â
Michael gently pushed your head into the crook of his neck, allowing his woodsy Burberry cologne to flood your nose. You shamelessly took in a small whiff. He could feel the air filling from your nostrils, knowing what you were doing. He gently swayed with you, holding your hand in his, cheek to cheek now, dancing closely.Â
âIâm here to show you just how much I missed you. Iâve been sulkinâ all week. Just missinâ my girl. Câmon, Billâs waitinâ on us in the car. I got a new Mercedes, donât you just love it?â
âI do, Michael, itâs so nice. You mustâve gotten it while you were out of town, hm?â Michael responds to you with a nod, his grin still plastered across his lips. He purposely held his hand out in front of him, a sign for you to go in front.
âLadies first.â He said to you in a sing-song way. He snuck slick stares at your backside. Your lovely, round ass, completely poking out in your dress. Especially when you knelt to sit on the black leather seats. He wanted to remain a gentleman, immediately averting his eyes when he saw you turn your head to face him. Although he would want nothing more than to feel every curve of you against him. He still wanted to wait for the perfect moment to take you.Â
Michael closed the door behind him after he sat in the backseat with you, resting his hands on his knees. He started another self-soothing technique for himself, rubbing his palms against the fabric of his tux, just staring forward, planning about how he was going to romance you this evening. Michael was entirely in his head; he didnât even notice you scooting closer. Your hand nervously stretches closer to his, fingertips just barely touching. You could feel Michaelâs nervousness, seeping through his pores. Sweat covered his forehead. He finally looked up to you, getting out of his own head. A warm smile came back, not the focused and zoned-out look he had so often. You finally spoke up, leaning in to whisper in his ear, âYou look very handsome, Michael. Are you gonna tell me where weâre going? Why we had to dress so fancy?âÂ
âSweetheart, I already told you over the phone. Itâs a surprise. Itâs a place that requires fancy dress attire. Thatâs all you need to know for now.â
âFine⊠Well, are you at least allowed to tell me how your tour went?â Michael laughed at your sudden sassiness. Crossing his arms in a teasing manner. He nudged his elbow to yours, the bump of his elbow making you flinch and do it back to him. He kissed his teeth in annoyance upon hearing that response. âDonât get fiesty, now. The tour went just fine. I was so sleepy all the time. I just wished you were there the whole time to see me up there. I wish I could have talked to you on the phone more. The time zones were just-..â
âHey, itâs okay. Weâre here now. No more of you wishing things were different.â
âBut, I do wish things were different.â
âI know, Michael. But itâs okay.. trust me.â
âOkay. Tell me how schoolâs been going? Still on the honor roll, smart girl?â
âMhm.. You know it. Studying is hell. I wish we could switch places and I get up on stage.â
Michael exhaled through his nose, a subtle breathy laugh. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, grabbing onto your hand as he shook his head. âI can assure you, youâd hate touring. But, Iâd love to see you up there, sweetness. in those little outfitsâŠâ Michaelâs mind went elsewhere, imagining you in skimpy outfits on stage, stroking his peachfuzz he had growing above his lip, thinking about the image.Â
âSpeaking of skimpy outfitsâŠI may have something special for you later. When we got some alone time together.â
âOh yeah?â
Bill teasingly looked over at the two of you from over his shoulder, really looking at Michael. He was right, you were expecting something from him tonight. Michael looked back at Bill from the corner of his eye, quickly averting his gaze back to you.
âIâm excited to see what you have in store for me, baby.â As soon as Michael uttered that to you, Bill parked the Mercedes in front of a large and grandiose building. You pressed your face up to the window, reading the sign written on it.Â
âIs that the new rhythm and blues restaurant? You got us in?!â
âAbsolutely, I thought it would be romantic. An excuse to get close to each other after being apart for so long.â
âOh, Michael, Iâm so excited. Câmon!â
Bill Bray had already gotten out of the car before either of you even touched the door handle. He made his way around the Mercedes, moving briskly to get the door open for both of you to exit. When Bill opened Michaelâs door, he stepped out, holding his hand out for yours. You grabbed onto his hand, pulling yourself up to your feet to stand right beside him. He gingerly put his arm around the back of your neck as you two strolled up towards the front door. Bill Brayed stayed close behind you both, following you into the establishment. You both made it inside, soft and slow RnB music played above your heads on the speakers. Mostly love songs for this important day for lovers. Michael started to feel the music immediately. Shuffling his feet across the floor. His loafers effortlessly slid across the wood floors, smirking at his own inability to stop dancing. Even on his off days, he had to. It was like a drug to him. But you loved him for it. You started to realize something as you were walking, though. You had literally entered a restaurant with THE Michael Jackson. People should be rushing up to you both and bombarding him with autographs and pictures.
âMichael, baby? Where is everyone? Why is it so empty?âÂ
âI bought the restaurant out for the evening⊠just for us two. To dance as close as we want. Câmon, letâs meet with the owner.â
Bill stayed behind, right by the door, sitting at the table closest to the exit, keeping it secure. You both walked up to the front counter, meeting with the owner. He shook both of your hands, greeting himself, then requested Michael for a photo to put on the celebrity wall. He got his photo, then escorted you both to the VIP seating area, where the music was louder, easier to feel. Michael never let go of your hand, leading you up to the table, allowing you to sit down first. He sat across from you, resting his long arms across the table. The owner placed laminated menus in front of the two of you, allowing you to look over what you wanted.Â
âWhat looks good to you, princess?â
âIâm afraid what looks good to me isnât on the menu. You look fantastic under this light. I could just eat you up instead.â
His melodic voice conjures up a chuckle, pressing his large hand against his chest. His eyes shut from how hard he was chuckling at your sudden forwardness.
âYouâre so cute. I think Iâll go for the Fried chicken and spicy mac and cheese. Iâm famished tonight.â
âThat does look good. I think Iâll just go for the Shrimp and Grits.â
Michael looked up at the owner, giving him a slight nod that you both have made your orders for the night. He smiled and nodded back to Michael, taking the menus from you both, swiftly.
âHow about we go and head on that dance floor while we wait for our dinner, huh?â
You didnât respond with words, but with a nod. Michael stood up first, holding his hand out to grab you close to him. After he pulled you up to your feet, he hooked his arm with yours, getting you on that lit-up floor finally. After all this time, you two finally felt like a real couple, on a date. You just felt⊠normal. âOnly Youâ by the Commodores played softly as he placed his hands on your waist, feeling every curve against his large palm. He couldnât help but caress your sides as you two started to sway closely. He reached down to grab your arms and place them on top of his shoulders, making you clasp your gentle hands around the back of his neck. You got closer, resting your head in the crook of his neck again, sighing softly against him.
âWhatâs wrong? Is that a sigh of relief?â
âYes, Michael. Iâm just⊠happy to be here with you⊠You went through all this troubleâŠâ
âBaby, it was no trouble at all. Youâre worth it. For dealing with me and my touring⊠youâve stayed with me through all of it. This is my thank you to you.â
Your head leaned up to kiss Michael square on the cheek. You finally did, planting those juicy lips against his flesh. You could feel his cheeks begin to warm up in real time, his lip biting. Your kisses moved down to his neck, making him unleash a soft whimper that he attempted to cover up with a nervous laugh. He gently pushed you off of him, a close call of getting him too turned on. You didnât like that he pushed you off, though. It was quite obvious that you wanted him badly, needed him badly after this long distance, but he wasnât showing the same sentiment.Â
âGee, sorry for pushinâ you but⊠You were gettinâ me⊠riled up, babyâ
âThat was the idea, Michael, câmon⊠let me kiss on that neck some more, baby. Please?â
âWe have plenty of time for that later⊠I told you, I want it to be perfect. Just keep dancinâ for me. You were doing so well.â
Michael grabbed your hand and spun you around, watching your curls bounce as you were back in motion. A giggle seeped from your lips as he spun you, taking your mind off of him, totally pushing you off. But you knew why, he hated getting a hard-on in public. It was completely embarrassing to him. But you loved it, being the exact reason he had a large tent in his pants made it worth it every time. When Michael stopped spinning you, you stopped with your backside pressed up against his body. A complete accident, but you two went along with it, happily. Feeling your ass pressed up against his crotch. He bit his lip at this new, foreign friction you two were engaging in. He gripped your hips with a bit more force than usual. Sinking his fingertips into your thick hips. He made you roll your hips against his developing bulge, groaning very faintly at this stimulation. He was desperately trying to pull himself out of this dirty dancing, but it was too intoxicating. He made you roll your hips against his, his hips following suit. His hand traced up the curves of your back, feeling your skin against his fingers, making you bend your back just a bit into an arch.Â
âYouâre really good at dirty dancing; you definitely didn't learn this from me. Who taught you this?â
His tone sounded a bit put off. Maybe a sense of jealousy that he was learning this just now. Someone must have had this experience with you before, he thought in his mind.
