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imagine making out with michael on the couch at hayvenhurst and it’s quickly gets heated. you begin grinding his groin eliciting a deep rumbly groan from his throat as his hands travel from your hips and grab your derrière making you gasp. since you’re ovulating you’re a little more needy than usual so now you’re moaning mess as you grind harder and his hands travel lower. the huge hands he’s been blessed with discretely travel up under your clothes and cups your sweet wet mound making you moan loudly against his lips. the pleasure gets unbearable as he starts moving his hands up and down still in a cupped position, you don’t even realize you stopped kissing him and now you’re full blown moaning out loud. “so sensitive for me baby, my hands feel good?” he asks teasingly as he peppers sweet kisses on your exposed neck and chest. you nod aggressively as you begin to hump his hand while grabbing his shoulders for support. he looks at you in awe at the faces and sweet sounds you make all just by him pressing and rubbing his palm on your pulsing bud. “look at me mama” he asks as you feel his eyes burning on you. you shyly open your eyes and look at him with an intense fire as he makes you feel good. “want you to look at me as i take you there okay honey, can you do that for me?” he asks gently as he knows how shy you can be during inter course and hold back . “i’ll try mike, it- it just feels too good and i’ll keep my eye- fuck i think i’m gonna cum” you stutter and mutter out of breath as moans just keep coming “shh it’s okay just breathe for me” he coos as he caresses your sweet face with his free hand. you grab the hand already touching you through your panties and bring it inside and the immediate contact of his cold hand touching your warm core makes you see stars. “michael please keep rubbing i’m almost there, baby please” you whimper helplessly. biting his lip as he stares at you in heat, he then notices the wet trail slipping from your mouth and onto his red shirt and chuckles “darlin’ you droolin?” he asks and you feel your body heat in embarrassment and your upcoming climax wither away as you bring your hand up to your mouth and feel it and nod shyly. you feel his thumb wipe it away and ask him “i’m sorry, did you want some?” as his eyes slightly widen and gathers the strength to lift you up and carry upstairs his room just to see what else your sweet mouth could do

authors note: if you get the reference, you're a real one

when he ask ”whose pussy is this” but its literally michael jacksons so i have to stay quiet

i love how predominantly black mjblr is. it’s genuinely the safest i’ve felt in any community

TECHNICALLY — JAAFAR JACKSON

˙⋆✮ ˙ SYNOPSIS: (16k words) Jaafar leaves Maddie because he loves you. But when he refuses to call you his, you decide that if you aren’t his, you might as well remind him what he’s missing. (based on this request! please read the rules before you request hehe)

˙⋆✮ ˙ WARNINGS: 18+! MDNI! reader is NOT a bird, ANGST!!! a lot of angst, insecurity, exes. reader is strict as fuck and morally righteous, jaafar says something mean and reader ghosts him for 3 weeks, jealousy, possessiveness, kisses to your feet (but not a foot fetish. Just trust me) switch!reader x switch!jaafar, rough sex, scratching, light face slapping, overstimulation, reader goads him on, jaafar kneels at your feet and crawls to you, reader is lowkey a sadist.

˙⋆✮ ˙ HIIII!!! i pulled three all-nighters to get this done, i hope it was to ur liking anon!! <3 and thank u to everyone for being so kind and for all the love on oh, brother!!!!!!!!!!! please don't feed my writing to ai chat bots :( kissy! i hope everyone enjoys. sorry for all the droning on xx

𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍’? 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍’.ᐟ — pre otw!michael

۶ৎ 18+ :: when you come to Michael’s family cookout for the weekend, things get a little hectic when you two duck off into his room upstairs…

EARLIER TODAY, you decided you’d come over Michael’s house to hang out, but his family just so happened to be hosting their annual family cookout.

His family liked you—including Joe, even if they found you a little weird.

You were the kind of girl who found interest in many things, blurted out random thoughts with total enthusiasm, and if a single intriguing thought or idea came to you, you were gonna speak about it wholeheartedly.

So it’s no surprise when you come to the house unannounced so often. “Hi Mikey!” You wave, eyes sparkling with a big smile on your face. Michael is happy to see you when he opens the door, smile spread across his pretty face.

“Tink, you came.” He exclaims happily, taking in your beautiful appearance.

The way your curly pig tails sit gracefully against your shoulders, the white bows tied tightly around them, the white sweetheart-neckline shirt that highlights your collarbone, and your little cute shorts that hug you and your curves very nicely.

“Of course Mikey, I wanted to see you. Plus, I knew you were gonna call eventually so I was prepared.” You giggle as you walk in from the porch and into his embrace. Oh, he smelt so good.

He rocks you back and forth, and that somehow gives you the idea to wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him back even tighter.

Michael lets out a small ‘oh!’ before giggling and holding you closer with a kiss to your cheek.

The minute he sits you down, you’re taking in his appearance. White blouse with a few buttons undone, high waisted jeans with that brown belt you bought him, and his beautiful yet sexy face to top it off.

“Mm, you look sharp, baby.” You compliment with a grin, batting your big eyes at the boy like he wasn’t already your man.

Michael’s cheeks flush, cheekbones lifting without showing a single tooth. But before he can even respond, footsteps come fast from the kitchen and toward the front room.

“Look who’s heree!” Janet happily squeals, stopping in front of you and Michael. “Hey girl!” She greets, hugging you with a big smile.

You barely even get time to return her excitement before she’s pulling back from the hug and dragging you toward the kitchen and to the patio that leads to the backyard. “Come on, my brothers’ll be happy to see you!”

Michael’s eyes widen, quickly following behind the both of you. “Janet! Slow down, y’gonna make her run into somethin’!”

The second you stumble onto the patio, the focus is on you. An echo of loud greetings breaks out, and his brothers are waving you over as everyone genuinely lights up seeing you.

But you have home training and manners, so you obviously go over to Michael’s parents and give them both a hug before greeting everybody else.

That afternoon goes by smoothly. It’s filled with fun, and the boys couldn’t be happier to have some real free time without having to sneak around their father to enjoy it.

You guys play all kinds of games, go in the pool, and even (almost) had a food fight because of Marlon and Randy arguing. But Katherine was quick to shut that down immediately, so no worries.

By the time evening hit, everyone just sat and watched the sunset.

Janet, Rebbie, and Latoya gossiped in a secluded circle on the grass, Tito was somewhere being teased about whatever he and his lady Dee Dee had going on, and the parents? Quiet as can be surprisingly. Joe wasn’t eager to get up and make a phone call to schedule some type of work; which the boys found surprising but collectively knew to not question.

While everyone else was distracted, you and Michael were busy staring each other down with no shame and surprisingly hadn’t been caught.

It wasn’t until you gave Michael a wink and he tilted his head that you two coordinated when to duck off separately to go into the house.

You told his sisters that you desperately had to use the restroom, and five minutes later, Michael casually told his brothers that he was going to grab a drink.

And now here you were, minutes later inside of Michael’s bedroom, having gone completely unnoticed and asking him a very sudden question.

“Think I’m hearin’ things…you wanna do what?” Confusion and horror spread all over Michael’s face as he stares down at you.

“Ride your nose.” You deadpan, dropping your arms to your sides. “You heard me the first time silly.”

This is not what he expected to hear when you two snuck up here.

“Okay, but— why?” His face scrunching up in even more confusion.

You were a very interesting girlfriend.

“Because it’s big, and I like big noses.” You shrug. “You look sexy with it Mike, and it makes me horny. What’s so wrong about that?” You tilt your head, genuinely not seeing how he could be weirded out by this.

He stays silent, blinking at you while trying to see if you’ve lost your mind.

His nose? The same one that he himself didn’t fancy because his father always shamed him for it?

“You serious?” He furrows his brows, nose scrunched up.

“Michael,” you scoff. “please don’t make me repeat myself again. Yes boy, I wanna sit on your face and feel that nose on my—!” Your voice getting louder with aggravation as you throw your arms down to your sides again.

“Okay, okay!” he shouts over you with a laugh and a smile, grabbing your shoulders so you’d quiet down since his family was still right downstairs.

“You can do it, I’ll eat, ion mind,” he huffs. “But you sure tink? I mean—“

You groan, dragging him by his arm toward the bed and pushing him flat against the mattress. He scoots himself up toward the headboard, excitement he tried miserably to mask all over his face.

“Ask me another stupid question.” You deadpan, throwing a leg over his hips as you straddle his lap.

