Secrets

Description: cowboy!michael and you share a little secret, just between you two.

Warnings: he’s a little older by a few yrs, a lot of dirty talk, good girl used, Michael cusses a lot, 18+, face sitting, sneaking around, age gap, dom!michael, sub reader, p in v sex, praise, black reader ofc.

An: I rewrote this like a million times but I wanna give yall something before this semester fries me 😭 💙 Being a junior bio major is nothing sweet.

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You were seated on the porch, the coarse wood eating away at the underside of your thighs. The shade you were under wasn’t stopping the southern heat from beating down on you, making beads of sweat build in between your cleavage, causing your chest glisten under the sun rays.

Latoya took a seat next to you, handing you an icy cold lemonade, paired with a striped straw, “Enjoying the view.” She beamed, watching the men continue with their cattle roping practice.

You grabbed it, feeling the cool drink relieve the nerves on your sweaty palms, “Hell yeah…” you said distractedly, your eyes on her brother.

This was the thing you and Latoya did biweekly, you two would hang out then decide to sit on the porch and watch her brothers and their friends cattle rope. Just scouting, as you two liked to call it.

In reality you had your eyes on one man, Michael. Although he was a little older than you that didn’t stop anything.

You loved the way his wide brimmed leather cowboy hat hung low over his pretty eyes, you especially loved how he walked and how his huge metal belts hung low just above his thick print that rested against his jeans.

Not even to mention right now as he sat on the horse, his veins in his forearms popping as he gripped the reigns on the horse with on hand and his other hand busy swirling a heavy rope with every intention to catch the cow. He looked so good, doused in sweat with no shirt, beads of the salty substance clinging against his defined stomach.

You watched how effortless and relaxed he was on his horse with his lips scrunched up with intense concentration. Making you press your thighs together at the view. You shouldn’t have been thinking like this, you knew it, but you couldn’t help how your body reacted to him.

“This is the good thing about brothers, they always being their cute friends around.” Latoya giggled, knocking you out of your daze.

You didn’t even notice it but you were intensely staring at Michael, playing with the straw to the lemonade with your tongue, lolling back and forth around it absentmindedly.

“Mhm…” you said distractedly, as you observed Michael now celebrating with Marlon, being that he caught the cow with his rope.

Latoya examined your wandering eyes, “Your doing it again.” She warned.

You feigned for innocence, your brows furrowing in a false concern, “What do you mean?” You asked.

Latoya rolled her eyes, “You keep staring at Michael, which is fine but I told you about him (name) he’ll break your heart, I wouldn’t even try it.” She advised.

You wrapped your glossed lips around the straw so you could drink the lemonade, “Girl i know….im not even lookin’ at him., it’s the one next to him I care about.” You lied, trying to act like watching her brother wasn’t turning you on completely.

Little did Latoya know you secretly were meeting up with him behind her back. You hung out with Latoya for a few then once Michael sent you a signal you’d find yourself getting fucked senseless in a hall closet or in his room as he forced you to be quiet.

Guilt did build up at times because you knew you had no business being with him and you didn’t want Latoya to think you were just hanging out with her to see him if she found out. But you just couldn’t get him out your mind, it was like you were under some spell.

Latoya smiled warmly, “Oh him..I can introduce you, that’s one of Jermaine’s friends,” she paused then got up, pulling your wrist for you to get up too, “I’ll introduce you to him.”

You panicked, not thinking the lie was gonna get you this far. Before you could protest you two were already making long strides toward the gates where everyone was cattle herding at.

You were met with a dark skinned man, his frame very muscular. He looked to be closer to your age than Michael. You swallowed thickly as Latoya introduced you to him, she did most of the talking while also making you shake his hand.

The man looked you up and down hungrily, taking in your delicious frame and your pretty face. His eyes were torn between where to look.

Michael was watching the interaction from afar as he went to lead his horse back to the stable. Watching you intensely for a quick half second as if he owned you, making sweat trickle down your back as you two shared an intense gaze. You knew that look, that was a look that said ‘I’m gonna handle you later’

“So I guess I’ll be seein’ you around then huh,” the man asked, giving you intense eye contact as Latoya left you two to talk.

You nodded, “Yup, sure will, me an Latoya will always be together so I’ll be around.” You said, faking interest in him while also trying to milk the conversation more without it getting awkward.

You hated that you had to cover up like this, just so nobody would know how deep your feelings were for Michael but there were a number of reasons on why if this little private affair came to the light it would be a problem.

To your rescue Latoya screamed your name for you to come back to the porch for a minute. So with that you waved the man goodbye, ending the conversation with you two exchanging numbers you were certain you’d never call.

You returned to the porch, “You hungry? Mamas got some food on.” She asked you.

You nodded, “I’d be a fool if I don’t get some of your mom’s good cooking.”

Latoya shot you a quick smile before bringing you into the kitchen area, “she’s got the classics on the stove tonight.” She informed you excitedly.

-

The night went well as dinner was served, the table was a full with all the Jackson family, with you at the table as a new addition.

You sat right across from Michael and coincidental things kept happening.

Such as you passing the garlic bread bowl to Michael and his hands kept brushing against your hands almost as if he was trying to tell you something. You thought you were looking too much into it because Michael didn’t even seem to mind you at all. One thing he was really good at is pretending, the way you two acted towards each other would’ve never crossed anyone’s mind that you two have a thing for each other.

After everyone was full of dessert, games were played once Katherine went to bed for the night at some part of the ranch estate.

All of the Jackson siblings and you were drinking and playing spades. The room was filled with hearty laughter and jokes that had tears rolling out your eyes.

Every once in a while you took a small glance at Michael, watching his lips curve into a pretty smile each time he laughed. You really hoped anyone was watching your constant eye fucking.

Once the night ended you were a little tipsy, making Latoya and Janet have to force you to stay the night so you wouldn’t drive.

“I swear, I’m not even drunk, Im well aware of what’s going on.” You protested with your arms folded.

Janet rolled her eyes, “Girl you’re not driving, it wouldn’t be right for you to even if you are aware.”

Latoya agreed, “Yeah, you can sleep in my room, like old times.” She winked.

So you gave in, deciding to sleep over for the night in Latoya’s room. After you showered she handed you a silk night gown that hugged your figure, making you butt poke out and your breasts slightly peak out the fabric.

“Sorry that’s all I have for you…” she said, noticing how tight it fit on your body, “I can maybe get my brothers to lend you a shirt if you’re uncomfortable.” She reasoned.

You assured her it was ok before you two both dozed off to sleep for a while.

That was until you woke up in the middle of the night, hearing two soft code knocks against the door, indicating Michael was ready to meet you in his room.

You glanced at the bright red digits on the digital clock that showed 2 am. As you and Michael planned before you waited 10 minutes before you got up.

Once that time passed you looked to Latoya who was sound asleep, snoring while entrapped in her blankets.

Being that the coast was clear you peeled off the sheets and walked slipped out her room, letting the door softly click behind you.

A wave of silence covered the house as you tip toed around the halls, not wanting to wake anyone up. You made sure your foot steps were barely scraping the wooden floors, moving stealthily.

So far at every bend and corner of the house you didn’t see anyone up, making you sigh softly in relief once you made it to Michael’s room, immediately walking in and closing the door behind you.

His bathroom door was closed, indicating he was in the shower so you decided to explore his room. Your eye wondered all around at the different types of Disney posters he had plastered against the wall and his little figurine shelves full of cartoon characters.

You picked up one of his pictures books on his shelf and opened it. Looking at the variety of pictures of different landscapes and silly pictures of his brothers.

A good fifteen minutes passed by as you stood and flipped through the book.

Footsteps creeped behind you, making your shoulders hunch as you slowly turned around, only to find Michael behind you as expected.

“Snoopin’ around my room huh?” He taunted, his soft brown eyes piercing yours.

He just got out the shower, his hair was still dripping with water droplets falling onto the towel that was wrapped around his shoulders.

Of course had on no shirt, just pants that hung low on his waist, showing the slight definition of his v line.

It’s been two whole weeks since you seen him and you just couldn’t help getting bashful around him, your gaze was avoiding his for a minute, your cheeks getting hot.

You almost choked on the water you were drinking, nervousness was beginning to swell in your stomach, “Just passing time…..” you said, managing to keep your voice firm.

His eyes looked over you for a second as he hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes browsed your figure, taking in how beautiful you looked after being awoken from your slumber, “You have no business walkin’ around like this .” He complained, his southern accent creeping into his words as he took the book out your hand and pulled you close, “Especially not in my room dressed like this.” He whispered, tugging at the fabric of your gown softly.

His voice was smooth like honey, almost addictive within your brain, making you want to just become speechless so only he could talk.

You gave him a defiant stare, one that looked like a poor attempt of dominance, “Well I had nothing else to wear genius, I wasn’t planning on staying. ” You quipped, giving him an intense glare.

A soft unbothered chuckle left his lips as he grabbed the hem of your night gown and balled it into his fist, pulling you close to him.

“I missed your sassy ass so much…..” He said as his grip on your gown tightened, “you been good fa’ me?” He asked, pulling you closer, letting your stomach press against his print that was prominent through his pants.

You let out a small squeal of surprise at his sudden pulling on your gown, “yes I have.” You muttered, bringing your lips to his as he bent down a little to kiss you. His lips mashing with yours intensely as if he was trying to show you how much he needed this.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving deep into your throat as he bucked his growing print against your clothed clit. Each thrust was sending pressure to your clit, making you whine into his mouth until he broke the kiss, “You missed me mama?”

You were breathing heavy and slightly aroused from his minimal touches, “Yes so much….” You whispered.

He brought his palm to cup your clothed pussy, feeling the sodden fabric mold in his hands, “Yeah I can feel ya’, this my pussy right?” He asked, his eyes displaying a hungry glint as he kept palming his hands against your pussy.

“Yes, it’s yours .” You moaned at the feeling of his warm hands against you.

He gave you another soft slap, the barrier between your underwear and the waves from each slap was making your toes curl, “Who does it belong to huh?”

You were trembling beneath him, “It b-belongs to you.” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for him to touch your aching sensitive bud.

“That’s right…that’s exactly right,” he repeated as he pulled you to the foot of the bed and went to lie flat on his back, “now come sit on my face and tell me about the week you had, I missed you so much .” He commanded with no hesitation.

You hesitantly took off your underwear before climbing onto the bed and hovering over his face, watching your slick drip onto his chin, leaving a messy trail.

“Mike I don’t think-fuck” you squealed, your sentence getting cut off as soon as you felt him grip your hips and immediately push you down onto his mouth.

His tongue flattened against your clit at first as he moved your hips so you could grind against his tongue. The soft ripples of stimulation forced broken sobs from your throat, making you completely bear down on his mouth.

“Right there, fuck right there.” You squealed, your head cocking back as his tongue swirled and swiveled against your pulsing clit.

Every once in a while he’d delve his tongue into your wetness and spread it against your clit as he hummed at your sweet taste, moaning as if you were pleasuring him.

He stopped for a second so he could speak, his warm breath now directly on your clit, “I gave you instructions,” he warned before going back to his previous ministrations.

You tried to follow his directions of telling him about your day but his tongue just felt too good, “I-I hung out with Latoya most of the-oh my God.” You moaned, your sentence getting cut off from the overwhelming pleasure.

At this point his hands weren’t moving your hips anymore, you had completely taken over, letting his tongue thrust inside of your walls as you ground your hips to let your clit brush against the tip of his nose.

He brought his hands to your nipples, twisting them through your silk gown. Making your mouth hang ajar.

The double stimulation was slowly hitting you, each time the pressure sending you closer and closer to your peak.

“I can’t-it feels so good.” You slurred, unable to keep everything together at once.

He hummed into your pussy, you could make out him saying, “Yes you can, keep talking ta’ me, you sound so pretty baby. ”he reassured you, his voice muffled.

With each desperate swipe of his tongue your words constantly became slurred, you could barely say what you wanted to say, all the pressure beginning to crash down on you.

“M-my day was good…oh fuck…Mike please, I’m cumming I’m cumming,” you squealed silently, covering your mouth as you swiped your hips against him faster, chasing the rolling waves of your orgasm.

Fluids gushed out of you as Michael guzzled every drop, flattening his tongue and slurping loudly as your thighs shook. He spelled his name with each lick on your twitching clit, coaxing more of your cum to seep on the sides of his mouth.

Yet he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not when you tasted so sweet.

Your clit twitched over and over as he wrapped his mouth directly on the sensitive bud and sucked it with intense pressure.

You tried to hover off of him, your pussy no inches away from his face. His hands grabbed your hips and held them still.

“Where you goin’……” he asked , his mouth muffled against your dripping pussy as he continued to suction your clit with his mouth, causing you to grab handfuls of his hair and pull it, but he didn’t budge, his mouth still moving. You bit the inside of your lip, certain you could keep quiet as you came again.

A breathy moan erupted from your throat as you squirt again, this time the rush of fluids that came out of you was stronger. You felt particularly weak. You attempted to lie against the head board to rest but Michael wasn’t having it.

“Nu uh….your gonna come sit on your dick…come on, it’s all yours to take.” He said smoothly, his eyes flickering at you directly.

He quickly pulled his pants to his ankles, freeing his hardened length from his pants, letting it stand up straight and twitch uncontrollably.

His milky precum was dripping down his veiny shaft as he pulled you down to ride him.

You slowly sunk on to him, the sound of your soaked walls coming in contact with his girth rung throughout the room. The stretch overbearing, making you whimper and Michael groan at how you were pulsating around him.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into the soft skin as you moaned the more you lowered yourself onto him. Your stomach was bulging already, making you think he was already fully inside of you.

Unfortunately for you he was only half way, making you huff softly.

“I know baby….almost there….just a little lower, yes-fuck-just like that.” He guided, his voice still soft and reassuring as he rubbed your sticky clit to alleviate the discomfort of his girth.

You hung your head back, your mouth was open, once you were sunk down onto him completely, “Your s’big…..” you whined breathily as you felt his tip reaching past your sweet spot.

“Uh uh, none of that, ride this shit like it’s yours.” He groaned, his voice severely strained as he gave you heavy eye contact.

You rolled your hips onto him, making your ass clap behind him with each grind of your hips making him moan into your ear.

His large hands snaked to your neck, providing light pressure, just enough to alter your breathing.

“Mmm…fuuuck…” you whined, feeling the overwhelming stimulation of him bucking up into your walls to match the way you were grinding against him.

Your walls sucked him in as your arousal was building on his shaft, leaking everywhere, making him cuss loudly.

His chest was against yours, squeezing your breasts as sweat accumulated on you both as temperature rose within the room.

“Mhm, that’s right, feels so good to be so full of me huh mama….yeah?” he asked, his eyes consuming yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure and choked out moans leave your swollen lips.

“Yes…s’good.” You responded shakily, grabbing at the arm that was being used to clutch at your neck.

His other free hand was occupied with your clit, rubbing in soft and steady circles that had your carefully pedicured toes curling.

“Good girl, take your dick, come on, don’t be shy, show me exactly how you’ve been imagine riding me.” He groaned, his hands gripping your neck tighter, making your breaths come out staggered.

“Been…imagining riding you just like this baby….just. like. this.” You said breathlessly, slamming your hips on him after each word, bringing yourself close to another orgasm.

His eyes were low and clouded with intense lust as you kept whimpering and moaning loudly, no longer caring about who heard you two.

He shuddered against you, trying not to cum too early, wanting to hang onto to being on the edge forever.

The bed was starting to creak with each slam of your hips against his as you bounced faster and more intensely on his dick.

“Fuck…” he whined, “you ride me so good, makin’ me so proud….” He praised as he slapped your ass.

Michael’s mouth was near your ear, moaning and whispering dirty nothings as he watched you fall completely apart on him.

Your walls clenched tighter against him as you tiredly rode him, your energy slowly leaving you.

Michael gripped your hips, happy to compensate for your lack of energy. He drove his hips upwards. His tip precisely hitting your sensitive spot in between your fluttering walls.

You clawed at his shoulders recklessly as you lost your ability to coherently think. The only thing on your mind was his thick tip almost kissing you cervix, going in deep.

“So deep…too deep…I’m gonna cum.” You cried as your tears welled up in your eyes as Michael greedily fucked you on his lap.

Michael put one of his thick fingers against your lips to shush you, “shh it’s ok…I’m right here…just breathe,” you did as he said and regulated your breaths, “ there you go, that’s my girl.”

That’s what did it, your juices spilled against him like a flood as you shuddered around him, your breathing now sporadic. His whole lap was wet with droplets of your cum clinging to his thighs.

“Look at you mama….oh fuck,” he moaned, as he pushed your head down softly so you could watch him thrust in and out of you, “losing my mind seeing you like this…I’m gonna cum.”

You squeezed your hands that were on his shoulders tighter, “inside.” You begged, looking at him with so much need.

Michael drove his hips upwards, harder and deeper into you, making you release a loud moan that you sure woke up somebody in the house.

You felt a soft rush of fluids painting your walls as Michael groaned softly. He was throbbing inside of you as your pussy milked him for all that he had. You slowly bounced on him, knowing how sensitive he was.

He grasped at your hips trying to stop you, but the over sensitivity was taking over his body, “Mama…slow down…im sensitive wait.”

You didn’t listen, instead you kept going, bouncing on him leisurely as his cum seeped out of you with each bounce. He was panting in your ear and whining your name for you to give him a minute until more spurts of cum attacked your walls, making him shake against you as you so reached your orgasm.

You finally stopped, your forehead slumping against his shoulders tiredly as you sat with him still inside of you. His arms wrapped you into a tight embrace.

“You’re dangerous….” Michael pointed out , his voice still strained from overcoming his intense orgasm.

You smiled weakly into his neck, drained of all your energy and sore, “And you love it.”

That night you and Michael layer together for a little while, enjoying each other’s presence after successfully not waking anyone up surprisingly.

After a while you left his room to go back to sleep on Latoya’s room with Michaels cum still stuffed inside of you, gushing into your panties with your mixed fluids.

Keep in the secret of what happened that night between you and him, with nobody ever finding out.

Studio sessions

Description: Michael invites you to the studio to teach you how to make music, which leads you ending up making something for his ears only.

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, studio sex, p in v sex, wall fucking, mutual masturbation (technically), Michael talks you through it, the word dick is used so beware, dirty talk, cussing, minors DNI.

An: just a short Drabble i made, idk how I feel abt it yall lmk! I also dk why im up this late but its ok 😭

You’ve always loved music. You loved how each chord could come together and create something euphoric and out of this world.

So when your boyfriend, Michael, asked you to come to the studio with him you were much obliged. Practically beaming for joy when he asked you. You loved watching his creative process, seeing how his mind churned to make the hits he created.

Any chance you could, you’d join him in the studio, when your schedule allowed it of course.

You walked into the studio, the lights were much more dimmed than normal. There was no Quincy or Brad in the studio this time, playing with the mixing console while Michael was behind the microphone. It was just Michael here.

He was sitting down in a relaxed state, his curly hair pulled into a loose low ponytail, and his slightly wrinkled plaid button down shirt was hanging open at the top, indicating his state of pure relaxation at the moment.

His notebook was scribbled with lyrics spaced out along the lines and the culprit of the scribbling was lodged behind his ear, resting there.

“Hey baby,” Michael greeted, swiveling the rolling chair around so he could wrap his arms around you, “glad you could make it.”

He pulled you into his lap, facing him, as you returned the embrace, your body weight now resting into his lap, “Yeah, traffic was a bitch.” You told him.

Michael chuckled at your remark, his smile warm and inviting, as he stared at you, almost as if he was in a trance, “If you weren’t so stubborn and let me send a driver for you then you wouldn’t have to deal with that.” He prodded, half joking but half serious.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I already have a car I’m fine.” You huffed, sounding like a broken record from how many times you’ve said this. Yet he insisted that his woman shouldn’t have to drive, but you were paying a hefty car note and for every payment you had, you were going to use your car.

Michael only sighed, backing down and holding up his hands as if he was surrendering, “You win, I’m not gonna start today.”

A cocky smile erupted on your lips, indicating you knew you were right before changing the direction of the conversation, “Soo, what’s the song you’re working on today, and where’s your engineer and Quincy?” You asked curiously.

“Well today isn’t about me, it’s about you. Im gonna teach you how to make music.” He said, rubbing your thighs in unfocused circles.

Your eyes widened, almost as if you couldn’t believe what just came out his mouth, “Really?” You questioned, thinking it was one of his silly pranks for a second.

You expected him to take his statement back and laugh at you but his face didn’t change once, indicating he was serious.

“Yes really, I know you love music so I wanna teach you how to make it, right here, just me and you.” He said, looking you in your eyes with a deep passion.

You hugged his neck,before placing sloppy kisses on his jaw, “Aw thank you.” You said happily, thinking about how thoughtful he is.

-

Michael had you on his lap still, your back facing away from him as he had one hand guiding your wrist letting you play with the mixing console, while the other hand was on your waist.

Your finger tips were planted against the sliders, sliding the little rectangular button up and down, “What’s this do?” You asked.

His lips were ghosting near your neck, his breath traveling down your nape creating a ticklish sensation, “This controls the volume, allows the engineers to change how the music sounds, to put in simple terms. Play around with it, I have tape in you can play with.”

You hummed softly, feeling his lips travel down your neck. Then his tongue following, softly gliding along your skin, making you crook your head the side opposite of where he was kissing you at. Your hands stopped moving against the mixing console, as you melted against him.

“Michael……” you moaned, feeling the sensation of him sucking on your neck.

“Keep going mama, you’re not done learning.” He whispered, knowing full well what he was doing.

The tape was whirring in the machine, waiting for you to turn up the volume. So you did, hearing just a simple percussion as you turned up the knob.

His hands were still rubbing up and down your thigh, getting close to your aching core.