âI taught myself. Never had the chance to do it with someone who loved to dance as much as I doâŠâ
Michael sighs in relief that he seemingly was the first you were doing this with. He chuckled at his own territorial behavior. He spun you once again, making you face him this time. Michael focused on your big brown eyes, and yours never left his. The tension was increasing, feeling each otherâs faint breathing, beginning to deepen the longer you two danced so sensually. It took you back to when you first met at Studio 54.Â
âYou want to see what I learned tourinâ? I donât do dirty dancinâ but⊠just watch thisâŠâ
He swayed with you even closer, if that was even possible. He bent his leg just a bit, gripping onto your back. His hand was resting against the area where your ass and lower back connected, making your crotch press against his thigh, rolling his knee up to stimulate that space in between your legs. You released a slight gasp of air, suddenly feeling Michaelâs knee rolling against your sensitive spot. His eyes followed you, the bottom lip of his mouth disappearing as he bit on it. He was watching you sway against his knee, rolling it more. He wanted to see how needy you were exactly, so he knew just how to handle it later.Â
âOh, Mi-âŠMichael⊠thatâs-.. actually very sexyâŠitâs turninâ me on, if you can believe it.â
âMmhm⊠I can tell. You started makinâ that face you always make when you get like that. Was it feelinâ good for you, mama?â
âVery good. Michael⊠I-..â
You were suddenly cut off by the owner coming back with your plates. He announced to you both, holding the large tray of food for you both to come back and enjoy. There was also a bottle of sparkling water and two glasses of still water. The owner laid out the plates of food, waiting for you both to come and sit.
âWhat were you gonna say, baby?â
âNothinâ câmon, let's go eat.â
You both approached the table, and Michael let go of your hand, allowing you to sit across from him once again. You both began to indulge in your delicious meals. You two occasionally started to sing to whatever was playing over the speakers. RnB had a soft spot for both of you. Not being able to ignore the sensual beats and suggestive lyrics.Â
âI hope I didnât make you feel uncomfortable with that dancinâ back there. You were teasinâ me so I thought-..â
âDonât worry, I enjoyed it. Quite a lot. It made me really want ya⊠You really know how to work my hips, Michael. Iâve never seen that side of you.â
âI could show you that side more often.. I just like to make sure the moment is right.â
You gave a nod to Michael, biting your lower lip. He adjusted his shades, feeling them shift from their previous spot sitting on the bridge of his nose. Michael reached down, picking up his spoon, scooping a bit of mac and cheese onto his spoon. While Michael was preparing himself for another bite of his spicy mac and cheese, you slipped your foot out of your black stiletto heel. Your pantyhose-covered foot reached up to Michaelâs hard-on, grazing your toes against his thick bulge before he could take another bite. He dropped his spoon in shock and chuckled deeply, feeling your toes, teasing his shaft. You gently stroked his cock with your foot, making him groan and nervously look around the surrounding area. Making sure the owner was nowhere near your table. He reached his hands down, wrapping his hand around your foot, holding it in place. Right against his pulsing cock.
âGod. You drive me crazy. You know what? You really want me to act out of character, donât you?â
âYes, Michael⊠I really do⊠I want you sâ bad. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.. I want to return the favorâŠâ
âBill was right-..â
Michael uttered very faintly, his voice hardly above a murmur. He remembered Billâs advice from earlier that you may be especially horny for Michael today. Intense desire for stimulation because of how long itâs been.
âWhatcha say, lovey?â
âN-Nothinâ⊠Nothinââ
Instead of you moving your foot, Michael did it for you. Holding it there by your heel, making you stroke his length firmly with your foot. He exhaled a soft chuckle, not thinking this would make him feel this good. The space between his legs started to get warmer, until you could feel that warmth transferring to your toes. The heat from his skin is absolutely coming through his fitted pants. He groaned a little louder, tilting his head back. Still holding your foot in his hand as he used it to satisfy himself in the middle of this restaurant. âI-.. want.. You too. Letâs get out of here. Câmon⊠get up.â
Michael stood up quickly, holding his hand out for you to hold. His hand dipped into his right pocket, pulling out a one-hundred-dollar bill, leaving it on the table as a tip. He held your hand tight in his palm, using his free hand to playfully land a smack on your ass. He headed towards the door, looking up at Bill sitting in the corner. Bill stood up from his seat, opening the door for you both. You could see Michael giving Bill a look. A look that indicated that it was on between you two. Once you two arrived at the car, Michael opened the door for you, scanning your ass closely as he watched you bend down to sit on the leather seats. Not daring to hide it this time. He planted himself right next to you in his seat, wasting no time to pull you up on his lap. His fingers found themselves inching up your thighs. His fingers danced against your legs, needing to know how every inch of you feels. âUh-⊠Bill? Can you raise the partition, please?â Bill nodded, a grin appearing across his lips. He raised the partition promptly, looking at the two of you getting comfortable. Michaelâs lips found the nape of your neck, planting those soft, fluttery kisses. You could tell from how his kisses lingered that he was inhaling your scent every chance he got.Â
âMm.. Youâre wearing that perfume I bought for you in London?"
âMmhm.."
âThatâs a good girlâŠyouâre such a good listener, love that smell on you...â His palm grabbed the lower half of your face, holding your mouth so you donât make too much noise. Also, keeping your neck tilted to the side gives him the access he needed. Your whines filled the backseat, biting on your bottom lip, a bit roughly. Your fingers found themselves preoccupied with the buttons and zipper of Michaelâs fitted pants, fumbling with the stupid buttons. You groaned at the feeling of his hot and slick tongue warming you up even more. You wished that his tongue was deep, very deep somewhere else. Michaelâs tongue fixated on your warm skin, suckling at your neck, finally tasting your skin. When you got the pants undone, you slipped your hands against his boxers, stroking over his shaft. You could feel a strong pulse against his girthy shaft, the feeling clearly felt against your palms.Â
âmmmâŠâ He whimpered against your neck, rolling his hips against your palms. He pulled away from your neck, needing his lips on yours. He licked his lips, moistening them before he fluttered his eyes shut, gripping your jaw in his hand. His lips clashed with yours while he stroked your cheek with his big thumb. His tongue wrestled with yours, sucking on his tongue. Your saliva mixed with each otherâs, making a mess of spit. You and Michaelâs chins got shiny from your aggressive makeout session, the moans growing louder in the backseat. You could hear a growl escaping Michaelâs lips, becoming incredibly primal at this point. You both arrived at the hotel, which he booked for you both tonight. Bill parked the car right at the entrance while you two were still busy with each other, panting into each otherâs mouths from kissing so deeply.Â
Bill knew you two were busy in the back, so when he got out of the car, he knocked on the window so that you two could become decent once again. Michael pulled away from your lips, slowly. His eyes peeked down at his pants undone, buttoning them up once again. You both exited the car, hair messy, clothes disheveled. You both needed to feast on each other, get up in that hotel room. Michael jogged with you to the elevator. He already checked in, so you made a beeline for it. Once you two arrived inside, you two connected back together. His fingers found themselves twisting around your coils, pulling you close to his aching body. He stared down into your eyes, stroking your cheek tenderly.
âYou havinâ a good Valentines so far, Michael?â
âVery much so. It looks like you missed me, just as much as I missed you.â
You would nod in agreement, hearing the elevator ding overhead, giving you the signal that you have reached your destination. The doors opened, and you both walked out of the elevator in the direction of the King suite Michael bought for you both tonight. You both jogged up to the door, laughing at yourselves for how badly you wanted to be on top of each other. You couldnât keep your hands off Michael, constantly stroking his thigh, running your hands down to his supple ass, squeezing it in your palm. He jolted and flinched upon feeling your forceful touch. His hand reached back to playfully swat your fingers away from his ass, chuckling at the action.
âBabyyy⊠Câmon, let me unlock the door! Youâre not lettinâ me focus.â
âFineee. Hurry please. I need you so fucking badâŠ.â Michael fumbled with the key to unlock the hotel room door, cursing under his breath at how hard it was to get doors open this way.Â
âF-.. Hate these things.â When he finally swung open the door, he groaned in anticipation. He looked up at you once again, grabbing your hand through the expansive hotel room. The room was heavy with the scent of lavender, and rose petals littered the marble floors. There were bouquets of red and white roses resting on the dining room table, with an oversized Valentineâs Day card resting on top. Teddy Bears covered the main living area, all different colors of white, brown, purple, and pink. Michael also had a couple of bottles of your favorite champagne, resting on ice within a tin bucket. âYou know I donât drink that often, but⊠Itâs a special occasion. I thought it would help us loosen up. Clearly, we donât need it, do we?â
âAll I need is you, Michael. Iâm gonna go get into somethinâ more comfortable. You can go ahead and put some music on for us, âkay? We can do some dirty dancinâ of our own.â Michael gave you a meek smile and nodded, covering his mouth in shyness. He turned his body away from you, feeling his body start to vibrate in anxiety. He wanted to make you feel good tonight, make it a night to remember. He should be over the moon right now, but all he could feel wasâŠunsure of himself. Maybe he needed some Champagne to loosen himself up. He walked around to the dining room again, yanking one of the ice-cold bottles from the bucket, grasping it in his palm. He rummaged around the silverware drawer for the damned bottle opener, knowing he should have had them open already. His hands were shaky, inattentive to the subject at hand. He finally got the bottle of champagne opened, not even pouring it into a glass, but drinking it straight from the bottle, wrapping his lips around it.
