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!

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I need a dream like this.

New Lessons

Michael Jackson x Black Reader

-summary: michael’s brothers hearing him absolutely tearing you up, standing at the door astounded by the sounds coming from underneath the door. inspired by this post by @kissmyglxck

-warnings: smut no plot, vaginal sex, thumb in ass, dirty talk, Michael’s brothers being menaces, not proofread

-word count: 1.3k

-authors note: hey guys, the realest nigga is back. i finished writing this at work. writing smut on the clock is so fucking goofy. hopefully i can finish more of my drafts during my hair appointment. send any requests/asks and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist🪼

When it comes to intimacy, Michael didn’t play around. He quickly learned that foreplay starts outside the bedroom, noticing this when you became noticeably wetter and more riled up than normal before he had even touched you. Private time and date nights were a given, nonnegotiable, but now he forced himself to be less shy and more outspoken, bold.

He started to give you massages at any time, not only when you had a long day. His long fingers started at the tip of your toes, making his way up your thigh until he found himself giving your vagina a massage. He had pushed his religious beliefs aside, face too deep in you to feel the guilt he used to feel if he even thought of doing more than kissing you.

He joined his mother in the kitchen more often, pestering her to teach him her techniques so he could make sure you’re fed. He always bought you gifts and little trinkets. Did little chores and errands for you just to take a bit off of your plate, even if he was incredibly busy, he didn’t hesitate to tell Bill to make a quick stop for his lady.

His words became more explicit, the shyness that usually rolled off of him fading when he whispered how bad he wanted to press his face into your ‘flower’ as he would call it, ‘pussy’ was too vulgar at this point. These words often times coming when you were sat around his family. The way you couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you started to flush. Though your brown skin didn’t visibly change color, the smile and warmness on your cheeks gave it away.

His brothers had become curious as to why you would duck your head and bury your face into Michael’s neck, or cover your face with one hand while fanning yourself with the other when he leaned in to speak to you. They had an idea, but could never see or hear any evidence. You two were careful — trying to avoid people being in your business — only having sex when everyone was out and the house had been triple checked.

Until today. Katherine and Joseph had gone out to some event. His sisters went to have sleepovers with their friends, and his brothers had been out clubbing, not expected to be back til late.

And it was late when they got back, incredibly late. The clock reading 3:00. You and Michael had been going round for round, your ovulation week somehow making you more insatiable than normal. Your teasing comments from the last round riled him up, needing to prove to you that he, infact, could take charge and dom you.

His mind went back to a conversation he had with his brothers, their normal bragging about the sexual escapades they embarked on.

“You gotta arch her back and really give it to her. Seeing that pussy get wetter and wetter is so sexy,” Jackie laughed, Jermaine swatting his arm and chuckling with him. “Maybe even stick a thumb in it.”

Michael’s face immediately flushed, trying to figure out where he was going to stick his thumb if he was already inside her. “I'm telling you Mike, she’ll never leave you alone you dig her out like that.”

He was thankful that he decided to listen to his brothers for once. Your full ass and hips perched high on the bed, heavy breasts swaying underneath you. Michael wasn’t one to opt for backshots, preferring to see the faces you made when he fucked you as deep as he could go.

Your cries and incoherent blabbering could easily be heard to anyone walking past the room. Sweat dripped from your hairline and neck, though the air had been running, it was sweltering hot in the room. The close proximity of his lean body pressed against your, and the heat radiating from him was enough to feel like you were in a sauna.

“You’re fucking the shit outta me, Mikey. Ouuu shit~”

Unfortunately for you, neither of you heard the front door open and slam shut, or the loud cackles echoing throughout the house, or the pairs of feet making their way up the staircase. All you could feel was Michael applying pressure to your other hole while he pounded your pussy deeply, the feeling becoming overwhelming.

It was hard to hold back the tears and weeps when you felt a wet glob of spit land on your hole, his thumb rubbing it in a bit before pushing his thumb in your ass. Where he learned that was unknown to you, but you tried to make a mental note to ask him later.

In the hallway, Michael’s older brothers stumbled to their respective rooms, still recounting their crazy night of endless shots and women offering themselves to the men.

