BACK IN TOWN. ( M.JACKSON )
synposis: an old fling ain't so old no moe.
old friends with benefits to lovers, (lil short srry!) uhh fuckboy michael? ( idk not rlly,)
warnings. smut, pussy eating n fucking
A light night call led to something more. A sweet kiss through the phone landed right between your legs instead.
Michael had only been back in town for a day when your phone rang late that evening. Hm, he was back and already was calling you. You wake up from your bed, turning over to face the phone. You stretch your arm out grabbing the phone, you let out a quiet sigh before answering.
"Hello, may I ask whos calling?" You say in your professional yet, tired voice.
“Hey,” Michael said as soon as you picked up, like he’d been waiting for you to answer. There was a small pause, then a low laugh. “How's my pretty baby?”
You sit up in your bed, "Well isn't this a surpise." Sarcasm found its way easy through your mouth. "What is it?"
“Ouch,” he said, dragging the word out like you’d actually offended him, though the smile was obvious in his voice. “That’s how you greet me? After all this time?”
“You called me, extremely late," you reminded him.
“Yeah, I did,” he replied easily, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. “I wanted to talk to you."
Your brows arched. “For what?”
"Because I miss talking to you. You're my girl.” he said, his voice lighter now. "You know that?"
You roll your eyes at that. "I'm your girl huh?" you gently pull up your night gown strap. “You always think you can get what you want,” you muttered under your breath.
A soft laugh came through the line. “You know that's not how I am. Especially to you”
“Come outside y/n,” he asks a little slow like it was the simplest thing in the world. You make a face before getting up from your bed. You step over some heels and shopping bags, walking over to your window. You lightly leaned against your window and peek out.
You spotted him leaning against his car, phone next to his ear, like he hadn't disappeared all those months ago. The sight alone was enough to make old feelings crawl back to the surface.
You hesitated, phone still pressed to your ear, staring at nothing in particular as if you were trying to talk yourself out of it. He didn’t rush you. He didn’t have to.
And even though you rolled your eyes, "I'll be down in a second," you were already moving toward the door.
You wanted to push back, to make it clear you weren’t that easy to pull around. You told yourself you had a say in this, that you could keep it casual, keep it controlled, keep it from slipping back into whatever it used to be between you two. But the moment he showed up, the moment you heard his voice on the phone, it made something in you start to soften.
You grabbed your robe, sliding it on. The flooring was cold against your slippers as you moved through the house, slow at first, like you were still debating whether you were actually doing this. But your feet didn’t stop.
There he stood outside, in a worn bomber jacket and jeans, hands tucked in his pockets like he had all the time in the world. Relaxed. Too relaxed for someone who had just pulled up unannounced like this.
“Hey,” he said, soft at first, like he was testing the air between you. And then, like nothing had ever changed at all, that familiar half-smile showed up again.
You rolled your eyes, already on edge "That ain't gonna happen tonight, I have work tomorrow" you told him.
"Is that right?" he asks you.
Michael let out a small hum, stepping a little closer like it was nothing. “You always workin’.”
“I got to,” you replied with a shrug. “And you should talk. When's the last time you actually spoke to me in person?”
Michael looked down for a second, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That's fair.”
You folded your arms, “Mhm.”
He looked up at you, his expression softening. “You know if you need anything, I'm here,” he said. “Just a phone call away.” The words were simple, but you needed to hear them. For all the time he'd spent gone, for all the things that had changed, it was nice to hear him say that.
You look down at your slippers before looking back to him, "So, what you here for?"
"Well,” he said, voice light, “I can’t stop by to make sure you get a good night’s rest?”
You shot him a look, “Since when do you do night checks on me?”
That made his smile widen just a little. “Since I've met you downtown, at the dinner. He replied. “You'd be tired every night.”
A smile threatened to creep onto your face, but you pushed it down. “Yeah, then you'd drive me home anyway.”
“Then you got busy.” The words slipped out before you could stop them. You shook your head a little. “Not that I blame you. You had shows, recordings, interviews… all kinds of stuff goin' on.”