“L-like this?” You whimpered out, feeling his hands dig into your jean shorts , brushing against your clothed pussy.

“Yes just like that baby …now you can move the sliders up and down, you can change the bass you hear and the treble.” He praised, still continuing with his persistent actions of sucking on your neck and teasing your clit, making you feel like jelly against him.

The percussion was sounding more and less distorted the more you played around with the sliders, moving it up and down.

You closed your eyes, pausing from playing with the mixing board as you felt his index and middle fingers press against your aching clit through your underwear.

“Baby….” You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence as his rubbed your clothed clit softly, feeling the wet patches in your underwear become prominent.

Michael hummed innocently, “Hmm? What’s wrong,” he paused hearing the pants in your breath, listening to you struggle, “just focus baby you’re doing so good.” He praised, his voice low and full of desire.

You weren’t even thinking, your brain absolute mush from his lips on your neck and the teasing of your core. Nothing about this studio session mattered anymore, all you wanted was his touch. You weren’t even thinking, you were so consumed by him you didn’t even listen to how the sliders were effecting the tape.

“I-I can’t…..” you moaned, as you felt his fingers more your panties aside as he kept his thumb on your clit and let his thick fingers glide into you.

A wet squelching noise was erupting from your pussy, the sound louder than the tape that was running.

“You can’t what? Hm?” Michael asked teasingly, trying to feign for innocence like his fingers wasn’t almost knuckle deep inside of you.

Your back arched against him, as your head fell back against his shoulders from the feeling of him curling his fingers against your walls.

“Nu uh…..you gotta keep going baby you’re doing so good with the tape.” He whispered, using his free hand to pull your head back up so you could focus.

All you could do is pathetically whimper as a response.

Your walls were clenching around his fingers as you brazenly soaked his whole lap, your arousal seeping through your underwear and jean shorts.

You tried to follow his instructions, playing with mixing controls, not caring how the tape sounded at the moment, you only could think about the way his hands curled into you over and over, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

You gripped his wrists, your hands no longer on the control board as you felt the tension in your stomach unraveling. Filthy moans were leaving mouth, becoming high pitched indicating to Michael you were close.

“You cummin for me?” He asked, knowing full well the answer to that already.

You nodded, “fuck yes I’m cumming..don’t stop.” You pleaded while sinking your hands into his wrist, whimpering nonsense.

Michael kissed your nape softly, “Go ahead baby, I’m right here, cum all over me.”

As if on command you did, creaming on his fingers as you shuddered, falling apart against him with a loud moan.

As you came down from your intense orgasm his hands slipped out of you before sticking your arousal into his mouth, tasting you on his tongue.

All they could be heard was your quiet breaths as the tape still droned on in the background.

“You’re crazy…” you mumbled as you rested your body against him.

Michael was still touching you, like he hadn’t seen you in weeks, chuckling at your statement, “Well you’re really gonna think I’m crazy in a second.”

His hands were cradling you from the front to grope your breasts, twisting your nipples through your shirt, being that you decide to wear no bra.

You closed your eyes, leaning your back against him more with each roll of your nipples through the thin fabric, “try me.” You breathed out, curious on what he had planned next.

“The next part is the part where we make music.” Michael said, his voice getting low and suggestive.

Your brows furrowed, as you turned your body to the side on his lap to face him, “how do we do that?”

A sly grin overtook his glossy lips as he tapped your thigh, motioning you to get up.

No words were said at this moment, just rushed movements of him pushing you into the enclosed booth. The only word he said was, “Wait here.”

You watched him through the window, fiddling with the mixing board before putting in a blank tape, letting it run.

He came back into the booth, closing the door behind him as he pulled you into a deep kiss, backing you against the sound proof wall, keeping you inches away from the microphone. Just far enough to get the microphone to pick up you twos voices and sounds.

He explored your mouth, your tongue intertwining with his as you nastily made out with him. He pulled away from you, his eyes watching you darkly.

“We’re gonna make something just for us to hear,” he groaned, as he grazed his fingers against your cheek, “Take everything off, let me see how pretty you look.”

You did as he said peeling off some of your clothing, letting it pool beneath you, “your so pretty mama, and all mine.” He complimented, making your body temperature get hotter than before.

He got impatient and began kissing your soft lips again while also shedding off your clothing as you also returned the favor for him.

You both were naked and beaming with lust, tension thick in the stuffy booth as you reached to grab his pulsing length, barely able to wrap your hand around all of it as you kept your thumb against his slit, rubbing it softly.

He tensed at your touch, moaning softly at the stimulation from your warm fingers and palm, as he brought his hands to your sticky folds, the both of you pleasuring each other equally. Fighting to see who could get to brink first.

“Listen to how good we sound together...” He moaned, his voice sounding strained as you increased the pace you stroked him at.

A pained expression framed his face as he tried not to cum too soon, while whimpering softly, pulling your hand away from him.

He was twitching with need, his tip glossy with precum as he pushed you against the wall and teased your pulsating entrance with his tip.

One of his hands was next to your head, planted against the wall for support as he slowly guided himself into you, letting your walls stretch to accommodate him.

The burning sensation was overbearing but felt so good, making you gasp loudly and grasp at his arm that was planted next to you.

“Yes,” you hissed, dragging out the s as you closed your eyes, fully immersed in him.

His hips connected with yours, indicating he was fully unsheathed inside of you as your walls sucked him in tightly making him grunt.

“Look at me, watch me fuck you.” He moaned, using his free hand to push down on your stomach slightly, adding onto the pressure.

You looked down, watching how your cream clung to his dick, as he slowly slid in and out of you as he repeatedly brushed your cervix, your moans elevating. You were sure the microphone was catching all of this.

From the intense slapping of your skin against his, the squelching sounds your pussy was making, and the symphony of you and Michael moaning, babbling dirty things to each other.

“That’s right, moan for me…so when I’m on tour I can remember how my baby sounds, cumming on my dick.” He whimpered, his fingers gently rubbing your clit.

You were loosing it, your mouth was agape, as more choked moans came out your mouth as you tried to take the heavy force from his fast paced thrusts paired with the overstimulation you were feeling.

“Oh fuck…” you breathed out, your vision spotting, as you no longer cared about how loud you were being as you came, your body gyrating crazily from your orgasm as your walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper in you.

“You’re sucking me in baby-fuck….your pussy s’good.” He slurred, his words becoming conjoined as he neared his orgasm.

Tears were welling in your eyes as the pleasure began to be overbearing, in a good way, attacking your body all over.

You weren’t sure what turned you on more, the fact that there was a tape recording you two or how vocal Michael was getting with his moans. Constantly saying your name as if it was his own.

He was breaking apart completely in front of you, chest heaving as he quickened his strokes.

Michael’s hips stuttered, his strokes beginning to lack calculation like before, “Baby….,” he whined, losing his composure, “im gonna fill you up, stuff you so full of my cum, you want that right?”

You nodded, mind blank from overstimulation, “Yes please, I wanna leave here full of you.” You moaned, only fueling the fire.

Those words is what did it for him, as he released his cum deep inside of you with a raspy moan, making you also get to the edge as well, digging your nails in him.

He pushed every drop of his cum inside so it wouldn’t overflow out of you so quickly.

“Fuck,” he gasped, breathless, “cmere.” He said, pulling you into his naked embrace, his dick slapping against your stomach as he hugged you, repeatedly kissing you in his forehead.

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your skin.

You smiled weakly, your hands around his neck, “Love you more.”

Silence settled in between you both, as the tape still ran, catching every labored breath.

-

Soon as I get home

Description: thriller era Michael has to make things right with the reader after partially going MIA during the victory tour.

Warnings: fingering, makeup sex, oral!fem receiving, a lot of plot so beware, smut, p in v sex, praise, good girl used, reader is a ballerina, squirting, fluff, vibrator play, massage, this is freaked out and long to beware, cussing, black reader ofc!

An: Idk what’s up with me doing fics based on songs but this fic is based on the song Soon as I get home by Faith Evan’s. Ngl this is long but I promise there’s smut throughout . Excuse spelling!

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Here you were in the dance studio again, this time all alone on a Saturday morning. Rays of gold sunlight poured into the studio space windows, casting a buttery glow on your melanin infused skin as you stretched in the butterfly position.

A soft melody played in the background, the symphony of piano keys came together to create the classical music you were hearing from the record player nearby.

This was pure bliss for you.

Nobody bothering you as you perfected your craft of ballet. Which was something you were immensely talented at.

A gift that made you thousands of dollars and high demand for broadway shows and to teach at different prestigious academies, all at the ripe age of 22.

You were highly respected and sought after, making you very well known in the dance industry.

Your peaceful morning immediately came to an end once someone came in to join you, it was no other than the world famous Michael Jackson and his body guard, Bill.

The soft clack of his loafers knocked against the bruised wooden floors as he stood in front of you.

A soft sigh of false irritation left your mouth yet you didn’t acknowledge him, you just moved to a different stretch position, letting him speak to you first like you always did.

Everyday while he was on his way to practice choreography for his thriller video he had planned he’d stop by to see you. Always playfully bothering you and flirting with you shamelessly.

It always humored you how you’d constantly shoot down his flirting attempts yet everyday he’d come talk to you with that same fire and boyish passion in his eyes, not giving up on building a connection with you.

Even though not everyday he asked you to go out with him, he spoke to you just to hear about your day and to hear you complain about life.

Over the weeks he got to know you and you got to know him. He loved to hear about your goals and ambition, he just couldn’t get enough of your voice.

Sometimes though he’d ask how your day went and the usual day to day conversation before soft launching going with him on a dinner date before you shot him down.

Surely you were attracted to him, he was handsome in every way possible but you couldn’t deny giving a good chase , not caring about his social status and fame.

And that’s partially why he liked you, he liked how normal you treated him. He liked that you didn’t bow to him like most people did.

He liked how you treated him like a human and nothing less or more than that.

What he truly cherished was the late night talks you two would have after being in the studio until 1 in the morning. He always would come find you after taking short breaks not even for his own health just to talk to you some more.

“Hey,” he greeted, nervously shoving his hands into his pockets, “didn’t expect to see you here so early. Working hard per usual huh.” He said, attempting to make friendly conversation.

You nodded, now positioning your body into a front split, “Yup, trying out for another show in a few months, gotta be in peak condition ya know.”

Michael nodded, understanding you all too well, “I’m sure you’ll do wonderful , you’re already amazing.” He said enthusiastically as he watched you stretch your body in awe.

“Thank you honey,” you replied, the word honey rolling off your tongue, making Michael’s heart skip a beat, “How’s the choreo coming along? Must why you’re here this early too.”

Michael was still in the past few minutes, dwelling on how good you sounded calling him honey.

He just barely heard anything after that.

Although you used that word for everyone he just couldn’t let go of you calling him that.

“Earth to Michael.” You teased, trying to get his attention as you looked up at his dazed and flustered state.

He immediately jumped back into the conversation, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, “Yeah…..uh…the choreo is great, it’s coming along nicely. I just feel so sore after hours of practice.”

You were finally done stretching on the ground, now going the wooden Barre to stretch some more, “Oh I bet, i have a proposal for you to help with soreness, that’s if you want it.”

His brows raised slightly, watching you sling your left leg onto the barre, your toes pointed.

“And what could that be?” He asks curiously, as he brushed his hands against the firm wood that made up the barre, standing some inches next to you.

You smiled, “Stretch for about twenty minutes before you start, might help, and yoga is good for releasing tension.”

He nodded, seeming like he was going to consider each word, “Maybe you could teach me some yoga poses one on one.” He proposed, a bright cocky grin flooding his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully, brushing him off, “In another lifetime.”

Michael already knew your answer would be no but it was worth the try. He was too cocky to let go.

He had an amused grin on his face, “When are you gonna let me take you on a date? It’s only a matter of time until I won’t be able to see your pretty face anymore…”

This time you were off the barre completely, now going to get a sip of water from your water jug. He followed you, wondering what your answer would be. Expecting a no.

Your pull on skirt sashayed side to side over your baby pink leotard as you walked to the side of the studio with Michael trailing behind you.

Brief silence and anticipation built up as you took a swig of water, taking an extra long gulp of the water before finally capping the water bottle and facing him.

“If you took me on a date, hypothetically, where would we go?” You asked, testing him.

Michael had a small slither of hope resting in his pupils, being that you never asked him that.

He smacked his lips, “Now why would I tell you that? It’ll ruin the surprise, all I’d tell you is what to wear.” He reasoned.

Your gaze lingered on him for a second before finally speaking, “Ok well then surprise me next weekend.”

His eyes widened for a millisecond, before locking in immediately, “Oh yes, is next Friday at 8pm good?”

You nodded and grabbed your pointe shoes, stuffing them into your bag before slinging the bag over your shoulders.

“I’m gonna go eat something light, see you around ok?” You said, as you tapped his shoulder lightly, brushing past him to go do what you said.

Once you left he immediately began excitedly jumping up and down, consulting with bill, bragging about how he just did something nearly impossible.

Which was pulling you for a date.

-

Location: Marina Del Ray, Los Angeles County

Time: 8:00 pm

The California evening breeze brushed against your skin as you two sat at an outdoor table, looking overhead at the scenery of the calm ripple of the water. Which is now reflecting the dark hues of the night sky, sparking under the moonlight and tiny star sky.

Yachts and boats were coasting against the waterfront, not going anywhere in particular.

As much as you didn’t want to admit, Michael really outdid himself with this date.

He started off the night right with a bouquet of flowers that were given to you by his driver, with Michael’s initials on them. He then brought you to the restaurant you’ve been trying to get reservations for since you moved here. He bought out the whole restaurant venue for the night so it’ll be just you and him.

You weren’t sure if he remembered you talking about this restaurant during his random stop bys at the dance studio or if he just had a lucky pick.

Either way you were grateful.

During the entire date you and Michael talked endlessly about different topics. This was rare for you to be able to never run out of things to talk about with a man. You truly learned how smart and knowledgeable Michael was on a plethora of things.

“So…tonight wasn’t so bad was it?” Michael asked as he sipped some of his orange juice that he ordered.

You shot him a warm smile, “It’s beautiful Michael, this view is something else.” You said, staring out into the void of the night.

Michael was too busy staring at you, “Yeah this view right here looks great.” He said distractedly, taking in your soft features.

You looked stunning. Your hair was down tonight instead of the tight bun it was always restricted in. The curly strands all clinging against your moisturized shoulders. You wore a nice white dress that exposed your back, making Michael lose his mind since he laid eyes on you tonight.

You chucked, once you caught him staring at you with such admiration, “I see we’re talking about two completely different things.”

“I mean the sea is nice but you just look way better.” He complimented, keeping his heavy eye contact that had you folding. Your heart pounding against your chest as the tension between you two staring began to eat you alive.

His eyes were one of the features you loved the most about him, they always did something to you.

Before you could thank him for his compliment the waiter brought in dessert.

He had a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and another waiter brought a rolling cart with a mini chocolate fountain on it.

“Hello, hope the evening is treating you two well, as a thank you to you Mr.Jackson we want to give you this signature dessert on the house,” the waiter announced as he placed the strawberries in front of you and Michael.

“Oh wow. Thank you so much, you all are so kind.” Michael said with surprise lacing his voice.

The waiter bowed before leaving the table, leaving the chocolate fountain for you two to use.

Michael immediately dug in, dipping his strawberries into the fountain before plopping one in his mouth. He noticed you didn’t get any. “You don’t want any? You full?” He asked, his mouth full of the red chunks of fruit.

He looked crazy, making you cover your mouth to laugh at him before responding, “No it’s just I have on white, I don’t wanna take that risk.”

He nodded before swallowing his food, “Oh no you’re missing out, this are the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted.”

He immediately put another strawberry into the chocolate fountain and then placed chocolate dipped fruit towards your mouth.

“Open…” he commanded innocently. Yet those words did something to you, your mind going left at the intimacy of this moment. He sensed your hesitation, “I promise I won’t ruin your pretty dress.”

You smiled, reaching a slim point of vulnerability. So you opened your mouth, allowing him to place the strawberry into your mouth. You hummed softly at the sweetness from the juices and the chocolate mashed together.

Juice began to run down the corner of your mouth but Michael stopped it, his thumb wiping the juice off before bringing it to your mouth for you to suck on it. Your tongue brushed his thumb, swirling around it tasting the watery strawberry juice on your tongue.

Michael’s breathing quivered as he felt you suck his thumb, making him lose his train of thoughts as heat rose on his cheeks before pulling it out your mouth.

“That was really good…damn…you were right,” you said, bringing him back to reality for a second.

He studied you for a moment, wondering how you could do something like that and act like nothing happened, like you didn’t just suck his thumb in a suggestive way that had him hardening in his pants.

“Yeah I’m typically never wrong.” He said smoothly, trying to show no changes in his composure. As if his heart wasn’t pounding against his chest and sweat was building on his forehead.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Boy please.”

Earning a nervous chuckle from Michael as he continued to feed you strawberries.

-

After a you two finished your dessert Michael asked for the check before promptly bringing you outside to his car. You two stood around for a moment, just basking in the night air in the parking lot.

You stared into Michael’s sparkling eyes, his pooling into yours. The barrier of personal space is broken, you two were barely three inches away from each other.

“Tonight wasn’t half bad. I really enjoyed myself. Thank you.” You said sweetly, as you rocked back and forth on your heels, smiling.

Michael smiled shyly as well, “Of course, I enjoyed myself too, I love talking to you. Just don’t disappear on me after today.”

You chuckled lightly, pulling him closer by his blazer, “I’ll think about it.” You joked.

He laughed as he caressed the side of your face while his other hand was respectfully on your waist, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, leaning your head so he could reach your lips easily. His mouth connected with yours, dominating your lips as he pulled your body against his. Letting your warmth intertwine with his.

A pair of footsteps interrupted you twos make out session, scaring both of you.

Only for it to be bill.

“You two are very reckless, being out in the open like this. You never know what press is lingering around.” He interrupted, his face unmoved, showing no emotion or surprise.

Michael shot bill a bashful grin, “Well we were just leaving actually, in my car.”

Bill examined you two closely before humming in acknowledgment to his statement. Michael followed up saying he was going to be ok and was able to make it home safely for the night.

Michael opened the passenger door to his car and you slid into the passenger seat, waving goodbye to bill, causing him to tip his hat at you, giving you a knowing look.

After Michael got into the drivers seat he started the car.

“You kids be safe you hear.” Bill warned as he faded away while Michael backed out of the parking lot, driving into the distance.

It was now, 10 pm. The darkness enveloping the roads.

You looked at Michael, watching how he was hyper focused on the road. He looked so sexy, his brown skin glowing under the city lights, as his jaw was firm, accentuating his strong jawline.

“So where to next? You taking me home?” You asked curiously, propping your hand on the glovebox.

He smiled, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, unless you want me to, I don’t wanna keep you all night, I know your schedule is hectic .”

You secretly didn’t want the night to end, he was a joy to be around.

“No…it’s ok, I don’t have any other plans.” You assured him, watching a smile creep on his face.

“Good, I have one last thing I want you to see tonight.” He said with a slight hint of secrecy, as if he was hiding a surprise.

His hand rested onto your thigh, as music played in the background. Occasionally his fingers would thump against your thigh, matching the rhythm of the song. The vibration from each movement of his fingers was doing something to you. You were pulsing, feeling yourself getting aroused from his touch on your thigh.

For the first time tonight you weren’t making Michael flustered, the roles were reversed.

He noticed how stiff you were, your back straight as you attempted to steady your breathing, looking out the window for relief.

“You ok? Is it the incline that you’re nervous about?” He asked you with worry in his voice, completely oblivious to your flustered state.

To be fair his concern was valid, you two were steadily going upwards but that wasn’t what was wrong.

“No…I’m fine.” You insisted, your voice searching for some firmness but it wasn’t too convincing.

Michael’s eyes left the road for a second, watching you shift uncomfortably against the leather seat. Until it clicked how tense you were since he touched you.

He wanted to test the waters a little, not wanting to directly confront you yet. His hands slipped deeper towards the sensitive parts of your thigh, making it seem absentminded and not calculated.

His hands gripped the wheel tighter as he hummed the song on the radio. Every once in a while he looked out the corner of his eye, watching your breathing become more delayed as you let out slow breaths. As the car ride went on your legs parted some, little by little, giving him access. Slowly.

You felt dizzy. Thinking about nothing more than to have his hands all over you, the thought making chills roll down your spine.

you’re never the one to make the first move, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know what you wanted at this moment.

Once he felt you were flustered enough, he looked at you, this time directly giving you attention, “Can I?” He asked, wanting your consent before proceeding any further.

“Yes.” Was all you breathed out, still sucking your breath in. Your bottom lip was wedged between your teeth as you watched his hands rub you through your damp panties, building anticipation.

One of his hands was on the wheel and his other was currently creeping into your panties, reaching your enlarged clit.

His fingers rubbed the sensitive bud softly, making your head sink into the headrest of the front seat.

“Yeah baby relax for me just like that.” He whispered softly.

You were sinking into the seat completely enwrapped with how his thumb was on your clit and his three other fingers were scissoring your gspot. Your lips were sealed shut as you bit the inside of your bottom lip, trying to conceal your filthy moans.

“I wanna hear how pretty you sound. Please mama?” He begged, his voice cracking with need, wanting nothing more than to hear you moan for the first time.

It was hard to keep up with the concealment of your moans when his fingers curled upwards against your sweet spot while simultaneously rubbing your clit.

It started with heavy pants before developing into raw moans coming from your mouth. You no longer cared to be quiet.

It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road when you were losing it like this. Your wetness covering his whole hand as he held is unrelenting pace of his fingers.

“Fuck…you sound so pretty fa’ me, that’s right just let go. Good girl.” He praised as he watched your back arch off the seat.