He took two long swigs of that sparkling drink, clearing his throat after feeling it burn from drinking so fast. The alcohol hit him after drinking for ten minutes, feeling more relaxed. He felt a bit calmer. He was in the mood to dance now, swaying his body to his song, âThe Lady in My Life.â He did his signature move, moonwalking to the record player, setting the record on the needle. He moved the needle directly to that song on his album, perfectly starting it from that track. The soft cymbals of the drums filled the main living area as he swayed to his music. You finally walked out upon hearing this lovely song start to play. Michaelâs voice was unmistakable; you knew it from anywhere. He stepped back, taking in your thick body. You walked out, wearing your deep red bra and panties. Red leg garters around your thick thighs. You walked out slowly to this beautiful song. Michael said nothing, letting his song speak for him.Â
âListen to my heart, lay your body close to mine, let me fill you with my dreams. I can make you feel alright.â Michael held his hand out to you, ushering you to him in front of the record player. He pulled you against his body, making your backside rest against his crotch once again. His elegant fingers traced themselves against the material of your leg garters, pulling at the elastic. He bit his lip, using one hand to hold your hip in place, making your hips roll in one particular spot.
âI hope you donât mind, I had a bit to drink, I needed to⊠loosen up. Truth is, Iâm very nervous. Scared.â
âWhy are you scared, Baby?â
âItâs been my dream to make you feel good. Youâre my destiny, I can feel it. I want to make you happy. Make you really desire me.â
âLet me show you just how much I desire you, Michael. If thatâll make you feel better?â
âWell-âŠI⊠o-okay.â
You got an idea in your head, smiling warmly to yourself. You pulled Michael by his hand, yanking him over to the loveseat. You pushed him down on his new seat, allowing him to just soak in your curvy frame. You got down on your knees in front of him, crawling to rest in between his legs. He reached up to stroke your cheek as you fiddled with his buttons, yanking his pants down. Letting the material pool around his ankles. Your head tilted up, allowing your hot, wet tongue to teasingly lap at the naughty wet stain on his underwear. His pre-cum seemed to have seeped into his boxer-briefs. You flicked your tongue against the sensitive area, listening to his deep whimpers. He covered his face in shyness, not wanting you to see him make these pathetic noises. Your hand wrapped about his girthy shaft, stroking over the fabric as you sucked the tip, still over the fabric.
âPlease⊠stop teasinâ⊠put your mouth on it. Actually, on itâŠYouâre drivinâ me crazy, mama.â
You listened, yanking his underwear down, around his ankles. He hissed at the cool air, hitting his hot skin. His cock was rising in temperature. He was putty in your hands, still reaching out to touch you. To caress your face as your tongue landed back against his hard flesh. He nodded to himself upon feeling your warm breath hit him. You collected spit in your mouth, allowing it to finally release from your lip, landing on his shaft. Your mouth found his tip, that was until you bobbed your head slowly up and down. Finally tasting his sweet skin, you so desperately wanted. His hand never left your jawline, making you go up and down, slow. Real slow. He loved hearing the wetness of your warm mouth against him, the slight gagging noises you had omitted excited him. Your mouth enveloped his length, attempting to scale the entire length, ultimately gagging loudly from the sheer length of him. He groaned, hearing that noise that he loved. His thumb circled your cheek as a sign that you were doing perfectly.
You raised your head back up towards his tip, planting soft kisses against the very sensitive and hot head of his dick. He flinched and groaned from this teasing of yours. Your mouth went back to work upon hearing his sexy noises; his little voice was uttering. You spit loudly against his tip again, allowing the spit to drip down his aching cock. Each movement from you made it twitch in your direction. You started to stroke him off once more, staring deeply into his eyes, keeping his shaft pressed against your warm cheek, moaning at the feeling of his pulsing meat.
âCum for me, Michael. Right on my tongue. Need to taste you.â
âOh, lord. Here it-⊠itâs coming out-.. ah..â He whimpered against his hand, holding his palm close to his lips. He jerked his hips up into your palm, allowing his hot and thick semen to ooze right on top of your tongue, allowing you to taste. He jittered and convulsed from this release, right against your slick pink tongue. His forehead was soaked with sweat and Jeri Curl product.
He curled his lips into that duck lip that he does, reaching down to grab you and pull you up to his lap. His thin fingers pushed those panties off, spreading your legs rather roughly. Four of his fingers landed where he thought your clitoris was, instead on top of your mound. He didnât seem to know exactly where it was, so you showed him.Â
âYou lookinâ for my clitoris?
âY-Yeah. Is it that obvious?â
âItâs okay, Iâll show you.. Itâs right⊠T- There⊠ahâŠThereâ
âRight here?â You responded with a nod, rolling your hips against his fingers. Your pussy started to react, producing a symphony of wet and lewd noises. Your hand remained right on top of his, feeling his fingers get creamy and slick from your honey getting soaked onto his knuckles. Your fingers massaged the tops of his fingers, feeling over the veins of his hand, as he began planting soft kisses against your neck. He moaned in your ear, teasing his bottom lip against your earlobe. He gently sucked and licked at your ear, sucking your skin between his lips. His finger stayed focused on your pulsing clit, thrusting his cock into your thigh, feeling like he could release from this stimulation alone. His fingers found your slick and creamy hole, starting with one finger, HIs middle finger, allowing the slight pressure to come. His finger was sucked in immediately, your pussy behaving so well to his touch. He thrusted his thin finger deep inside you, curling it right against your spot.
âMm-⊠how does that feel? Iâm doinâ it right?â
âThatâs perfect, baby. Nice and steady.â He nodded to himself, adding another finger inside, stretching you out some more, preparing you for more to come. He kept the steady motion, allowing his fingers to just sit inside you at some points, just so you felt full. Your hand reached down, helping yourself in this stimulation, rubbing your own clit while Michael kept a steady pace with his fingers, moving just a tic faster. His rhymn kept with his song in the background, not missing a beat. The stimulation of your own fingertips circling your clit, Michael fucking you with his deliberate fingers, you couldnât take it.Â
âSo wet. Youâre so-⊠slick⊠Take it. Take it.â
You moaned increasingly loudly, a sign that you were. He was right. Michael reached up with his free hand to pull your bra down from your chest, releasing your breasts from the bra cups. Watching them lie against your soft skin. This image only made his fingers slam faster. Going all the way down to where his palm met with your mound. His lips found their way around the side of your breasts, suckling them from the sides at first. His hand palmed your breast, pulling it gently up to his lips, sucking at your nipple, lapping at his own saliva, tasting your flesh against his buds. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your tight hole, reaching down, replacing his fingers with his thick and lengthy cock. He gently grabbed you by your sides, holding you up, slowly sliding you back down on his dick, making you open up. He whimpered against your breast, having to pull away from it. His large and controlling hand found the side of your jaw, making you tilt your head to his lips, and his mouth connected with yours.Â
âI need you.. I need you⊠I love you. All mine..â
âI⊠love you too... Oh, god. Michael..â
He sucked your tongue, sucking off his own essence from earlier, moaning at the taste of your mouth. He rolled his hips into your pussy, making you feel every inch, going deeper. One hand of his rested on your jaw, the other on your hip, keeping control and deep thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other, sweat keeping your bodies stuck to each other. The slickness of your pussy made the friction of his dick easier to go quickly in⊠then out. He felt himself reaching his edge, trying to pull you off of him, so he wouldnât finish inside. You grabbed his hand, stopping him from doing anything of the sort, feeling yourself reaching it as well.