Your face softened. “But I'm proud of you, Michael. I hope you know that," you look up at him.
Michael's eyes lightened at you. Before you could look away, he reached for you, gently pulling you a little closer. His hands slid down your arms in a slow unknowing motion, like he didn't even realize he was doing it. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at you.
“You don't know how much it means to hear you say that,” he said quietly. “Really.” His eyes lingered on yours for a moment. “Most people just see the shows and all that other stuff. They don't… they don't always see me.”
His hands hang onto yours, "I wish you'd come with me."
"But I can't right?" You look at him, somewhat saddened. You let out a small laugh afterward, like the words didn't bother you as much as they actually did. "Bad for business." Michael paused, quiet.
“You should probably get goin',” you said quietly, leaving his hands. Your voice sounded lighter than you felt. The truth was, you didn't want him to go. You'd spent all this time telling yourself you'd be fine if he came back, fine if he left again, fine if things never changed. But standing here with him now, hearing him say all the things you'd wanted to hear for months, you weren't feeling fine at all. You turned and started walking away, but the feeling followed you. That vulnerable feeling you'd been trying so hard to ignore, pacify even.
You looked back at him, you hated that you did. You hated how quickly he could do that to you. One conversation, one look, and suddenly his leaving felt important again. Like his presence carried more weight than it should. Like you'd never quite learned how to stop missing him.
His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles like it was something he didn’t even think about doing. “You know I care about you,” he said simply. “I don’t like leavin’ like that. But when I’m gone… I’m still thinkin’ about you.”
He said it like it was obvious. You swallowed a little, your expression softening before you could stop it.
“You act like I don’t care,” he said quietly. “That’s not true.”
"You care about a lot of women, Ms.Diana ring a bell?" you asks folding your arms.
Michael let out a breath through his nose, shaking his head like he was trying not to react too hard. “Oh, please,” he said, offended but still controlled. “That’s what this is about?”
“No,” you replied, stepping closer. “But God forbid I start talking to a guy, you’d have something to say.” You then glance down to his lil jacket and then back up at him, "Every time she's around you, she's got this look. Then y'all get on stage together and she's singin' all in your face," you scoffed quietly.
"You think just ’cause you’re back in town things are gonna be different?” you asked, lightly flicking the edge of his jacket.
Michael looked down at your hand for a second, then back up at you, for a long moment. “First off, she’s nothin',” he said quietly. “So get that outta your head right now.”
"Yeah well doesn't seem like it."
“Well, I'm tellin' you it isn't,” he said simply. “Believe me or don't, but I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you.”
“You make it sound like I’m just passin’ through,” he said quietly. “That’s not how I want you to feel.”
The words settled between you. For once, neither of you had something to say. You both just listened to each other, taking it in. You looked away, your eyes drifting toward the street beyond him. The neighborhood was quiet now. A few porch lights glowed in the distance, and somewhere down the block a dog barked before everything fell still again.
You folded your arms tighter around yourself. “I just wanna see you more often,” you admitted. “That’s all." You shrug like it was nothing, but in reality you was holding back small tears.
You let out a small sigh and glanced toward the door. “You know what? Just come in for a second,” you said.
Michael looked at you for a moment, almost surprised by the invitation. Without waiting for an answer, you turned and headed inside. A second later, you heard the door open behind you. Michael stepped in after you, closing it quietly as he entered. He glanced around the familiar space before his eyes settled back on you. It felt strangely familiar having him there again. Like no time had passed at all. You sigh to yourself, lightly running your fingers over your forehead.
“For a second, huh?” Michael asked you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Don't start,” you muttered, shaking your head.
Before he could come back with another comment, you turned and walked over to the fridge. “Do you want anything to drink?” you asked, pulling the door open and looking inside.
Michael leaned in the doorway, hands in his pockets. “You got a pop?”
You push past some leftovers and produce before grabbing one, you then slide it across the counter to Michael. He catches it with his finger tips before turning it around. The label read RC, Royal Crown with it's red and blue colors. Michael cracks open the cold cola before slowly taking a long sip. He then turns his attention back to you.