You grabbed at his wrist, feeling that familiar feeling build in your stomach, “…I’m about to cum.” You moaned aloud. Warning him about the possibility of you ruining his seats.

“It’s ok, I want you to make a mess, give me all of it.” He cooed as your chest was heaving, and your stomach sucked in.

Your body shuddered beneath his hands as you squirted against his fingers, dampening his seats. He took his eyes off the road, watching your mouth open wide as needy moans left your mouth, fueling his hard on that’s been throbbing against the inside of his pants the entire night.

Your eyes were shut for a moment, still rolling in the after shocks of your orgasm. He brought his fingers out of you, fixing your panties how they were before, giving your clothed pussy a little pat after sucking his fingers greedily.

Your eyes widened, taking a mental note that he wasn’t as innocent as he presented himself to be.

You noticed the car was stopped, and you were met with this beautiful scenery.

“We’re here, you ok?” He asked, rubbing circles on your thigh, coaxing a weak nod out of you, “Good…I’m gonna show you my quiet place now.”

-

Months flew by within a blink of an eye since that night and the bond between you and Michael only grew stronger. Since then he had released the thriller music video which amassed a lot of success, only bringing him to an even higher level of fame. Also since then Michael had asked you to be his girlfriend which, surprisingly, you said yes.

Life was great. There were plenty of nights when he stayed the night at your apartment and you two would talk until the sun came up.

You would come into the dance studio the next morning a zombie, still pushing through the harsh and unforgiving atmosphere of ballet.

You didn’t care, you were happily in love with Michael. The man you used to reject had now become your joy and a key part of your life.

The press had eventually caught on.

Photographing you and Michael’s private rendezvous.

Headlining you as his new girl.

This news got to Michael’s family, whom he didn’t tell yet. Leading you to taking hikes to hayvenhurst meeting his mother, father, and of course his crazy brothers. You took a special liking to Rebbie, Latoya, and Janet.

They eventually became your new set of homegirls.

You two were now official, you met his family, he bought you a promise ring, you two went on dates, and had intimate hangouts that you never grew tired of. Not even to mention Michael’s dedication to watch you dance. He was always mesmerized when you used your pointe shoes.

It was all peaches and cream until July rolled around and it was time for the victory tour.

You knew what tour life was like being that you traveled for ballet but this was something else. They traveled to 55 states and also making their way to Canada.

It started off fine. Michael would call you every other day just to hear your voice. You could hear how strained and exhausted he was every night, although he’d always reassure you. Lying that he was ok and not a lick of tired.

With each passing day the calls got shorter and more low effort. They went from every other day to once every few weeks. It was fine because he’d send letters with little souvenirs attached to them. Until those stopped coming often as well.

You were no type of woman to just sit around waiting for a man, besides you were nearing the auditions for the nutcracker show in December. Being that you were a great dancer you of course got the part you wanted after days of practice.

You immediately called Michael at a time you knew he’d possibly be free. You sat next to the phone, listening to it ring before someone picked it up.

“Hey baby,” Michael answered, his voice drained, and slightly raspy from the constant strain from singing.

You smiled, “Hey…I know you’re probably busy but I wanted to let you know I made the auditions for the nutcracker!” You said excitedly.

Michael knew you’ve been talking about this for months so he attempted to share the same enthusiasm you had, “Oh wow, that’s great. I knew my girl could do it, I’m so proud of you.” He said.

You twirled the phone cord with your middle finger, “Thank you, you know I’ve been missing you and your voice.” You said, your voice softening.

You weren’t typically soft like this but Michael pricked your heart in a way you couldn’t understand.

“I know, I miss you too. I really hate to tour, it’s the worse but I promise as soon as I get home I’ll make up for all these weeks I’m away ok.” he promised, before you could say anything you heard a muffled voice calling Michael’s name in the background, “but baby I gotta go…I love you so much, I’ll try to keep in touch. You keeping being good ok?”

You sighed disappointedly, yet you understood it all, you gave him a brief, “I Love you too” before hanging up.

Michael went MIA for months. It was a scarcity for you to get a letter or a call. You were still clinging on to the fact that you got letters still at least, even if they were scarce.

As time passed, you locked in for your nutcracker rehearsals, using that to keep your mind off Michael. You also hung out with your homegirls, getting drunk some nights then crashing at their place after long nights.

At this point you were getting used to only getting pieces of Michael. No longer obsessing with the fact he didn’t call much.

You still stayed loyal. Not giving any other men the time of day.

There were times where you’d be all alone in bed. Missing his warm body pressed against yours as you two cuddled.

There would be nights where you’d be horny, only having to rely on your touch and a vibrator instead of Michael.

You were slowly suffering, silently though.

Never verbally complaining once or venting to your friends about it.

December rolled around, you knew Michael was in town. Yet you hadn’t thought about that too much. The nutcracker was the only thing on your mind. Only wanting to nail this performance, being that the venue was sold out.

The performance was successful, allowing you to be front page on articles. Saying how you had an electrical performance that night.

After the show you went to your apartment, unlocking the door before flipping on the lights. You kicked out of your shoes, your bruised feet now on display against the hardwood floor.

You went to set your bag down somewhere in the kitchen. You immediately stopped in your tracks once you seen the kitchen decorated with rose petals that made a big heart shape.

There was a note on the counter that instructed you to strip and completely and put on the robe that was folded nicely next to it.

Your brows furrowed, yet you did as the note said. You let your clothes pool in a pile in the kitchen.

Your was heart skipping beats the entire time, ready to see your man.

After tying your robe you followed the rose petal trail that led to your master bed room.

Sensual music played very low from the record player you had in your room. The room was dimly lit with candles all set up throughout the room. The bed was filled with towels on top of the blankets.

Michael shot you that same boyish smile he always gives you, “Hey beautiful….” He greeted as he pulled you into an affectionate hug. His scent wafted into your nose, indicating small hints of mint.

“Michael you’re here.” You breathed, almost as if you couldn’t believe he was actually here. He had grown to be even more handsome than last time you seen him, his top lip growing a little bit of mustache hair.

He pulled away from you, chuckling softly at your surprise, “Yes mama I’m here, for you.”

You looked around the room, taking in the decorations then the bed, “what’s all this?”

“This is my way of makin’ things right. Please…let me take care of you tonight.” Michael pleaded, his eyes sparkling as he pulled you onto the bed, guiding you to lay onto your stomach.

You wanted to protest, tell him to rest his body after such a long tour but he wouldn’t let you talk him out of it.

“Let me make it up to you, baby……don’t try to talk me out of this.” He whispered as he shimmied you out of your robe, exposing your naked backside to the air.

He positioned you to be flat on your stomach against the towels.

He doused his hands in oil, the smell of chamomile and lavender filling the air. His oiled hands slid down the curve of your spine, making you shudder against his soft touch.

“Hows that feel? Good, yeah?” He asked, his breaths labored, from how turned on he was getting from seeing you like this.

You nodded, “Feels great baby.”

He kneaded his fingers against your shoulder blades, relieving all the tension that was heavy against them from countless hours of dancing. Soft gasps left your lips as he rolled and kneaded his fingers along your back.

His hands seeped lower, kneading the fat of your ass for a second before trailing his thumb against the back of your sticky lips. Brushing them softly, coaxing sweet sounds from your lips.

“Arch up for me mama, I wanna taste you.” He pleaded.

You did as he said, arching your body so he could eat you out from behind. His lips were just inches away from your dripping heat, his hot breath against you folds.

“Been waitin’ to taste you since I got off that plane,” he groaned as he stuck a finger into your wetness, making soft squelching noises, “and fuuck you so wet…this for me?” He asked, knowing the answer already.

You squealed as you tried to back your pussy onto his lips, “Yes all for you.” You squeaked, unable to take his teasing anymore.

“Good girl.” He growled, before grabbing your ass to hold you still so he could swipe his tongue into your gaping hole making you shudder against his mouth uncontrollably.

His tongue was exploring your walls, reaching spots inside of you that you don’t think were even possible.

He stopped for a moment, his mouth covered in your slick, he quickly grabbed the pink bullet vibrator from your nightstand and handed it to you.

“Keep it on your clit…don’t move it, you understand?” He said firmly.

You gave him an assuring nod. You turned on the vibrator, holding the little thing against your sensitive clit while Michael continued with sticking his tongue inside of you from behind.

The dual sensation was too much, you felt like you were already approaching your peak.

“It’s so much..” you slurred, your brain short circuiting from the pleasure as you quickly came on his tongue. Your hips rocking backwards to ride his tongue making you gasp out his name.

He lapped you up mercilessly as your cum overflowed from you uncontrollably, ignoring your pathetic cries.

You were hypersensitive at this point. Your body twitching madly, making you pull the vibrator away from your clit.

Michael immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning it in a way to where the vibrator could rest against your over sensitive bud. His free hand was fingering you at a cruel pace, making your eyes roll back as you whimpered at how much you couldn’t take it.

Your chest was heaving ridiculously as you tried to regulate yourself.

“I’m right here I got you, breathe. Just let your body feel me all over. Don’t run from it.” He coached, his voice sounding strained and raspy as he was still pinning your hand to make you feel the vibrations from the bullet vibrator, “Yeah just like that…your shaking baby…look at you.”

Liquids began to spray from your pussy, as you wet his wrists and clenched around his fingers, gushing around him nonstop.

“Yeah that’s it-fuck-see what happens when you don’t run from it,” he muttered behind you, trying to keep his composure as you unraveled against him , “uh huh, give it to me, give me every drop.”

As if on command you squirted all over him, the pressure that was building in your stomach now relieved as you rode out your orgasm. Michael pulled the vibrator out of your hands, and lapped up all your juices from behind you, slurping every drop.

He flipped you onto your back and caressed your face as you gave him a lazy smile. No words needing to be said as you caught your breath.

Your hair was all over the place and sweat covered your whole body, making a nice sheen on your skin.

Michael held your chin and hovered over you to give you a nasty kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you sucked on it, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled away from your mouth making a small trail of saliva connect between you two.

“Was that ok?” Michael asked as he kissed against your neck, sucking the sensitive skin softly as he rolled your nipples against his thumb and index fingers.

You moaned softly at his touch, “Yes..that was perfect…”

“You too tired or you ok?” He asked in between kisses he was planting in the middle of your chest.

“Im ok.” You whimpered, as his teeth grazed against your stiff nipples before engulfing each one with his tongue.

“Good because I’m not done making this right.” He told you with a certain glint in his eye. His eyes were low, his stare displaying the lust in his eyes.

He opened your legs and wedged his length against your thigh , being that he had already slipped off his undergarments. His brown tip went from your thigh to your folds, pressing directly against your clit, making you call out for him, even though he was right there.

He did this a few times before slowly plunging himself into the depths of you, your souls connecting as he felt your walls shift and hug around his girth.

He intertwined his hands with yours, letting you squeeze them as he delivered slow and passionate strokes. Each snap of his hips was slow but heavy, allowing you to feel him deep inside of you.

Yet he always reassured you, “Your doing so good fa’ me mama…takin me like I know you can.”

Tears were beginning to wedge in your tear-line as you felt him in your stomach, the pressure too much to take all at once. You squeezed his hands as you gasped for air, your lungs seeming to run out of space for more oxygen.

“Yes….right there.” You whined, as he delivered slow strokes that nudged your sweet spot.

Michael groaned loudly, “Yeah? This where you need me at baby?” He asked, continuing to pull out half way before repeatedly pushing himself to that spot that had you currently weak.

You nodded profusely, feeling your climax to slowly build with each slow stroke.

Your legs were shaking, your head clouded, only thinking about how good his dick felt inside of you. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, unable to keep your breathing at a steady rhythm.

“Missed you so much mama, you have no clue,” he moaned, his head was cocked back, his bottom lip tucked as he unraveled his hands with yours, his hands now gripping your waist, “you have no fucking clue…” he repeated as his twitched inside of you, close to his orgasm as well.

“It’s ok though,” he continued, “Im gonna fuck you like I missed you…show you how bad I wanted this.” He groaned.

He gripped your thigh, slinging one of your legs against his shoulder as pounded into you deeper, enticing a pleasure filled moan from your throat.

“Right there right there.” Was like a mantra you kept repeating nonstop, feeling yourself become animalistic with your moans.

Not knowing you were fueling his greedy strokes.

You grasped at his lean stomach, not sure if you were trying to anchor against him or push him away. Either way, none of that mattered to him, he was unstoppable with his thrusts. The pace unrelenting and foolish, making the headboard bang against the wall of your apartment.

“S-shit…baby…gonna make you so full…” he whimpered, as he slowly lost his composure, lost in your pussy.

You sunk your nails into his forearms, pressing into his skin as your toes curled and your body gyrated as you creamed on him.

Your walls sucking him in deeper, not wanting him to leave. You wrapped your leg that wasn’t on his shoulder around his waist, keeping him inside of you as he spilled his seed inside of you, shuddering and whimpering your name.

He kissed the ankle of the leg that was on his shoulder a few times before pulling out.

Watching the milky white substance he left gush out of you.

He kissed your forehead before crashing next to you, pulling your body close to his for a minute.

“I Love you…” he whispered into your ear, knowing you were already fast asleep.

An: If you made it this far thank you for reading!!! Again feedback is appreciated!!! Also I follow back so don’t be scared to follow!! I love gathering mutuals!

Living Room Flow

Description: mature era!michael is completely fine with being on the side to supplement for your horrible boyfriend.

Warnings: reader cheats on her bf, p in v sex, window fucking, slight voyuerism, oral!fem receiving, dirty talk, usage of mama, squirting, plot of course, overstimulation

An: this story is based off of the song living room flow by jhene aiko!! The song just sparked an idea!! Also don’t be shy to comment or follow!! I love feedback!! Will proof read soon 😭

Your master bedroom had a rich scent of your vanilla lotion. Swirls of steam wafted around the room, trailing from the bathroom, creating a thick, heavy cloud of steam that clung to the air.

A soft tune erupted from the CD player in the background as you hummed to it, painting your toes for the escapade you had planned tonight.

Your pink bedazzled flip phone buzzed next to you on your night stand, making you rush to pick it up. Your thumb flipped it open, immediately pressing the neon green accept button to answer.

“Hello!” You beamed into the phone, holding it on your shoulder as you continued to stretch your body ridiculously to reach your pinkie toe.

Michaels voice boomed on the line, “Hey mama, I hope you’re gettin’ ready, a car will be outside to pick you up in an hour.”

His voice was soft and raspy on the phone , making you feel warm and flustered without him even physically being there.

“So glad you called……was wondering when you were gonna let me know when I was gettin’ picked up.” You said as you got up to flip through your walk in closet, “anything you wanna see me in?” You asked, your voice getting lower, laced with seduction.

You could sense Michael’s soft breaths changing its course on the line, showing hints of flustering, “Anything looks good on you beautiful. Look through that closet full of clothes I bought you.”

He was right, he bought you everything there was to think of. Your closet was drowned in luxury items and multiple sets of expensive lingerie he bought you.

You smacked your teeth, moving the hangers out the way to get to the clothes you wanted. Your closet was like a huge boutique, filled with mountains of clothes and shoes from top to bottom.

“You know I’ll make something work…I always do.” You promised as you picked up a hanger with a dark red lace lingerie set clinging to it.

Michael hummed softly before changing the direction of the conversation, “You stayin’ the night mama?”

You allowed silence to sit between you two for a half second before speaking, “Now you can’t-and I won’t stay the night…you know I have a boyfriend .”

The word boyfriend struck a cord in his heart, one that made him come back to the reality of you two’s dynamic.

You had a boyfriend that you lived with who was emotionally unavailable and unable to give you everything you needed. Yet you stayed, enduring how cold he treated you.

You endured the lazy sex that never left you satisfied , all because you had to, not wanting to leave what you’ve known for so long although your boyfriend was practically a robot. Always giving you slither of promises that he’ll do better, keeping you hoping and wondering.

This led you to your affair with Michael, which turned into nights of filthy sex at his place where he’d pound into you relentlessly giving you everything you needed, making you reach orgasm after orgasm. He was addictive, making you absolutely insatiable when it came to him. You couldn’t even pleasure yourself properly anymore, his touch was engraved in your body.

You two had a plan, a few times a month you’d space out when you seen each other, mainly due to busy schedules and also to not arise suspicion.

He sometimes over played his role, also keeping you satisfied with little gifts and trinkets that your boyfriend never even noticed.

Michael was older than you by some years which led him to not wanting to settle down and want anything serious, he was completely fine with just good sex with no strings attached.

It was simple, you both got your nut off and parted ways, not letting it become anything further than that.

It was perfect this way…until………he ended up falling for you, he dropped subtle hints that he’d be willing to go the extra mile with you, all you had to do is leave your man. Yet, the hints were so vague you never knew.

He chucked lightly, making light out of your response, “I knew the answer already, just had to make sure, brief silence lingered for a second, “ The car is on its way, see you soon ok?”

You now had the perfect outfit to go on top of your lingerie set, beaming at a flowy sundress as you held the phone to your ear, “Ok! See you soon.” You said before hanging up the phone and proceeding to get ready for the night.

After putting on the dress and the lingerie set you picked out, you were now in the vanity mirror fixing your hair, brushing your edges down to frame your face perfectly.

As you were doing this your boyfriend walked into the room, observing you carefully. “Where you going this late?” He asked while setting his work briefcase down against the wall.

You cut your eyes at him, blinking your mascara dipped lashes at him blankly, “With my homegirls.” You lied.

He sat on the bed, loosening his tie, his body stressed from his long work day, “That’s nice.” He said passively, not even paying attention to you anymore, his eyes fixed into his work phone.

Your eyes met his through the mirror, “That’s it? No you look beautiful baby….or a have fun?”

A stressed frown erupted on your boyfriends’s face, “Not tonight…please I’ve had enough going back n’ forth at work, don’t start.”

You got up away from the vanity and turned off the vanity lights before grabbing your purse, “Your right, let’s just avoid the problem and not talk about. That always helps.” You deadpanned.

Your boyfriend sighed deeply, gripping the bridge of his nose, “that’s not even what I mean.”

Your phone buzzed, causing you to open it. It displayed a message from Michael saying the ride he sent for you is here.

You smiled sweetly at him before heading out the door, “don’t even worry about it, I’m past arguing with you, doesn’t help anyway” you spat before storming out the room, slamming the door behind you, “Dinner is in the microwave.” You yelled out before leaving the apartment.

As you walked outside you immediately were met with an all black Mercedes and a driver rushing to open the door for you.

You got in the car, allowing anger and sexual frustration build within you as you endeared the ride to Michael’s house.

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After the car ride you knocked on Michael’s door softly. Once he opened it to lay eyes on you, you immediately mashed your lips into his, forcefully kicking the door closed behind you.

His hands gripped your hips as he kept the intensity of the heated kiss, slowly backing into one of the nearby guest rooms. He pushed you onto the bed, pulling away, leaving you panting wildly on your back.

His eyes were lidded and glossed over, watching your swollen lips twitch with need.

“Hey..to you too..” he mumbled into your ear, giving you soft pecks on your neck as he slipped his knee in between your thighs, allowing your sensitive clit to feel a tiny amount of sensation through your dress.

“Please…just fuck me.” You begged while grinding against his knee.

Your pupils were dilated with pure hunger, the type that made him lose all his composure.

He was gonna feed you dinner first then fuck you but when you came onto him like that he didn’t even care anymore.

Michael smiled, happy to please you how you needed. He started from your neck, giving you small peck before getting to your clothed breasts, “Help me take it off baby.” He rasped.

Together you two peeled the dress off you, revealing the red lingerie set that clung to your body.

Your breasts sat just right in the sheer red bra you had on, contrasting with your skin tone perfectly. Your underwear was sodden, making the print of your swollen pussy lips obvious.

Michael groaned at the site, his lips kissing the top of your breasts your bra didn’t cover slowly, before unclasping your bra, allowing your breasts so slap against your skin.

Your nipples were stiff against the cool air before pebbling as he took one into his warm mouth, making you throw your head back against the bed. The sensation alone was making your back arch as you ground your self against his thigh.

He was going slow, each peck of his lips intentional and loving. His hands browsed your soft skin, brushing against your soft skin, building a soft heat within you.

The trail of his feather like pecks trailed to your stomach, sucking on the soft skin softly, making your stomach suck into itself from your sensitivity. Your core was pulsating once he got to your lower obliques, which rested above your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp exhale, steadying your breath while also pleading for him to give you attention where you needed.

“Patience,” was all he could say firmly, as he kissed your soaked clothed folds softly, making you whimper and writhe. His lips were dampened with your arousal, making him lick them, and hum at your sweet taste as he moved to your plush thighs. Planting thousands of kisses as his hair brushed against them simultaneously, adding onto the soft ticklish sensation.

He kissed down your leg, getting to your feet, kissing them before rising to his feet to look at how flustered and disheveled you looked.

Your breathing pattern changed completely, a thin coat of sweat glazed your body. Crazy how you were like this and he did nothing to you.

His long fingers pressed softly against your clothed clit before transitioning to soft rubbing. A wet sound filled the room from your wet folds slashing against the thin fabric of your underwear.

Loud moans left your lips, as he rubbed your sensitive clit, the pure sensitivity you were feeling had you gone.

“My baby needed this so bad didn’t she?” Michael cooed softly, watching you desperately try to chase more pleasure.

You nodded quickly, head bobbing as you instantaneously said yes.

His hands stopped, making you whine softly until he pulled down your underwear off your legs and shimmied your bra off completely.

Your pussy was glistening with your arousal smeared all over you, leaking slowly onto the guest room bedsheets.

“Fuck…. how long has it been since he touched you?” Michael asked breathlessly, slowly getting turned on just from watching. He spread your legs out so he could get a better view of your sticky folds and your engorged clit.