âBaby, Iâm about ta⊠oh GodâŠâ
âI know, but donât stop. Donât you dare. Iâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry. Please just keep going.â
âIâm sorry⊠for finishinâ so⊠fast⊠Youâre so perfect. God, Iâm gonna make you my wife..â You gasped loudly, grabbing onto your breasts, feeling his thrusts speed up inside you. He gripped you harder, his fingers burrowing themselves in your flesh. He carried you to your hilt, listening to your sloppy wet noises, until⊠You felt it. His warm and thick cum, invading your pussy hole. You tilted your head back, groaning at the feeling, climaxing along with him. He felt your thick and creamy mess melt all down his thighs, dripping down to his empty, perfect balls. You both sighed in relief, collapsing right on top of him. While you were decoimpressing, you could hear whimpers; the whimpers turned to sobs. His waterline began to be swollen with tears. His long lashes stuck together from the tears, clumping up.Â
âMichael? Baby? You okay? Aw, honey..â He sniffled and reached up, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his tux, nodding his head at your question. He couldnât believe he broke down in front of you, collecting himself once again.
âMhm⊠You just made me feel so good. In so many ways⊠Theyâre happy tears⊠Promise.â He said in a soft whine. His voice almost regressed back to a young boy, sounding as if he had just gotten in trouble. His red cheeks were suddenly caressed by your palm, wiping away the single tear that rolled down his face.
âItâs okay, baby. I feel the very same. I love you so much, Mikey. How about we go get all clean, then we can watch Charlie Chaplin. Would you like that?â
Holaaa what would you think mr mike jack would act/do if reader got nipp piercings?? i luv ur fics tho cutie đ«¶đŒ especially tee and panties
Girl, I luuuv the way you think. And lemme just tell you what I think;) Thank you sm for reading, doll! Keep the requests comin'.
Content: 18+ Nipple play, p in v, slight fluff, but overall sm smuttttt
Summary: Michael never thought he'd be so love drunk over nipple piercings until he met you. He couldn't help but cater to you, make 'em feel all better after you got 'em pierced.
Another long ass day at the mall with your girlfriends ended with a bang. Michael finally gave you his black Amex card to use at the mall, and you have just arrived home. You arrived at ten-thirty oâclock when you and Michael agreed on nine oâclock. Michael was sitting at the kitchen table, eating his favorite KFC bundle meal deal, wiping off the remaining crumbs from his mouth with a scratchy napkin. You had a few margs with the girls, and your hand was so shaky with getting the key inside the door. Both of your hands were full of large bags, and the driver had to help you with carrying the remaining ones inside. You dropped the bags down on the floor, and the loud clatter made Michael twist his back from the dinner table. Looking in your general direction.
âBaby? Is that you makinâ all that noise?â Michael shouted with a bothered hum from the kitchen, his voice echoing all the way into the living room where you stood. You slipped a twenty-dollar tip to the driver, letting him skip his merry ass out the front door, disappearing down the lengthy driveway. You were standing in the middle of an expensive âgardenâ of bags. All of these brands consisted of Coach, Fendi, Gucci, and some other brands that you couldnât even pronounce the name of. Michael wandered his way to the grand living room, standing there in front of you. His eyes skimmed over all of the bags while he shook his head, displeased at the sight.
âI know you didnât... Baby. You know you donât need all this stuff.â He spoke to you gently, almost as if he were gentle parenting you. His voice was not tense, still maintaining his soft demeanor even while he was feeling rightfully agitated with your shopping habits.
âIâm sorry, Mikey⊠But you know when I get with my girls, we just canât stop our flow. And baby, I promise most of these things were on sale. Imma smart shopper, you know that.â You reached out your hand that held Michaelâs black Amex card, attempting to give it back. He shook his head at your statement and swiped that card back from you, swiftly pushing it into his back pocket.
âBut, baby. Thatâs not the point. I better see you wear all of this. AND more than once, you hear?â His soft nature wavered a bit; a little crack in his voice was audible. He cleared his throat just a bit, noticing the veins protruding from the side. You gave Michael a nod and turned your head away in shame, just staring at all those bags. He started to make his way closer to you, pushing the bags aside with the tip of his loafer shoe.Â
âMichael, I promise I can make it up to you⊠I did something crazyâŠâ You whispered against Michaelâs neck as he came in closer to you, craning your head up to rest it on his shoulder as he embraced you.
âYou always doinâ somethinâ crazy. Whatâd you do this time?â He teased and chuckled heartily against your cheek, planting gentle, fluttering kisses against the side of your face. You laughed along with him, throwing your head back. It was hilarious because it was true.Â
âFollow me upstairs and come find out, Michael.â A sultry whisper against his ear made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Feeling your juicy bottom lip brush against the shell of his ear caused him to bite his lip. You gently pulled away from his embrace, gradually letting go of his hand. He kept his grasp on yours until you practically had to pull him off. You swayed your hips up the stairs, allowing him to enjoy the show. Those thick hips rocking from side to side had him reminiscing already. He walked a few steps behind you, digging his hands in his pockets, still biting that lip of his.
âYou know what you do to me. Movinâ them hips like thatâŠâ You chuckled and just kept on walking. He made sure to sneakily grab his cup full of ice. It was previously full of ice AND water, but that hot sauce he had with his chicken made him down the last little gulp he had prior. Your hand reached behind your back to hold onto his, and he did just that, using his free hand to grasp your own. The walk to your shared bedroom felt long and slow, just needing to be skin-to-skin with each other, quickly. Once you and Michael finally made it upstairs to the bedroom, you playfully pushed Michael down on your shared California King bed with his grand wooden headboard that he had custom-made for the room. Michael still had the ice-cold glass of ice gripped in his palm, almost dropping it from your force.
âHey! Take it easy, sweetness. Iâm not goinâ nowhere. I can promise you that. Câmere.â
âAh, ah, ah. Not yet. I gotta get dressed for the occasion. Just gonna slip into somethinâ more comfortable, Michael. Iâll be back.â
âTake as much time as you need, Angel.â He said breathlessly as he watched you rock your hips all the way back into the large connecting bathroom. You were inside, slipping yourself into a brand new lace, see-through Victoriaâs Secret neglegĂš. It was incredibly flattering on your body, showcasing that shapely figure that had Michael crumbling every time. You also rolled on some of the Arabian perfume oil that Michael had bought you while he was overseas. The smell of Saffron against your body heat was immaculate for him. It made him absolutely devour you.Â
Once you exited the bathroom, Michael was lying on the bed with his popped collar. His leg was propped up, and his chest was on full display to you, exhibiting how quickly his breathing got when he laid eyes on you. His mouth opened in shock, already feeling that familiar throbbing between his legs.Â
âOh boy⊠You look absolutely-..â
âMichael, close your eyes for me, baby. Iâm gonna get closer to you. Show you the surprise Iâve been tellinâ you about..â You cut him off, not wanting to see you up close just yet.
âO-Okay..â Michael would scoot up a bit closer so that he was sitting right on the edge of the bed. His eyes fluttered shut, and you ambled slowly to his space, the smell of your oils invading his nose.
âMm-⊠Youâre wearing that oil I got you. Come closer.. I wanna smell it on your skin, sweetness.â Michael muttered softly, shifting a bit in his spot. His feet couldn't stay still, tapping his loafer against the finished wood floors. Your hand connected with his own, intertwining your fingers with his long, elegant ones. Your hand sauntered down his wrists, making his hands palm your own breasts.Â
âYou feel anything different, Michael? Anything hard?â You probed. Michaelâs hands instinctively started to squeeze your full breasts, his large thumb circling over your erect nipples.
âMhm-⊠your nipples are really hard, baby. Or is it just chilly in here? Yâknow you can tell me. I can just turn down the air conditioning.â Michael stated as he kept rolling that focused thumb across your protruding breasts.Â
âIâm not wearing a braâŠâ You whispered to him, slowly straddling his lap. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel the weight of you, your warmth invading his chest. His hands never left your chest, still trying to figure it out.Â
âYouâre not? Hmph. Well, Baby, Iâm outta ideas. Tell me what Iâm feelinâ. Michael pouted as his fingers started to pinch at your metal bars, licking his lips. You could feel his bulge getting hotter underneath your crotch, and his heart rate was accelerating. His hips absentmindedly start rolling against your bottom, needing your touch.
âOpen your eyes, Michael.âÂ
Michael's eyes opened slowly, looking down at how your juicy breasts rested in your slip. His breath hitched as he admired the way the lace would lay against your flesh. You looked so feminine, so sexy. You radiated a certain energy that he couldnât help but want to not only to tame, but to work alongside. Be your guide in reaching your deepest desires.
He couldnât help but to notice those little silver bars embedded in your skin. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, seeing them peek out from the lace fabric. He gently started to hike up your slip, wrapping his fingers around the hem.Â
âCan I-.. Can I see?â He peeked up at you from underneath his eyelashes, asking you bashfully if he could pull your slip up to see your pretty, suckable titties. Any excuse to see your breasts was an excellent one. He was already getting excited, sliding those hands of his up your sides. His warm palms started teasing at the hem of your slip, waiting for your consent. As he was waiting, he shifted his hips a bit in his seat, feeling an emerging hard-on growing between his legs. He couldnât sit still. Not until he got the chance to see your new breasts.