"You know," he starts off. Your head turns to him, waiting for him to finish.
"I do be wanting to take you with me, it'd be nice to have you," Michael then glances back to the cola, as if focusing on that would make his next words seem less heavy.
“But it ain’t that simple. You got your life here," he says acknowledging you and him to live two separate lives.
His eyes then found you on you, “Your job, your space… everything,” he said quietly. “I can’t just come in and pull you out of all that.”
He paused, glancing down at the can in his hand before bringing it back up. “It wouldn’t be fair.”
Michael took another slow sip of his cola, like he was giving the words time to settle between you instead of pushing them too hard.
“But, I'd like to see you too.” The words made something in your chest tighten before you even had time to think about it. All of a sudden, you couldn't focus on his face anymore. You glanced away slow, looking down at your slippers.
“You always say stuff like that,” you replied lightly, but it didn’t land the way you wanted it to. “Then you disappear again. I just don’t wanna get used to you being here again… and then you’re gone."
Michael nods to you know, "I know."
"But I want you in my life,” he added after a beat. “So I’m willing to figure this out… if you are.”
"How do we go about this?" you asked him. In reality, neither of you had a clue. But that wasn't stopping the feelings that grew in each of you.
Michael was quiet for a moment, the question sitting between you both. "I don’t got a perfect answer for that,” he said softly.
You chuckled lightly to yourself, thinking, "Should I wish on all the rainbows that I see?" you murmured softly, almost under your breath. You glanced up to him.
“I loved hearin’ you sing that in the mornings,” he admitted quietly. “Used to stay in my head all day.” There was something still there, of course there was.
Your eyes glance down at Michael’s cola. “You gonna finish that?” You point to it.
Michael let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Still got a thing for takin’ my stuff, huh?” he said, a small smile on his face. “Go ahead," he shrugs to it while sliding it over the small distance.
Your nails touched the bottle first before your hand fully closed around it. You lifted it slowly and took a sip from the same spot he had, like it didn’t even cross your mind.
Michael didn’t say anything right away. He just watched you, like the small action meant more than it should’ve. When you took the sip, he finally let out a quiet breath through his nose.
“Taste good?” he said, voice lighter now, like he was trying to keep things normal again.
"Yeah, I actually like RC," you say simply. The colored soda rested on your taste buds, always giving that same sweet taste with the bubbles. Your eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall. The numbers caught your attention a little longer than they should’ve, and a quiet sigh slipped out of you before you even really thought about it. "Pretty late"
Michael followed your gaze to the clock, then back to you. He nodded slowly. “Yeah… it is,” he said, voice lower now. But neither of you moved right away.
“Hey, um… I appreciate you stopping by,” you said, pushing yourself up from the counter and turning slightly toward him. You hesitated for a second, fingers lightly brushing the edge of the counter.
“It’s… it’s needed,” you muttered more quietly, like you weren’t fully sure how to say it without giving too much away.
Michael’s expression softened right away. “I’m here. Always,” he said.
Your eyes stayed on him a moment too long after that, like you forgot to look away. You hated how easily that happened, how he could say something small and suddenly everything else faded for a second.
“Yeah,” you replied softly, your robe still tied loosely around you.
A quiet silence settled between you both, heavier than the conversation a moment ago.
Michael shifted slightly, like he was thinking before he spoke again. “This ain’t goodbye,” he said, voice low. “I’ll be here for a bit longer, doing some shows.” He looked at you for a second longer than before.
“Can I steal a kiss before I leave?"
You hesitated for a second, looking at him like the words had pulled something up in you.
A kiss in the morning, before he went off to the studio. Then a kiss at night, after he came back. You were getting wrapped again. You hadn’t even realized how easily you remembered it, how your body seemed to fall back into something it once knew so well. Because it felt like that again, too easily, too naturally.
You leaned in, stepping a close. You place your hands on each side of his face, and give a quick kiss to his lips, just like old times. Pressing against them, warm and lightly sweet from the cola. His hands gently held onto your lower waist, respecting the space. You then part slowly, looking him in the eye. You both stood there for awhile until he spoke.