“Three weeks….” you moaned as you felt his thumb coax your clit lightly.

Michaels eyes widened, unable to believe the words you just told him, “My poor baby….its ok I’ll take care of you, open up f’me some more. That’s right let me see how pretty your pussy is.” He coached as you obeyed his instructions, opening your legs as wide as they could go.

He immediately bent down on his stomach and attached his mouth to your throbbing clit, making pleasure roll throughout your body like tsunami waves. His mouth alternated between flicking your clit with his tongue and wrapping is tongue around it, sucking it harshly.

You grabbed his straight hair, tugging it as you lost your mind, “ugh fuck…..baby you can’t-im gonna cum already…” you whined, unable to piece your sentences right.

Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, sputtering around his head as you felt the knot untying fast in your stomach as he hummed into your pussy, making ripples of soft vibrations travel through your core.

He didn’t just stop there, he added his index and middle finger into your hole, constantly curling them while simultaneously slurping your clit like it was the last meal he’d ever eat and he didn’t want to let go of it.

Your hands gripped the back of his head harder as you pushed his face deeper into you, arching completely off the bed, whimpering and moaning shamelessly.

You closed your eyes, slowly being overtaken by the pleasure, earning a soft slap from Michael on your thigh for you to look at him.

He pulled away for a second, breathing against your heat, “Look at me while you use me mama, stop lookin’ away from me.” He commanded as he gave you intense heavy eye contact, watching each limb in your body twitch and shake. Those brown eyes were clouded with a hunger you’ve never seen before as he watched you fall apart in his hands.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” You announced, your voice getting weaker as fluids rushed out of you, splashing everywhere.

He was still going, slurping up everything that came out of you while still working his fingers inside of you. “Uhn…I’m sensitive-wait…fuck-“ you whimpered. Your mind was severely clouded from the overstimulation.

He pulled away after getting you to squirt one more time, coaxing your wetness.

His lips were wet with your arousal, he got up off his stomach and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.

He pulled away from your lips, caressing your face gently as he watched you shudder from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

“I need more….” Was all you could mumble as you rubbed your palm against the bulge that poked through his pants, making him cock his head back lightly and groan, biting his lip harshly.

It’s like you said a magic word the way Michael reacted to you. With no words spoken he brought you to the high arched windows in the room that looked over the vast greenery of neverland. He faced you away from the window letting you face him.

Your bare ass was now pressed again the cool glass and on display for anyone who were to walk pass to see. Michael was fiddling with his belt, pulling off all his clothing with your help.

His length was twitching with immense need, pulsing with precum leaking out of his flushed tip, making your mouth water and your pussy clench around nothing.

With surprising strength he lifted your body up, grabbing the underside of your thighs so your legs could rest around his forearms and cling to his waist , your body no longer on the ground, you were now anchored to his waist, your back planted into the window.

“Gonna fuck you all throughout this house…gonna give it to you the way you deserve. ” he mumbled before sliding into you slowly, his hips guiding into you with calculated precision.

The head of him was thick, piercing your folds as your walls molded around him, squeezing him nicely. You felt immense pressure building in your stomach burning through you although he was only half way in.

You both took a small exhale of relief once he was fully inside of you. His hips slowly dragging in and out of you in an upwards motion, hitting your spot just right due the position you were in. You clawed your hands into his shoulders, resting your head back against the window while moaning loudly.

“That’s right…grab me just like that, you feel that baby? This how it feels when someones fucking you right..” he said through gritted teeth, attempting to hold back his moans so he could hear how you were breaking beneath him.

His hips snapped faster, he was gradually building his pace like he always did. Start slow then fuck you hard until you couldn’t think anymore. His rhythm was becoming ruthless, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Loud cries left your throat as you felt the pressure on your stomach become unbearably pleasurable, making your mouth slack open as different sounds left it.

You were so cock drunk, unable to even describe how good you were feeling at the moment. Everything was too much. His balls slapped hard against you with each slap of skin, making you lose all composure and cum on him a third time tonight.

His name was hot off your tongue, constantly rolling off of it as if that was the only name that existed in your brain. Michael gathered everything in him to not cum right there with you as he watched your fluids splash on his abdomen, making a squelching noise that rung throughout the first floor of the estate.

He quickly pulled out of you, making you pout from the loss of him inside of you. In one swift motion he placed you on your feet and turned you around to smush your face and body against the window.

“Rub your clit f’me baby….match the rhythm with me…” he groaned against the back of your neck.

His hips snapped and you weakly attempted to rub your clit, trying your best to follow his directions but you couldn’t. Not with him constantly going deeper inside of you with strokes so deep you could barely stop shaking from cumming so many times.

Michael constantly whispered dirty things into your ear, working you through another orgasm. Telling you about how good you were taking him and how pretty you were while doing so.

You were drooling against the window, mouth and your breasts smushed against the glass as you babbled nonsensical things to Michael as you creamed on him. Leaving your

essence all over his length.

He didn’t just stop there. No he couldn’t have, not with you just saying you haven’t been touched in three weeks. He had to satisfy you, to make up for those days, even if he was sending you and himself into overstimulation.

He kept his promise and fucked you all over the house, starting in the foyer against the door, moving to the living room, kitchen counter, and the dining room table, taking you in every position possible as he filled you to the brim. Cumming inside you as if you were truly his as your body gave out on you, no longer able to stand without your legs wobbling like noodles.

He spent that night bathing you, with a warm bath as he cleaned you up….wondering if you had the energy to make it back home without making it obvious you just got the daylight fucked out of you.

Description: Michael is your ex of a few months now, after breaking up with you after the bad tour ended. You two reunite at a soul train award after party to celebrate him but you end up making him extremely jealous.

Warning: toxic michaelx toxic reader, this is filthy…icl, reader is kinda a bird, angry sex, oral sex! Male receiving, p in v sex, cussing, 18+, possessive Michael

AN: so uhhhh I went overboard 😭

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1989, Soul Train Awards Afterparty

Location: HayvenHurst

The air was full of joyful laughter as shot glasses clinked against each other, making a soft satisfying noise that echoed around the room.

Yet for some reason the pit of your stomach was bubbling with nervousness. You felt so out of place, not because anyone in this room made you feel that way. More so because you were here and Michael wasn’t by your side showing you off as his girl anymore.

Now you were just a figment of his past, standing there trying to pretend you were happy for him and happy to be there without him being by your side.

You didn’t want to be here, yet here you were, still being the supportive ex girlfriend you are.

Heeding Janet’s advice to still come to the soul train awards after party because your presence is needed and you’re still like an extension to family despite the break up between you and Michael.

So here you were, dressed in a slim fitted butter yellow dress that hugged every curve and casted an even glow on your skin tone, accentuating your breasts.

You looked amazing, catching a few lingering stares from Michael brothers from time to time.

Not in a predatory way but more so the type of look that said, “Damn he dropped the ball.”

“You ok sis? this isn’t too much for you right?” Janet asked you, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort.

A warm smile crept on your lip, “I’m ok, seriously! “

She gave you a lingering look almost like she didn’t believe you for a second, then she let it go, “Ok, if you need anything any point pull me to the side.”

You smiled again, this time trying to make it more convincing, “I promise I won’t hesitate to get you, but I’m ok.”

Jackie clinked on a bottle loudly, making everyone pause to gather everyone’s attention.

“Alright, we all will take four shots,” Jermaine announced giving Michael a hearty slap on the back, “because this one right here won four awards tonight.” He announced to his siblings and including Diana Ross who insisted on being present at this exclusive friends and family only event.

Part of your night consisted of giving her occasional stares to make sure she wasn’t trying to leech herself onto Michael the whole night. You two weren’t even together anymore so you weren’t even sure why you even cared.

Although she wasn’t on him, she was certainly in range. Trying to claim her stake on him.

Michael had a bashful grin on his face, unable to contain his pure happiness mixed with slight embarrassment, “Please you all don’t have to-“

Jackie handed him a shot glass, filling it to the brim with vodka, “Tonight you gotta drink! Celebrate yourself.”

Michael’s gaze landed on you, giving you an unreadable look before looking away . What you could read is the way his doe eyes sparkled, looking at you as if he witnessed an angel.

Marlon smacked the back of Michael’s head lightly, “Actually he’ll take five shots, and we take four.

Earning an co-sign of hoots and hollers from

Jermaine and Tito.

Everyone clinked their glasses to whoever was next to them, and you clinked your glass with Janet and Latoya, downing 4 shots of vodka. Your throat burned and your stomach twisted as you ingested the alcohol, being that you normally didn’t drink hard liquor.

Jackie and his other brothers laughed at Michael, who as having an issue swallowing his first shot and he still had 4 more to go.

”What you can’t handle a little liquor,” Jackie teased, making Marlon and Tito fall into fits of laughter.

Michael being how he is, was determined to prove his brothers wrong, “Fine I’ll take five more shots.” He announced. Everyone in that room was slightly taken aback by his declaration.

Jermaine cackled, then began clapping his hands in encouragement, “Yeah that’s more like it!!!”

Janet shook her head, “Oh God this is not gonna end well.” She mumbled to you.

A silent giggle erupted from your lips, watching Michael stubbornly throw back every shot, from knowing him so long you knew he was fighting with himself to keep the drinks down.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down with each hesitant sip.

“He’s so damn stubborn…knowing he’s a lightweight.” Janet continued.

Latoya chimed in, “That’s Michael for ya’ just stubborn.”

His brothers and some of the other few celebrity party goers crowded around him, clapping loudly after he downed every shot proudly. Everyone spewing their fair share of congratulatory think pieces. Diana rubbed her slender hands along Michael’s shoulders and smiled, telling him congratulations in a more suggestive way than everyone else.

You bit your lip and excused yourself in the most swiftest way to avoid any attention to yourself.

Janet and Latoya wanted to follow you so if you needed you could debrief with them how you were feeling but you assured them you just simply had to use the restroom.

Your feelings for Michael were still evident and you couldn’t risk being seen bothered by a tiny interaction. So you went to go escape for a while, to recollect yourself.

As you navigated through the estate to get to the restroom you bumped into someone. Your eyes met with a handsome man, his height towering over you. His hair was low cut, showing a small ripple of waves, with a clean shaven mustache that framed his handsome face.

“Sorry..I truly wasn’t watching where I was going.” You muttered softly, giving him an intense scan with your eyes.

A smile erupted on his lips, “No problem, I don’t believe I seen you before, you are?” He asked, looking for you to answer, while extended a hand out.

You grasped his shaking it, “Oh I’m [Name], just a friend of the Jackson family.” You said, not wanting to go in detail about how you’re associated with them exactly.

He nodded, “I think we got somethin’ in common, I’m Marcus, I’m also a friend of the Jacksons, I’m Marlon’s best friend.”

You smiled, “Oh yeah? That’s crazy how I never seen you around,” you giggled politely , “but it was nice meeting you.” You said before promptly excusing yourself from the conversation to enter the bathroom.

He nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a few seconds, “yeah nice meeting you too, I guess I’ll be finding you so we can talk some more if that’s ok with you?”

You gracefully smiled, “Yes of course.”

You left to go freshen up and recollect in the bathroom before coming back into the space everyone was in.

Music was playing in the background, Marlon and Randy were dancing, drunk out their minds. Jackie and Jermaine were playing pool with each other, occasionally bickering about someone cheating.

Michael was in the middle of a conversation with Latoya and a few other people you assumed were celebrities but you didn’t recognize, and of course Diana was there.

Her arms slung around him like she was his girl or something. Michael looked intoxicated, his cheeks had a light tint to them his eyes were slightly lower, indicating he was definitely buzzed from those shots he took.

He didn’t even seem an ounce of uncomfortable with the way Diana was grabbing him.

You didn’t focus your attention on that too much, afraid you’d look even more pathetic the you already did. You were seated on the couch with Janet, just relaxing. Being around her during all this chaos made you feel better.

“Who is that fine man walking up to us?” Janet asked, swirling her wine glass around as she held the stem of the glass tightly.

You smiled, “Apparently that’s Marlon’s friend….not sure how he got an invite if not even you know him.”

Janet laughed, “I never seen him before but damn….i might need to see him more often.”

You giggled at her remark, the light buzz you were feeling as well was catching up to you.

“I see you kept your promise,” you said to Marcus who was now in front of you.

Marcus greeted Janet then you, “Yeah I couldn’t let the night go without getting to know you. Mind if I sit down next to you ladies?”

Janet shot you a mischievous grin and winked at you, “Actually, I was just getting up, you can take my place…I think someone is calling my name.”

Your eyes widened at her, as Marcus took her seat next to you and as she walked away giving you two privacy.

As you two talked and drinks were getting in you both, you were slowly getting comfortable with him. He seemed like a solid guy and he was naturally funny, he made you laugh countless amounts of times.

You purposely projected your laughs to be a little louder than normal. If Michael wanted to play the game of letting Diana be his rebound you’d make his chest hurt worse. Right now you were winning this battle.

Michael 0 You 1

Michael occasionally glanced over in your direction, watching you cover your mouth dramatically each time Marcus said something funny. Don’t even get him started on how close he was to you, Michael absolutely hated how touchy Marcus was getting.

His jaw was taut as he stared expressionless, trying to mask how pissed he was. His blood was absolutely boiling and the drinks he had in his system weren’t making it any better.

He tried to continue putting his input in the ongoing conversation he was in, occasionally letting a few distracted ‘mhms’ leave his lips.

The cherry on top of it all was when he witnessed you getting up to dance to one of his songs with Marcus. His jaw clenching and his leg bouncing madly as if he chugged ten coffees.

Michael 0 you 2, tonight you were determined to keep winning, you wanted him hurting.

Nobody even dared to bat an eye, being that everyone was drunk and just having a good time. Although Jermaine and Jackie didn’t let any of this get past them, they were on the side looking at Michael then you before muttering among themselves.

After a long night of partying, laughter, and alcohol, the guests that weren’t family began leaving, including Diana.

Marcus was still there, and before saying his goodbyes to Marlon really quickly he came back to you, handing you a small rectangle with his number.

“I really enjoyed my time with you today, I would love to take you to the new restaurant downtown next Friday, what do you say?” Marcus asked.

You took the paper and pretended to think , “I’ll take a look at my schedule and let you know.”

Marcus nodded, “Well you have my number, just give me a call. Good night.”

You quietly told him goodnight back, watching him leave.

The music now ceased and it was just nothing but sounds of Jackie and Tito moving tables and chairs back where they belonged.

Janet motioned you over to come help her and Latoya with cleaning up, mainly so you could give them the deets on you and Marcus.

Michael was burning holes through your figure, fuming internally. Watching every movement you made with anger lacing his glare.

He hated how giggly you were, as if you didn’t just flirt with another man the entire night in his face.

He hated how you acted like he didn’t exist, not giving him an ounce of attention anymore. No more lingering stares.

Janet yawned tiredly as you two cleaned up a few dishes, attempting to keep the kitchen clean or else Katherine would have a full on fit.

You laughed at Janet, flicking water at her to wake her up, “Listen I can clean the rest up…you look so out of it.”

Janet’s eyes widen at the contact of the water, she smiled lazily, “You sure? I couldn’t have you cleaning up by yourself.”

You stubbornly shook your head, “It’s ok…look Latoya already dipped out and I don’t blame her, you two spent too long setting this up..just rest.”

Janet brought her hands together, telling you thank you before leaving the kitchen, telling Michael, who was in the living room, goodbye on the way out.

After clean up, his brothers left the estate, going to their own homes while marlon stayed to play a quick game of drunk checkers with Micheal in the living room.

After a while Marlon left, the house was now completely silent. You turned off the faucet, the world feeling a little dizzy now that the drinks you had throughout the night were coursing through your system.

The kitchen was spotless, almost as if nothing happened. You took off the apron that was protecting your dress while you cleaned, setting it on a hook.

You left the kitchen seeing Michael in the living room looking disheveled, his curly hair messy and loose, his tie loose around his neck hanging around his shoulders, his button down open, giving you a quick peak of the slight definition on his stomach. His eyes were low and glossy, staring at you angrily.

“You look beautiful tonight mama.” Michael began, finally exchanging words with you after a night of just staring.

You ignored him, barely humming in acknowledgment at his words. The only thing you came in the living room for is your purse which you couldn’t find.

“Lookin’ fa’ somethin’ “ Michael gibed, his voice getting low like it always did when he was trying to provoke you.

You shot him an evil glare, exhaling to gather yourself, “Please do not talk to me.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed, “Don’t talk to you? But you sure let random men be up in your face to speak to you.” His words hitting you like bullets.

You scoffed, “And you give a fuck why? Because if I’m not mistaken I’m a single woman after you broke up with me.” You fired back, putting emphasis on the word ‘me’,

You turned pillows around each couch, looking for your purse, getting frustrated each time you couldn’t find it.

“We might be done but I still miss you baby and you know I get real jealous,” he said getting up to snake his hands around your waist, “really really jealous, when you start actin’ like we’re strangers….like you still don’t fold when I touch you like this.” The smell of alcohol wafted from his breath as leaned really close into your ear. His mouth ghosting just above the nape of your neck, making you almost moan, missing the feeling of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes, backing away from his grip, “I’m not doing this shit with you.” You said through gritted teeth.

Michael amusedly smiled, looking you up and down hungrily, “Come on…you know you miss me…I seen you keep staring at me the whole night…before you started entertaining Marlon’s buddy.”

You scoffed, “The fucking audacity, oh so now you give a fuck about what I do. So what I entertained him? And quite frankly I’m not sure why you care being that you looked might comfortable with Diana. .” You fired back before continuing to look around the living room.

Michael grabbed your wrist so you can face him, the stare he was giving you was intense and possessive. He pinned you against empty wall nearby, his body pressed against yours, making you feel every part of him, including the heaviness of his dick poking through his tight dress pants. You shuddered, your breathing changing its course.

You hated how turned on you were at the moment.

You tried so hard to keep your composure, giving him a condescending glare, “I fucking hate you..” you seethed.

He grabbed your chin harshly, making sure you didn’t look away, smiling at your cruel words, “you keep talkin’ like you don’t love me, like you still don’t get wet fa’ me,” he yanked your dress up and hurriedly pushed your panties to the side, feeling your slick cover his index and middle fingers, “you can try to talk other people mama but they’ll never treat you like I can and have.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing them harshly.

He was relentless with his attack on your lips, making it hard for you to keep up with kissing him in return. You looked pathetic, and after this you’d be disappointed in yourself for letting him easily have access to you after he left the relationship.

How could you not let him have access , when his hands were strumming your clit relentlessly, making you moan into his mouth.

How could you not let him have access when he looked so sexy when he was mad and jealous, the mixture of both making him dangerous. Not even to mention the chemicals from the drinks in his system working overtime in his brain. Making him not even think twice about what came out his mouth tonight.

He pulled away from the kiss, his hand still glued onto your clit as you helplessly rested your head against the wall, moaning his name like you had no other words left in your vocabulary.

He had you exactly where he wanted to have you ever since you walked into the estate and he laid eyes on you.

“Mhm….you sound so pretty fa’ me, I missed hearin’ you… this my pussy right?” he growled into your neck, giving you slow kisses on your nape before sucking on your sensitive spot harshly.

He was determined to give you hickeys that would for sure be there in the morning.

Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, unable to properly answer. His lengthy fingers were plunging in and out of your wetness, making you arch away from the wall underneath you. They curled and twisted inside of you, causing you to grab his wrists, yet he didn’t budge.

“I asked you a question baby. Answer it.” He instructed, still not letting up on the pace of his fingers.

You nodded, “fuckkk yes it’s yours all yours Mike.” You croaked, almost approaching your orgasm.

“Mhm…I know it’s all mine but I need you to know. Doesn’t matter if we have a title or not you’re mine, you hear me?” He asked, his fingers stroking your gspot over and over making you shudder against him.

“Yes I hear you-shit I’m cummin’ “ you cried, your voice quivering as you felt the feeling of ecstasy flood your brain. Unable to properly think and register everything all at once.

“Go ahead mama I’m right here, let me feel you.” He coached, watching you fall apart from his fingers.

Your fluids spilled against his hands and the bottom half of his shirt and you let out a loud moan, not caring who could hear.

He pulled his hands out of you, licking them greedily, as if he never tasted anything better.

You were panting, attempting to catch your breath.

You both were on a drunken haze, staring at each other like you both wanted more. Your lips were swollen and your dress was stuck to your skin from your sweaty state. You looked absolutely disheveled.

“Fuck….take off everything…” he told you, as he palmed himself through his pants.

You peeled yourself out of your clothes, only keeping your lacey bra on with its matching underwear. Michael cussed under his breath, taking in the make of your body, loving every inch he was seeing.

Michael pulled you away from the wall and pushed you onto the couch as he fumbled with the clip of your bra. He immediately latched his lips onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves, as he rutted his hips against your clothed pussy.

Each thrust and grind of his hips was hard and overbearing. Sending electrical shocks directly on your clit.

You moaned aloud, grabbing the back of his head his he clamped his mouth to one nipple and rolled the other one with his thumb as he nuzzled his face in your breasts.

You were falling apart, feeling him pulse against you alone could’ve made you fall apart.

You were babbling, telling him how sorry you were and how you just wanted him to fuck you already.

Until he pulled away from you again, this time sitting on the couch, telling you to get up and get on your knees. You obeyed him, eagerly settling yourself in between his thighs.

“Pull it out and suck it,” he instructed.

So you did, pulling down his boxers slowly, before being met with his dick. It was standing straight up, pulsing and twitching slightly as precum dripped from his tip.

You licked your lips, attempting to wrap your warm mouth around the length of him, but it was hard to. Especially with him being so thick and long.

“M’teach you how to use your mouth properly…..” he seethed before bringing your head so you could take him in further.

Your saliva dribbled all over him and his lap as you grabbed his balls and the other half of him you couldn’t fit.