“She was goin man! If only you could stop being a cockblock!” More laughter and hooting as they passed through the hallway, before coming to an abrupt stop, Marlon almost tripping over Randy. The banging against the wall paired with your cries and Michael's grunts made it very clear what was going on inside the room.

“Mikey please! ‘Can’t take it, it’s too deep” the bed bumped against the wall harder, definitely going to leave a mark.

“Just gimme one more, mama, and I’ll leave you alone. Doin such a good job taking allat dick, aren’t you, Tink?”

“Well damn,” Jackie laughed, proud of his little brother. “Guess I taught him well.”

The next morning, you were incredibly sore but satiated. Your backside still tender from Michael’s slender thumb entering for the first time. You had slept longer than normal, waking up to Michael smiling down at you, planting shy kisses on your forehead, tapping a rhythm against your back. He always ran cold, tucking his freezing toes under your legs since you were always warm.

“Morning Tinka. Sleep ok?” Your head bobbled around lazily, resembling a nod.

“Baby.. Who taught you that?” His tapping stopped, caught red handed. He knew if he pretended he didn't know what you were talking about, you wouldn’t go for it.

“I heard Jackie and them talking about it. Thought it would be nice to switch things up for you.” The blush on his face was something fierce, not sure if you would allow him to do that to you again.

“Baby, you fucked me stupid. Don’t think I’ll be doing much moving around today. Or the next few days.” His chest puffed up like a bird, proud to satisfy you.

By the time breakfast was done, you and Michael had been the last to arrive to the table, a limp in your walk and a proud smile on Michael’s face. Saying your greetings, you sat in the seat your man guided you to so he could fix your plate.

The smirks on the brothers’ face unmistakeable. Shit eating grins around the table. There were no other women around besides Katherine and she was completely oblivious as to why everyone was feeling cheeky. Janet, LaToya, nor Rebbie around to save you.

“Sooo lovebirds, how did yall spend your night?” This is a trap.

“Uhh we did the normal. Watched a couple movies and had dinner.” The brothers stifled their laughs, filling their cheeks with air to not let the giggles escape.

Jackie raised his eyebrows, getting your attention. Then, the no good older brother pretended to stick his thumb in his mouth, pulling it out then pretended to spread ass cheeks apart, making a popping sound with his mouth as he pretended to insert it.

Michael’s mouth fell open, you instantly hiding your face in his neck for protection. “Jackie, come outside, bro.” Jackie’s loud laughter only got louder, falling all over the place and smacking whoever was next to him.

“For what? What did I do?”

“We finna fight.” Michael was serious, too, catching him outside as soon as he could.

“she’ll never leave you alone you dig her out like that.”

Byeeeee — this was so fucking good.

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that’s all for now. have fun and happy writing/reading!

Backseat of my ride

₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Pairings: Michael x black!reader

₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Contains: PWNP, Mature era, explicit content, strong language, fingering, making out, pussy slapping(patting technically), super quick write, age gap(not stated but like…I imagined that)

₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Summary: Idk I was inspired by this video: here (MAJOR NSFW WARNING)

₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ A/n: Just something quick bc it came in my head!

Michael and Bill Bray over time ‧₊♡

I have just found. the COOLEST website???

Lost Kitchen Scrolls

It has a huge variety of historical recipes from different regions, taken from manuscripts, transcribed and translated, and a whole section of notes about the context for the recipe. It's really fun and I AM going to try a couple of these recipes.

Look at how this lamb recipe is presented:

This is just such a fun way to learn more about historical foodways and discover traditional cuisine.

Look at all the filters you can use:

Maybe if I can forage some good blackberries this year, I can make a 300 year old recipe for blackberry wine!

Anyway. Check out Lost Kitchen Scrolls.

His Favorite Lesson

Michael Jackson x Black!Reader

“You and Michael had just started being intimate and it was mostly in missionary where Michael stayed pressed chest to chest with you and couldn’t stop kissing you. 

He loved being able to see your pretty face and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

That is— until now.”

SYNOPSIS: Michael overhears his brothers having locker room talk about hitting it from the back and he just happens to have a very curvy, pretty girlfriend.