"Don't go quiet on me now," he says to you lowly. The words settled over you, and for a moment all you could do was look at him.
You'd spent so long trying to keep your distance. Trying not to miss him too much. Trying not to let yourself fall back into old habits every time he walked back into your life.
But he was here. So, you kissed him, like you needed it.
To that, he pulls you in, giving you the softest yet neediest kisses. Just the two of you, alone, lips finally meeting again. The soft breaths coming from each of yours mouths. You part away, but rest your forehead against him. Next thing you know, it continues, all the way to your bed room. You gently led him toward the stairs, trying to act like your heart wasn't beating a little faster than usual.
Part of you felt ridiculous.
Just a few hours ago, you were telling yourself not to get wrapped up in him again. Now here you were leading him upstairs like none of those promises to yourself had ever existed.
Michael was already looking at you.
You glanced away, slightly nervous, "What?" you asked, trying to sound casual.
"Nothin'," he said, though the grin on his face said otherwise.
You made it a few steps farther before suddenly feeling his hands at your sides. Before you could even react, he lightly picked you up. A surprised laugh escaped you, mixed with a small squeal as your hands immediately grabbed onto his shoulders. Your legs rested around him as he looked up at you. "Put me down," you said, trying to sound serious.
"Yeah i'll put you down," he replies still holding you up. Your bedroom door pushes open as his foot pushes it forward. The kisses don't stop, they trail down your face, down to your neck. He made sure to kiss each part of your face so tenderly, and slowly.
"I missed you," the words slipped from your lips.
"I missed you too pretty girl," he presses you against your bed, deepening the kiss. He then parts from it slowly, "Remember I said, I wanna make sure you get a good night's rest?" He whispers looking at you.
You nod your head at him, "Yeah"
"You gonna let me do it?" His eyes were focused on you. You didn't trust yourself to say anything else. Instead, you leaned in, closing the distance between you once again. He sets you down on the bed, pushing you back. He slowly takes off his jacket tossing it right next to the bed.
He turns back to you leaning over you, kissing, the sounds fill the quiet room, aside from the air blowing through the curtains. His fingers gently ran down your side, then slowly going to your robe. They trace underneath and slowly feel through your panties, a small wet spot forming.
"You're wet just from my kisses?" he asks you between the kiss. You couldn't even respond back, you were too busy living through your flesh. "I guess some things never change" he says low before parting from the kiss.
"Hmmm, no," you manage, slightly breathless. He begins kissing down your chest, eyeing you as he kisses between your breast.
"Im here because I need you. No one is replacing you" he says between the kisses.
"I wanna make sure you know that," he says pausing. "Look at me, you believe me?" He asks holding your gaze.
You nod to him, "I believe you."
Hearing it was nice, but Michael wanted to prove it to you. He slowly undid your robe, gently untying the knot. His hands cupped both of your boobs, slowly grabbing and caressing. His lips then wrapped around one of your nipples, kissing and sucking on the area. You let out a soft, relaxed hum.
"You like when I do this?" he asks switching over to the other one, giving the same treatment. You nod to him, back arching and lightly holding his face into your boobs. He chuckled, keeping this up until he felt your legs part some more.
He kisses down your chest, getting very close to your pussy, which was aching for him. "Michael please," you asked him. "I've missed you so much"
Michael smiled before taking a finger and rubbing this finger down your clothed pussy. Your wetness soaked through the fabric, leaving a bigger wet spot. "Yeah I can tell" he hums before slowly peeling your panties off. He hums before lightly rubbing his finger over your clit, just to get you worked up.
“I missed you too,” he said softly. “Too many nights in that studio without you there.”
“I hated bein’ away from you,” you tell Michael quietly. "I missed hearing you sing, I missed being with you."
"Just tell me what you need" he pleads to you. "What you want me to do hm?" he asks. His thumb starts to circle your swollen bud, your back rises from the feeling, small tingles find it's way all over your body. Your hand brushes over your heart.