“Fuck…look at me while you suckin’ me…and do it like you mean it…” he ordered, his voice sounding strained as he tried to stifle the deep groans leaving his lips.

You bobbed your head up and down as you watched him throw his head back lazily, his grip was firm on the back of your head as you hollowed your cheeks. Sucking him like your life depended on it.

Your jaw was already starting to get sore as he fucked your face harshly.

Deep moans and grunts filled your ear drums as you went faster, “mm shit….you can’t run that smart mouth now can you huh?”

You only hummed in response not being able to really talk.

“What’s wrong…can’t talk? Mouth too full?” He asked mockingly. He obviously already knew the answer.

You hated how his teasing and condescending tone was making you wetter, and you hated how your throat being used like this was turning you on even more as you ground your clothed clit against his leg.

Moaning lazily around him, as he continued to fuck your face until he felt himself on the brink of cumming.

He pulled you away from his dick, making strings of saliva attach to your lips. You coughed softly, your throat sore from past activities.

His eyes were cloudy with lust and still crowded with intense anger. He was wrecked.

“Get up on the couch and turn around and arch.” Was all he could breathe out.

You hesitantly got up, positioning your elbows on top of the arm rest of the couch as you gave him the perfect arch. He got behind you and kissed your clothed pussy from behind before pulling off your underwear.

You squirmed impatiently, getting a small smack to your ass from him, “Stay still, you move when I say.”

You tried your best to stay in position, your muscles burning from the stretch your body was enduring right now.

He trailed kisses down your spine, starting from your collar bone all the way to your tail bone. You shuddered from the sensation of his lips. The pure anticipation made your heart hammer against your chest.

You couldn’t see anything behind you but you felt Michael slowly nudging his thick tip against your folds teasingly. Making a high pitched whine leave your lips.

His thumb was pressed against your spine and his free hand was deep on your hip as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Your walls engulfed him, making his hold stutter for a moment as you both moaned in unison. He started off with slow strokes so you could get used to him again.

Until he began to establish a rhythm, one that was harsh and possessive in a way. One that immediately had you creaming around him the first few strokes since he changed his pace. You grabbed the leather armrest, screaming out Michael’s name.

“You can act like you hate me all you want but your body doesn’t lie…look at the mess you’re makin’ baby it’s everywhere.” He groaned.

The fucking you good, giving you the type of deep strokes that made you forget your first name and all the dignity you had before him.

“Mmmph-“ was the only sound that tore from your throat nothing coherent.

Michael grabbed your hair, pulling it up and backwards so he could see the pretty faces you were making.

“Yeah…don’t got nothin’ to say now do you,”he groaned, “s’ok cause your pussy doin’ most of the talkin’ isn’t that right?” He asked, referring to the lewd sounds your arousal was making.

You only nodded weakly before muttering a dry yes , not sure if you could even form a coherent sentence.

Your ass slapped against his hips making loud claps that vibrated throughout the room.

“f-fuck your all mine….say it,” he moaned, his voice losing its base as he pushed himself deeper, dragging you to the brink of your orgasm.

“I’m all yours nobody else’s…” you whimpered out.

“That’s right…mine not Marcus’s or any other man, mine and don’t evert fuckin’ forget it,” he said, pounding into you hard after each sentence, before pausing his sentence, “actually…reach down in get your purse and get his number and call him…tell him you not going on that date with him.”

You couldn’t even think properly right now, “w-what….” You asked, genuinely confused yet too consumed in the pleasure to think any harder. Not even thinking about the fact the he just admitted he knew where your purse was at the whole time.

Your hands shakily dived in your purse, grabbing the little rectangle paper Marcus gave you earlier as Michael still fucked you.

Soft moans left your lips as you stood still, holding the paper into your hands as you felt your orgasm sneaking up on you.

Until he pulled out of you half way, making you whine, “The phone is right there dial it and call him.”

The phone sat on the little coffee table near ten arm rest.

He gave you time to dial the number, you tapped buttons on the house phone and brought the phone to your ear. The link rung for a little bit, until Marcus picked up.

“Calling so soon?” He said on the line.

Michael immediately slammed into you, making you bite your lips to stifle your moans and pants leaving your mouth.

“Y-yeah….i was calling to tell you about….your offer next week.” You heaved, trying your best to contain your moans.

Michael’s hands tampered with your clit as he delivered heavy strokes, making pressure build in your stomach , “tell him mama…tell em’ how good you feel…”

Marcus was saying something through the phone. You felt yourself cumming again, your legs trembling, threatening to give out on you right there. “That’s your spot huh baby?” Michael taunted, watching you threaten to loose all composure. All you did is hope Marcus didn’t hear the background.

He kept hitting your sweet spot inside of you, causing your walls to constant flutter and squeeze around him.

“I-it’s….j-just gonna be a busy week” you panted, breathing heavy uneven breaths into the phone, “yeah-f-fuck…..oh no I’m alright…just the liquor I had earlier is messing me up.”

Michael kept his harsh unrelenting strokes, making it purposely hard for you to talk, “now tell him you’re uninterested then I’ll let you cum.”

Your eyes were rolling back as you tried to comply with his instructions, you wanted nothing more than to cum, after being edged consistently since you got on the phone.

“A-and I hate to say that I’m also uninterested….” You said, choking back a filthy moan before hanging the phone up, hoping to called ended being that you didn’t put it on the receiver all the way.

Your eyes were watering, “P-please let me cum…I did it…please…I’m sorry.”

“Go ahead…let me feel you.” He groaned while grabbing a handful of your hair so your moans can be louder.

You immediately came, your fluids clinging to his shaft as your orgasm ran its course through your body. A silent scream tore through your throat as your mouth slacked open.

Michael followed shortly behind you, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out of you, immediately allowing you to collapse on the couch.

“You’ll always be mine…never forget it.” He whispered as he planted soft kisses on your back.

Leaving you tired and fucked out on the couch.

Description: You and Michael are both in successful positions at a toy company, yet you both strongly dislike each other. Until your boss makes you two go on a business trip together to ‘bond’ with each other ………accidentally booking you two at a couples getaway hotel where things take a turn.

Warnings: smut, reader is lowkey a man eater at first, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, 7 year age gap, cussing, 18+, dirty talk, Michael talks you through it, subreader, soft!dom Michael.

An: I took inspiration from a few fics where Mj and the reader hated each other and I was like yeah I gotta write something like that but with my own twist!!! I’m so tired so the mistakes will be corrected eventually, hopefully this is good!!

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The conference room air was rigid and reeked of mass success with executives, vice presidents, and directors from different divisions of the company.

Your acrylic nails thrummed softly against the walnut conference table as you waited for everyone to be seated to begin the meeting.

Everyone was in line the for the glazed donuts which was courtesy of your funds.

You flipped through papers, making sure statistics and data sheets were ordered correctly in your Manila folders.

“Alright everyone, I think I’ve let you all have enough time to mingle…I think we should begin our meeting,” a blonde haired lady announced. Her lips were a bold red and her blonde bob complimented her professional edge, accentuating her taut expression.

She was the CEO of the most prominent toy company in the industry right now.

Everyone quickly moved into their seats, the chatter ceasing quickly. Every seat was filled except for one, indicating someone was late.

“Now…let us have a word from our chief financial officer ,” she announced, turning her gaze towards you.

Everyone followed suit, their gaze floating onto you.

“Good morning everyone, hope the morning treat I provided will wake you all up,” you began, gaining a few laughs, “I’m happy to reveal that due to everyone in this room efforts, we have exceeded our quarterly projections whilst also giving back to many different charity’s this year.”

As if on queue, the room vibrated with the sound of booming applause. You smiled brightly once the applause ceased and sat down into your chair, the conversation was now on the CEO. Everyone turned their attention back to her as she gave you an assuring smile.

“The best news to hear is good news but our jobs are not finished, theres still plenty of kids who won’t have toys this Christmas and-“ she stopped once the glass door of the conference room opened, “well if it isn’t Mr. Jackson. Traffic better be the excuse on why my chief of operations is late.” She joked, eliciting a soft chuckle from everyone.

Your eyes narrowed as they watched him walk towards his seat. He had on a sharp black blazer that was button shut, only giving you a small glimpse of the white button he had on paired with his black tie. His long straightened hair framed his jawline, emphasizing his handsome features.

His brown eyes flickered towards you briefly for a few seconds and within those few seconds you shot him a poisonous stare.

Showing your utter dislike for him blatantly.

He sat down then immediately began apologizing for intruding on the meeting before whispering something to the vice president of sales, who was sitting next to him, making her giggle flirtatiously.

“No need to apologize, I’m glad you’re here, your actually just in time,” she said quickly before going back to where she left off, “Now, being that many children from underprivileged backgrounds won’t have toys this Christmas we will start planning events, any takers on ideas?” She asked, scanning the room for eager glares.

The vice president of marketing chimed in, “We should do something that’s currently trending…something we can market to everyone.”

The CEO nodded, “This sounds like a good beginning, anyone else?”

Michael’s soft voice entered the conversation, “I think we could make a commercial…maybe something with a catchy song to get people talking?”

Everyone in the room immediately began agreeing, muttering amongst each other until you spoke, “A commercial? If our intended community is underprivileged children how can we be sure their family’s even have access to a tv? Michael you of all people must know the old fashioned way is a better approach.” you said, taking a jab at him, “we should do a magazine ads or posters around each city.”

Typically in settings like these he would purposely piss you off first but today you were gonna beat him to it.

The room then began to agree with you, muttering about how you have a better perspective on this.

Michael only shot you a fake enthusiastic smile, the corporate smile is what you called it.

“Well you of all people should know that assuming gets us nowhere. Television is a staple in a household, underprivileged or not.” He fired back in the calmest manner.

The vice president next to him that he flirted with earlier agreed, “Yeah I mean, you can’t just make a claim like that with no statistics….”

You bit your tongue harshly, tasting the coffee from earlier slowly becoming bitter.

If you weren’t in front of the CEO right now you would’ve knocked that woman into next Wednesday along with Michael.

Sure you disliked Michael but his little groupies or flings around the office made your blood boil the most. Mainly because they would act like they needed to stick up for him.

Like he wasn’t a grown man that could handle himself.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the hype with him among women. I mean sure he was attractive but you just didn’t understand the constant conversation around the office regarding him.

Nonetheless you were a man eater and couldn’t care less about a mans emotions or anything else of the sort.

So most men you stepped on one way or another, even unintentionally.

Some say your just miserable and single but you say your protecting you heart and carrying on with life the stress free way.

The CEO inserted herself into the debate before it went left, “Well I believe Michael and y/n both have a point so with that being said we will do a television ad and a magazine one.” She shot you and Michael a look that said, “get it together.”

The rest of the meeting you went silent, having to sit through Michael’s constant flirting with the vice president next to him. Including the seemingly endless amount of talking points that seemed like everyone just wanted to hear themselves talk.

You constantly checked your watch until the final words were said to end the meeting.

Everyone dispersed and you attempted to leave as well. Wanting nothing more but to escape that hell hole of a meeting.

“Michael and you stay here.” The CEO commanded, her finger wavering in your direction.

Your eyes widened as you sat back down, “If it’s about how I handled myself during the meeting I don’t even-“

“No, It’s not about that, I have a proposition for you actually,” her eyes looked at you then Michael, “well both of you.”

Michael took a small sip from his mug, “If it’s a project with her I want nothing to do with it respectfully.”

You scoffed, “As if I’d even willingly work with you…”

He shot you a wicked smile, “I’m glad we agree on something for once.”

You nodded, returning the venomous smile, before you could say anything just as petty back the CEO cut in.

“Can we put differences aside for two seconds !” The CEO shouted, making you two cease your bickering, “You two are phenomenal at your jobs, truly this company would be nothing without you. Soooo….with that being said I want you both to represent my company at a conference this weekend.”

You nearly spat out your coffee, “A conference? Where,” you pointed to Michael who was seemingly amused by her proposition, “and with this one right here? I think not.”

She beamed excitedly, “In Los Angeles of course and think of it as team bonding, which you two clearly need. And I’m not taking no for an answer, it’s a yes or both of you are fired,” she paused briefly noticing your lost expression, “now I know you may be thinking, well you just said I’m a great employee. Yes you two are phenomenal but very replaceable, let’s not forget that.”

“If it’s this weekend what about booking flights and our room and board?” Michael probed, rubbing his fingers across his chin.

The CEO smiled, “Oh don’t let that worry you, flight information is already in your emails including your hotel stay. I’ve planned everything to a tee, all you have to do is just go.”

You had gone silent, unable to really wrap your head around this whole ordeal.

Was your boss really telling you that you had to deal with Michael Jackson on business trip?

The man you absolutely despised with all your heart is now going to be in your face for more than the 7 hrs you two do scarcely interact.

“You ok over there?” The ceo asked your causing Michael gaze to drift towards your sulking state.

You snapped out of it immediately, “Yes yes of course, I’m just thinking about how my assistant will rearrange my schedule then.” You said with false enthusiasm.

She smiled, “Great! Well you two are now free to go on and keep being the great employees you already are! I’ll be checking in Friday to make sure you two are situated!”

You politely said goodbye and scrambled to pick up all your folders before heading out of the room. Your thoughts were already heading towards the door and you followed them, attempting to avoid Michael at all costs.

As you entered the hall to go towards your office a pair of feet were not too far behind you.

You turned around, your heels clicking with each step, cutting a mean glance to Michael, “If you’re going to just taunt me I’m quite frankly not in the mood.”

A small chuckle left his lips before taking a sharp exhale, “….im simply just going to the copy machine….”

You stopped in your tracks, giving him the most annoyed look, “Ok then the copy machine is that way,” you pointed toward the other direction across the hall, “why are you following me?”

He rolled his eyes in a particularly sassy manner, “Why the hell would I follow you hm? Im sorry didn’t know I couldn’t stop by my office before going to the copy machine!! Should’ve checked in with the queen.” He deadpanned, his voice slightly raising, purposely attempting to cause attention.

And it did, gaining a few lingering stares from people pretending to mind their business.

Your cheeks began to get hot once you noticed people were looking, one thing you didn’t want is to become the talk of the office, “ugh fuck you. You’re so childish.” You spat, making sure only he could hear before attempting to dramatically storm off into your office.

That is until all your papers flew out of your folder, making you curse to yourself.

You bent down, attempting to smooth your pencil skirt down so you could retrieve the loose papers without exposing your undergarments.

Michael bent down next to you and attempted to help, his cologne flooding your nostrils.

You stuffed stack of papers in between your chest, “Don’t even bother…I don’t need your help, lord knows what you’ll do with my papers . “ you muttered, earning a deep laugh from him.

He still assisted you, it was the gentleman in him not wanting to watch you struggle.

His eyes observed you closely, “why can’t we just be nice to each other? We’re gonna be on a trip together, the most we can do is put our differences aside.” He reasoned,handing you a stack of papers for you to organize.

You side eyed him and took the stack, “I’m always nice Michael. I say hi and hello, and I talk business with you…I’m not looking to be your friend.”

His gave you heavy eye contact, “I’m not askin’ for you to be my friend…. I’m askin’ for mutual respect.”

You had to admit, his eyes were alluring and you were subconsciously getting lost in them, almost letting his words swoon you over.

Keyword, almost.

“Michael,” you breathed with a heavy sigh, returning his level of eye contact, “im really not doing this today, I already give you mutual respect. Now please let me get to work, I have stacks of papers to review.” You dismissed, as you walked away from him, retreating to your office. Your heels echoing against the tiles.

Michael watched the backside of you shamelessly as you walked away. A small smile gracing his lips as you yet again shot him down, not giving him the attention most women did.

He liked your passive nature, determined to get you wrapped around his finger like every other woman he’s dealt with.

Yet anytime he tried to slither his way in with small little attempts you wouldn’t budge.

He just couldn’t figure you out. He was stuck between hating you, being amused by you, and having a strong attraction to you.

His brain constantly battled with the three, unable to come to terms with himself.

♡

Location: Los Angeles, LAX Airport

Surprisingly the plane ride wasn’t as dreadful as you thought it would be. As usual a few sly comments towards each other were made but you two were able to coexist in first class together without causing a scene.

He had on his reading glasses as he read his book and you were nose deep in some files, letting time fly by you.

It was all good until you two got off the plane and were now waiting for your private pick up from the airport to take you to the hotel.

Your silk press glided with the soft wind as you took off your LV sunglasses, “No they said pick up is over there,” you pointed towards your far left, as people bustled by in a hurry.

Michael let out a long drawn out groan, holding back his apparent annoyance, “No it’s the other way like I’ve been saying for the past ten minutes.”

A older couple walked by you two, the older lady was frail and smiled softly at you then Michael, “You two are such a cute couple, I remember when me and Paul here,” she tapped her husbands bicep softly, “we used to argue about the pick up spot all time. If it’s a private ride it’s that way darling.” She said pointing in the direction Michael was trying to tell you.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks began to get warm, “no no we’re not-“

The old lady didn’t seem to hear you so she kept going, “we’re actually on our way to see my grandchildren…you two must be on a couples trip?”

Before you could speak Michael shot you a small mischievous smirk, “Yes actually, we’re actually visiting her parents isn’t that right darling?” He asked, sinking his hand onto your waist.

If you weren’t so restrained you would’ve indeed slapped him clean across his face, “Yes they live around Beverly Hills.” You said sweetly.

She then went on a 15 min ramble about life in Beverly Hills and now her children went on to do great things. Absolutely boring you yet you stayed respectful, wanting to hear her out.

The older lady smiled, completely engaged in the lie brewing between you and Michael, “Oh that’s really nice, we lived out there for a while, it’s really nice, great place to raise a family,” she beamed as she observed you two closely , “well, we have to go, our ride is here, it was nice talking to you two, have a nice day!”

“You as well Mrs.” Michael said, returning a small wave.

The older lady whispered something to Michael very silently, something along the lines of, “treat her right, she’s a beautiful girl.” Before walking away.

When they left you rolled your suitcase to the pick up area, not waiting for Michael to follow.

You were fuming but decided to not blow up on him in public, “you’re such an asshole and you’re childish.” Was all you muttered as he began to catch up to you.

He chuckled, “you have to live a little, life is short.”

You rolled your eyes, not really caring to entertain him anymore.

Fortunately you two were right on time, the private car finally coming to pick you two up.

The whole ride to the hotel consisted of you ignoring Michael. Not wanting to show him any type of attention. You barely were 2 hours into the trip and you already were drained.

Location: Los Angeles, CA

After a thirty minute drive, the car began to slow, stopping at a roundabout that led to the hotel. It was beautiful, its modern exterior from made your eyes widen. You can tell it was built for only the finest to stay at.

A concierge immediately came to the car, opening your door for you, his hand immediately sticking out towards you to assist you out the car, “Hello, Ma’am,” he looked at Michael, “ and sir, I am Johnathan and I will be assisting you two.”

You smiled and grasped his hand, lifting yourself out the car, “Hello Johnathan.”

A few other people you were assuming were concierges, took the luggage from the trunk of the limo.

Johnathan led you and Michael into the main lobby. It was breath taking, filled high vaulted ceilings that were adorned with gold, along with mini crystal chandeliers that reflected bright lights that made the tiles shine endlessly.

There were staircases that seemed to infinitely zigzag upwards, making you truly question how many stories there are.

Johnathan gave you two each a keys to your room, telling you about the room service and the other amenities such as the private pool.

“There’s also extra private jacuzzis in each room for the couples as well, in case you wanted private time with your partner .” Johnathan beamed, still leading you two towards the elevator.

Nothing clicked yet for you two, but there were constant hints soft launching this hotel was a couples hotel.

You didn’t notice the romantic getaway vibe that was slowly being soft launched in front of you.

Nor did you two blink an eye at the fact that only couples were flooding the hotel or the fact that the elevator music had a romantic tune.

Nothing added up until you two were escorted to the room. The door having this oddly sentimental flower heart on the door.

“Well, this is your room, if you need me I will always be on stand by to assist just press the button in the room to call!” Johnathan said with professional enthusiasm.

Your brows furrowed, “Excuse me? Where is his room?” You asked, pointing to Michael.

Johnthan gave you a confused look, “I’m not sure what do you mean? This is a couples hotel..you two share a room if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Michael shook his head, “No no, this has to be a mistake, we’re here for a business trip, we’re not a couple?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened as if he solved a puzzle, “Oh my…well you two might’ve booked the wrong hotel. This is for couples only. So one room per couple.”

Irritation flooded your veins, “ is there any way I can get my own room? I’ll pay whatever.” You said, trying to come to a solution.

“Uh well…unfortunately we’re at max capacity, there’s no rooms I can give you ma’am, I’m truly sorry.” Johnathan muttered, slowly crumbling under your intense glare.

You groaned aloud, “You know what it’s ok, thank you for your assistance. I’ll be at the front desk to speak with your manager.”

“W-well Unfortunately he’s on leave this week and he cannot assist you like you need. Per policy I cannot do a room change without his authorization.S-sorry for the inconvenience.” Johnathan stuttered.

And with that you thanked Johnathan for his help, informing him a formal complaint will be sent, before going into the room to call dibs on everything, and mutter cuss words to yourself to prevent from crashing completely out on everyone.

Michael was still in the door way talking, trying to provide peace during the situation , “You know what thank you, don’t even worry about it we’ll make it work.”

You on the other hand explored the room, coming in contact with an elevated wooden canopy bed draped in a milky white lace at the top.

Rose petals scattered along the bed making a cute symmetrical heart in front of the plethora of decorative pillows that were placed intentionally in certain patterns, varying from small to big pillows.

“Oh hell no…” you muttered lowly.

The lighting in the room was purposely lower, casting soft hues everywhere. You walked around some more, finding a small sitting area with love seats by an arched window that was covered by thick curtains that also played a part in the lack of lighting in the room. You could tell this was done purposely to give a sensual atmosphere to the place.

