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Michael was a very busy man. Being 24 with the greatest selling album in the world was a lot of pressure. So when he came home, completely famished due to all the meetings and interviews, he was hungry. He hadn’t been able to feed because no one else knew his secret. Imagine the tabloids if the Michael Jackson was seen with a rat in his mouth! The thought of it made him nauseous.

As he walked into his, room he saw you already in your cute nightgown, the lights dimly lit, and a book in hand.

“Oh hi baby!” you say enthusiastically as you put your book on the nightstand and immediately run over to him. 

You guys embrace and Michael nuzzles his face into your neck. He can hear your heartbeat and feel how warm your blood is. God, he needs to eat. As you pull away you immediately notice how sunken his face is.

“Are you okay Mike?” you ask as concern takes over your face. “Yes baby I’m just really hungry” he says trying to smile so he doesn’t worry you anymore. His eyes are dark, the opposite of their normal golden brown.

“Well…” you say putting your hands on his chest “I’m always here if you need me”

Michael blushes and shakes his head, “You know I can’t do that mama, I- I don’t want to hurt you”.

This isn’t the first time this conversation has happened. Ever since Michael told you what he was you were always open to the idea of letting him drink from you. As much as he denied you every time you asked, you knew he thought about it often. The way his kisses would linger on your neck for a little too long when you guys would make out, the way that when winter came along he would look a little disappointed every time you wore a scarf, and the way he was looking at you now with complete hunger in his eyes, completely unaware of it.

Confidently you say “Michael look at me and tell me you don’t want to taste me right now.”

Michael looks at you with all of his courage and says “I- I don’t-” he can’t finish the sentence without looking down at his feet.

You whisper in his ear, “That’s what I thought.”

A small whimper escapes him as you do it. “Mama you know what you’re doing to me” he says softly.

You smile while saying, “Do I? Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

He blushes as he says “You’re making me- you know-”

“No I don’t know baby tell me”.

He whines as he tries to speak again, “Mama please I need it- I need to taste you baby please ‘m so hungry.”

You instantly pull him in by his collar and kiss him. Moans escape both of you as your tongues collide. He pulls back and begins kissing your neck, leaving marks as he goes.

“Please mama can I? I’ll be so good I promise I won’t take too much”.

You think about it deciding if you should tease him more. But by the look in his eyes, you can tell he hasn’t eaten in a while so you nod your head.

“But when I tell you to stop you stop do you understand?”

“Yes mama I understand” he says trying to contain his excitement. His teeth begin to graze your neck as he finds the perfect spot to bite. He opens his mouth and, as gently as he can, sinks them into your neck. You moan as it happens and pleasure takes over you. It feels as amazing as you’ve always imagined. The taste hits him immediately and he whimpers as he takes his first sip. 

He continues to feed for another 30 seconds before you say “Okay baby that’s enough.”

He whines before pulling his fangs out of you making sure to not leave a single drop on your neck. His golden brown eyes return and you smile saying “There’s my baby”. 

He blushes as he leans in to kiss you. As soon as his body meets yours you feel it. You pull back and look down. Michael was hard. Did feeding from you turn him on? Michael looks down at his arousal in surprise, he had no idea that he was this aroused from just your taste.

“Oh my- I‘m sorry baby I’ll handle it I know it’s late-”

You cut him off with a kiss. “It’s okay baby let me fix it” You say as you grope him over his pants. 

You sit him at the edge of the bed and sit down in front of him.

“You look so beautiful mama” He says trying not to cum just from the sight of you.

“Thank you baby. Do you want a reward for being such a good boy?” You ask, still touching him over his pants.

“Yes- mmph- please baby I need you.” You take off his belt and slide his pants down. There’s already a spot on his underwear.

“Did my taste get you like this baby”

“Mhm yes mama you tasted so- mmph- good” He says slowly grinding on your hand. You love seeing him get desperate like this.

You slowly pull down his underwear to reveal his member. You begin stroking him slowly. Painfully slow. Michael begins to buck his hips upwards into your hands trying to relieve his ache.You stop saying “No bucking you take what I give you.”

“Yes- mmph- yes ma’am- please more I need more mama.”

“Such a good boy asking for what he wants” you say as you begin to stroke him faster. He whines as he throws his head back in pleasure. He looks into your eyes and he swears he left Earth for a minute. He sees the bite mark he left on your neck and that is his end point. He needs to taste you in a different way.