“Yes ma’am, m’sorry ma’am.” He quickly clears his throat playfully, straightening up. His hands reach for your waist, feeling and squeezing tightly as he stares up at you.

“Can’t believe you wanna ride my nose..” he mutters, hands sliding down to caress your hips while kneading at the flesh of your skin softly. A proud yet honored smile tugs at his lips as he processes the thought.

“Well believe it, cause I’m serious.” You tell Michael, fingers tracing along his jaw before leaning down to capture his lips in a slow, yet tender kiss.

He hums into your mouth, large and firm hands sliding down to cup that ass as the kiss deepens. “My baby wants to sit on my face…ain’t that somethin’..” he murmurs against your lips with an amused yet turned on huff.

He pulls back, eyes low with lust as he bites his lip with a cheeky grin. “Then what you waitin’ for, huh?” He murmurs, voice low.

“Sit on it mama.”

“Mmmfuck,” you breathe out, rolling your hips against his tongue. Michael was lapping at your cunt with zero remorse once he got his rhythm going.

And you know Michael Joseph Jackson is all about rhythm.

Your face is all frowned up, pleasure overwhelming with the way he’s practically making out with your pussy. Your brows furrow and your eyes narrow as you let out a moan, gripping at his headboard.

“Fuck-, Michael,” you whimper, head dropping down for a moment as your eyes shut tightly. “Right there,” you gasp.

He buries his face completely into your pussy, tongue working at a steady yet punishing pace. With every press of his tongue against your wet core, the tip of his thick nose bumps hard against your clit for just a second.

Your eyes roll back in deep satisfaction, mouth going agape as another moan flies out.

His grip travels further up your thighs, big hands digging into the plump of your ass to drag your hips down his face just an inch.

The moment you’re where he wants you, his lips close tightly around your clit, sucking hard. Almost immediately, Michael notices the whiny shift in your behavior, holding your hips down so you won’t try to wiggle away from the pleasure.

“M-mikey!” You gasp, just slightly lifting your hips for a moment in shock.

Michael is quick to yank your hips back down with a disapproving grunt, lapping at your sopping cunt as you cry.

“Mm-mm, stay right here pretty,” he mutters against your slit, tongue slurping at your cunt. “You asked for this, take it like a big girl.” He grumbles, pressing his tongue against your sensitive bud for a few seconds.

You start to sob, tears welling your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as your hips stutter. “S—Sh-shit!” You cry helplessly, thighs tightening against the sides of his head.

You reach down to grip at Michael’s afro, aggressively pulling at his curls to try and pry him off, but it’s no use. He’s in too deep.

No matter how hard you try to yank at his head, he won’t let up. So instead of trying to squirm away, you give into the pleasure completely.

You start to ride back down onto his face, dragging your wet folds over his tongue, and deliberately making sure your swollen bud continuously rubs against the thick bridge of his nose with every roll of your hips.

“Fuck—yes, Mikey,” you sob, chasing the constant pressure as he flattens his tongue against your pussy, driving you mad with every aggressive bump of your clit against his nose.

He hums against your vulva, completely satisfied at the way he’s slightly turning you dumb.

His own eyes roll back in ecstasy as if he’s the one being eaten like this. Completely pussy-drunk.

“Please give it to me,” he grumbles with a whine as he sucks at your slit. “Please baby,” he begs with neediness in his voice and eyes.

The way he begs for you to cum turns you on far beyond belief. The movement of your hips start to become sloppy, frantic almost, as you chase your high.

“H-hm-hmph!” Your hands tremble as you reach down to grip at Michael’s fro with two hands, mouth going fully agape as tears prick your eyes, back arching like crazy as your climax hits you.

“Oh fuck,” you mewl. “Oh fuhck, oh fuck, oh fuh—“

You go silent as the moan gets caught in your throat, body shuddering and locking up violently as your bladder just completely bursts as you start to squirt all over Michael’s face.

He moans against your folds, trying to swallow whatever he can while sucking at your clit.

“H-haa!” Your vision blurs as tears fill your view, hips stuttering and your pulsing hole fluttering around absolutely nothing as you cum relentlessly.

You sob, wanting to collapse against Michael but he holds you.

He holds you and makes you ride out every single shockwave that passes through while still working his tongue against your now hypersensitive vulva.

You two stay there for a moment to soak up the silence, taking in everything that just happened.

Your hips twitch weakly as you try to lift your aching hips, every nerve ending down there screaming at you to stop. “Michael, please get offa me,” you whine, voice worn out and broken as you push at his shoulders.

He’s reluctant to let you go, acting like he couldn’t hear you at first before eventually letting you go. You fall back against the mattress, and just as you think you’re about to catch a break, Michael re latches his mouth right back on your swollen, raw clit, sucking until it pulls.

“Ungh!” You gasp with a whine, toes curling as your back arches off the bed unwillingly.

Fresh tears instantly start to fall from the corners of your pretty eyes, hands scrambling to claw at his shoulders and at the sheets.

“No-, baby, please,” you sob out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your thighs clamp tightly around Michael’s head. “M’gonna cum again, Mikey,” you cry as your back arches further off the bed.

What a nice family cookout with your boyfriend!

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

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how I look waiting for october to come around

#imsofuckingexcitedforkinktober

The question was supposed to be about music, but Michael somehow managed to bring your name into the answer. He spoke about your illustrations with an almost embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, describing the little details you put into your work and how he'd bought one of your books for his nieces and nephews. By the time the interviewer asked how he'd even discovered your work, Michael was smiling to himself. "She's very talented," was all he offered, though the expression on his face suggested he'd happily spent the entire interview talking about you. >ᴗ< ♥︎

What Happens On The Yacht…[Michael Jackson x Fem Reader]

Summary: You finally attend one of your best friend’s famous yacht parties, so now what?

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, grown folks shit and fluff too

WC: 9.0k

A/N: This is exactly what you think it may or may not be. Not proofread. Enjoy! Thank you for the support and thank you for reading. -J

"You really wanna go huh?" Michael asks as he sits across from you at a diner table.

"Michael I've known you since we were in diapers." you say as you take another bite of your food, tucking your hair behind your ear. "And you've been hosting these yacht parties since you turned 18 and I've still never been to one."

"I just don't think it's your vibe." he says back. "Not something a girl like you should be exposed to."

"Not something a girl like me should be exposed to?" you repeat with curiosity. "Really now?"

This was the norm for you and Michael for as long as you could remember. If he wasn't traveling all over the country and out of it with his brothers, he was right here with you. Sometimes it was breakfast, sometimes it was lunch, and sometimes it was dinner. Either way? You and Michael LOVED to sit down, talk, but most importantly, EAT.

He'd always tell you about these yacht parties they would host; just him, his brothers, friends, lovers and you've always wanted to go. But unfortunately for you, everytime he had one, he wasn't in California. You've seen pictures, heard stories, seen footage, but that could only cover the bare minimum of what actually went on. To the normal viewing eye, this was your traditional fun yacht party, but those who knew, knew. This time, he was home and hosting and you knew for sure that you wanted to go.

"I'm telling you mamas." he smirks while looking down at his plate, twirling his fork around his potatoes before taking a bite and sipping his orange juice. "I wouldn't tell anyone this, but since it's you, you know I can't keep anything from you. This ain't your typical yacht party."

"It can't be that bad." you say.

"No one said it was bad." he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip. "Just don't show up and expect things to be.. I don't even know how to put it."

"Y'all acting like porn stars on that boat, huh?"

Michael chokes on his next bite of food at your question and you grin because you know you're heading in the right direction.

"Something like that.." he answers truthfully. "Me.. not so much with all my brothers around, but.."

"So you think that's something a boy as soft spoken, well mannered, and slightly even tempered, should be exposed to?" you question, raising an eyebrow. "What a way to play the double standard, huh Mikey?"

"One of us can still be saved, now can't we?"

"I'm going Michael." you roll your eyes. "You've been gone for so many months and I want to spend time with you and your brothers too. Especially fine ass Toriano."

"Who is married." Michael quickly says, slight irritation in his voice, but he quickly masks it. He couldn't be that guy, no he couldn't be. He couldn't be the guy that fucks up a lifetime friendship because he caught feelings. Ha. If only he knew you felt the same. "You know he's married right? And you know who he's married to, right? And you know we also hang out with her too, right? Right mamas?"

"Boy, don't piss me off."

"I'm just sayin'." he downs the rest of his orange juice, raising both eyebrows at you.

"As if you don't have a thing for taken women yourself." you say playfully. "Always judgin' me."