There were chocolates on the little table in this area that read: Love Chocolate. You examined the packet before picking it up off of the little tray it rested on and open one, plopping the pieces of the creamy chocolate into your mouth.

Not thinking twice.

You kept walking until you found a phone nearby, dialing up your bosses number to try figure out this room situation yet she never picked up. You groaned, cussing out loud frustratedly.

“Yeah you should know the time difference here is different than New York, the boss might not pick up.” Michael informed you, as he looked around the hotel room in awe.

You cut your eyes at him, “well that’s just great,” you beamed sarcastically as you slammed the phone down. Combing your hands through your straightened hair as if it would magically help you come to a solution.

Michael laughed at your stressed state, “This won’t even be that bad, come on, a few hours with me tonight won’t hurt.”

“You’re so right. It won’t be bad at all actually because…..” you didn’t finish your sentence for a second, you just went to the bed, grabbing all the pillows and used them to divide the bed in half, “your lucky I have heart otherwise you’d be on the floor.”

Michael watched you attentively as you finished dividing the bed, “that’s fine with me, whatever makes you comfortable I guess.”

Your hand went to your hip, “Yeah I know it’s whatever, so don’t even dare cross the pillow line. I don’t care if you gotta sleep on the edge of the bed. None of your limbs better touch mine.” You fussed, sounding like a mom reprimanding her son.

An intrigued grin cradled Michael’s lips, “I’m not sure how any man puts up with you honestly. You’re a lot.”

You shrugged now unpacking your clothes and personal items from your suit case and separating them, “that’s because they cant put up with me and I won’t give them a chance to do so. Besides who needs a man?” You asked rhetorically.

The only thing you got from Michael was an amused hum, almost as if he was saying “yeah sure.” But you chose to ignore that, not really caring too much to prove anything.

Especially not to him.

Time passed by quickly, you were deep into organizing files from your briefcase, deciding to prep for tomorrow’s conference.

You hummed silently to yourself enjoying the peace of silence since Michael went to go shower which was about twenty minutes ago.

He finally came in, a soft scent of jasmine flooding the room. You looked up, he had no shirt on, showing off his lean physique. He had on only pajama pants and a towel clung to his neck, his straight hair was slightly reverting at the front, giving a slightly curly look.

You licked your bottom lip quickly, feeling your body react oddly weird to seeing him with no shirt. Heat was pooling everywhere, your heart rate increasing as your cheeks began to warm up. You were confused on why you were feeling this way right now, being that you never had feelings like this towards a man in a while.

Michael shot a quick gaze at you, making you immediately tighten up, not wanting him to read right through you.

“What do you have to say now?” He asked, expecting a smart answer from you.

Your gaze pierced him, “you’re full of yourself.” You said, pretending to be absent minded in your response. But for some reason an ache was starting to build between your thighs, a steady pulse coming out of nowhere.

You closed you eyes and took a deep breathe, deciding you’d go take a shower as well to reset you body. Maybe that’s what you needed. A nice shower.

A reset.

Yet you were wrong. The cold water from the shower was doing nothing for you. Instead when you got out the shower it made your nipples perkier, causing them to poke out of the night gown you were wearing.

You still felt warmth spreading through out your body. You were feeling unbearably stuffy, making you feel like you were trapped in a blazing hot sauna as blood rushed through your veins and directly to your clit.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, trying to douse your face in cold water to cool down but nothing helped.

You walked out the bathroom, taking off your shower cap, revealing your bonnet underneath with your silk press that was secured by another scarf.

“Hey….Michael,” you began, earning a small ounce of attention from him, “don’t you feel really hot right now? Or is it just me?” You asked, your voice breathless.

His eyes browsed your body from head to toe as he closed his book shut, “The air is freezing cold right now…how are you hot?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

You were flushed all over, sweat beading on your forehead, as your body filled with impending arousal. You were becoming unable to contain yourself.

“Then why the fuck do I feel like this?” You asked harshly, utterly confused.

“Like what? What do you feel like?” He asked curiously, confused about your flustered state.

You placed your hands on your forehead, “I feel really hot…like I don’t know, like I’m aching for something.” You muttered quickly.

Michael looked at you for a little longer, his eyes flickering like he just had an ‘aha moment’ then he erupted into laughter, making you become completely lost, “Did you eat those chocolates over there?”

Your brows furrowed, “Yeah why?”

He laughed some more, covering his mouth, “You do know those were chocolates that make you turned on right?”

Your eyes widened in horror, unable to truly take in his statement.

How could you not have read the chocolate you picked up earlier, it was called: “Love candy” for a reason.

You were beginning to panic, attempting to pace around the room until Michael grabbed your wrist to stop you. The soft pads of his fingers made your skin ripple, wanting him to do more than just grab your wrists.

You didn’t not think like this normally, the chocolate was messing with your nervous system.

You looked at him with an evil glare, trying to keep the facade that you were ok, “Do not touch me.” You seethed, while yanking your hand away.

Michael gave you eye contact, his frame slightly towering over yours, “I’m trying to get you to calm down. “

“I can’t just calm down? Unless you plan on doing something about this.” You spat, motioning your hands up and down your body for emphasis.

Michael’s eyes darkened, “I mean I can do something about it alright …but that’s only if you let me.” His voice dropping a few octaves towards the end of his sentence.

Heavy silence settled for a minute as your thoughts churned.

You wanted this to stop, hating the feeling this chocolate bar gave you, “You can do anything….just fucking fix it.” You said, giving him complete consent.

A confident smirk overtook Michael’s lips as he grazed his index finger over your lips, “I will but you have to really watch your mouth…or else I could leave you right here to rot until the conference. And we wouldn’t like that huh?”

You only nodded, the tough girl act out the window now, as you were completely at his mercy. You were embarrassed a little, cornered because you needed something from a man, but what made matters worse you needed something from Michael of all people.

You just needed some type of relief. Not caring about the desperate look harboring in your eyes anymore.

He backed you onto the bed, backing you against the soft pillows, “You wanna know what the problem with you is?” He asked you.

You shook your head, no words coming out your mouth. You were helpless, your gown was now ridden up your parted thighs, showing off the arousal seeping through your underwear.

“The problem is…you haven’t been touched like this,” he began, brushing his fingers against your clit through your sticky underwear, “so you live your life angry at the world when really you just need someone to make you feel good. Isn’t that right?” He asked.

You let out a breathy moan of acknowledgment as you felt his fingers move your panties to the side to rub your soaked clit. Your arousal was dribbling along his hands and the sheets, endlessly flowing everywhere as he coaxed your clit with his thumb and fingered you simultaneously.

Your back arched at the fullness of his fingers and his thumb rubbing your pulsating clit at the same rate. “Mhm…that’s it. Just give into me…yeah like that. See how good you feel mama?” He asked, watching you writhe uncontrollably.

Each swipe and curl of his fingers had you losing your mind as the pleasure from it all began to overtake you. Your legs trembled as your mouth fell open, letting all sorts of sweet sounds leave your mouth. He curled his fingers again inside of you, causing you to spray all over his hands uncontrollably.

His eyes widened, as he watched you, clearly drunk off the way your walls grasped his fingers, making him groan to himself.

“You’re making such a mess baby…mhm that’s right look at yourself…this is what it’s like when you’re being handled the right way,” He cooed.

You watched the lewd scene unfolding in front of you, you watched the way his hand was soaked with your wetness, making soft sounds that bounced off the wall with each curl and thrust.

You felt yourself twitching, grabbing at the nearby sheets as you felt yourself slowly letting loose

“Right there? Is that your spot?” He asked mockingly, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.

You gasped, “Yes right there….fuck….need more.” You were babbling at this point, feeling insatiable, still needing more than his hands.

“You have to be patient…just relax. Focus on what I’m giving you.” He coached, curling his fingers over and over, making your legs shake around his wrists as more fluids sprayed out of you. You shamelessly ground against his hand, rushing to your orgasm.

You felt his free hand grasp your hips, making you stop moving them. “Don’t rush it, I feel you almost there. Just trust me.”

You moaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to just cum but he kept a steady pace, keeping you at the brink. Until he got on his stomach, replacing his mouth this the thumb that was rubbing your clit.

The dual stimulation of his fingers curling inside of you and his mouth lapping up your wetness, engulfing you completely, had you moaning uncontrollably as you came into his mouth. His name constantly left your lips as you rode out your orgasm, grinding against his tongue.

He got off his stomach, watching you hungrily as he wiped his mouth.

You were completely wrecked, racing to catch your breath that came out in heavy pants. “Fuck…..” you muttered under your breath, watching Michael like a hawk.

You were on awe. You never had an orgasm this intense before other than from a toy that you used from time to time.

“You ok now?” He asked you, with a small triumphant smile on his face.

You were still hungry for more, the stimulant still didn’t wear off yet. “No…….and it’s not getting any better.” You said shakily.

Michael hummed, “well I don’t think there’s much else for me to do. I’m not sure you could handle me.” He said tauntingly.

He knew good in well he was hard, his hard on making a thick tent in his pants. He also knew good and well he wanted to fuck you.

Any man that was straight would wanna fuck you, you are beautiful and certainly was the talk town among the men in the office. Yet most of them you wouldnt even let get remotely close to you, especially after you last break up. You were labeled as mean and ruthless among men.

Yet the version of you Michael was opposite, he was seeing was desperate and needy from you.

“Michael…..” you said lowly, as if you were warning him to stop teasing before you act out of character.

He hummed, “You have to beg for it.”

Your eyes widened, never in life did you need to beg for what you wanted.

“Beg?” You whispered, not wanting to completely submit yet.

He grabbed your hand, placing it over the huge bulge that poked through his pajama pants, “You feel that,” he asked, earning a nod from you, “you want this inside you? Making you cum over….and over…” he whispered, watching you grind against the fingers that were cupping your pussy.

“Yes…I need it so bad…” you whimpered, slowly being reduced into shambles the more desire clouded your thoughts. You felt him twitching through the flimsy fabric of his pants, wanting to ride him with everything you had in you.

“Yeah? Then beg for it, tell me how much you want it….” He commanded, no longer teasing you.

You’d slap yourself later for this but you begged, asking him to fuck you, “Please just make me feel good, I really need you….just this once.” You pleaded, your tough girl act gone.

“You look so pretty when you’re desperate….so this is what underneath all that thick skin you have…..in reality your just needy too huh?” He said, stroking your cheek softly.

You impatiently grabbed onto Michael, hoisting yourself onto his lap. Your slick from your unclothed pussy dribbling all over his pajama pants as you lowered yourself right on his bulge. His hands immediately gripped your waist, making a weak attempt on trying to stop you. Yet you were too deep in, feeling all the pressure from the friction going directly to your over sensitive clit.

He leaned his head back, groaning lowly from like pressure he was feeling too, precum dripping down his shaft inside his pants.

“Your…doing too much talking… just fuck me already.” You shamelessly babbled in between moans.

Michael was genuinely trying to take his time with you, yet your bossy nature took ahold of you making you become impatient. Now he was going to fuck you until you couldn’t think anymore.

His hands gripped your hips harshly, stopping you from grinding onto him. He placed you flat on your back making you whine at the loss of contact on your clit.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here…it’s ok I’ll remind you, he said, “…keep em right there, you move your legs I stop,” he purred, referring to you keeping your legs open and your knees near your ears.

The position was stretching you out, causing your folds to open up and more of your arousal seep below you, making a small puddle that glistened.

You watched him take off his pants and underwear before revealing himself, making your eyes widen at how thick it was and how his length was long standing tall in its stature.

His swollen tip dripped endless dribbles of precum as it dripped onto the sheets, he pumped himself softly before guiding himself inside you. He first swiped your clit lightly to gather your arousal, making you squeal at the contact before attempting to push his tip inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, settling into the small relief you felt at only the tip of him engulfed your walls. A small moan left his lips, feeling how warm you were made him lose his mind.

“You feel so good….” He muttered, as he pushed himself into you some more, this time only half way in, making you yelp at the stretch, “you can take it….just relax.”

He pushed himself in some more until you were completely full of him. You pulsated madly around him, threatening to milk him just from the stagnant position he was in.

He grabbed your wrists and brought them to your clit, “rub your clit fa’ me….match my pace.” He instructed, giving you heavy eye contact that you were successfully returning.

He pulled out of you slowly, making you whine at the loss, “I know…I’m gonna take care of you.”

He pushed himself back in, this time pushing deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. Making your toes curl and knees threaten to buckle from the intense stimulation.

Fluids spurt out of you with each slow and steady snap of his hips, making Michael mutter cuss words to himself.

“FUCK…I’m about to cum!.” You screamed as you tried to rub your clit to match the slow drag of his hips going in and out of you. But you couldn’t keep up.

“I know I know, just let it all go.” He said assuredly.

Pressure was building up inside of you slowly, each movement of his hips driving you crazy.

Michael helped you, ghosting his hands on your wrist to help you rub your clit as he maintained his slow in and out pace. You whimpered his name as your back arched off the bed as he kept tapping your sweet spot ruthlessly.

“There she is! Look at how you arch fa’ me…..so beautiful…” he moaned, as your walls fluttered around him, sucking him in intensely.

Your vision was spotting as your mouth hung open, your mouth dry from the lack of words you were able to say. As he delivered his deep strokes repeatedly causing you to cum, this time creaming on him. You screamed his name, chanting it endlessly.

Your walls pulsated around him from your orgasm, making him lose his composure.

“S-shit….” He stuttered, slowly losing himself.

He seen you try to release your hand from your clit, falling into overdrive from the overstimulation you were feeling after your intense orgasm. “Keep fucking..going. “ he ordered, this time pinning your hands down towards your stomach so you can continue rubbing your delicate clit.

His plan was to have you help yourself drive into overstimulation. This is exactly what you needed, to be dominated just like this.

His strokes picked up speed, this time moving the canopy bed against the wall over and over. The bed creaked and rocked loudly against the hotel walls.

Your fingers mirrored the fast pace he was going at on your clit causing you to lose your mind again.

“Yeah that’s right…go exactly my speed…s’too much?” He asked.

A futile nod was all you could spare as he fucked you like his life depended on it as you threatened to cum again, feeling something huge building in your stomach .

“Good….i want you to remember feeling every inch of me inside of you.” He breathlessly moaned.

His balls were now slapping against you as kept up his fast thrusts, causing you to write uncontrollably and your legs shake again.

“Oh my-I can’t, Michael I’m about-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before a string of loud cries erupted from your throat as you felt yourself release fluids constantly with each pump as you came. Shuddering uncontrollably, under the weigh of him.

You were surprised and partially embarrassed by the mess out made on him and the sheets. Little did you know that turned him on completely, causing him to twitch inside of you…almost losing himself.

“Fuck..I’m cummin’…watch what you do to me…watch me fill you up.” He panted…as he cocked his head back, his mouth agape, letting vulnerable moans escape from his lips.

You dug your nails into his forearms, watching his once calculated strokes become sloppy as he came inside of you. Staying there as he shuddered against you before pulling out and crashing next to you.

You were still breathless, shaking, sweaty, and voice hoarse. “T-thank you.” You croaked, never expecting those words to come out your mouth.

He had surprised you tonight. You never knew Michael had this much stamina, being he is forty and youre thirty three.

Michael smiled,turning his body to face you, “Your always welcome…you feeling better now?”

You nodded, “Yeah…but don’t think this ordeal makes us friends or anything…I still dislike you.”

A soft breathless chuckle left his lips, “ I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”

Although the small rivalry still stood between you two, this night changed the dynamic between y’all forever because tonight you two started an addiction to each other you both couldn’t stop.

꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ༻꧂

Description: Michael is a bad boy, that lives a carefree life full of fame and he falls for you, a sweet innocent preachers daughter. Your dad doesn’t like him…putting you in a position where you ghost him for weeks. Which turns into an unfortunate series of events.

Warnings: cussing, 18+, smut, oral sex f!recieving, he eats you out his sunroof, dom!michael, p!in v sex, penetration, tying up, overstimulation, fluff, etc.

Authors note: sorry yall I definitely went a little overboard with the plot (per usual) but I hope you all enjoy!!!

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The soft clink of cups and eating utensils created a soft ambience of a family dinner. A dimly lit candle sat in the middle of the black lacquer table, adorned with a gold floral table cloth.

Wine glasses were set on the table by your parent’s plates, while you opted for just water and light ice.

This was the time of the night you dreaded the most. You absolutely hated dinner with your parents every night, not because you hated them but because of the conversations they would have with you.

It was exhausting, every time you met with them for dinner it turned into a court room.

Another disagreement turned argument with your father.

“So…how school been?” Your dad asked heartily as he scraped some of his collared greens off his plate with his fork, breaking the silence.

You shrugged nonchalantly as you kept flattening your fork in the yams your mom made, “You know same old same old, teachers drowning me with work.”

Your dad only acknowledged your answer with a soft hum before shooting a knowing look to your mom. You knew that look, the look that was going to ignite a fire within you if the wrong words were spoken.

Your mom smiled sweetly, “Me and your dad have been thinking about you getting married. You are twenty two and approaching the age your sister got married.”

You internally rolled your eyes, keeping the facade that you were listening intently to each word on the outside. You held yourself with so much poise and respect but internally you were fuming.

Pissed you were being compared to your older sister like you have been your entire life.

Silence wavered around you three.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of your water. The cold substance seemed to cool your boiling blood rather than quench your thirst.

You put your drink down with a heavy clink, your eyes flickering towards your mom who was across the from you, “So you want me to get married?”

Your dad chimed in, “Exactly that, it’s time for you to find a husband in the church. There’s plenty of young men I know of.”

Here came this tired conversation again.

The colloquy was the same each time, your dad wanted you to find a church man just like your sister did. A man that he could pick to take his place as the pastor once he got old.

He wanted to pass the keys of leadership in the church on to the next worthy man who he seen fit. In his mind it had to be at least one of his daughter’s husbands.

You sighed softly, “Listen, mom, dad,” you shot a quick gaze to your dad who was at the head of the table, then your mom, “I respect your wishes but right now I’m focused on college and quite frankly I’m not looking for marriage.”

That was a lie, a little white lie. You were indeed in love but who had to know?

Who had to know it was Michael Jackson?

Certainly you weren’t going to tell your dad who it was.

Your dad’s eyes narrowed, “So you tellin’ me you not looking for love huh?” He questioned as he looked at your mom.

He had his, “can you believe this bullshit” look plastered onto his face.

Your mom only looked down at her plate quickly before excusing herself to gather everyone’s plates, “I’m gonna start us with some dessert.”

She swiftly disappeared to the kitchen, leaving the conversation to be between you and your dad. Mainly because she knew you had deep feelings for Michael. She promised to keep her silence on the subject, reminding you that he seemed like a good fit for you but your dad would never even approve you two together.

Now it was just you and your dad. It felt like an intense presidential debate brewing between you two.

“Yes it’s true dad. I’m focused on my studies,” you reasoned as you folded your napkin absentmindedly, trying to keep yourself grounded.

Your dad took a gulp of his non alcoholic wine, “I’ve been twenty two before, you don’t think I know about you and that boy,” he paused briefly , “or shall I say his name, Mr Michael?”

You gulped nervously. Wonder how he knew of this. Your mom wouldn’t have ratted you out.. so how?

Sweat was building under your arm pits as your body began to increase in temperature.

Your dad wanted to play devils advocate you were here for it, you’d play right into what he wanted.

You attempted to seem unmoved by the mention of his name, “Yes Michael is someone I’m close with, what’s the problem?”

Your mom came in, putting down a fresh slice of chocolate cake in front of you and your dad before attempting to disappear into the kitchen again.

“No, baby stay in here, listen to your daughter,” he commanded, “close is an understatement. You don’t think I hear you on the phone with him or even when you go to God knows where at night?”

You bit the inside of your lip hard, tasting metallic taste of blood on your tongue. It took everything in you to restrain from being disrespectful. You took a deep breath and smiled lightly.

“Dad, I’m also a grown woman with her own life going on and her own relationship business.” You said defensively, your voice firm yet respectful.

Your dad eyes dropped with disappointment once he heard those words roll off your tongue, “You forgot to add, your a young woman that is still under her dad’s mortgage and light bill, while also having religious obligations. In theory you’re grown yes but the Bible says to obey your parents, which you’re not doing.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion , “I do everything you ask me to do, no, actually beyond that and it’s still not good enough?”

Your dad shook his head vigorously, “You do the bare minimum, you do as to what you’re supposed to do. What you don’t do is what’s expected of you and that’s where you go wrong. I warned you about that boy didn’t I?”

You wish you could flip the table over. That’s how fired up with anger you were. Mainly because you had feelings for Michael and he seemed to be the one guy that actually cared for you and treated you like a woman.

The men at church that your dad loved to introduce to you were all the same just in different variations. Most courted you because they knew your dad would be giving up his preacher position soon.

They wanted the money and the status associated with the title of being the preacher and your husband, they never really truly wanted you.

Not because you weren’t pretty because you were drop dead gorgeous, it’s just they looked past that and focused on their own advantages they would receive from dating you.

You knew this and felt you deserved more than to be some trophy First Lady of the church in the future.

You got up from the table, scooting your chair back to give you room to leave, “Im done talking about this. What I choose to do is up to me.”

Your dad scolded you harshly, “Don’t you dare walk away, listen to me and listen to me clear,” his voice was firm with anger, “I catch you with him or even talking to him, I will take away your funding for school and anything else you hear me?”

All of a sudden you felt dizzy, unable to process your dad’s harsh and unfair words.

The large dining room felt significantly smaller and cramped with thick tension and heat.

You craned your head to meet your fire lit dad’s eyes, “Are you serious?” Was all you could mutter.