âThat depends. You still mad at me?â You teasingly asked, leaning in closer to his body. Your hands found themselves trailing over his chest, feeling his deep breathing against your palms. Your hand pressed forward to caress his bare chest, feeling the thin hairs rising from your own delicate touch.Â
âN-No!â Michael exclaimed, sounding a little too eager by accident to respond to your question. Just tryinâ to get on your good side at this point. âNo, I mean-âŠI canât stay mad at you, baby. Yâknow that. Now, can I please see âem?âÂ
You gave Michael a gentle nod, a silent sign of consent, allowing him to slowly hike your slip up. Just enough so that he could see your full breasts on display. He never got tired of them. ever. Once your lace slip was no longer hiding those breasts, his eyes went wide, seeing the silver bar penetrating through your suckable nipples. He absentmindedly licked his lips and pouted his lips, already leaning in to suck them. Instead, he stopped himself and reached his index finger out to feel over the cool silver metal.
âMm⊠wh-⊠What are these? What do you call these?â Michael curiously quizzed you, removing his hands from your breasts. He didnât want to hurt you, so he just stared. His head tilted cautiously. Something about them, though, seeinâ them on you. It turned him on a tad bit more.
âTheyâre nipple piercings. It's just a little metal bar they poked into my skin, making my nipples look more pronounced. You like âem, baby?â You playfully shook your chest at him, making his pupils follow every bounce and shake you dealt to him.
âI-⊠I think so⊠Not if they hurt you though⊠D-Did they hurt you, gettinâ âem done?â He asked seriously, wanting to know if you were in any kinda pain while going through this⊠sexy transformation.
âWell-⊠you know me, baby. I like a little pain every now and then. It didnât hurt too bad.â You remarked to him softly, giving Michael a seductive grin.Â
âThey are very sexy on you. I wasnât expectinâ to like âem as much as I do. They make me really⊠um⊠riled up. Iâm so luckyâŠâ Michael muttered softly to you, his eyes left your chest rarely, if only to stare in your pretty eyes. Your head craned down to his neck, leaning in to give him gentle kisses against his skin. Michaelâs eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of those soft and juicy lips flat against his skin. You gently extended your tongue past your lips, lapping at his flesh with the tip of it. Michaelâs lips released an intimate gasp at your sudden display of affection. As you leaned in, though, he could smell the strong scent of alcohol heavily dancing on your breath.
âMm-⊠and how much have you had to drink, baby? I can smell the liquor on your breath,â Michael questioned, leaning in closer to your kisses, not wanting to be ripped away from you. He always made sure to add a bit of sass with his way of interrogating you. His hands palmed the bottoms of your juicy chest, causing another groan to be released from his lips.
âI only had three, Michael. I promise.â You whispered against his neck. Your lower lip dragged against his earlobe, making goosebumps gradually grow against his flesh.
âYou promise?âÂ
âI do. I swear, baby. But-⊠I need something from you.â
âAnything. Iâll get it done.â He whispered back to you, still caressing the lower part of your breasts. His hands would occasionally wander down your sides again, massaging them gently. Your lips parted, allowing a soft whine to escape them.
âMy titties are a little sore, Michael. You wanna give me some help with them?â You slowly pulled away from Michaelâs neck after laying fluttering kisses against his skin. He wanted to return the favor. His head slunk down into your neck, inhaling your scent he so wanted to suck in. His eyes rolled back upon taking in that Saffron that paired perfectly with your natural aroma.Â
âI-.. Iâd love to, baby. âCourse Iâll help you⊠Can I suck on âem, mama? Theyâre callinâ my name...â His voice lowly rumbled against your neck, beginning to pull away from your skin.Â
âYes, Michael⊠P-Please..â You purred, whispered against him. You were so close; your lips brushed against his own. He beckoned to you with his index finger, a signal for you to get closer and trade places with him. Once you got closer, he yanked you down to his level, pulling you to lie on his spot on the bed. When you finally got comfortable, he got down to get on top of you, straddling his legs on either side of your frame. His knees rested on either side of your waist as he craned his head down to plant gentle kisses against your tender nipples. You hissed at the sensation, shutting your eyes swiftly.Â
âI know, baby. Itâs okay⊠I got you..âMichael hummed against your skin, feeling you start to get a bit of discomfort from his touch. He wanted to make it feel better, just like you asked. He reached out to the nightstand next to the bed, drawing the glass of ice up to his lips, sucking an ice cube between them. He allowed the ice cube to swish around his warm mouth, getting it chilled for you. Once he felt it was cold enough, he kept the ice cube in his mouth, slowly extending his tongue out. His thick pink muscle landed on your aching nipples, making you emit a deep whimper in relief. Your head nodded as an affirmation that you needed this, desperately. His lips wrapped themselves around your left nipple first, carefully swirling his tongue around the metal bar that was embedded in your skin. You could feel a moan escaping from between his lips, sending vibrations through your body.Â
âAh-⊠Mi-.. MichaelâŠâ A high-pitched whimper escaped the back of your throat. He gave you a slow nod upon hearing your voice. An indicator that he heard you, but he couldnât speak right now. His mouth was too busy with helping that nagging pain you brought to his attention. He kept swishing that icy tongue along your erect buds, groaning at your taste. His tongue traced along your chest, going towards your right nipple, allowing the icy sensation to be felt all over at this point. His tongue kept moving in deliberate circles around the piercing bar, cooling your blistering hot nipple on the right. When Michael kept you distracted with the calculated movements of his tongue, he pushed at your tight panties trying to get them off your hips, having some trouble.Â
âLift those cute hips up for me⊠Câmon. Donât keep me waitinâ, princess.â
You did exactly as he told you, lifting your hips so that he could slide those panties off. He chuckled against your breasts, muttering softly against your skin.
âGood. Good girl. Jusâ relax.â His hand pushed itself between your legs, spreading your legs with ease, using his knee, wanting to feel over your wetness, see if you were ready for him. You had him waiting around for hours on you; he needed to prove to you how much he needed you here on time.
âYou want me as much as I want you, Angel?â The ice cube in Michaelâs mouth finally melted all the way down, but his mouth stayed cold all the same. His mouth stayed wrapped around your left nipple, drawing your bud deeply between his lips. When he probed that question to you, you moaned deeply into the air. Feeling your back arching forward, wanting to feel his entire mouth more deeply against you.
âYes, Michael. âCourse I do, baby..â
âThen get here on time next time⊠Donât keep me waitinâ⊠Missed ya.â He muttered against your skin. His hand carefully rubbed at your cunt, feeling you get stickier from his gestures. His fingertips were completely soaked with your cream while he caressed your throbbing clit.Â
âGah-⊠y-yes MichaelâŠâ you purred lowly to him. Feeling so dazed, you could feel a line of drool escaping the side of your mouth. He was doing so well⊠you couldnât help it. You lazily kicked your panties off your ankles, feelinâ the material pool around your toes. At this point, you needed him deep inside you, touching your very soul. You knew he could get that deep. Only he could.
He drew his fingers back from between your legs, needing to glance at your wetness for him. He analyzed his fingers, spreading his fingers apart to stare at the web of your sexy wetness that connected between his fingers.
âWhatâs this, hm?â Michael teasingly asked, fluttering his slender fingers between you two. He chuckled deeply at your reaction, showing that beautiful, wide smile of his. âYou got some nerve beinâ so wet for me. Only good girls get help with that. You think I Should I help you?â
âYes, please. Please. Iâll be good⊠sâ good. God, MichaelâŠâ You hummed to him; desperation finally took over. You were completely undone.
âSpread your legs.â Michael asserted, nodding his head up at you, waiting for you to follow his request. His hand rested on your thighs, gently positioning himself right in between your legs. Michael fidgeted at his belt; the sound of the metal buckle filled the room. He yanked off his belt, pulling it off and throwing it down on the wood floor next to the bed. His pants easily slipped down after he removed his belt, pushing his briefs down to his own thighs, easing himself down to your level. You already had your legs spread for him, wrapping them around his waist. Michael held his base firm in his grasp, rubbing his tip around your aching hole, allowing you to feel every ridge of his round tip. Your head tilted back in anticipation, ready to feel him fill you all the way up.
âYouâre so slickâŠ. So wet⊠You look so beautiful from up here, yâknow that?â
He slowly slid his way deep inside your hole, groaning at the way you feel, gripping him tightly around his shaft. There was a bit of resistance, but your pussy opened up fairly quickly. She needed this bad. Needed him more importantly. He breathed sharply through his teeth, giving you soft and rhythmic thrusts, making the bed creak rather roughly. His eye contact never wavered, not wanting to miss your face for anything. He could feel you holding your breath, not letting out those adorable moans he so loved. Your head slunk down, trying to hide your gaze from him. Michael reached his hand down to your lower jaw, pulling your head to sit in its neutral position, making sure you were looking at him.