CONTENT: fluff, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, descriptions of female anatomy, overstimulation, oral, pre thriller!Michael but post OTW, era 1980

Song Inspo: She's A Bad Mama Jama x Carl Carlton

Taglist: @plan3tch1ld @delictezz @1andonlytashae @artflooo @man-in-the-mirror58 @sunshineyrosie @hiiisisteerrrr @narratedillusions @animegamerfox @mysterioussag @blameditontheboogie @vinnstarr @anonymou000000 @j5rneymercies @khxna @sayyoulovemeziya @ttangerinexo @cvntttyybumblegumprincess @loveismymessage @mvsticmoony @sugarysweetooth @cherrishkissed @thebabykashmere @naturallykae @moonwalkarchives @savagenctzen @silentonthedancefloor @leiserenityy @agenuinedegen (lmk if I forgot anyone)

his voice is so deep in this video, I cant he’s so hot ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

please let me have my man.

“please baby, please” IM FUCKIN THROBBING BRO

The tiktok girlies be eatin these edits UP honey 😫

Pairings: Perv!Otw!Michael x Reader

Genre:  SMUT!! MDNI!! Strangers to lovers

Warnings: Again SMUT!! MDNI!! My freakiest fic yet. PLOT WITH PORN, nawt the other way around. Religious themes. Blasphemy (?). Sexual repression/awakening. Mentions of J*e Jackson. Masturbation (m.) Weak upper body strength described as pasta. (That'll make sense later, I promise). Michael is a nymph, one that's overly easy. Reader is also overly easy. Manipulative!Michael. Mike's a certified freak, you hear me? He's lowkey (highkey) a creep. Loss of virginity. P in V (protected). Squirting. Oral (f. receiving). Michael puts reader in a headlock. Rough sex. (Mike tears that kitty up sista.) Floor sex.

Summary: Michael notices someone moving in across the street from him. She might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen. By his appearance, you'd never guess he'd be thinking about how many ways he could turn her out before the sun goes down. He'd also like to take her to dinner, but he isn't partial about what comes first. Chicken? Egg? He'll be eating either way!

W.C: 9k (whew! it's hot in here, sista!)

Author’s Note: I've left myself speechless honey. This beast took much longer than I expected (I just kept typing, this could have easily been under 5k. 😭). BUT, im glad it's here. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it! As always, happy reading!

-Love, B. 🤍

↪ The Archive.

18+ blurb: Thinking about Michael genuinely pushing you to ur limits. Now sprint with me.

Michael has your legs spread and draped over his, pulling you back against his chest so your spine is flushed against him. The large mirror directly in front of you mocks your completely broken state, along with the man responsible for reducing you to it.

Three fingers deep and four orgasms later, he hasn't shown you a single ounce of mercy.

“That’s it, pretty mama,” he murmurs softly, pressing feather-light kisses along the crook of your neck. “You feelin’ all of that?”

His long, slick fingers hit that sweet spot over and over, sending bright bursts of stars behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble uncontrollably, your mouth parting as your tongue lolls out slightly. Michael catches it in the mirror's reflection and uses his free hand to tilt your head back, pulling you into a deep, feverish kiss.

You moan softly into his mouth as an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over you. He shifts his hand from your chin down to your chest, twisting and rolling your exposed, hardened nipple between his fingertips while seamlessly picking up the pace below.

The frantic buildup is insane, almost unbearable. Your legs shake harder, and you pull away from the kiss, screwing your eyes shut as your senses overload.

Instinctively, you reach down to grab his wrist to stall his movements.

“Move your hand, ma,” Michael says, his tone quiet, commanding, but dripping with absolute devotion. “You can take it.”

A helpless wail leaves your throat as an intense pressure builds in your lower stomach. “I-I’m gonna—”

You start to thrash against him, but Michael easily snakes his arm around your waist, pinning you securely against his chest. A look of dark, excited fascination washes over his face as he watches you unravel in the glass.

“Let it happen, baby. I got you,” he coos into your ear, driving his fingers in with relentless precision. “Mikey’s got you, baby. Let it out.”