"No no. Not judging. I'm simply just making an observation." he looks at you. Oh he had a thing alright, for taken women, sure. But nothing would ever compare for the thing he has for you. "You know I'd never judge you."

"Mhmmmmm." you answer.

"So you wanna go for real?"

"If you ask me that again I promise you I'll be your worst nightmare."

"You already a-,"

You cut him off by flicking a piece of food at him which he barely dodges. He laughs as he catches it before it hits the floor, throwing it on plate because he's done eating anyways. The two of you sit there and argue for about 5 minutes on why Michael should or should not let you pay. In the end, he's defeated.

"Ugh, making me feel like such a little slut when you pay f'me." Michael jokes as you hook your arm underneath his.

"I can always trust you or Marlon to say some shit." you laugh. "You always pay for me, so let me return the favor. Friends pay for friends, no?"

"Never again."

"We'll see about that."

~

You stood in front of your mirror, hands on your hips, frustrated that you've now gone through 7 bikinis and still can't make up your mind. In charge of everything tonight, Michael had sent Marlon to pick you up and bring you down to the marina and if you were still doing your calculations correctly, you now had about 10 minutes until he was here. You teased him that he should of sent Tito instead and you swore you almost heard him crush the phone in the  palm of his hand.

"I don't see why you're putting so much thought into this." your twin sister says as she lays in your bed, head hanging off the edge as she watches you struggle to find the right thing to wear. "If it's one of 'those' yacht parties, I doubt you'll have your kini top on for more than 15 minutes."

Your cheeks run hot at the thought, but only because the boy you've been crushing on your entire childhood was going to be there. But hey, you wanted to go right? You sigh, tapping your fingers against your hips as you walk over to where you keep all of your swimwear, searching one more time. Do you stand out or do you blend in?

"I knew we joked about it at lunch, but-," you begin, but she cuts you off.

"You're so oblivious to how that boy feels about you." she laughs before turning over onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. "Like really."

"You're crazy." you immediately shoot the idea down even though it gives you butterflies at the thought. "We've been tied like a knot since before we could walk, I doubt he has feeling for me this late in the game."

"You never know." she responds. "You don't notice the little things, but everyone else does. That boy wants you like there's no tomorrow and puts on such a innocent front. It's cute really."

So stand out? No. If you stand out, that brings you too much unwanted attention. But if you don't stand out, then you don't make a statement for your first time ever at one of these so highly talked about parties. Your sister, sensing your increasing frustration, sighs as she gets up from the bed, walking over to help you out.

"You make shit way hard than it needs to be.." she huffs, picking something out in 30 seconds. "Wear this."

She handed you something simple, but sexy, just like your brain thought of. Tie-dye printed and neon radiant, you'd blend in with everyone else, but stand out when the light hits you just right. The colors bounced excellent off your brown skin... not that that was going to matter anyways.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." you say, giving her a hug. At the same time, Marlon pulls up outside of your house. You know it's him because only him and Randy pull up playing their music loud enough to wake the next several streets over. Not too much of a problem tonight though since it's the weekend.

"Sometimes I tell myself that same thing." she jokes.

"You sure you don't wanna go? You know you're more than invited."

"Girl hell no! DJ would kill me if he knew I was out there without him." she playfully slaps your arm. "Plus, we made plans for tonight. You go have fun."

"Made it easy for him to take it off of ya too." she continues.

"Stoppppp!" you roll your eyes.

"No you stop being in denial!"

"Sweetheart, Mar is outside." your mother says as she sticks her head in the door. "I'm about to go cuss his little ass out though for playing that loud ass music outside my house."

"Thanks mama. I'm coming." you say as you turn around to face her. "You know how Marlon is already."

"He's lucky I love him like my own. That's all I gotta say." And with that, she closes your door, leaving you to finish getting ready.

"Okay lovey. I'm heading out. Tell DJ I said hi." you say, giving your twin a kiss on her cheek and a tight hug, both she returns. You don't even grab anything as you leave, not even your purse, because you know you won't need it. Once you enter Marlon's car, the smell of weed immediately overwhelms your senses and it's so smoky in there, you cough slightly.

"There she is!" Randy exclaims as he grabs and squeezes your shoulders and you quickly realize Marlon didn't come alone. In the backseat alongside Randy are two gorgeous one chocolate, one caramel, in basically string bikinis.

"Oh she is absolutely breathtaking." you hear one of them say.

"Michael keeping this beauty hidden from everyone for this long should be a crime." the other one says and you can't help but feel the heat rush to your cheeks once again. You turn around, giving Randy a friendly kiss on his hand before greeting the women in the backseat, instantly clicking with their warm vibe. Marlon simply glances at you with a smirk on his face, joint between his lips before he pulls off.

"Damn." he says. "Mama ain't cook nothing you could of brought out here tonight?"

"Hi Marlon. Yes I'm doing well Marlon, thank you for asking. How are you Marlon?" you sarcastically say.

"Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners?" he chuckles as he inhales and exhales before passing it to you and you gladly accept. "How are you sweet thang? Mama ain't cook nothing you could of brought out here tonight? You know I love her cooking."

"I can't fucking stand you." you roll your eyes as you take a few puffs before handing it back to him.

"I mean you are sitting so you don't-,"

"Boy leave me alone." He laughs again, turning the radio down some so he can hear you better. "You worse than Jermaine."

"Aye." he says, slightly offended.

"She ain't wrong." Randy agrees

"I know you ain't out the side of yo' mouth boy." Marlon looks at him through the rearview mirror. "Anyways. You ever been to a yacht party before? I'm surprised Mike let you come out here finally. We been trynna get you out here. Always givin' us some shit about keeping you saved."

"Let me hit that." Randy says, reaching his hand forward for the joint and Marlon passes it to him, his eyes red as red can be.

"No, but I've been to a pool party and it can't be too far off." you answer. "Keeping me saved huh? He's so funny."

"I think he just knows how smokin' hot his best friend is and doesn't want anyone else to have her." Randy chimes in boldly.

"Mhmmmm." both the girls in the back agree.

"This ain't no regular pool party." Marlon grins. "Trust me."

"So I've been told. So I've been told."

"You'll either love it or hate it. There's no in-between."

~

When all of you arrived at the marina and you stepped foot onto the brothers gigantic super yacht, you didn't know whether to be afraid, amazed, or turned on. The sight in front of you was in no way had a simple pool party vibe. This was essentially playboy mansion on the water. Almost every girl on deck was without their bikini top, some of them in no swimwear at all. Drinks, finger-foods, joints, cigarettes, and other party favors were passed around on trays.

The girls ran around, screaming and laughing as they sprayed whip cream on one another. Around the edges of the deck you can make out Jackie and Jermaine who chat idly with the women surrounding them and you question how they're getting away with this, but that's besides the point and none of your business anyways. Tito sits on one of the deck sofas, women on both sides of him as he rests his feet on the table in front of him, puffing on a cigar.

Other men and women are present as well, some famous faces you can make out. You felt yourself getting a little jealous at the fact that Michael didn't let you start coming to these parties earlier. They all chat amongst each other, some making out, some doing even more than that. You were stunned, but you knew you didn't want to leave.

"No way!" Jermaine exclaims when he sees you. "No way she's actually out here. No way."

"I know huh!" Marlon shouts back, but your eyes are focused on a completely different display in front of you. In the yacht's built in hot tub is your best friend. He leans back comfortably into a girl wrapping her arms around him with another in front of him, leaning his head back as they pour a shot down his throat, the both of them topless. He swallows it with almost practiced ease, the girl behind him wrapping her arms tighter around him before resting her chin on the top of his head.

The girl in front of him is giving him a show as she pours the bottle of liquor all over herself, swaying her hips to the beat of the music in the background and he watches, biting down on his bottom lip before giving her a sheepish grin. The sight is almost enough to make you cream on yourself and you wish you could instantly trade places with either of them. Before you can even turn your head back in Jermaine's direction, a big and tall man appears in front of you with a pen a paper in his hand.

"Sign this for me sweetheart." he says, his voice so deep it almost scares the shit out of you and then only do you notice the several 'What Happens On The Yacht...?" signs around the boat.

"Man get that out of her face." Marlon says as he pushes it away. "She don't need to sign that, she's apart of us."

"But Mich-,"

"Michael would be very upset that you'd have the girl that means the world to him sign some pissy NDA when he trusts her more than anyone on this boat."

He clears his throat, straightens his tie, and apologizes to you immediately. Grateful, but you still feel bad because he was only doing his job.