âHey, look at me. Breathe, angel. Breathe. Itâs just us⊠That feel good, huh?â Michael nodded at you, making sure you would nod back. Once you did, he pulled all the way out of your sopping wet pussy, before slowly forcing himself back in. A gentle âpopâ could be heard each time he entered you and pulled himself back out. Showcasing how wet and needy your cunt was.Â
âOoh⊠Michael⊠yes⊠f-fuu-..â You whimpered out to him, hooking your ankles tightly together around his back. He took that as a hint to stop pulling all the way out, but instead to stay deep and thrust with a little more force. You could feel him right in your stomach; a light groan released from you.Â
âYou feel me deep inside, donât you, baby? Tell me where. Hurry.â Michael uttered breathlessly, pumping his hot cock even deeper. The way she held onto him made his eyes cross. Sweat started to appear on his forehead, causing him to reach up with his arm and swipe at it.
âRight there, Mikey.. I feel it right.. h-here..â You whimpered, pointing towards your stomach. Your index finger pressed gently against the intoxicating pressure you felt.
âRight here, baby? Yeah? You sound so cute-⊠give it to me.â Michael chuckled as he listened to your love-drunk voice, how it got so high-pitched when he dug into you.Â
Your own mouth opened in shock because you could still feel him growing, his shaft swelling up in girth. He nodded at you, figuring you could feel it. His growing love for you. He started to thrust with a bit more effort, placing his hands on your thighs, gently lifting your legs up a bit so he could get even deeper. He held both of your ankles up with only one of his large hands, slamming his hips right up into your pussy.Â
Your feet were now leveled with Michaelâs face, and he didnât mind. He loved looking at your pedicured toes. His hand descended lower on your ankle, massaging the sole of your right foot. The sound of your skin was blaring against each otherâs skin. Beginning  to fill the room, low groans escaped from Michaels pouted lips. Those thrusts of his started to get more sloppy, less deliberate.
While Michael was looking down at you, he couldnât help but stare at those breasts jumpinâ for him. Up and down, his eyes followed. Your pierced nipples were hypnotizing. His free hand angled itself down to gently squeeze the sides of your left juicy breast, loving the feeling of his palms being enveloped by your flesh.
The slapping sound grew louder, but his rhythm didnât change a bit. Michael threw his head back, giving you one last thrust, which served as a warning. He was close to making a mess all over you.
âIâm about to-⊠God, baby take itâŠâ
He pulled himself out of your warm and intoxicating pussy, stroking himself slowly with his sizable hand, allowing his warm white cum to cover your stomach and lower abdomen with his icing. A long, stretched-out whimper escaped his mouth as he came all over you. Shivers coursed through his spine, and goosebumps covered every inch of his body.Â
â âM sorry. You feel so damn good. Couldnât help myself-âŠâ He mumbled lowly, but he still wasnât done finished with you. His hand reached for the ice-filled glass one last time, pulling it off of the nightstand where he had laid it. He threw his head back again, allowing an ice cube to slip past his lips once more, cooling down his hot mouth. Once his mouth was near freezing, he leaned his head down, lapping at your tender nipple bars once again. Michaelâs hand pushed itself down your slick body, using his ring and middle finger to rub your puffy pussy steadily, keeping a tight circle against the area above your pretty clit. He moaned against your erect nipples, sending those familiar vibrations through your body again, soothing your fresh piercings.Â
âGive me that cum, lovebug. You gonna give it to me?â
âYes, Michael⊠God, yes⊠yes⊠just don't stopâŠâ
Michael kept a steady rhythm against your pussy, not getting faster. You seemed to be responding perfectly to this touch, so he kept going. Your back arched against his touch, being hypnotized by that sticky noise that was popping in between your legs. The sound of Michael's cool tongue lapping against your tits echoed in the room as well; it was so overstimulating. You spread your legs wide, rolling your hips against his touch, finally releasing your hot cum all over his fingers.
âMi-⊠Oh⊠Michael.. Iâm there! Baby! Iâm-âŠâ You were cut off by your own desperate whimpers, alluding to your intense orgasm. He slowed the deliberate strokes of his fingers, gently drawing them back from between your legs. He examined the wetness between his fingers and looked you deep in the eye as he extended his tongue, swirling it around his fingers, moaning at your sweet taste. His eyes fluttered shut, focusing on your taste.Â
âMm-.. I canât get over how sweet you taste. Can-.. Can I give you some, Angel?â
âS-Sure, Michael..â You hummed sensually and leaned up closer to him. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, leaning down to your face. His mouth connected with your own, allowing you to taste your essence against his lips and tongue. Michaelâs tongue swirled around your own, and he still hasnât stopped moaning yet. Neither did you. His hand found itself cupping your lower jaw, tilting your head so he could make the kiss even deeper. His big hands cover the entirety of your lower face. Your tongue forced itself inside his tongue, yearning to taste his saliva. Slowly, Michael pulled away from you, getting a full look at your filthy image.
âMm⊠Such a perfect picture. You and them little piercings you got. Donât come home late again, sweetness. Or I wonât take it easy on you next timeâŠâ
âFine⊠Iâll see what I can do.â You teased him, beginning to rise and sit up on your elbows. Michael chuckled at your teasing as he plopped down on the spot that was empty right up next to you. He propped himself up with his elbow, staring deeply at your curvaceous frame, those Bambi eyes glued on your titties.
âIâm growinâ real fond of those piercinâs. So sexy⊠God. I love you⊠so much. You spoil me, gorgeous.â Michael reached over to you, pressing his lips against your cheek. His warm breath hit you, warming you up because of those ice-cold nipples.Â
-Summary: You were invited to Michaelâs album release pool party for âOff The Wall.â Jackie gets too drunk to hang with you and Michael finally has you to himself. You find michael in a state of desperation in the pool house and he makes good use of your alone time together.<3
-Content: 18+, pervy Michael, dirty talk, sexual content, Michael eating you so mf goodddd, cheating, cuck scenario from Jackie, and probably more. Feel free to remind me.
-Authorâs note: Let me know if I should make a part three with you, Mike, AND Jackie. Youâd all look so good together imođ
anddd requests are still open!)
Timeline- August 11th, 1979
Red- Latoya
Blue- Jackie
Pink- You
Purple- Michael
It was a hot summer day in Encino. August 11th, 1979. You and Jackie were so close to finally getting to that last base, but there was a little interruption. Michael. The way Jackie was so delicate with you that night, the way his deep voice sounded so focused on you and your pleasure, cemented the idea that today was the day you decided you and Jackie were going to go all the way. You and Latoya were still very good friends, all the way from elementary school. She invited you to a pool party to celebrate Michaelâs album release for âOff The Wall.â You had heard some of the songs, and loved every one of them, even buying the vinyl the day it came out. Although you kept all of this a secret from Jackie. You thought you had to.
You carefully packed for this little rendezvous planned with Jackie, thoroughly. The night before the party, you and Latoya had done your nails, painting yours a seductive red that looked eye-catching with your skin tone. You also bought a foxy, cheetah-print string bikini that held up your full, perky breasts, and a thong that showed off your perfect, round ass. Tight and plump like a peach. You shaved completely everywhere, except leaving a landing strip on your soft and smooth mound. Your legs appeared as if they were dipped in honey. Slick and smooth with a shea butter lotion after you hopped out of the shower.
You smelled of a sultry scent, a spritz of your warm vanilla perfume. The intoxicating aroma trailed behind you as you strolled down your driveway to the Jacksonâs family driver. Once you made it to the Jacksonsâ house, there were not as many people there as you assumed there would be. They still managed to maintain a sense of privacy even upon the release of Michaelâs very successful album. It seemed to be exclusively friends and family. They had his album playing in the background, and as you arrived, âDonât Stop Til You Get Enoughâ was playing over the speakers. Latoya was standing in front of the gate, waiting for you, squealing when she saw you exit the driverâs car. She pulled you in for a tight hug, gushing over you.
âGirl, you look so good! Jackie is going to love this look. The rest of the family is inside in front of the pool. Come on in! Come on in!â
She giggled as she skipped inside with you, her hand holding yours. Once inside the gates, all of the boys picked their heads up from their game of spades to say their halfhearted hellos. Jackie stood up smoothly with a clear glass full of whiskey in his hand, greeting you personally. He was wearing his black swimming trunks and shades that hid his eyes from tracing your body.
His frame was rippling with muscles, in the best shape of his life, one could say. His pectorals would twitch and bounce with each step, especially as he hugged you closely. You could tell he had a couple of drinks before this one; his breath was thick with the strong whiskey. Michael looked up at you as well; his gaze held a little longer than the other boysâ.