That’s all it takes. The force of your sudden, violent orgasm pushes his fingers out as you squirt heavily, drenching both of your thighs. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as your entire body contorts and shudders around the release. Michael immediately uses all of his slick digits to gently stroke your oversensitive clit, coaxing out every last drop.

When your body finally spends itself and goes completely limp, you let your heavy eyelids slip closed, allowing pure exhaustion to take over.

Michael looks down at your unconscious, peaceful figure, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head as he pulls you close.

“It’s okay,” he coos softly into the quiet room. “We’ll make you do that all over again tomorrow... but on my dick.”

He smiles against your temple, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Sleep tight, baby.”

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐎’𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊ᝰ.ᐟ

⋮ ⌗ ┆ What starts as a simple gift turns into a quiet, consuming obsession. When Michael buys a gold chain, he has no idea the chokehold it has over you, Michael realizes exactly what’s been on your mind all week and he’s more than ready to make you pay for keeping quiet.

╰┈➤ warnings/tags: hard dom Michael, sub reader, p in v, unprotected, little pwp, oral (fem receiving), no use of y/n, nicknames, sexual nickname usage, dirty talk, breeding kink, creamp!e, fluff, FILTHY ONCE AGAIN,

Tags: @michaelsfayvourite @kisscoqueen @t-o-pswifey @strawbevrri @onlyrebloggingprincess @swavydadon @vonxxivi @delicate-ray-of-sunshine @effervescentdeityofchaos @whyxo @megsnotokay

The fixation started the moment he brought it home.

He’d called you from Hayvenhurst, practically vibrating through the phone after a shopping trip with his brothers, insisting you come over right away to see what he’d bought. Missing your boyfriend terribly, you threw on your favorite outfit and hurried across town.

When he opened the front door, you didn't notice it. You didn't notice it when he pulled you into his arms, or when his lips pressed sweet and warm against yours. It wasn't until the very end, after he’d shown you every other purchase, that he held out the last box.

A thin, solid gold chain.

Your eyes widened as you took it in. It was simple, elegant, and unmistakably expensive. But as you looked up at the man holding it, your brain instinctively shifted into dutiful girlfriend mode.

"You look so handsome, baby," you murmured, reaching up to run your manicured fingers along his neck, resting your hands against the skin near his collarbone.

Michael’s arms snaked around your waist, his dark eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. "Yeah? You think so, pretty girl?"

That velvet-soft tone sent a sudden flutter straight to your core, making you want to squeeze your thighs together. You offered a shy, muted "Mhm," keeping the rest of your thoughts to yourself. At the time, neither of you realized the quiet storm that single piece of jewelry was about to unleash.

By the next afternoon, you were sitting together in his private studio. Michael had asked you to tag along—not to help or talk, but just to be a quiet, soothing presence while he worked through the noise in his head.

You sat tucked into the corner of the deep leather couch, completely silent, watching him sort through notes and lyrics.

He looked so focused it made you hyper-aware of every minor detail. When he worked, his face settled into this soft, earnest intensity, his brow slightly arched as his perfectionist mind went to war over every syllable. He erased a line, wrote another, biting his lower lip in concentration.

As much as you loved watching his creative process, your eyes kept slipping lower.

Resting against his simple black t-shirt was the gold chain.

Every time he shifted on his stool or tilted his head to listen to a playback, the metal caught the dim studio light, gleaming against his throat. It moved with his breath, rising and falling, riding low against his collarbone. There was something effortlessly magnetic about it, the contrast of the delicate, glinting metal against his sharp jawline and broad shoulders.

It drove you out of your mind.

When he absently reached up, running his thumb over the links while tapping his foot to an unreleased rhythm, your heart gave a sudden, heavy thud. You pulled a leather throw pillow tight against your chest, pressing your chin to it, entirely helpless under the spell of that subtle gold against his skin.

Suddenly, he looked up from his notebook. Catching you staring, he didn't break eye contact. Instead, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face, flashing those bright white teeth.

"Hi, Mikey," you whispered, your breath catching.

"Hi, mama," he replied softly, his voice a low purr. "C'mere. I miss you."

From that moment on, the chain became a quiet obsession.