"You ain't have to do all that." you say, pinching him slightly.

"Michael would of done worse." he shrugs before patting you on the small of your back and walking away to go find some fun for himself. You don't want to disrupt him, no not yet, so you make your way over to where Jackie and Jermaine are standing. Jermaine instantly throws his arm around you, pulling you closer before giving you a friendly kiss on the forehead.

"You sure you at the right party?" Jackie jokes.

"You know." you answer with a smirk on your face. "I'm not sure yet, but I have all night to figure out."

"Michael corrupting his sweet and innocent best friend." he chuckles as he takes a sip of his drink, the girl next to him not taking her lips off his skin for even a second.

"Where have y'all gotten this idea that I'm sweet and innocent?" you ask.

"Because you're just now making it here after how long?" Jermaine questions.

"Oooooo who is this? She's beautiful!" one of the girls in the group says.

"This is (name)." Jermaine answers. "Michael's pride and joy. (name) this is Robyn, but we call her Cherry. Been rockin' with us for a long time."

Instead of going for a traditional handshake, she gives you a hug instead and you almost start ovulating at how good she smells.

"So why do they call you Cherry?" you ask.

"Well." she begins. "I can either tell you or I can show you."

"Damn Cherry." Jackie chimes in. "Don't go scaring the girl off already, she might not wanna come party with us again."

Michael watches from the other side of the yacht, irritated that Jermaine would even think it's a remotely good idea to have his arms around you like that, but could he dare be a hypocrite with the situation he's in right now. He licks his lips at how pretty your bikini sits on you. The way it brings out your curves, the way it sticks to your skin, and the way the colors pop off of you. He felt that all too familiar stir in his swim trunks and forced himself to look away.

Within the next 15 minutes, Cherry would show you exactly why they called her just that. By far, that was the hottest, sloppiest, and wettest kiss you've ever had, the flavor of cherries stuck to your lips and in your mouth. And that'll do it for Michael. He abruptly rises out of the hot tub, leaving both ladies confused as he adjusts himself in his trunks before making his way over to where you stand, taking his bottle of liquor with him.

"So comfortable that you're already making out with Cherry?" Michael asks you, slightly amused. "On party number one?"

"You looked like you were having a good time over there." you shrug your shoulders. "Didn't wanna interrupt that."

"Right." he smirks, tucking his tongue into the corner of his cheek before grabbing your hand and pulling you away. "Still could of come and said hi to me."

"Not with the show you were getting. I'd be pissed if someone interrupted me. Plus everyone is so friendly and I don't want to spend the entire party up your ass."

"Of course they're all friendly." he grins. "They're all on a different planet. I'd be pretty friendly myself."

"Trust me, I can tell." you laugh. You can feel the various stares from different party-goers, but none of them dare call out to you, not with Michael present. He takes you to a more secluded part of the yacht, the lights dimmed low. Things seem normal back here. No one is topless and the chatter is barely above a whisper, but the atmosphere is still thick with sensual tension. A few of them nod at you and Michael as you walk past, one of them grabbing his arm and stopping him.

"Who's your fine ass friend?" he boldly asks and you can smell the alcohol radiating off of him. Michael turns his head to face him, looking him dead in the eyes when he says this. "And why it look like she ain't been out kini yet?"

"She's mine." he says flatly and almost with a clenched jaw. "Anything else?"

"No sir. You got it." he says, a small smirk on his face as he leans back into his seat.

"I'll throw your ass off this boat Mac." Michael says. "You know that."

"Hey the lady's good looking." Mac replies. "My fault."

"Uh huh." he guides you to sit down on one of the many sofas on board before taking a seat next to you. This whole time, you're still processing the words that came out of his mouth. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Really? Since when? "You okay? You comfortable?"

"Yeah.." you say as you look at him under the dim lights. "What was that?"

"Mac will fuck anything that walks." he says honestly. "I can't let you get involved with that. Maybe someone else." Maybe him if the both of you would just act on your feelings, but no, not right now.

"He seems like the type." you adjust your breasts in your bikini top before leaning back, crossing a leg over the other. Michael laughs lightly at your words.

"Thristy? Hungry?"

"I could go for both."

With a sharp and coded whistle from Michael, a man dressed in a nice tailored suit makes his way around the corner with two trays in his hands, one with drinks and one with different samples of food. He sets the trays down in front of the both of you before nodding and starting to walk away, but not before Michael thanks him thoroughly and leaves him a fat tip, simply for doing his job. But that was Michael's thing.

Yacht crew and staff never had any complaints about how they were treated even when the patrons were blasted out of their mind and indulged in complete chaos. Michael himself made sure they were well paid and well taken care of and on rare occasions towards the end of night, he'd let them join in on the fun.

The two of you eat and drink and eat and drink, the time passing by like it's nothing. Getting more and more inebriated, you don't notice his subtle movements. You don't notice how he scoots closer and closer to you and how you don't move away. You don't notice how you've lazily draped your leg across his lap as the two of you continue to talk. You don't notice how his fingers trace lazy patterns on the back of your calf, you just know that you're comfortable.

You two talk about everything under the moonlight, Michael sinking further and further into the sofa under the weight of your leg and his intoxication, joint hanging loosely between his lips. So comfortable, you both close your eyes for just a second, but that would prove to be a big mistake. The feeling of wet and cold immediately engulfs you followed by Randy and Marlon's loud ass voices. 

"Rookie movie falling asleep before midnight." Randy shakes his head in Michael's face. This was Michael's rule too. Anyone that fell sleep before midnight was drowned in a bucket cold water and had to skinny dip into the ocean. Everyone in the vicinity claps, cheers, and whistles loudly.

"You know what that means, don't cha Mike?" Tito teases. Michael can barely process what's going on as he wipes his face.

"So who wants they ass beat first?" you ask, glaring at the both of them.

"Just following the rules." Tito shrugs. "You'll forgive me though, right?" You silently curse Michael for having such attractive brothers while being attractive himself.

"Tell me what this means before you piss me off."

"We gotta jump into the water.." Michael groans, rubbing his forehead.

"Oh that's it?"

"Naked."

"Ohhhhhhhh."

~

"I am so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable." Michael says awkwardly to you as you both stand on an edge of the boat completely bare. "Like really sor-,"

"Mikey.." you slur slightly. "I agreed to it, now shut up cause we're gonna do it. M'having so much fun."

Michael is put slightly at ease by your words and is glad that you're enjoying yourself. He could help but take several glances at you out the corner of his eyes, admiring your naked body under the moonlight. He has to silently remind himself that he isn't out here with just you, the blood instantly rushing away from his lower half and back into his chest, thankfully.

"M'glad you're having fun." he smiles at you and you return it.

"Hold hands while we jump?" you ask and he nods, reaching for your hand. It's not that big of a deal, really. Some people stop to watch, others continue in their own world. On the count of 3 you both take a leap of faith, grips firm on one another. The cold water hits you like a bullet, instantly knocking the wind out of you, but you expected that.

"Ouuuu shit!" you say as you pop yourself up from the freezing cold water, covering yourself as you shiver. Michael follows, his eyes immediately finding yours. He stops himself from looking anywhere else, swallowing gently as he wipes the water from his face.

"You okay?" he asks, a slight chuckle in his throat. But before you can answer, Marlon shouts something from the upper deck.

"Now quit playin' like two love sick puppies and kiss!" he shouts, raising his glass before taking a drink.

"I have no idea what he's talking about." you both ironically say at the same time before laughing with each other.

"Think he might have had too much to drink for the night.."

Still, you give Michael a quick kiss on the cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck. Gliding comfortably on his back in the water, he helps you back up the yacht stairs, hands pressed firmly on your ass to make sure you don't slip. He could start kneading you right then and there, but maintains his self control in front of so many curious eyes.

Michael was always the life of these parties. The most single out of all of his brothers, he was a floater. One moment he might be with you, the next he might be with someone else. He kept a smile on everyone's face and laughter in their throats, but tonight was different. He couldn't leave you alone, he didn't want to. Out of all the women on this boat, your attention mattered most. You have a twin and he still chose you.

Jermaine and Jackie hand you both towels, respectively. Michael dries himself off some before wrapping it around his waist and you do the same before covering your entire body.

"Still sure you at the right party?" Jackie asks you again.

"Oh 100%." you answer confidently. You'd be a fool if you said you weren't enjoying yourself. This definitely beats any regular party you've ever been to. By the time the clock actually hits midnight, you've taken body shots off of several people, Michael included. Cherry found you again and scooped you away for the next half hour, making out with you until your lips were swollen.