"God its' so pretty," he says almost to himself, taking in how slick you were on his fingers.
"I want you to love me," you stuttered quietly. Michael nodded. His finger then slowly dips in, and then out. He repeats this and watches every reaction you gave him. Giving you a nice rhythm to get used to. He felt himself growing, he gently presses over his bulge, trying to focus on you. You moan out quietly, his finger slips in and out of your cunt, hitting a good spot. His free hand kept pressing on his bulge to settle it down, but it never did. He then slowly undoes his belt, parting enough to free himself. He already has some precum leaking from his tip, he strokes himself slowly, moaning a little bit.
"You want it?" he asks you, still playing with your pussy. You nod needily, spreading your legs just a little wider. He hums, smiling lightly.
"Just let me get a taste first," he says quietly to you. "Can I? Can I get a taste baby?"
"Yeah Michael, I want you to. Just a taste" you say quietly to him.
He pulled you close to him, right up to his face.
"Just focus on me if its too much," he says before kissing the outside of where you needed him the most. He did this again, just teasing you, making you wait. After feeling your hand in his hair, he went lower. Just where your entrance was, licking the spot slowly. Then he gave small kiss right on your swollen clit, just to remind you on how grateful he was for you. Then, a sloppy kiss, making out with your pussy. Making you give out small moans, and soft cries.
His tongue, swirling and licking up your wetness, like its the best thing he's ever tasted. Occasionally looking up to see your reaction, and changing pace to see your eyes twitch.
He adds his thumb again and starts to rub your clit, wanting to watch you make a mess for him. Your pussy is just soaking up his lips. It's been so long, and yet your body never forgot.
"Now you ready baby" he says to you standing back up.
You sit up lightly to watch, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He slowly rubs his pretty tip in between your slit, coating it in your pussy juice. You watch as he does this, your chest heaving slightly, loving the view. He then pushes in, giving you some good slow much needed strokes in your pussy.
Your walls squeezed around his dick, pulling him into you. Michael's hands lightly gripped on your thighs.
"Hm relax for me" he says lowly.
You nod, trying to relax yourself a little more. Once you do he goes deeper, giving you what you've been craving. Him. Focused, specifically on you. He then goes deeper, moaning quietly, but enough for you. You moan with him, your boobs slightly bounce as he pumps in you.
"You think I wanna be with anyone else like this?" He leans in getting face to face with you, slightly out of breath, but just as needy.
"This close?" His breath just at the tip of your ear.
"Hm?" he asks you to wait for an answer, but all you could do is moan out quietly. When you couldn't answer, Michael picked up his pace. His hips snapped against you, the wetness from your pussy filled the room as he knocked the daylights out of you. Not aggressive, but passionate, he wanted you to know that you were his everything. He wanted you to know so too. Even when he's gone, you're still his, just like he said,
"You're my girl you know that?" he says to you. You stare up at him, his brown eyes focused on you. The weight of his gaze, combined with the friction between your bodies, sends a tight, coiling heat through your lower stomach.
"Y-Yeah, I know," you muttered. "I'm your girl"
Michael hummed softly, "Say it again, I wanna make sure you know." he held onto your legs, he knew you were going to cum. His grip on your legs tightens, hauling you closer against him.
"I'm your girl Michael," you whimper out.
"Yes you are pretty girl," he says in your ear before kissing all over your face. You then feel yourself cumming, a soft, broken cry escapes your lips, your fingers gripped into him. He slowed his pace, grinding shallowly and slowly to help you ride out the peak. He wanted to see the pleasure fill your eyes, and reappear once he slipped back in. He felt himself cum close, with a low groan, he slips out of your soaking pussy. He doesn't waste a second before stroking himself. Thick ropes shoot out right on your clit, he milks himself over you until he's spent.
He then leans back in kissing you, his teeth lightly biting your bottom lip to keep you focused. "Now you know" he says to you.
© work written by @cherrishkissed
authors note ⭑.ᐟ! one in the morning btw..... but I wanted to finish this sooo enjoy, somewhat proof read. i'll edit later n yah <3