The longer he looked, the more he focused those big eyes on those thick thighs, that round ass, and most of all, your beautiful face. He was so entranced, he didnât bother to say hello; he didnât say anything. His body said it all, feeling his guard go up after seeing how Jackie was interacting with you. He definitely didnât like it. He had the pinging urge to make you his. But how?
Jackie wrapped his arm around you, feeling over your waist, hugging every curve. His hand slowly saunters down towards your ass, his large and demanding hand, cupping it rather roughly. All while he leans in to give you a slow, sensual kiss on the lips in front of the other boys. Marlon, Tito, Jermaine, and Randy all chanting, âJackie! Jackie! Jackie!â as if they were cheering on their favorite sports team. All of them, but Michael. Michael sat there and looked up from his novel about the Wizard of Oz, scanning you two as a couple. After Jackie was finished making out with you passionately, he made sure to make eye contact with Michael. Reminding him of who you belonged to. Michaelâs jaw tensed, showcasing that strong jawline of his, his acne nearly gone.
The party proceeds as normal, with you talking about your relationship with Jackie, other boys at school, and the adult parties Latoya has been to since Michaelâs success. All while Jackie continues to drink heavily and pour himself shots of whiskey, not really paying you too much mind since you had your girl talk. Jermaine started to notice Jackie beginning to nod off from his drunken stupor, slurring his words when he spoke to his brothers. Jermaine announces that Jackie has had enough and suggests that he go inside to rest.
âMama! You gonna let âmaine kick me out like that? You gonna come inside with me?â
He spoke to you rather roughly, something you did not like. It turned you off, and you shook your head at Jackieâs request to follow you. âHe was just going to fall asleep on you anyway,â You thought to yourself. So, you nodded in agreement with Jermaine.
âHeâs right, Jackie. Just go up to your room; Iâll be up there in a bit, okay? Iâm enjoyinâ myself. Just try and sober up âfore I get up there.â
âIâd better see your foxy self up there, mama. Iâll come down and get you if you donât, you dig me?â He said with a joking smirk.
You just rolled your eyes and nodded to him as Jermaine walked him up the stairs into the mansion. Michael and Marlon also seemed to be displeased with Jackieâs behavior. Looking at each other from the corner of each otherâs eyes. Marlon stood up from his lounge chair and walked towards the pool, yelling out âMarco Polo!â
You were, of course happy to play, standing up and stretching out your body. Trying to get the slight crick out of your neck, Michael stood up next to you. Just needing an excuse to be near you.
âI-.. I could play too. Iâm really good. Iâll bet I could catch you in ten seconds flat, beautiful.â
âOh yeah? Weâll just see about that, Mikey.â
This was an innocent nickname to you, although he could feel his heart accelerate a little faster at this innocent nickname. Even more so when he stared, watching you walk away. The way your hips swayed made every step from you result in another jiggle or ripple arising on your perfect bottom. Michael shyly tugged at his shorts, pulling at them a bit to make room for his pulsing cock.
âOh god, give me strength.â
Michael whispered under his breath as he yanked at his shorts, sneakily staring at your gorgeous backside. As you walked to the water, you could hear Michael utter something under his breath, making you twist around to ask him to repeat it.
âYou say something, Mikey?â
âN-No, I didnât say nothinââ
Once you finally reached the water, getting acclimated to the rules, Michael started the game off. He was nominated to go first, since he was the reason you all were gathered here today.
âMarco!â
He said with a large smile plastered on his face as he stumbled and tripped at times under the water, listening to all of the different voices calling out.
âPolo!â
You all responded in unison. He knew he was listening for your voice the most, though, following you closely. You had to hand it to him, he was pretty good at the game. Or maybe just good at listening for you. Just as soon as he finally caught up to you, he reached his hand out to touch you, sensing he was close to you. That vanilla scent of yours grew stronger and stronger inside his nostrils. The scent only enticed him to get closer, anticipating the warmth of your body right in front of his.
You could feel his large and slender fingertips land right on top of your chest. His elegant fingers rested right on top of your cheetah print fabric, gently cupping your full breast. Suddenly, his smile wavered and dropped. Still, he didnât open his eyes, circling his thumb around your erect nipple. That feeling sealed it for him. He didnât want to believe what he was touching, but he had to.
Once he opened his eyes, they went wide, wider than usual. The poor thing looked like a deer in headlights, but he still didnât seem to want to pull away.
Suddenly, he yanked his palm away from your breast, feeling his head reeling, more dangerously, feeling his length grow even larger in his black swimming trunks. He had to get out of this water, or else you would possibly brush up against him and feel what had been growing for you for so long.
âI-Iâm so sorry. Iâm so embarrassed. Oh gee... I-⊠I have to go...You all just keep playing without me, alright? Iâll be right back, promise.â
He beamed a wide smile at you, obviously a nervous one, as he chuckled in his usual high-pitched melodious tone. He stuttered and slipped up his words; it sounded so adorable.
You didnât even get the chance to explain to him that it wasnât a big deal. He immediately thought he ruined the entire game because of his slip-up.
You decided to give him a bit of space to run into the pool house and settle down from this small incident. Although you couldnât help but feel the need to follow.
You all went back to playing for at least five more minutes, and Michael still hadnât come out yet. You decided that enough was enough. You needed to go and comfort him. So, you lifted yourself out of the water, body dripping wet, bikini sticking to your skin, clinging to the curves on your hips. You began wandering towards the pool house that was just on the other side of the yard and planted a firm knock on the door, waiting for Michael to answer you, but no response.
âMikey? You in there?â
You peeked into the peephole in the door, but not a thing could be seen. So, very slowly, you pushed against the door, and it gave way. Michael was inside, standing in the middle of the room, stroking his long, girthy cock before you. His soft, high-pitched whimpers filled the pool house, along with the lewd and sloppy noises of both of his large hands moving up and down his rock-hard dick. Sweat began to collect on his forehead, his curls sticking to his sweat-coated head. He must have misjudged how incredibly pent up he was from working in the studio day and night. Your seductive voice, your gorgeous body, and his impure thoughts got the very best of him. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, thinking about having the pleasure of digging deep into your intoxicating hole. His bottom lip disappeared under his top row of teeth, biting down so hard, it could draw blood.
You could tell his dick was heavy, hearing it slap against his slick and flat stomach each time he let it go from his grasp. Once he opened his eyes and picked up his head to face you, he didnât stop. If anything, he just stared at you. His desire for you finally bubbled over. Michael continued satisfying himself, using your body for reference this time, just staring.
His thick tip was polished with his own pre-cum, and began dripping down on the floor beneath his feet. Flashing a half-innocent smirk at you. He thrusted his hips into his hands, showing you what you could have at any time if you just said the word. His large doe eyes never left your gorgeous brown irises.
âYou⊠You found me-⊠You enjoyinâ the show? Mm⊠Seeinâ you and Jackie like thatâŠâ
He sucked air through his teeth as he began to thrust into his palms, peeking up at you from under his lashes. You could feel your mouth practically going dry, just shocked at the sheer length of this scrawny boy from Gary, Indiana.
âIâm not as experienced as Jackie, but⊠I can learn⊠I can make you feel better than Jackie⊠Any man⊠Whatâs he been doing for you? I bet-âŠâ
âMe and Jackie havenât had sex, Michael⊠not yet⊠truth is⊠Iâm not that experienced either.â
You cut him off, holding your hand up as a sign for him to stop talking and let you finish for once. You were closing the space in between you two, feeling the heat of his body as you got closer. He was obviously trying to act like such a hot shot that he didnât take into consideration that you, as well, were inexperienced.
âWell⊠I thought if he got a gorgeous girl like youâŠHe must be doing something right⊠I guess Iâm just jealous. You must think Iâm a schmuck, huh?â
Suddenly, you began to close the space between you two. The closer you got to Michael, the more you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His cock twitched in your direction as he beckoned for you to come closer with his index finger. He made sure to keep that boyish smile for you as he watched his temptress get closer and closer to him.
âI donât think youâre a schmuck at all, Michael. If anything⊠Yâknow I do want you too.
Youâre so much different than Jackie. A good differentâŠ
I-⊠please make me feel good. Show me how much better you are than Jackie, Mikey.â
âJust watch me. Iâll show you, dollface... You sound sâ pretty when you ask me like that. Câmere.â
You did exactly as he said, inching closer and closer to Michael as he beckoned for you. You allowed the tension to build as the inches turned into centimeters, and the centimeters turned into no space at all. Michael traced his elegant fingertips across your jaw, staring deeply into your gorgeous eyes. He groaned, feeling his cock twitch from just looking at you, really seeing you. His breath caught within his chest, leaning gently into your lips, allowing his breath to linger over your lips as he spoke.