You made your own conscious decision that you would now be one of the pretty ladies running around without her bikini top on and you could care less about who was staring. Gorgeous from top to bottom, who had anything to say about you? You lost track of how cross-faded you actually were and somehow ended exactly where Michael did not want you to be, with Mac.

Fortunately for the both of you, Mac decided that he would respect Michael's wishes and be a gentleman. He carried your drunk ass right back to him, throwing his arms up in surrender before backing away.

"Am I gonna have to put a leash on you?" Michael playfully asks as you rest your head on his lap, towel still around his waist from earlier.

"Mmm you'd like that wouldn't you?" you boldly ask. Michael is caught so off guard by your question, the toothpick he has between his lips nearly flies down his throat. He spits it out, clearing his throat before adjusting himself under you slightly, feeling that stir in him again.

"How drunk are you?"

"Drunk enough." you shrug. "But don't think I don't remember that I just asked you a question. Now tell me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh c'mon mamas." he whines. "Don't make me answer shit like that."

You sit up, both arms on either side of him as you look him deep in his eyes and sigh before chuckling to yourself. Testing the waters for sure, but he was enjoying it. You were showing the confidence that he would of never been able to because he was so certain that the two of you would only always be best friends.

"Answer me or I'll run off on you again." you raise an eyebrow. His leg starts bouncing rapidly as his temperature starts to rise. Drool threatens to fall from his lips with your tits in such close proximity to him. His fingers grip his own thighs firmly as he doesn't dare look away from your gaze or you'd know how nervous you make him.

"Mamas-,"

And then you're up and running again, giggling. He doesn't sit there of course and starts to chase you. For the first time in your life you're actually slightly faster than him, sliding around  and dodging the people and objects before you.

"Oh come on!" Michael yells.

"You made your choice pretty boy!" you yell back. You duck down the stairs and onto the lowest deck where the cabin door is. For easy access on party nights, Michael keeps the door code disabled so you open it with ease. He chases you down the short hallway, finally able to catch you once you reach a dead end because you aren't familiar. Moans of other patrons occupied in other rooms bounce off the walls, but your ears fall deaf to that due to the man you have in close proximity to you.

Your bodies crash together roughly at the abrupt stop, making his already loose towel fall from his waist. Panting and out of breath, you both take the time to analyze each other. He swallows before placing both of his arms above your head, face dangerously close to yours. You breathlessly laugh, ghosting his lips with a devious smile. The music even from inside the vessel is so loud in your ears, but you're drowning in him instead.

You're so oblivious to how that boy feels about you.

"Why you playin' with me?" he asks, not moving an inch away from you.

"I think you're playing with me actually." you shoot back. "Keeping me away from all this. Keeping me away from you, why?"

"I wasn't-,"

"Not inviting me, but always telling me about it. Thinking that I'm too pure for it when you're the purest soul I know. You know how much time we miss when you're away?"

"Mamas I-,"

"You go all over touring, then you come back and within the first week you're hosting these extravagant and sexy boat parties, but your best friend doesn't get to join in on the fun, why?"

He doesn't answer any of your questions or respond to any of your statements and without thinking, presses his lips up against yours in the kiss that the both of you have been yearning for. He kisses you slow at first, your hands finding his hips, gripping him firmly. Then he deepens it, tongue slipping past your lips because he pass the point of of asking for permission. Your response was all he needed.

You swirl your tongue around his, taking in all the flavors of him. The taste of the liquor, the taste of the weed, the taste of the last thing he had in his mouth which seemed to be some fruit. Healthy boy. You moan into his mouth and he smiles.

He's been wanting to do this for so long that he doesn't care that his ass his out in this hallway nor does he care who may or may not see. But before he can completely lose himself in you, he pulls away and you whimper, your hands instantly clasping around the back of his neck in an effort to pull him back.

"Can I show you something?" he asks, forehead pressed against yours, panting still.

"Mmm, Mikey right now?" you whine.

"Please." begs, leaving a wet and heavy kiss on your forehead. "I need to show you."

"Okay.." you nod, not being able to tell him no. "Okay papi, show me."

~

Michael took you exactly 3 miles out into the open ocean on one of the several jet skis that surrounded the yacht. In complete darkness now, the only thing offer even the faintest illumination was the light on top of his hat and the moon. He turns it off and now it's quiet except for the sounds of the water.

"Now Michael." you say, your cheek resting on his back. "What can you possibly show me out here in this advanced darkness?"

"It's not about what you can see." he says. "It's about what you can feel. Do you know what I named this yacht?"

"Something related to you and your brothers probably." you answer, thumb tracing lazy circles on his sides.

"No. You're wrong. I named it after you."

"Michael you wh-,"

"And you see I thought it was so crazy because of all the wild shit that happens on there and then I remembered what it actually represented; your wild and carefree spirit."

"The first night the same day we bought it and came out here, I named her after you immediately. Just fuckin' around I came out here on one of these." he continues. "And I made a promise to the both of us that one day I'd be able to look you right into your eyes and tell you that I love you, no matter how long it takes."

"And don't think that just because we're drunk as fu-," he tries to ramble on.

"I love you too Michael." you blurt out. "I've always loved you."

"No not like-,"

"I love you Michael." you emphasize. "More than a best friend probably should."

He lifts himself up, turning himself around on the jet ski so that he's facing you now and you immediately shield your eyes from that bright ass light.

"Sorry." he grins, turning his hat sideways so that it's out of your face and sighs as he leans back against the control panel. The two of you gently float on the calm waters, Michael already making a mental note of where he took you and how to get back. You scoot down a little, resting your head on his lap as you look out into the darkness. "I'm sorry that it took one of these parties for me to finally admit how I feel about you."

"If you didn't let me come out here, I don't know if I would of gotten the same courage either." you giggle, kissing his stomach. He bites his lip, running his hand through your hair before resting it on your head. You kiss his stomach again, this time lingering a little longer before your tongue starts to trace out no pattern in particular.

You kiss every single part of him you can, making your way up slowly until you lock lips with him again, grabbing the handlebars of the jet ski and you sit in his lap and wraps your arms around him. This kiss is more hungry than the last, more urgent. He wastes no time, grabbing your hips and grinding you against him. He was bold as fuck for having the both of you come out here completely naked, but the sea police was the least of his concerns.

Your arousal was coating his dick, his thighs, his happy trail. You were a waterfall for him, but he's barely even touched you. He pulls his lips away from you first, wanting more of you. He kisses on the side of your face and down to his neck, burying himself there as he finally marks you as his. He turns the light on his hat off, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, before hanging it on one of the handlebars.

When he's sure he's marked your neck enough, he moves down to your chest, raising you up slightly so he can stuff his face between your breasts. He licks and sucks feverishly as his hands knead your soft skin, fingers playing with your nipples in the cool night air.

"M..Michael.." you whisper out, wrapping your hands up in his hair as you keep his head there, breaths ragged and uneven.

"Oh a boy could dream.." he says against you, kissing his way back up your lips before resuming his devotion to the mounds in front of him. You grind yourself against him faster, harder, the sensation driving both of you up an invisible wall.

"You don't have to dream anymore.." you say as your hands slide down his shoulders and to his back. "Never again actually.."

You cup under his jaw, leaning his head back because you simply cannot get enough of the way he tastes and him the same. Eventually your hands find their way between the two of you, wrapping around his length as you hold him there for a second, getting a good feel for his size, his weight, his heat.

"So that's what you feel like after all these years.." you say against his lips, your tongue licking them as you start stroking him.

"Oh I don't think you felt anything yet.." he says confidently, his hand now finding your jaw to hold you against him. The way you two were exchanging carbon dioxide should be studied.

"Is that so?" you stroke him a little faster, your thumb continuously rubbing over his tip, your other hand fondling his balls and he nods at your question. His hips thrusts up and down in time with your strokes, biting down on his bottom lip at the feeling.

"F..f..fuck mamas." he moans out as he moves his hips faster and on another swipe of his tip you can feel just how much he's leaking for you. "Y..y..yeah, just like that."

"Any of those other stupid ass niggas you hang out with ever make love to you on a jet ski?" he follows up, snapping his head forward to make eye contact with you even in the darkness.

"No because no other man could get me to come out into the ocean in the dead of night with him." you breathlessly laugh, pressing your forehead against his. You knew how much he loved to have his ego stroked, even as just his friend. "You're so silly."