Your dad finally touched his cake, happily plopping a slice into his mouth before speaking, “I won’t let you tarnish the family image. You can’t get the benefits of being in this family if you can’t even listen to my simple rules. It’s simple really, yet your choice.”

You glanced at your mom as tears threatened to spill out. Trying to find her eyes so you could see if she would co-sign on your behalf. Per usual she opted for silence.

Immediately you stormed out of the room in silence, unable to even think clearly.

As you trudged along the steps to retreat to your room your dad was still talking.

“One day you’ll see how far listening to me gets you,” he called after you, before muttering to your mom to let you be and not follow you.

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The next day you sat in your bed and looked through your couple photo book you and Michael made. You had a whole secret relationship with him without your dad knowing before yesterday.

You loved Michael truly with all your heart.

Yet deep down you knew you needed the money for school, being that it was your passion to pursue higher education.

You hated how your dad manipulated this situation. You hated how you couldn’t be normal like everyone else and love whoever.

Yet here you were. Your dad hated Michael all because he felt like he wasn’t fit for you.

Mainly because he was a bad boy.

A boy who liked to race in his fast luxury cars while simultaneously preforming for thousands.

A boy who sometimes got into trouble and would have you out at the late hours of the night.

A boy who was your first everything.

Believe it or not, he changed you.

In a way your father didn’t like.

You spoke up for yourself more around your parents since you started dating Michael and your dad noticed.

He noticed the small subtle changes in your mood.

How you’d rush to the phone at certain hours of the night. Or how you and your mom would speak in hushed whispers when you two thought he wasn’t listening.

So naturally he got suspicious and investigated a little and eventually divulged your little secret.

You closed the photo book and hid it somewhere so you could forget about Michael.

You mustered up the courage to break up with him on the phone. Dodging Michael’s concern on your sudden change of heart.

He would say, “If there’s something wrong mama talk to me, I’ll fix it.” Hurt laced his voice making your stomach drop.

You felt so bad, trying not to wavier on your promise to your dad, only saying Michael, “You can’t fix it. We’re done. Goodbye Michael.”

Little by little you ghosted him. You ignored his calls, and his letters.

Every way of contact possible you dodged.

3 weeks went by of pure mortifying silence from you.

You decided to start engaging with the boys from church. Sweet smiles framed your dad’s face once he seen you walk out his front door with the church boys to go on dates.

You hated to admit but you did like the approval you were gaining from your dad.

Approval you never were able to receive since you were born. So naturally it struck a cord in your heart for you to do right.

You put on your best innocent act, seeming interested when it was actually opposite.

Although you longed for you dad’s approval and wanted your schooling paid for, you still hated every boy that wasn’t Michael.

It made your heart long for him even more but you wanted to hold up the end of your deal with your father.

Yet you felt an empty longing for Michael’s smile.

Longing for the late night drives where he would sing his unreleased songs he wrote to you.

The cute little drive in dates where you two would drown yourselves in candy.

The intimate moments that you two shared just talking about childhood and life.

He flooded your mind all the time. You just hoped he didn’t hate you.

“You ok??” A hazel eyed young man asked you across from the dinner table.

Here you were, stuck at another dinner table with a man from church you didn’t even have an ounce of interest in.

Immediately you were brought out of your daze, coming back to the dreadful date you currently were on.

You nodded, “yeah I’m just feeling a little queasy…you mind taking me home?”

-

Your eyes were shut peacefully as you drifted off to the sweet realm of dreams. You were comfortably tucked into your fluffy blankets.

Your eyes sealed shut under your eye mask.

Your fan hummed softly overhead as the crickets made a symphony along with the fan outside your window.

Even with all the background noise a soft silence settled in until…

A large thud vibrated against your window waking you out of your peaceful slumber.

Immediately you sat up and slipped your eye mask off, looking around the infinite darkness. Another thud shook your window again, making your skin crawl in fear.

You peeled out of your blankets and slowly approached your window before opening the curtains and unlocking the window.

You slowly unlocked it and opened it while peering outside from the second story of your house.

You scanned the lawn, rubbing your eyes sleepily. Until you met with a dark curly haired man with beautiful brown doe eyes, that twinkled under the moonlight.

He had on a red varsity jacket, you couldn’t make out the rest of his outfit due to the darkness.

He was looking up at you with a cocky yet handsome smile on his face as rocks piled in his left hand.

It finally registered to you that it was Michael that was currently outside your window.

“What the fuck…” you whispered harshly to him from the window, carefully to not wake up your parents.

Michael smiled even wider, “you ignore me for week and this is how you say hi?”

You rubbed in between the bridge of your nose and sighed, “you got my message right? We’re done so why are you here?”

Michael swiped his tongue against his bottom lip and nodded as if he just solved a mystery, “I got ya’ message and honestly I find it funny you break up with me so suddenly over the phone. You couldn’t give me the courtesy ta’ talk in person.”

Your heart sank once he said that. You could tell he was hurt.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, “listen things just happened ok?”

He laughed mockingly, “happened? No you’re gonna be a big girl and get dressed and come tell me like a woman that you wanna break up. I don’t do over the phone anything.”

You were too stunned to even begin a rebuttal, because he’s right. You have to end things the right way, he at least deserved that much.

So you told yourself you’re going to end it tonight, the right way.

“Fine, give me 15 mins, I gotta get dressed,”you said quickly, before shutting the window and curtains.

-

You carefully snuck out the house and slipped out the front door, silently and as swift as possible. You took long strides towards Michael.

He leaned back against the hood of his car, his eyes browsing your body up and down, jaw clenched and taut with small remnants of anger.

You had on a shirt and a jean skirt that exposed your goosebump ridden thighs, “Hey…” you squeaked before looking down at your feet, mentally slapping yourself for your sudden shyness.

Michael leaned off of the hood of his shiny red convertible Porsche, twisting his keys around his index finger. The fresh paint reflected the sidewalk lights and the moonlight that lit up the night sky. He stood in front of you, leaving only a few inches of space. His scent wafted into your nose.

Notes of eucalyptus made a cloud around you.

He brought your eyes up to look at him by lifting your chin.

“Can’t even look me in the eye yet you boldly shut me out,” he said smoothly, showing small sparks of anger and bitterness.

Yet he never raised his voice, no, he was way too calm for a man that has been ghosted unfairly.

Your eyes pooled into his, as you lost your ability to speak coherently for a second before clearing your throat. “Sorry, ok? I didn’t have to break things off like that.”

Michael laughed with poison interlaced in it, yet nothing was truly funny , “yeah you think?” He said sarcastically.

You twiddled your thumbs nervously looking around cautiously and spoke, “not here, let’s talk somewhere else….more private.”

Something about his calm demeanor frightened you.

Michael stared at you blankly for a second before opening the passenger side of his car for you begrudgingly.

No matter what he’d always be a gentleman to you.

You slid quickly into the plush leather seat before buckling your seat belt.

He got into the driver seat and revved the engine loudly before zooming off with one hand on the wheel holding on tight.

You hated yourself for thinking he looked delicious like this. His curls were damp, touching the nape of his neck, framing his chiseled jawline. Your attention focused to his veiny hands that gripped the wheel with so much force his knuckles were turning white.

You squeezed your thighs tightly, feeling your thoughts beginning to take another route.

His eyes were fixated on the road as he sped down the winding roads of California.

The energy was stuffy and unbearable unlike the usual car rides with him that were carefree and fun, full of genuine laughter.

Michael broke the uncomfortable silence and looked into your eyes, searching for an answer, “Just tell me where things went wrong.”

“It’s nothing you did, it’s me,” you responded vaguely.

His hands grip the wheel even tighter, “right. so you don’t talk to your man and just ghost him for three weeks. Because it’s you?”

You didn’t want to tell him about your father threatening to pull your funding and the deal you made with him. So you stayed silent.

Michael continued, “then ghost me like you don’t love me. Sit here an’ tell me to my face you don’t love me. Say it!”

You looked out the window, watching the scenery of the late night past by you. “Michael…” you said softly.

“No say you don’t love me right now. If you’re serious about this being over. Tell me and I’ll take you home, we won’t even have to talk about anything else,” he interrupted.

You gulped, unable to form words.

Michael smiled, “thought so, because you do love me. So what’s the reason you’re going on dates with other men and ghosting me out the blue? Hm?”

Your eye widened unexpectedly, like a deer caught in headlights, you weren’t supposed to react like that. It was because you were so surprised that he knew of your fake dates.

He read your expression immediately, “Oh you think I wouldn’t know about the little dates you’ve been on?”

“It’s not like that…i promise. It’s more complicated than you think.” You reasoned.

He huffed, “Yeah? So what’s it like?”

His demeanor still calm even after all this back and forth.

Silence was your response.

Which was right on time because the car was approaching a dark secluded road that read: No entry. Trespassers will be fined.

He entered anyway as if he didn’t see the large sign, following a long dirt road that seemed to have a steady incline. You were going up somewhere, you just didn’t know where.

The car finally stopped. The engine making a soft hum as it hushed into silence. You looked out the window and were met with an overview of the city. The night skyline reflecting the soft hues of the city lights.

Your eyes twinkled with admiration as you took in the scenery.

Michael tapped a button, making the sunroof open above the two of you. Allowing the small draft of the California air into the car.

“Stand up and look outside.” He commanded softly.

You hesitantly followed his instructions, poking your upper body out of the hole of the sunroof, resting your hands on the top of the car.

You were finally able to feel the outside air and your eyes could finally get a better view of the city below.

There was enough space in the sunroof for Michael to also join you, “Look what could be yours. All of this. I could give you anything you desire, yet you leave me?”

Your eyes were casted to your fingers that rested onto the roof, your stomach folding with pure guilt.

“Be a big girl and look at me. Tell me why? This is my last time being nice about it.” He said in the softest manner.

You couldn’t bear to tell him the truth but you wanted to give him closure, yet you felt so strongly towards him you just couldn’t do it.

“Listen I don’t want to burden you with the situation, just know it’s serious.” You told him, barely revealing the truth.

Michael only nodded with a vague expression, so vague you were purely confused on why he wasn’t mad.

“Oh mama, you just don’t learn. So let me get this right,” he paused as his hands grasped your chin so your eyes could meet his, “you stop talking to me because of a ‘serious’ situation? You know what I call?”

You shook your head no, too stunned to speak.

“I call bullshit and lies. You know how I feel about lies…I really really dislike them. And to think I gave you many chances to speak, “ he leaned into you ear so you could hear him clear an whispered, “ yet you didn’t take them so I guess I have to help you talk then huh baby?” He taunted, his voice becoming condescending.

Your arms were pricked with goosebumps of anticipation mixed with a small slither of fear.

Yet all that kept replaying in your head is your father holding your education hostage, yet your body was responding to Michael’s touch. Inviting him to do more.

His abnormally large digits wrapped around your throat harshly, those eyes giving you an intense stare. He kissed your lips with anger intertwined within it. His tongue opening up your mouth for entrance. The strong and overbearing kiss seemed to have a message in it, almost like he was telling you how angry he is right now.

He pulled away from you, your breathing erratic and uneven. A small string of saliva was connected to your lip after the kiss.

“You might wanna start talkin’ to me before I make you,” he warned, his voice stripped of its usual sweetness, now it was now sharp and direct.

Before you could even formulate the next coverup lie you were about to tell, his other hand was still around your neck as he fumbled with your skirt, pulling it up so he could get to your heat.

The patient Michael was out the window, his calm demeanor now diminished.

Your body tensed, not ready for what was about to happen next.

Michael impatiently pulled your sopping wet panties to the side, immediately spreading your slickness against your clit.

Your body shuddered as you felt his thumb graze your clit and his other fingers trace your pulsating hole.

He was teasing you in the most evil way.

The tips of his fingers only gliding around the spots you needed him, making you accidentally let out an impatient whine and slowly grind your hips to meet his fingers where you needed.

His grip on your throat tightened, “You didn’t speak ta’ me for three weeks, your gonna feel everything I’ve felt those weeks. “

You pathetically bucked your hips, trying to feel some sensation but he would pull his hands away each time you felt a spark of stimulation. His hands would swiped your swollen clit so softly on purpose, making you slowly break down in front of him.

Any ounce of resolve you had was slowly dwindling away.

You didn’t care that you were both poking out the sunroof doing this, you didn’t care about the trespassing you were doing, or even your dad’s deal, you just wanted his intoxicating touch.

“Please…..” was all you whisper.

Michael raised a brow, “I know baby, you want me to touch you huh,” asked you, which elicited an obedient nod from you, “ i know, I feel you drippin’ all over me but you gotta start talkin’, tell me the real reason you ghosted me.”

You swallowed hard, still feeling his fingers graze your clit, making the sensitive bud pulsate uncontrollably, only fusing the arousal that was running down your thigh.

“My dad made me…” you paused, “ but before I start please keep touching me I’ll tell you everything.”

You were begging pathetically, your eyes meeting his dark ones with so much need.

When you looked at him like that how could he say no.

So his thumb finally touched your clit, sending electrical ripples of pleasure throughout your body. Making your back arch. His thick index and middle fingers greedily worked your g-spot, coaxing more of your arousal around his hand.

“h-he, fuck, he said I couldn’t talk to you anymore or…….else he wouldn’t pay for my college any-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence properly because before you could his fingers picked up a grueling pace.

One that was unbearable and fast, yet hitting that spot while deliciously giving your clit the same attention. “W-wait… Mike-“ you moaned, unable to form a proper sentence from the sudden switch in pace.

“Could’ve told me this, could’ve communicated this and I would’ve took care of you ,” he felt your hands grab at his wrist and paused his sentence, “Nu uh, move your hand and take it……fuck look at you making a mess.”

You clenched around his fingers tightly as you felt something about to release from the pit of your stomach, “I’m so sorry…” you whined.

Michael ignored you, he didn’t think a mere apology was good enough.

He kept the merciless pace his fingers were going at, unmoved by your whines and moans.

Your body convulsed as you came around his fingers, feeling his hands working you through your orgasm. You moaned his name over and over.

“That’s right baby keep saying the name of the only one that makes you feel good.” He cooed as he pressed down against your clit, making your legs buckle from the post orgasm oversensitivity.

Michael pulled his sopping wet fingers away from you and stuck them into your mouth, making you taste your juices. Your tongue swiped his fingers clean, leaving nothing but your saliva.

He released his other hand from your neck, letting you catch your breath for a moment.

All that could be heard is the sweet ambience of nature at night and your heavy breaths, racing to steady itself.

Before you could continue to say how sorry you were Michael lowered himself back into the car, no longer poking his head out the sunroof like you were currently.

You watched him lazily, still recovering from the waves of your orgasm.

“Stay there,” he commanded, looking up at you from below, “I want you watch the city, watch what could be yours as I fuck you with my tongue.”

Michael wasn’t literally going to give you the city, well unless you asked, he’d make it work. He just wanted you to see the skies the limit with him and that he could give you anything your heart desired if you just trusted him.

You felt hands tug your underwear down your thighs, helping you left each leg to discard the flimsy material. His soft lips grazed your thighs as he planted wet kisses everywhere.

His lips moved from your thighs to your wet and sticky folds as he kissed your clit a few times.

“Oh my God.” You breathed out, your head cocking back a little once you felt his mouth engulf your swollen bud.

The stimulation was too much, being that you barely had time to recover from your last orgasm.

He was eating you like he’s been starved for most of his life time, slurping and moaning into your heat.

Wetness was trickling from the side of his mouth as he watched you lose your mind.

Your thighs shook around his head as you grabbed onto the top of the car to find refuge in something as your other hand gripped the back of his head.

“I-I’m sorry baby…fuck-I really am, I won’t ever ghost you again…” you whimpered, feeing your orgasm approaching.

He only grunted at your apology, not really seeming to care if you were sorry or not.

His tongue would delve into your gaping hole before swiping back across your clit. The sheer feeling of it all made electrical pulses of desire run down your spine. You moaned uncontrollably as you felt your fluids squirting around, making Michael cuss to himself.

He kept his mouth sucked to your clit as he brought his three fingers into your wetness, constantly grasping your g-spot to open you up.

The pleasure was almost too overbearing, making your brain become cloudy as you fell apart on his hands, cumming a second time.

He pulled his mouth away from your clit, replacing it with his thumb as he watched your hips grind against his hand to ride out your orgasm.

He pulled his hands out of you as they were wet and messy. Making a mess against his leather seats.

Your legs wobbled uncontrollably, making Michael sit you down in the front seat for a minute as he pressed a button to close up the sunroof.

You leaned your head into the headrest part of your seat, trying to come down from your two intense orgasms.

You looked at Michael, who was slowly peeling off his clothing. He started with his varsity jacket, then his shirt .

“I shouldn’t have ignored you….i thought I was doing right. But I promise you it won’t happen again, besides , none of those others guys even touched me, I was just trying to make my dad happy.” You explained breathily, still winded from the past events.

Michael looked at you, his shirt now off, only having on his jeans and belt on, “Baby I know,” he said softly, his hands stroking your cheek gently, “it won’t happen again not just because I’ll pay for your school expenses, it won’t happen again because I’m about to show you exactly what happens when you ignore me.”

Your breathing went from calm to heightened, not in fear but in more so anticipation.

“Wait I-“ you began but he interrupted you.

His hands fumbled with his belt, “Get in the back.” He commanded, his voice now showing its familiar Gary Indiana drawl.

This indicated he was serious.

So you did, your legs felt like noodles yet you still managed a way to shakily transition to his back seat.

He joined behind you in the cramped and dark space of his back seats. He assisted you with helping you get on your elbows and knees.

His hands trailed down your back, making sure to correct your spine so it could arch how he wanted.

“Yea just like that mama …don’t move either.” He ordered.

Now you could tell he was really pissed because typically he’d want to be in missionary and see your beautiful face as he fucked you.

But this time, he wanted control and complete dominance. nothing more but to teach you a lesson.

You could hear the metallic clinks of his belt buckles moving as he swiped his belt off completely, using it to tie your hands behind your back.

You looked so helpless, sweat pooling on your forehead as it was smushed against the car door. The curve and the dip of your spine now on full display for him as you held your butt up so you could arch, giving him the perfect view of your glistening pussy.

The view made him almost forget how angry he was with you.

He pulled off his pants and under garments, throwing them in the front seat. You felt his warm finger tips dip into your sodden folds, making you squeal at the mere contact.

He took your arousal and rubbed it along his flushed tip. It leaked with precum and pulsed incessantly, aching for your warm relief.

His thick tip lined up with your entrance as one of his hands gripped your hips while the other assisted with pushing his length inside of you.

“Breathe….you can take me….i want you to feel all of me,” he assured, as you felt him stretch you out.

It felt like you were full yet he wasn’t even half way in.

“Mike….” You whimpered, unable to get out what you wanted to say.

He ignored you, pushing through your wetness, filling you until the hilt of him.

Both of you guy shuddered intensely as static began to build between you two.

Your eyes watered from the intense wave of pleasure hit you, feeling him tap that sweet spot inside of you. Filthy moans left your lips as he began delivering his heavy strokes.

Your eyes were rolling back as you felt him thrusting with intense force, making you feel his anger in each smack of his skin against yours.

You tried to move your hips away from him, being that your hands restricted and couldn’t grab anything.

His hands gripped your hips intensely, leaving harsh indents into your skin, “no runnin’ from me, take. every. stroke.” He said, pounding you hard then stopping after each word, making the car shift with each thrust.

Tears streamed from your eyes as your vision began to blur, signaling you were cumming.

He didn’t care that you were cumming again, he still fucked you through it, not stopping even for a second. Your walls kept sucking him in and hugging his length tight making it hard for him to contain his grunts and deep moans.

“Fuuuck…listen ta’ her sing to me….” He moaned, referring to your pussy that’s was creating the most filthy and erotic sounds known to man. The sounds traveled throughout the car mixed with your hoarse moans.

“I know I know…s’too much huh,” he asked, getting a weak nod from you, “well that’s too bad…your not done cummin til I say so…”

He brought his fingers to strum your clit as he continue his grueling strokes. Making you shake and shudder around him. He felt how you were squeezing him, indicating you were about to unravel around him again. “Fuck…already….” He muttered breathlessly.

As if it was almost on queue you came again, so unbelievably hard you swore you seen white. Yet he still didn’t stop, “why are fucking me like this…fuck! I’m sorry,” you pathetically moaned, your words sounding extremely slurred together from the pleasure.

Michael slowly felt his stamina faltering as he was approaching his orgasm, “ I know your sorry mama….i know…you’re taking me so well…I don’t think I can stop.”

Af this moment you didn’t even know if you could cum any more, your senses were completely ruined from cumming so many times.

His pace was getting sloppy as he tried to keep his composure before emptying himself into. Ropes of his cum painting your walls white. He came with a load and guttural groan, that was so sexy you could’ve came again just off the sound.

He pulled out of you, making a loud pop. His cum mixed with your arousal seeped out of you, dripping all over the seats.

You were helpless, leaning against the car door. Stuck with the most lethargic expression on your face. He untied his belt from your wrist and threw it to the front seat.

The windows were now fogged up, making it hard for you to see the outside world, and the car was hot and smelled of sex.

“Cmere,” he said, as he pulled you up so he could hold you.

Your whole body was trembling uncontrollably as you straddled onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his natural musk.

“I’m really sorry baby….missed you so much.” You whispered softly, your voice quivering slightly.

Michael kissed your jaw softly and rubbed your back in small supportive circles, “missed you too,” he let silence pass by before speaking again, “listen this might be a big ask but stay with me….and let me pay for your school… just….don’t go back home tonight.”

You met his eyes, they were now soft, no longer filled with anger, “Mike…..I can’t let you-“

“Let me…please. I want you to have nothing to worry about, just let me take care of you like I always do…” he reasoned, not wanting to take your no for an answer.