Whether he was waking up next to you with messy hair or just sitting at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal, your eyes tracked every move that metal made. It only got worse when he wore unbuttoned collared shirts, exposing the dip of his collarbone and the top of his chest. You had to physically restrain yourself during every makeout session just to keep from marking his skin, knowing his father would notice and kill you both if he showed up to rehearsals or TV appearances covered in hickeys.

Michael remained completely oblivious to the internal war you were fighting. To him, your quiet gaze was just the way you always looked at him. He had no idea that every time he moved, he was setting off a slow-burning fuse inside you.

The rest of the family, however, wasn't as blind.

A few days later, you were lounging by the Hayvenhurst pool with Janet, trying to get a moment of peace before the rest of the Jackson brothers turned the water into a warzone. Janet, ever the quiet observer, leaned back in her chair. She was the one who had played matchmaker for the two of you in the first place, and she knew her brother better than anyone.

She took one look at you, watching your acrylics get nervously pressed against your lips as you stared at Michael talking to Jermaine across the yard and shook her head.

"You're staring again," Janet said, perfectly unfazed.

You opened your mouth to offer a quick excuse, but the words caught in your dry throat.

Janet adjusted her sunglasses and laid back down to catch the sun. "Thought so."

By the time the sky shifted into deep hues of pink and purple, the house settled down. You and Michael headed upstairs to his bedroom to change out of your swimwear and wash off the afternoon.

Michael was already shirtless, the gold chain hanging against his warm, bare chest. The metal glinted against his honey-brown skin in the dim bedroom light, a sight so stunning it almost made your heart ache.

He was unpacking the shared pool bag, setting things aside, and gently asking you to put your items away. You knelt by the side of the bed to tuck your sandals into your bag, temporarily forgetting that you were still wearing your damp, form-fitting bikini bottom.

You didn't hear his footsteps crossing the carpet behind you. What you did feel was the sudden, sharp sting of his palm connecting with your hip, drawing a soft, startled whine from your lips.

Before you could move, he stepped in tight behind you. You could feel the unmistakable heat and heavy press of his body right against your back.

"You look so good today, mama," his voice dropped into a relaxed tone. "Wanted to take this little bikini off of ya and eat that pretty pussy."

You positioned yourself with your hands on the bed, looking back over your shoulder and batting your eyelashes, suddenly a little shy at his confession. "Come eat it, baby, it's yours," you murmured, grinding your hips back against his hard-on.

That's how you ended up on your back with Michael holding your legs up, eating you out like a starved man on a mission. Your hands tangled in his hair, forcing him to look up at you as your eyes locked. He was working with such vigor it made you want to jump out of your body.

"Oh my god, Michael, so good, baby," you whined out. Your praises made him throb harder, driving him to push you over the edge.

His eyebrows perked up as he got an idea, his tongue moving in deliberate, familiar patterns—he was spelling his name.

"You eat your pussy so good, baby," you wailed out. Michael groaned, his breath hot and damp against your wet skin.

"Yeah? It's my pussy?"

"Yes, it's Mikey's pussy, fuck—"

You broke eye contact to roll your eyes back, but Michael gave your thigh a firm smack to pull you right back to him.

"Eyes on Mikey, baby, or I stop. I won't tell you again, you understand?" Your tongue lolled out a bit as you nodded dumbly.

Feeling yourself getting close, you tapped his face three times as a signal to hop up. He lifted himself, his chin and lips glistening, but looked at you with genuine concern. "What's wrong, mama? Too much? We can stop if you want."

"No—nothing's wrong, I want you to cum inside me." Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Thankfully his trunks were already off, his tip bumping against your clit.

Relief washed over his face, replaced by a low, devastating smirk. "Yeah? Want me to fill this pussy up with my kids, huh?" You both knew you were on birth control, but the talk of him making sure your womb was filled always made things so much hotter.

You nodded, biting your lip. He took his tip and slapped it against you a few times to tease you. Impatient, you started to whine, "Mikey, hurry up and put it in."

"Shhh, let me enjoy this, ma," Michael said softly, wanting to hear you beg for it. "Look at her, she's ready for this dick, mama ain't she? You wanna get stuffed?"