"So then I must be.. ah.. special then?"

"More special than you know."

You scoot further down the seat, trailing soft and wet kisses down his chest, to his stomach, across his happy trail, his length flush across your cheek as you stop to inhale the scent of him. The jet ski floats calmly in the water, not drifting too much off course. You kiss underneath him first before trailing your tongue up the entire length of him, swirling your tongue around the head before licking back down.

He raises his hips into the air slightly before settling back down, hissing through his teeth at the feeling of your tongue against him.

"I knew you tasted as sweet as you look." you tease before taking him all the way into your mouth and down your throat, swallowing him a few times before starting to move your head up and down. Slow and long sucks from your hollowed out cheeks make him grip the edge of the seat. He breathes out, groaning lowly when his tip rubs against the back of your throat everytime you bring your head back down.

He leans forward, the jet ski shifting under the weight of the both of you, but he reassures you that he's got you. He smacks and grips your ass, not letting go as you continue to work him over the moon. What was once just the sound of the ocean and your playful flirting is now just a symphony of wet sucking, slurping, and gagging noises.

His hands slide back up your back and into your hair as he moves your head up and down faster. For years he's chased this feeling in all the wrong places and now that he has it, he thinks he actually might explode. Your hands work in tandem with your mouth as you let him use you to your heart's content. He grabs both sides of your face, pulling you off of him, but you don't let him go without a loud pop, a thin line of spit keeping the two of you connected.

He leans forward as far as his spine with let him, kissing you sloppily and getting a taste of himself. His hands slide under you, playing with your tits once again. You're slick as you grind yourself against the seat, the both of you moaning into each other mouths. You pull away first this time, putting him back in your mouth.

The pace you set is brutal and unforgiving as you're determined to have him finish inside of your throat. Spit forms at the corners of your mouth, coating his dick more and more and making a mess of your hands and his thighs.

"Fuck my throat." you say as you pop up for a breath of fresh air cause he's really gonna go to town now.

"You sure?" he asks, his thumbs caressing the side of your face. "I don't wanna hurt you, ruin that sexy little voice y'got."

"Mhmmmm." you say as you take him to the hilt, hand wrapped firmly around his balls and massaging.

"M'gonna stand up okay? Promise we won't tip over." he chuckles. You nod and let him stand up without taking him out of your mouth, your tongue doing slow but firm swirls around him. His knees buck slightly on standing, but he quickly grabs a handlebar behind him, steady himself and pushing himself back upright.

He uses a single hand to hold the top of your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. You hollow your cheeks again, giving him more suction and he grabs a fist full of your hair, speeding up. Using your core, you grip his thighs instead of holding onto the seat, your nails digging into him.

"M'pretty best friend.." he moans. "You're so pretty, y'know that? I don't even need to see you to tell you how pretty you are. You're so pretty baby."

You moan at his words and you wished at this very moment that he was buried deep inside of you. Patience. It's coming. The vibrations that ripple off your soft lips send him into a frenzy and he forgets that he's a gentleman. He fucks your throat like he's no longer in control of his own body, your gags and moans only spurring him on further.

With every brush of your nose against his pelvis, your clit throbs harder and harder, your hole clenching and unclenching around nothing. A bunch of expletives and praise spill from his lips as his balls tighten and un-tighten. You slide your hands up his thighs and to the back of him, gripping his ass firmly and if you could see him clearly, he was blushing.

"M'gonna cum all in that pretty mouth and all over that pretty face." he promises, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks down on what he can see of you. "Then m'gonna make you cum all over this dick."

He leans forward to smack your ass again and that final gag spilling from your throat sends him over the edge and he starts to spurt into your mouth without warning.

"Mmm fuh.. shit.." he pops himself out of your mouth, holding you by your jaw close to him as he strokes himself the rest of the way to completion. You stick your tongue out, capturing some of his essence there while the rest splatters across your face. He doesn't wipe any of it away or even let you swallow it all before he brings you up for another breathtaking kiss. You steady yourself and hold onto his hips as you kiss him back.

"Mikey baby.." you whimper against his lips. "Need you inside of me. Please."

"Stay on the jet ski okay?" he says to you, running his thumb across your bottom lip and you give it a kiss. "Just like you are now."

"Wait where are you-," he doesn't let you finish your question before he holds his nose and jumps into the water. He's only in there for a mere 5 seconds as he pulls himself back onto the jet ski behind you, hands instantly grabbing your hips and pulling you back towards him. He leans forward, the wetness from his skin pouring onto you like magical potion. He kisses your shoulders and across your back before whispering into your ear,

"You might wanna hold onto those handlebars."

"And what are you gonna hang onto?" you ask, your heart pounding in your ears. He grins as he runs his hands down your sides, gripping the small of your back before settling on holding your hips.

"Plenty to hang onto back here." he reminds you, smacking your ass for third time and so hard he might have actually left his handprint on you.

"Don't drown. Boat boy." you tease and you press yourself back against him further. He accepts your challenge, his hand snaking between your legs just to see how wet you are for him. He rubs around your folds first before his index finger finds your clit, taking gentle flicks.

"I don't mind drowning in you baby.." he sighs as he uses his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. "Not one bit.."

You grip the handlebars like he suggests, a low moan escaping your lips when he taps himself repeatedly against your swollen and aching heat. Slowly, but surely he begins to ease his way into you, a gasp escaping both your lips at feeling each other for the very first time. The stretch is almost too good to be true. Your walls welcome him like they knew he's always belonged.

"Don't move.." you say when he bottoms out. "Don't move.. stay right there.. I wanna feel every bit of you."

And feel every bit of him you did. The heat radiating off the both of you was enough to start a small forest fire. You felt every throb, every twitch, every pulse. His fingers massage the slightly above the small of your back as he waits for your permission to move, his breathing heavy and primal because he can feel every bit of you too.

He feels every squeeze of your walls, feels the way you grow wetter by the second, feels the way your body tenses then relaxes under him in time with his own twitches and throbs. Craving each other was a mere understatement.

"You're driving me crazy.." he says as he rolls his hips once, twice, three times even.

"I'm savoring every single inch of you." you tell him. "Because every single inch is more than worth savoring."

"You'll have all of me and more." he reassures you. "I'm yours."

"Show me then.." you finally give him permission and he gets to work. He imagined taking his slow sweet time with you for the first time, but the way you have him feeling, all of that went out the window. He isn't relentless though, not yet. His pace starts out steady, even, the snap of hips against your ass making you insane with love and lust. "Mmmph.. baby.."

"M'not gonna last long at all in you.." he says, almost embarrassed at the idea.

"Then don't.." you whine as you clench around him every time he tip grazes against your g-spot. "Fill me up again and again.. all night."

"I really will keep you out here on this motha- fuuuuck." he moans out when you start throwing it back on him to shut his cocky ass mouth up. He fucks you faster and harder, your tits swaying back and forth and man does he wish he could turn the sun on just for a moment. His hands grip under you now instead, pressing firmly into your pelvis as he's just shy of slamming in and out of you.

"What was that baby?" you ask, your grip starting to slip on the handlebars as he rocks your world and you chuckle and bite your lip when he doesn't respond and instead amps up the aggression on which he drives in and out of you. He hands grip your shoulder at first but then quickly make their way around your throat.

Using a few of his fingers, he tilts your head back slightly, your back arching in the process to drive him even deeper. He could tear through your cervix at this point and you wouldn't even care.

"Oh fuck baby!" you cry out as he starts to reduce you to a whimpering mess. "Mnnngh.. Mike.. Mikey.. Mikey.. ouuu fuck baby.."

"Huh?" he teases you back through he thrusts as he doesn't let up, the rest of his fingers pressing firmly into your throat, putting breath play on the table. "What was that mamas?"

"Right there baby.. right there.." you whimper, wanting nothing more than to reach back and touch him. As if reading your mind, he grants you your wish. He grabs your arms, bringing them behind your back and when you lay with your cheek pressed against the seat, he instantly presses his palm into the side of your face.

He's changed the angle at which he drives into you, his hips working as he pulls back as far as he can go without actually pulling out before slamming back to you. You're basically screaming at this point, but that doesn't stop him because he needs this. And you need it too. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs start to shake and your first orgasm catches you by surprise.

He can feel you gushing all over him and nearly loses himself in the process, the jet ski swaying side to side with his movements. He chants your name again and again as he cusses like a sailor.

"Damn.." he says. "Gonna be a messy ride back on this jet ski you keep gushin' like that. Making me slip and slide back here."