âYouâre just beautiful. Iâm hard just lookinâ atcha.. Can I kiss you? I want them lips on mine sâ bad, princess.â
âOf course you can, baby. Please, Mikey, kiss meâŠâ
Your voice broke, sounding almost pathetic as you desperately called out for Mike to kiss you. You knew what this kiss would lead to. The both of you stated what you wanted from each other, or, rather, your bodies did it for you. Michael crashed his lips against yours, holding your jaw in his sizeable hand. He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you both toppled over to the cot in the poolhouse, falling right on top of him.
You must have lost your footing as both of you became distracted, engrossed in each otherâs sweet taste.
Michael chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of you finally on top of his lean and wet body. His slick tongue trailed against yours, just needing to exchange as much saliva with you as he could, needing you to taste all of him. Michaelâs hand wrapped around your throat as he swirled his wet and hot tongue around yours, lightly squeezing the sides of your delicate neck. He loved how delicate you looked; it only made him want to get you all the more dirty for him.
âI wanna taste you, lemme get a taste aâ you, pretty baby. Your lips taste so sweet⊠I can only imagine that kittyâŠâ
That sentence he uttered in your ear made you blurt out a chuckle. A hearty one at that. You would never have assumed Michael had the ability to speak this way. He smiled at your adorable laugh, flashing you that adorable boyish grin. He didnât care about making a fool of himself at this point; he just loved making you laugh. Listening to you laugh made him melt. He was at your mercy.
âJust need you to fuck me, Mike.
CâmonâŠsheâs ready for yaâŠâ
âAnd Iâm ready for her⊠Lemme prove to you how ready I am⊠lemme try somethinâ⊠make her feel goodâŠâ
You slowly rolled your back down onto the cot as Michael gently pushed you down by your stomach. As you did this, he gently raised your legs so they would easily wrap around the sides of his head, resting on his shoulders. He loved feeling those thick, warm thighs against his ears, feeling you tense up as he teased you. Michael started by seeing how you would react to him, running his fingers up and down against your bikini bottoms, noticing the damp, needy spot around your hole. You were leaking that honey he wanted to taste so damn bad. He circled his tongue around the wet spot of your crotch, allowing you to feel his wet muscle against the thin fabric, his breath felt warm and welcoming. Your own whines filled the room, anticipation creeping out throughout your body. As your breathing slowed, you prepared yourself to feel Mikeyâs warm fingers pressing against your skin. He slowly hooked his fingers around the sides of the bikini bottoms, finally pushing them to the side, and finally laying his eyes on your beautiful, leaky pussy up close and personal.
âSheâs so pretty⊠You were gonna let Jackie have this pretty kitty? He donât deserve it. Use my tongue, mama⊠Itâs yours⊠Iâll worship her⊠just watch me.â
He couldnât help himself but to plant a soft kiss against your pretty pussy, the hungry kisses were masked by his inhales, just taking in your sweet scent. His nose circled around your clit as he began planting soft kisses against your hole, all while his hands reached up between your thighs just to slowly yank that cheetah print bra down, exposing your full breasts.
His thumb once again circled around your right nipple. Needing to present his love towards your warm and full breasts. He wanted you to feel him all over that perfect body of yours. The very body that had him whining and calling out to God just from witnessing it from afar.
You gripped the back of Michaelâs head, fingers twisting around the coils in his afro. Suddenly, you spread your legs, allowing Michael more access. You mustâve wanted this man so bad, you gripped the back of his head, yanking him closer to your pussy, needing his tongue fucking your slippery hole. You felt yourself stick out the tip of your tongue, subconsciously, lost in how youâd like him to move his thick tongue against your flower.
He could tell you were getting antsy, so he obliged. Sticking out his tongue, moving his wet pink muscle up towards your deliciously sweet clit. He puckered his lips against your adorable button, sucking and producing saliva to get you even more slick. Gripping onto his coils tighter, you began arching your back against his lips, needing to grind against them.
The wetness between your legs began to run down his chin and jaw, pooling at the bottom of your ass as he lapped up your wetness. As he was doing this, he tried to stealthily grind his bulge against the cot, trying to satisfy or release any pressure from his cock. Your begs earlier for his dick suddenly started to mesh into his own inner thoughts. âJust slip it in. Itâll feel so fuckinâ good.â
But he had to keep tasting you, needed it. He wanted you to release that delicious cream all over his fucking mouth right now before he even thought about slipping his pretty mauve cock in that tight pussy.
He traced his long and skinny finger around your tight hole, gently adding pressure and slowly pushing them inside as he sucked that pulsing clit. He hummed a low melody against your pussy, adding rhythmic vibrations against it as he ate you. Moving his fingers to the rhythm of his hums. In and out. In and out. Slowly, so he could hear that sticky clicking noise he loved, it drove him up the wall. Because of how wet you got for just one finger, he added another, curling two fingers up inside you as he watched you squirm and gasp for air.
âThat kitty talkinâ taâ me⊠Whatchu think she wants, huh? Tell me in that pretty voice..â
âShe wants you⊠only you⊠give it to me⊠pleaseâ
âCum on these fingers first⊠Fuck yourself on my fingers⊠then let me lick you clean⊠Come on, pretty thing. I feel you at the edge⊠Youâre so close, dollface.â
These words from that soft voice made you whimper out loudly in the air. You arched your back and pushed Michaelâs head back in between your thighs. The signal for him to eat you like he hasnât before. Your legs shook as you started to ride out your orgasm on his pretty face, clutching those curls.
You needed to make such a mess on his face, and you felt proud about being able to give him the creamy dessert he wanted so badly. His fingers stayed consistent, not speeding up, but keeping a steady in and out stroke. He only went deeper, slamming his two fingers in and out. He curled them sharply, hitting that spot, feeling the pressure build. His groans grew louder as just watching you, made him leak pre-cum through his swimming trunks, right onto the cot.
âGod, baby. Take those fingers⊠ugh⊠You doing sâ goodâŠâ
Your breathing hitched as sweat started to run down your forehead, breasts, and down those scrumptious thighs. Michael switched his fingers, moving them to your clit, rubbing three of his finger tips around it in a tight circle. That thick tongue of his traced down your slit, finally being engulfed by your wet pussy hole, thrusting it in and out. He caressed your clit fast, then slow, allowing some variety in his technique.
âFuuuâŠck⊠Mike! Mike! Iâm there! Here it comes⊠take it allâŠâ
You groaned out loudly in the air as you arched your back into his ready mouth. He managed to collect all of that sweet honey on his tongue, moaning at the sweet taste of you. He pulled your ass cheeks closer, making you slide your entire body up to have that pussy suffocate him. He sucked you clean; the sound of him suctioning onto your clit rang so loud in your ears. At this point, the overstimulation was driving you crazy. You still had it in you to take that thick meat of his. Finally, you were clean, and he rose up from your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your mess. All ready to make you dirty again. Your chest heaved up and down as you watched him begin to crawl up on top of you, littering small kisses all over your skin. Beginning with your thighs, your stomach, and lastly your breasts. He made sure to cup one of them gently, circling his tongue around your nipple, watching it slowly erect as he sucked it between his lips. His lips finally found yours, gripping your throat as he made you taste yourself against his tongue, flicking it against yours. He truly did taste incredible, knowing that his tongue was deep inside your flower. He pulled away, leaning his head down to whisper deeply in your ear.
âUgh⊠you tasted so fuckinâ good. You ready? Iâm about to make you mine, darlinâ
You ready to be mine?â
You nodded slowly as Mike pushed his shorts down, cock springing out instantly. He was already slick with precum, needing no lubricant to enter inside you. Holding the base of his dick, tracing his tip against your clit and needy hole, ready to claim you as his in missionary, untilâŠ
âWhat the fuck?! Mike!â
Jackie was suddenly at the door, holding it open with his back, watching as his brother was climbing on top of his woman, Michaelâs neck covered in your red lipstick, jaw glistening with your cream, his trunks in the middle of the floor, along with your bikini top and bottom. He must have slipped through without you two noticing, since you were both in your own euphoria at the time.
âJackie! I can explain! This isnât what it looks likeâŠâ
But it was- donât kid yourself, dollface. Just as you were about to explain yourself, Jackie closed the door behind him, smelling the scent of you and Michael. The smell excited him. Jackie smirked, walked up to you, gently running his large and callused hand over your jawline as you stared up at him. He mustâve also been standing there a while, just watching you two in your moment. There seemed to be a large, prominent bulge very visible inside those black swimming trunks of his. He slowly stroked at it, biting his bottom lip as he stared at you. His eyes were low and stayed on you, groaning as he stroked himself off at this sight of your legs spread and ready to receive this package of his brother. A bewildered look was still plastered all over your face. He didnât seem mad, yet turned on seeing you like this, completely undone and needy for dick.
âYou better take it, mama. You wanted it so bad⊠show us how bad you want his dickâŠâ