You snuggled into him some more, your heart swelling with love as his words made their mark on you, “Fine…I’ll stay with you tonight but can we talk about school situation more in the morning… I’m exhausted.”

Michael smiled, just happy to have you back into his arms again, “Of course my love.”

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An: thank you all for the love on my last story!!! The more yall like the more yall encourage me to write!!!

Description: A story in which your ex cheats on you causing a scandalous event with the press. Michael, your childhood best friend, cheers you up with a movie night, but what happens when you both get wine drunk and words get exchanged?

Warnings: soft!dom michael jackson, fingering, p in v sex, squirting, cursing, this is freaked out a little, drunk sex, mention of asexuality, sexual content, 18+.

Authors note: Ya’ll alr know i get carried away with plot so buckle up cause it’s long. Hope yall like this….i definitely will proof read tmr! I’m tired 😭

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𝐒alty tears flooded your eyes, pouring out of your tear line uncontrollably. You pitifully, swiped a crumpled tissue across your nose as an attempt to stop the flood of wetness pooling under your nose from your endless wave of tears. Goosebumps pricked your skin, even though you weren’t cold.

Your stomach flipped and turned from its emptiness even though you ate.

Well you tried to.

Mountains of white tissue were peppered all over your couch, making it look as if it was littered in snowballs.

Nina Simone played softly in the background on your record player. The somber music trigging even more of your cloud of sadness.

You looked absolutely pathetic at this moment and you’d hate to admit it was over a man.

You hated it was because of your ex, who cheated on you and it was on the first page of the papers next day. It was only front page because you were a big star in the industry and your boyfriend was associated with you.

Was he famous? No

Yet you turned down the most successful and handsome celebrities that attempted to make polite advances toward you.

Why? Simple, because you loved your boyfriend-well now ex.

The press used to be so fascinated that a star studded singer like you would date a man with not nearly as much power and fame you possessed. Or even a man with way less of a net worth than you.

The answer was, love blinds.

The phone rang next to you, knocking you from your daze. You took a deep breath before answering it.

You answered with a shakey, “Hello.”

The attempt to mask that you’ve been crying was very weak, the pure hurt in your voice was stronger than the small sound of the static.

“Hello, am I speaking to…..,” your friend Michael said in a professional manner, on the other side of the line. His soft voice enveloped your ears, bringing you a small hug of comfort.

He often asked like this because your assistants would sometimes answered calls for you.

You discreetly sniffed, trying to make your voice not sound like you’ve been pitiful for the last 48 hours, “Yes hey Mike! Wasn’t expecting your call,” you said with the most fakest form of enthusiasm.

Michaels voice dropped to its regular pitch, his voice getting deeper, he only used his real voice when talking to you, “I called ta’ check on you, heard the news…..how you holding up.”

You undertook the task of mustering up the courage to talk without letting tears get in the way, “Ahem,” you coughed before speaking, “yeah you know, I’m ok,” you lied, your voice quivering.

You told a bold lie at that.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell your best friend what you were going through, you just didn’t want to burden him with your melancholic state.

Silence sat in between you too for a small second before Michael broke it, “You sound like you’ve been crying for hours, that doesn’t sound ok to me.”

You forced a small laugh, “You caught me,” sounding fake defeated, “I’ve been crying non stop, but it’s just a break up thing…you know. It happens, nothing serious.”

You tried to downplay the whole situation. Using your practiced pr skills to skillfully hide your cloud of pity. He seen right through this, you two have been friends since the Jackson 5 days, he knew what slight changes in your voice meant.

He cared about you so deeply, he didn’t even have to be in person to hear the small quivers of your voice that usually indicated you’ve been crying and sad.

Michael sighed lightly, not buying a single word, “You’ve always been a bad lier you know, I’m here to help you, can’t do that if you lyin’ ta’ me girl,” his voice had a stern edge to it.

Before you could say something else that could cover your sadness Michael interrupted you, “Don’t lie, when’s the last time you ate something?”

You chewed your bottom lip before speaking, knowing good and well the only time you ate was at 12 am and it was half a granola bar.

“About 12 hours ago,” you answered, completely leaving out how it wasn’t a full course meal and far from nutritious.

“What am I gonna do with you….” He sighed disappointedly.

-

That moment led you to now.

Backseat in his all black Mercedes with tints so dark you couldn’t even tell what time of day it was anymore.

You shifted uncomfortably against the rough leather seats. You’re not sure why you decided to wear such a form fitting dress for a half an hour car ride to Neverland, not even including traffic.

You just needed a reason to dress up after being in a slump for so long.

After Michael coaxed out of you how you truly were doing after the break up he didn’t ask, no, he commanded you to come to his house so you two could hang out like “old” times and watch those old scary movies Jermaine made you two watch long ago.

This was the only thing Michael knew would cheer you up and not alert the media of your whereabouts. After such a scandalous break up with your ex boyfriend the press were like wolves, waiting for you to make a move. Just so they could plaster it on every front page.

The drive was almost a blur and before you knew it you were approaching the neverland gates. The car slowly rolled past them, letting you soak in the scenery.

Saying his mansion was huge is an understatement.

Carefully manicured bushes painted the lawn, strikingly colorful yet decorated shrubs made a nice circular clock design, paired with letters that spelled out Never land.

A series of steps rested side by side next to the bush design that rested in the middle, framed by hedges. It led to the burnt clay brick mansion that was grand in its stature.

You were breath taken by the beauty of his home.

It was always chatter about neverland and Michael would always try to invite you to give you a tour but you’d always decline. Not because you didn’t want to but more so because your ex despised Michael and didn’t want you around him alone, not caring if he was your childhood friend.

Yet here you were in front of his mansion.

The driver opened the door of your car for you and promptly guided you out of the car, “Hello miss, I hope the drive was to your liking.”

You smiled weakly, your sunglasses hiding your eyes, “Yes it was nice, thank you for your service.”

“Always my pleasure miss,” he beamed before he grabbed your hand and led you towards the steps and gave the doors a heavy knock.

Your stomach flipped as you felt sprinkles of nervousness and excitement bubble up in your stomach. Only because of the fact that you haven’t seen him in so long….right?

After a short few seconds of silence the door swung open, revealing Michael. He had on something simple by his standards, a white button down that was tucked into his black dress pants that he adorned with a heavy metal belt, and of course he had on loafers.

He didn’t have on his wayfarers today, his brown eyes grazed your body shamelessly.

Eyeing you from head to toe, before bringing his eyes quickly to your pretty face. Your plump lips were glossed up and pursed together. They were also the main attraction because you had sunglasses that hid your pretty eyes which made up most of your face.

His eyes darted to your hips that were wide and on display through your dress making him almost choke on his spit.

“Hey mama,” he beamed excitedly, pulling you in for a hug.

He always called you that, even as friends.

You let out a shy hey as you leaned in to hug him, taking a whiff of his cologne that pricked your nose just right. The notes of vanilla and sandalwood lingered against your skin.

The driver promptly excused himself, giving Michael a knowing nod before heading off.

You were now immersed into the entrance of his home.

The grand foyer was big enough to be two bed rooms combined. The chandelier dangled above you, shining a light on all of the lustrous vases that were decoratively placed.

Michael’s handsome smile flashed you cockily, “Not bad huh?” He asked, referring to neverland and its grand scenery.

You returned the smile this time it was genuine and not forced, “This is beautiful Mikey, seriously.,” You said in awe as you turned around and let your eyes trail the whole foyer.

He bashfully smiled at your praise, “ Its soundin’ like ya’ want that tour you never got.”

You agreed. Not knowing you signed up for a 2 hr tour with deep explanations of every part of neverland. Yet you loved every part of it, giggling at his childish jokes and the throwback stories involving his brothers that connected to the architecture of the house.

You adored the way he would talk about things he was passionate about. That boyish smile he would give you everytime he talked about his passions never left him, it was like that since you two were kids.

This hang out was slowly filling the void of your sadness that dawned upon you the last few days. Michael always had this effect on you, he could cheer you up with just his presence.

After the tour you two met in the living room.

Michael clapped his hands together, as if he was trying to get a room full of people to pay attention to him, “Sit,” he commanded you.

You laughed and sat comfortably on the plush couch, “What’s all this about?”

He didn’t answer and instead disappeared, coming back with a rolling cart full of snacks and popcorn towards you , “What candy would you like mama?”

You brushed your index finger against your chin, thinking as you browsed to look at all the selection of candy, “Hmmm,” you hummed to yourself before picking up the M & Ms.

Michael handed you a bucket of buttery popcorn, “this is for us to share, I’ll be right back.”

For a moment he disappeared. The room felt significantly more emptier without his presence.

You let out a soft exhale of relief. Finally feeling all of your stress from the break up start to radiate away from you.

As much as you didn’t want to admit, Michael was helping you heal, slowly.

He came back, knocking you out of your deep sea of thoughts. His hands were holding a tape, with some ancient vampire movie that used to scare you and him back in the day.

“ I found the vampire movie Jermaine would sneak and turn on for us,” he informed you excitedly. Holding the movie up like a lost precious treasure he finally found.

You smiled, “Oh God, I can’t wait to feel the nostalgia.”

You watch him hook up the VCR machine before placing the cassette into it. Static erupted onto the tv before it blinked to life, showing the black and white movie on the screen.

The sound from the movie was crunchy and filled the whole room, sounding like popcorn was being popped in the back ground of the characters voices.

He left to go into the kitchen, bringing in a glass of wine for you and him to sip on.

He pulled the blinds shut and turned down the lights a tad bit , making it feel like a real movie theater but with a little bit more light so he could see your face.

Michael finally sat down on the couch next to you, getting comfortable. He turned his head to you, looking at you as if something is missing.

“Why can’t I see your face?” He asked, referring to your glasses being glued to your face the whole day.

He watched your black glasses reflect the motion on the tv.

“Because I look a mess Mike, I’ve been crying nonstop,” you told him honestly.

His fingers wrapped around your glasses and took them off. Revealing your puffy eyes, all dried out from crying. You tried to swipe them from him but it was no use, he dangled it high above you, making sure you couldn’t grasp them.

“Hey!” You shouted.

Michael shook his head, “I won’t let you hide from me. You look beautiful as always.”

You weren’t sure why heat rose to your cheeks suddenly but it did. He always called you beautiful, that was the type of friend he was, but the way your body was reacting had you questioning yourself.

You gave him a short thank you and continued to watch the movie.

During the movie your hand would brush against his from time to time as you two both reached for popcorn.

The first time Michael apologized for colliding his hands with yours. Until kept happening to the point where it was second nature for your hand to brush his every-time you reached for popcorn.

You both somehow kept downing glasses of wine. Barely keeping track of how much y’all were consuming.

The bottle that he had sitting on the table in front him was half way empty. A whole glass bottle of wine gone.

You caught the lingering stares he gave you from the corner of your eye. Trying your best to ignore him and just watch the movie. Fearing that if your eyes made contact with his you’d end up doing something you’d regret.

And the buzz from the wine wasn’t making it better.

The movie dragged on to a scene that you and Michael would be forced to close your eyes for when watching. This was the less scary part of the movie, where the vampire would kiss the girl protagonist.

They were uncomfortably eating at each other’s faces.

“Remember when we used to have to close our eyes to the scene?” Michael said in a reminiscent tone, followed after a few light drunken chuckles.

You laughed as you slurred, “Yeah and you used to sneak and peak.”

Michaels brows furrowed in playful confusion, “How you know what I was doin’ if you supposedly had your eyes closed.”

You rolled your eyes , “That’s not the point,” you reasoned, “at least I was watching you and not the movie.”

Michael smiled, “Yeah yeah sure. Watching me…I know you peaked at the movie once.”

You shook your head in response, not trying to talk over the movie anymore.

Silence crept in between you two again as the movie progressed. This time you had your head resting on his shoulder. Just like the old times.

An innocent gesture. Nothing more.

His hands were enveloped around you now, holding you close like he wanted to take the pain you were feeling away from you.

Again. An innocent gesture. Nothing more.

The movie reached the end credits yet you were still snuggled onto Michael tight. He was so warm and comforting. Another plus was that he smelled amazing, making it hard for you to pull away.

Michael sensed your hesitance to leave his side, “You can lay on me as long as you’d like, you’re going through enough as is.”

You could’ve cried from that sentence alone.

Your fragile state was really showing, yet you couldn’t bear to cry in front of him so you sucked it up.

It felt so good to be seen by someone. Especially Michael, the one man in your life that paid attention to you with so much devotion.

You craned your head up to meet Michael’s eyes, “Thank you for today. I will never forget this. Seriously.”

You might’ve been a little drunk but you meant what you said.

Michael gave you a warm smile, his eyes softening, “Always, you know I care bout you girl,” he paused for a second, “can’t believe that shmuck cheated.”

A small grin overtook your lips at the name he called your ex, “Yeah… me too, but hey, I’m pretty sure I’m asexual now.”

You’re not sure what made you say that, maybe the wine wasn’t talking.

A chuckle left Michael’s lips, “Asexual my ass.”

You leaned off of him so you could sit upright and look at him better, “you’re laughing? I’m dead serious Mike.”

Your movements seemed to be all slow motion.

He was amused by your stubbornness, “Your really serious? You know what asexual is?”

You nodded, “Of course I do, I don’t have sexual attraction to nobody which is true I don’t. He broke me.”

“Ahh right. You sure about that? Not even me? He probed boldly.

The drinks were working overtime in you both.

Lines were getting crossed that shouldn’t have.

Tension between you two finally snapping after years of underlying feelings.

You paused momentarily at his question, wanting to stand firm in your declaration, “Yeah including you too. What makes you so different?” You said thickly, barely able to get it out without sounding intoxicated.

You stroked his ego, making him want to prove you wrong. He always had feelings for you, and he knew you did as well. The only difference is you buried them deep in the back of your mind and moved on to your now ex.

But he didn’t forget that night you two almost kissed. No he couldn’t, and even if you lied to yourself, you couldn’t forget either.

He licked his bottom lip, “Cmere then and prove it.”

His voice was now its regular deep octave, dipped with small hints of desire.

You stubbornly didn’t back down and stood in front of him. Now in between the gap of his man spread. He looked absolutely handsome, those Bambi eyes were staring you down intensely and his hair was still damp and clung to his shoulders.

You were in a drunken haze trying to convince yourself you weren’t getting goosebumps of anticipation.

You tried to convince yourself you weren’t dripping through your underwear at the moment either.

His hands snaked to your waist and pulled you onto his thigh. Making your dress hike up and reveal your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered at him attentively, waiting his next move.

His lips instantly crashed against yours. They attacked you with so much vigor, making you stumble back a little bit.

The kiss was nasty, and electrifying your body all over. His tongue explored the inside of your mouth as his hands lowered towards your ass. Kneading it in his hands like dough.

You moaned at his touch silently, making him pull away from you. Leaving you panting like you just ran 3 miles nonstop.

“What’s that about? Hm? You seem to be invalid in your claim already.” He teased as his mouth ghosted behind your ear.

Peppering kissing down your neck and sucking it softly.

“So what…..I moaned? That’s normal.” You breathed out. Trying to steady your breathing as he sucked the crook in your neck, making you arch at the sensation of his warm lips and tongue exploring your nape.

He only chuckled into your neck softly, dismissing your claims.

His hands rubbed your thighs up and down as he kept biting and sucking your neck.

Your core began to drip, even more from the anticipation of him touching you. Each time his hands inched closer to your pussy you sucked in your breath and closed your eyes.

Your body was getting warmer with arousal that needed to be cooled.

You did good on keeping your cool until his hands moved the gusset of your panties to the side and immediately gathered your slick and used it to stroke your clit softly.

Heavy breaths that you once could control were coming out as choked out moans. You held your eyes shut again, to avoid watching yourself unfold from his fingers.

“Nu uh…look at it. Watch how fucking soaked you are for me.” He cooed.

Your face instantly turned hot. You weren’t used to him talking to you like this, or even cussing.

This was a whole other person before you.

He didn’t even have to mention you lost your argument about not being sexually attracted to him, your arousal said everything.

The squelching sounds his fingers were making as he dipped his hands into your gaping hole was embarrassingly loud.

His thumb swiped your clit as he coaxed his fingers in you, “that’s right, soak my fingers, fuck just like that. I love it.”

Your hands were now grabbing at his shirt, “I can’t take it,” was all you could whimper pathetically.

You were in sensory overload, one hand digging in you and his other working on kneading your nipple with his fingers.

Everything felt ten times better mainly because you were drunk with heightened sensitivity.

“I know baby I know…..he couldn’t fuck you with his fingers like this….you never felt somethin’ like this huh?” He questioned rhetorically, not really expecting you to answer from your daze of ecstasy.

His fingers curled inside of you repeatedly, not letting up for even second. Your legs shook around his thigh, unable to stop quivering. You felt yourself getting closer as you squeezed his fingers tight.

“Fuck, s’tight.” He groaned, unable to bare the sight of you coming apart on his fingers, “you cumming? Huh?”

You nodded without thinking, feeling the pulses coming from your pussy erupting.

“Well that’s too bad.” He said disappointedly, as he took his fingers away from you.

Watching them drip onto his thigh as he took them out.

Your bottom lip pouted at the loss of his long slender fingers and confusion held your composure. It was sad how you clenched around nothing, already missing his fingers.

Michael’s eyes were dark and low, no longer innocent looking like normal. Perhaps the wine?

“Aw? You want something pretty girl?” He questioned mockingly, “well if there’s something you want be a big girl and say it.”

You were desperate, drunk, and lastly stripped of all your pride.

Silence took over you as you dripped embarrassingly on his pants, making a huge mess.

“Come on pretty girl, tell me what you want.” He coaxed.

Your lip quivered as you gained courage to speak, “Please…just give it to me. Please I take it back” you begged, I’m more than just sexually attracted to you…baby please.”

That last part slipped out unintentionally, you weren’t supposed to say that.

Michaels eyes widened at the last part, not sure whether he should leave it alone for tonight and address it when you’re sober or address it now.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He decided to address that statement later and instantly pulled you onto the couch.

Laying you on your back.

He pulled his clothes off and peeled yours off your body as well, leaving you both naked.

Your eyes widened as you viewed his dick.

His tip was pretty and bulbous, colored with a pretty shade of brown, it dripped with pearly balls of precum. His girth was something unbelievable and to make matters worse he was long, making you wonder how you were gonna take him.

You weren’t used to anything like this.

He started gentle, trailing kisses all over your chest, breasts, then stomach. He then grabbed your legs and pulled them back, making sure your knees were near your ears.

The stretch of your body made your stomach flip with nervousness.

His guided his tip against your clit, using it to rub against your slick bud. The sensation hit you both at the same time, making you two shudder simultaneously.

Your hands grabbed at his lean stomach, trying to anchor yourself.

“Mmm fuck-your s’wet, come on mama make a mess just for me,”he slurred, “yeah good girl, I’m giving you what you need huh?”

You nodded profusely, “shit…yes…don’t stop….gonna cum.”

Your clit pulsated against his tip, making him constantly lose his mind. You both made a symphony of moans paired with the sounds of your wetness filling up the room.

You back arch off the couch as you felt that sensation building, “Michael-I’m cumming please don’t fucking stop.” You begged, as tears began to form.

“Cum for me baby… I’m not gonna stop.” He groaned, as he rubbed his tip against you faster making you release over him.

Your mouth formed an O, as you screamed his name. Not caring who heard.

Your release made a pool under the both of you. Making Michael cuss to himself.

He immediately slide his tip into your damp and pulsating entrance as you were still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm making you scream in pleasure from the sudden intrusion.

Once he settled him self all the way in, he hit that spongey spot inside of you effortlessly.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your vision started to become distorted from the pleasure.

His strokes picked up, constantly rubbing his tip against your gspot.

He was pounding into you mercilessly. The way you needed.

You whined, moaned, and screamed.

Variating between the three as your voice was becoming raspy from it being over used.

“Uh-baby wait I’m cumming again slow down-fuck.” You moaned.

Michael’s brows were furrowed, focused on making your body break in front of him.

Sweat created a sheen on his forehead as his curly hair slowly reverted to frizz.

“Take it,” was all he could seethe. As he tried not to lose himself in how tight you were squeezing him. “M’fuck you so good you won’t think about that pathetic ex of yours.”

He paused for a minute and kept going, “He can’t fuck you like me can he? It’s obvious, look at how you squeeze me so effortlessly.”

You came on him again, this time squirting around him nonstop.

“See even my pussy agrees.” Michael muttered, claiming you as his.

Your nails dug into the skin on his forearms, unable to take the overstimulating your feeling. After having back to back orgasms and pathetically moaning his name.

Your eyes dripped with tears of pleasure, unable to stop.

He wiped your tears away and continued to pound into you, “This the only time you’d being crying while your with me….ill give you the world if you asked me to baby.”

You let a long drawn moan, your brain unable to keep with the pleasure. You clawed at him, trying to once again ground yourself.

“Michael…..” was all you can could whimper out.

“I know baby I know, you feel me right here don’t you,” he cooed, feeling on the bulge on your stomach, “fuckkkk….you feel so good.”

His steady pace now was getting sloppier with each stroke, “Where you want me, you gotta tell me.”

“Inside please…” you babbled, your body quivering as you approached another orgasm.

His thumb pressed hard against your clit as he began to rub it at an intense pace, making you fall apart as you arched your back and unraveled against him.

At this point your arousal was stuck at the base of him, making a creamy mess around him.

Your post orgasmic shocks caused your walls to flutter around him making him empty himself inside of you. Ropes of cum filling you up just nice as he moaned your name constantly.

You were both sweaty and fucked out.

Your head was still spinning as you raced to catch your breath. Michael pulled out of you and snuggled next to you on the couch, needing a minute before he could clean you up.

“I got you mama just let me rest for a second. I just want to hold you.” He whispered as he kissed your shoulder.

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