And then you cum again, quickly, this time squirting on him in the process. What? You thought that would slow him down? He fucks you through it, his own orgasm spilling into you without warning, but he keeps fucking himself into through that as well.

"M'fuck m'fuck m'fuck I-," he begins.

"Don't you dare stop fucking me." you tell him through broken moans, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes. You close them, fully taking him in as if already isn't guts deep. He takes his hand off the side of your face, resting them under both sides of you as he presses his full weight into you, rutting into you like a bunny.

You throw it back on him again as best you can, turning your head to face him and throwing an arm behind his neck as you lock lips, all moans, all tongue.

"Please can I just keep you here.." he whines in your mouth, circling his hips between his pile-driving.

"You know I'd love that.." you say back. "But I don't wanna be that couple that the sea police find.."

The two of you laugh and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head before getting back to work. He wraps both of his arms around your neck, his cheek pressed up against yours as he focuses on bringing the both of you to completion for the last time.

"I love you." whispers in your ear, biting on it and not letting go.

"I..Iiii..eyeee..eyeee." you can barely get out as you feel your third orgasm ready to consume you. "Love.. you.. too.. mmmm babyyyy."

"I know you do." he says, the tip of your ear still held firm between his teeth, but not enough to cause you any discomfort. And then you both shatter at the same time, your hips bucking violently back into him as he licks all inside your ear, both of your moans echoing off the water and into the open air. His hips stutter as he drains himself completely inside of you and your legs wobble ever so slightly, eventually coming to a still as the both of you try to catch your breath.

You really can't keep up with how much time has passed when you're out here in the almost pitch black, but in the distance you can hear the sound of a motor and what sounds like Jackie and Marlon.  I guess it didn't help that either of you didn't tell anyone you were leaving. You turn your head back to the left, still under Michael's weight when you see the lights from their hats and jet ski.

"Mike!" Jackie shouts. "Mike! Where are you and (name) man?! Y'all are scaring everyone!"

Michael sighs in annoyance that his peace with you is cut so short as if his brothers haven't gone out even further than he has to get their groove on. He gives you one more kiss before gently using your back to push himself upright, but he doesn't let you up and he doesn't slide out of you. Instead, he grabs his hat off the handlebar, turning the light on and putting it on his head.

Turning his head in their direction, he flashes the light in a signal that only they can decipher, but in their intoxicated state, have no filter.

"Oooo y'all out here fucking?!" Marlon asks as him and Jackie laugh, not getting any closer because that's something they don't really want to see. Michael groans and runs his hand over his face and you giggle.

"Aye Randy owes me 500 bucks." Jackie continues to laugh as he turns the jet ski around and speeds back off into the night.

"I think I'll buy us just a yacht for the future." Michael suggests.

"Orrrrr we could just kick them all off of this one.."

"I like the way you think." he pulls you up and back against him as he starts the jet ski back up, setting your hands in the handlebars and placing his over them. "I'll let you drive us back."

A Little Attention.

synopsis, what happens when a needy girl needs her best friend? hmmmm......

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The argument had happened earlier that evening, and neither of you had really gotten over it. Michael was frustrated with you, and you were frustrated with him, mostly because he always had a way of making you feel like you were in the wrong whenever he was upset with you.

“You always think you're right,” you said, folding your arms. You stood there pissed off, leaning against your white dresser.

Michael stared at you for a moment, his expression hardening. He didn't say anything at first, just looked directly into your eyes, his face tense as if he was trying to keep himself from saying something he'd regret.

“Listen tink, i'm not gonna argue with you.”

“Well, you're doing a pretty good job at it," you replied angrily.

His eyes stayed on yours. You stared right back, neither of you willing to look away first. Your chest heaved slow, but you didn't say anything, just continued giving that same mean stare. While looking at him, you felt your heart speed up. There was something about the way Michael looked at you when he was angry that always made you go quiet, even when you knew you had something else to say. His hands hung loose at his sides, fingers flexing like they always did when he was irritated.

The movement drew your gaze down, and there they were, those hands again.

Large....strong....

The veins running thick and obvious beneath his skin, disappearing under the cuffs of his sleeves. You knew exactly how they felt when they 'accidentally' would grip your hips, how his palms dragged over your skin, how easily his fingers could fill you up.

He always hand nice hands, they were perfect

The thought hit you hard enough that your thighs pressed together before you could stop them, but you just played it off as if you were still mad.

God, not now.

You needed to snap out of it. After what just happened? This should be the last thing you were thinking about. Michael noticed how quiet you got but didn't say anything.

Finally, he breathed slow and shook his head. “You know what? I'm gonna leave before we say something we don't mean.”

He walked to the door but you walked in front of it, purposely. He stared down at you, "Move, y/n." He said, bitter sweetly.

Yeah, he was mad. More than that, even. You could see it in the way his jaw tightened and the way he kept his eyes fixed on you.

“Or what?” you challenged.

Michael stepped closer, forcing you to hold your ground. Your arms were still folded across your chest, though they loosened slightly as you realized just how serious he was. His eyes flickered over your face, catching the change in your eye, underneath it all, excitement. He noticed your breathing had become uneven, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he simply shook his head.

“Move,” he repeated, firmer this time. “I'm not asking you again.”

You swallowed, then finally stepped aside. You walked a few steps away from the door, still hovering close to it.

“That's what I thought,” he muttered, walking past you. He eyed you before walking out the door, the door slightly slammed.

Now you were sitting alone in your bedroom hours later, still thinking about him. Michael was at a meeting somewhere across the city. You tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept going back to the argument, especially the way he'd looked at you. You hated admitting it, but you liked his attention. Even when it came with an attitude. After a few hours of debating with yourself, you reached for the phone and called him.

He answered after a few rings.

“What is it girl?” he asked, sounding annoyed, but he still answered.

You laid back in your bed, comfortable. “Nothing,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

“Nothing?” Michael repeated, clearly annoyed at you. “You called me while I'm at this presentation for nothing?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

He paused, after the argument, why would you need to hear his voice? “Stupidity,” he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He glanced off to the side, his lips pressing together as he tried to hide the small smile threatening to show. He was still a little annoyed with you, but clearly not enough to keep it up. “Ready to apologize?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. I did nothing wrong.”

He gave a quiet scoff. “You do a lot of things wrong, but you get away with it ’cause you think you’re too cute.”

Time to tease, you thought to yourself. “You really think I’m cute?”

“Don’t start,” he replied, already knowing where you were going with it. You could be a little cocky sometimes. His voice softened slightly, though you could still hear the irritation underneath it. “You shouldn't be calling me right now, I'm in a meeting."

"Then hang up.”

"...I'm already outside, told them i'd be back in 10 minutes." He then shook his head annoyed, behind his glasses he squinted as he listened against the phone. “You're something else.”

You smiled. “You miss me?"

"Not in the slightest.” He was quiet again, “Still thinking about earlier?” he asked.

Yes, you sure where. “Yeah," you said, fingers still petting against yourself slowly...

“So am I.”

You hummed slightly, “You are?”

“Of course I am.” His voice was calmer now. “You think I just walked away and forgot about it?”

“I didn't think you'd forget.”

“Then what did you call me for?” he asked leaning against the wall.

You hesitated before answering. You knew why you were calling, simply to hear his voice again. You liked hearing him get at you, getting all mad, looking at you like he wanted to put you in your place. You've argued before, but not like that. Not this time where you accidentally got turned on by it....

"I guess I wanted to know if you were still mad at me....”

Rolling his eyes, Michael shook his head. “I've calmed down, tink...” he replied, slipping in the name he would call you sometimes. Of course, he couldn't stay mad at you for too long. Petty? Yes. But actually holding a grudge against you? Not for long.

He walked in a small circle before he stopped, he heard something in the back, but didn't speak on it yet. But as you two talked more, the sound got a little more noticeable, your breathing, your stumbling over words, then it clicked in his head. His whole body locked.

"Y/n."

Your fingers came to a quick hault, "....Yes?"

He stopped walking but pressed the phone tighter to his ear, "Did you really call me out my meeting with Quincy, just so you could get off to my voice?"

Shit, maybe you got too loud. "No," you quickly replied retracting your fingers.

"Don't lie to me, I hate that."

"I said no Michael. The fact that you even dare to think of something like that is so nas-"

"Oh don't even," he said lowly. He leaned into the phone some more, "You think I don't hear that? You think I don't hear your breathing change every time I finish saying a sentence to you?" He asked.