"Yes, please! Please stick it in—baby, I need it."

He slowly slipped himself in, making you feel every inch deep inside of you. His groans mixed with yours until he fully bottomed out. The stretch of him burned deliciously good as you adjusted, watching him place one hand on the headboard and his free hand around your leg, pushing you open even farther.

"You ready, ma?"

"Yes, please start moving—"

The air got knocked right out of you as he moved his hips, each deep thrust overwhelming you with pleasure.

"Oh baby," Michael groaned out. "Pussy so tight for me, huh? Love mama's pussy so much."

"I love your dick, daddy, give it to me,"

"You're a good girl, aren't you? Mikey's good girl... always love it so rough." His head was thrown back as he felt your walls clench around him over his words. "Pussy clenching cause you like it when I treat you so rough. No princess treatment around here, baby, huh?"

"I love it so much, Mikey," you agreed.

And right there above you, hanging in all its glory, was the same chain that had been taunting you all week. It glistened as it dangled in your face, and taking the whole scene in. His body, his flushed skin, that gold was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

"My baby looks so good with his chain on," you gasped out.

Even though you meant to say it quietly, Michael heard you loud and clear. He slowed down, giving you slower, heavier strokes as he connected the dots.

"My chain? What, you like how I look with it on?"

"Yes! Ungh, shit, fuck me... I love how you look with it," you stammered, so cock-drunk you didn't even care about hiding it anymore. "I've been thinking about you and this chain all damn week. You look so good with that shit on, hah, yes!"

Michael chuckled softly. "Is that why you've been staring at my neck all this time? You've been wanting me to fuck you with this chain on, and you just didn't know how to open that damn mouth—that's what it is."

You whimpered as he started moving harder inside, touching your cervix. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Mikey, fuck, drop that dick, please!"

The chain dangled right over your face, and instead of just watching it, you took your mouth and started to suck on the metal. Michael watched your mouth suckle on the gold, his eyes darkening as he picked up the pace again.

"Take this dick. Take this dick like a good girl."

The headboard started slamming against the wall. You let go of the chain to moan, "Shit, Mike—"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And. Take. It," he demanded, each heavy slam matching his words. "Mikey didn't tell you to stop sucking. Don't stop now, pretty."

You latched back on, sucking on the necklace as your legs started shaking violently. He was telling you to shut up, but his own moans were bouncing around the room along with the sound of skin smacking together.

"Spread that pussy and let me fuck it, mama." You held your legs up and spread them wider. "There you go, baby. Right there?"

You let go of the chain again to speak. "Yes! Dig in that pussy, fuck, daddy, dig in it!"

Michael hit the spot that made you see stars and didn't stop. Sensing you were right on the edge, he coaxed you through it. "You're gonna cum, aren't you? You finna cum for Mikey like a good girl, baby? Let me feel it, mama, let me feel it!"

"Shit, Michael, I'm gonna cum, baby—I'm cumming!"

"You cumming? Cum on this dick. Cum on this dick, don't stop!"

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook, coming hard all over him while he fucked you right through it to prolong the feeling. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he reached his own limit.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm finna cum inside that pussy, baby."

"Cum inside me! Gimme that nut—I want your kids so bad, daddy, fuck!"

"I'm gonna give you my kids, baby... you're gonna feel this dick."

"Yes, please! Fuck, I love you... I love you, please nut in me!"

Your words threw him right over the edge. Michael threw his head back, letting out a heavy moan as he finally finished deep inside of you. Seeing him completely lose his mind above you with that godforsaken chain triggered a second orgasm in you, making you clamp down tight around him as he poured into you.

Minutes passed in complete stillness, broken only by the sound of your synchronized, heavy breathing.

Michael remained collapsed over you, his head resting softly in the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling against yours. The gold chain lay warm and flat against your collarbone where his neck rested.

Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at the beautiful mess he’d made of you. Your hair tangled against the pillows, your skin flushed, and your eyes heavy-lidded with complete satisfaction.

He reached up with two fingers, casually flicking the gold chain hanging from his neck, a lazy, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"All this over a chain."