There was now a small pause on your end, but of course, you loved it. Your fingers threatened to keep rubbing but you stopped. You kept quiet.

"...Funny enough, it changes the same way when I was talking to you earlier. You got something you wanna say to me?" He waited but of course no reply from your end.

"Trying to concentrate on cumming?" He mocked.

Your pussy got wetter when he called you out on it, "I said I'm not."

"Save it." Michael cut you off. He then looked up at the clock on the wall, 7 minutes until he needed to walk back into his meeting and pretend nothing happened.

"I'll entertain it, just this once..." he said.

After a while he spoke again, "Take your panties off, if you haven't already."

Before you could respond, your fingers reached for your panties. They lightly clung to your pussy from the wetness before being fully removed. You tossed them right on the floor and sat back against your pillows. "Now....now what?" You mumbled.

"Hm, don't know..." he replied sarcastically. "Whatcha wearing, I need a vision...."

You pressed your lips in a thin line, you then looked down over your gown. "Well...it's like a reddish gown, night gown, more like lingerie, I don't really have a bra on right now...." you stuttered out.

"Don't get shy," he told you.

You continued a little quietly, "It has thin little straps, it's pretty short on me....stops around my butt..." you told him. He hummed to himself, his eyes flickered along the wall. He started imagining you, laid on the bed in your pretty gown, in of course his favorite color...

"So, it's no different from what you usually wear when I come around?" he tilted his head. You bit the lower half of your lip while listening.

"Do you do it on purpose to me? Just for my attention?"

“…Don't know,” you admitted just as sarcastically.

"So now you don't know?" he asked you. Then a sigh left him, "Tell me the real reason why you called me. Tell me while you rub your clit, im sure its sensitive..."

So, you did, slowly but surely. Small rubs, small circles traced around your puffy clit. "I called you because... I wanted to talk to you...."

He hummed, "And?"

"Just that, just wanted to hear you..."

"I'll hang up."

"Please don’t oh my gosh," you muttered annoyed at him. "Youre such an asshole."

“You sure you should be talking to me like this after what you pulled earlier?” he asked, still a little pissed at you. He paused, taking a breath as he slowly calmed himself down. Someone passing by caught his attention, reminding him that they needed him back inside. Michael simply nodded. 'Sure thing,' he replied before turning his attention back to the phone, his voice softer when he spoke again.

"Still rubbing tink?"

"Yeah," you huffed, fingers trembling around yourself.

"Thats good...." he told you, "Now tell me more, why'd you call me?"

You rolled your eyes, but eventually just came out with it. “I was replaying what happened in my head between us, and well…when you got mad at me…” You trailed off, suddenly a little hesitant to finish what you were trying to say.

“Your voice got low…the way you were looking at me. It just—I don't know. I liked it.” You admitted it quietly, almost wishing you hadn't said anything the second the words left your mouth.

There was a brief silence on the other end. “God, you're crazy…” Michael sounded a little taken aback, followed by a quiet laugh.

“You actually liked me being mad at you?”

“Shut up,” you said a little louder into the phone, your face warming. “I didn't say all that.”

“You pretty much did.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't,” he said, sounding far too amused with himself. "If you did, I don't think you'd be touching your pussy, now would you?"

Well, he had a point, so you replied with silence.

Michael let out a quiet breath that could have been a laugh. His voice came through warm and low, almost tender. “Aside from this attitude you always have, you're being real good for me. Even when you’re all worked up and alone in your room.”

You bit your lip, pressing the pad of your finger a little harder against that sensitive spot just inside. “Trying to be...”

"Yeah, because you want something. I know you" Michael gave a soft hum, “Imagine I’m there with you,” he said quietly. “Dragging my fingers up there, watchin' you open up for me like I know you would.''

"....I’d tell you the same thing I’m telling you now, just go nice n slow. No rushing.” He let the words settle before adding, “Give yourself a little bit, just to let your juices flow, stroke that spot that makes your thighs shake....”

 A soft whimper left your lips as your finger pleased your own intimates. Michael stayed silent for a moment, loathing in the sound of your moans and pussy.

“I know, I know tink....” he murmured. “It’s hard to hold back when you’re thinking about me. But you’re doing so well. Just a little longer.” He paused, then asked, “What are you thinking about right now?”

“Your eyes, your mouth....your fingers....wanting you to touch me,” you admitted, voice trembling. “Wanting to hear you say these things while you’re actually here.”

"Yeah? Well slide one in, and curl it. That's what I would do, just curl my fingers in your pussy, giving it just what it needs, some attention."

You do it, your head pressing back into the pillows.

".....Then, I’d tell you how pretty you look. I'd make you focus on my fingers, make you watch it slip in and out that needy cunt..."

He listened for your breathing, and spoke again, "Go faster,"

"Fuck your fingers, fuck em."

A helpless whine was heard from you, your pussy still so slick and needy. "Mhm," he hummed hearing you follow his directions. A small groan left his own lips as he heard you on the phone.

"I'd tell you how much of a good girl you are, soaking up my fingers..."

You then sped up even more, letting a few more quiet moans slip out. Michael smiled to himself as he listened, "Just like that baby, chase it..." he said encouragingly.

"Chase that high..."

"Focus tink, I know you can do it...."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatened to slip past your lashes. Gosh this felt so good. Fucking your pussy to his voice, you wish he would come back to do it for you. Your own walls squeezed around your finger, your back arched in pleasure. You kept that phone real close to you.

"N'Just for fun, I'd kiss you. Would you want that?" he asks you softly. You nodded against the phone like he could see you, Lord knows he wishes he could.

"Yes," you say breathy, head still in the clouds.

"Then i'd give it to you," he said nodding against the phone. "I'd kiss you however many times, kiss you all ova that pretty face I love staring at so much..."

More...and more moans started to fill your phone line, all of which made Michael smirk to himself.

"You'd like that tink? Me kissing your tears away too?"

You imagined it, Michael's fingers deep In your pussy, occasionally hitting your clit too, his tongue slowly slipping between his lips to kiss and lick over your tears. It was too much for you.

"Fuck that pussy fa'me...." he told you. You were close, he could tell. “You’re almost there,” he said, voice low and warm.

“...When you let go, I want you to keep fucking that finger, don’t stop until I tell you..” He waited until your breathing grew ragged, then added,

“You can cum now......nice and quiet.”

A low whine slips from your throat as you press your face into the pillows, the sound turning into a soft, broken cry when your fingers hit just right. His name tumbles out before you can catch it. "Michael, please..."

"Yeah baby, you sorry now?" he encouraged, slightly groaning himself.

"Mhmghh-Michael," you cried out softly as your fingers slowed. You breathed slow as you slowly opened your eyes. Tiredly you grab the phone with you free hand.

''All better?" he asked leaning his head against the wall.

You let out a tired little hum, still catching your breath. "Yeah…" The word comes out small, a little embarrassed, but a smirk tugs at your lips anyway. "Thank you...."

Michael’s tone shifts, still quiet but laced with a mocking edge. “Mhm," he said.

He then glanced around before speaking again. "Y'know you sound real pretty when you cum...." You let out a quiet chuckle as you turned over in your bed.

"Try not to start another argument just to get my attention next time, alright tink?”

A soft chuckle left your lips, "Mhm, I won't" clearly a lie, you were already plotting....

"Sure, go clean yourself up, I gotta head back....Quincy's probably worrying why I'm taking so long."

“Mm, sorry,” you told him, slipping out of the bed to grab a towel.

“Be good fa’ me, I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go back to your very important meeting,” you replied, a little slickly, though there was a smile in your voice.

Michael chuckled softly. “Alright, smart mouth. I’ll talk to you later.”

You smiled while biting your lower lip, “Bye, Michael.”

“Bye, tink.”

The line went quiet with a soft click, leaving you standing there with the phone still in your hand. You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. Wonder what’s gonna happen when you see him again…

I am nawt good at dirty talk but I tried!!!!!!!!!! 🌚, no tags, if it finds you it finds you...

I just know he was such a golden retriever boyfriend, this is soooo girlfriend coded 🥺

Dapper Don!Mike Headcanons

Synopsis: A dapper don is somebody who's a boss— extremely confident, and always very, very well dressed.

Content: Fluff, 18+, scent kink if you squint?, lots of kinky stuff too idk

Author's Note: Saw a pic of mike and couldn't help myself, my boy was fresh to death 😫 I tried to figure out gradient text and couldn't smh I'm irritated pls help