”Mama- ‘m gonna- oh my god- baby please stop- mmph- don’t wanna- not yet.” 

You stop and you look at him confused. “What’s the matter baby, is it too much?” You ask with genuine concern.

“No mama, it's perfect” he says trying to catch his breath. “It’s just I wanna make you feel good too”

You smile at him and lie back on the bed. Michael slips off your underwear, placing them on the headboard, and lies between your legs. “Can I touch myself- while- while I please you baby?” he asks shyly.

“Yes baby as long as you don’t cum until I say so.”

“Yes ma’am I won’t” he says. 

Michael inhales your scent before he begins tasting you. He begins to lick your sensitive spot while stroking himself with his hand. Moans begin to leave your mouth as you say, “Yes baby just like that you’re doing so good for me.”

Michael whimpers at your praises as he pushes himself deeper into his hand. He sticks his tongue inside of you while his nose brushes against your sensitive area.

“That feels so good baby you’re such a good boy” you say in between moans. Michael lets out the most pathetic whimper and strokes himself faster. You watch him as he is pleasing you and himself and it brings you close to the edge.

You begin to buck into his face with your hand in his curls saying “Keep going baby I’m almost there.”

“Can I please cum with you mama?” Michael asks.

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby- mmph- you taste amazing and I’ve been- so good mama- please- I’ll do anything” he says while looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

“A little more baby, how bad do you wanna cum for me?” He lets out the most pathetic whine saying,

“Please please- baby I can’t take it anymore- your scent is driving me crazy mama please. I’ll be such a- a good boy mama and I’ll make you cum baby- mmph- please.” 

“Such a good boy for me, yes we can cum together.” Michael immediately puts his tongue back on you as he strokes himself. You push his face into you and he whimpers.

“I’m gonna cum baby oh my-” You say as you continue to moan. Michael begins sucking on your bud and you lose it right there. “I’m coming baby!”

As your release washes over you, you look down and see Michael’s release on the bed.

As he brings his head up he says, “I made such a mess- oh my gosh- thank you baby.”

You smile at him and pull him up to you for a kiss. “You did so good for me baby.”

He blushes at your praise. You kiss him again then slowly lay him against the headboard and straddle his lap. You begin to grind on his member and unbutton his shirt. He whimpers as you take his shirt off and run your hands over his chest.

“I’m so sensitive mama- mmph- can I see all of you too?” He asks while looking at the way your hips are moving against him. “Yes baby you can.” You say as you slide your nightgown off. 

“Mama, can we try something?”

“Yes of course baby anything you’d like.”

He reaches up on the headboard and grabs your underwear, gripping them in his hands. “Can you gag me with these mama?” He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world, which to him you are. God those eyes of course the answer is yes. You nod and he hands you your panties.

“You want me to put them in your mouth right now angel?”

“Yes mama please use me.” You smile and he opens his mouth for you. His eyes begin to roll back as you push your panties in his mouth. “Is that good baby?” He nods enthusiastically. 

While looking at him you tease his tip along your entrance. His whines are muffled as he begs you with his eyes to put it in. As you slide down onto him you feel every inch inside of you. Michael’s muffled moans turn you on even more as you begin to grind into him. You leave peppered kisses along his face and neck as he just barely bucks his hips into you.

“You wanna fuck into me baby?” You ask already knowing the answer based on his body language. He nods quickly as tears begin to build in his eyes from the way you’re clenching around him. You allow him to buck into you as he takes in the scent of your panties. You knew he wouldn’t last long, and neither would you seeing him like this.

Moans and whimpers begin to fill the room as you both near your peaks. Michael has tears of pleasure coming down his face as he watches himself go in and out of you.

“I’m gonna cum baby-” Michael begins to buck into you even harder as he begins to reach his peak. You notice that Michael is still waiting for your permission so you guys can cum together. You look at him and nod. When he sees this you feel his release inside you and you immediately release right after him. You take your underwear out of his mouth and he whines as he tries to catch his breath.

“Thank you baby- mmm- that was so- I don’t deserve you mama” He says, still a little taken aback.

“Of course baby I’m always here when you need me.” You lean forward to kiss him and he moans, still sensitive because he’s inside you.

You slide off him about to get towels to clean up when he says,

“No baby I got you’ve done enough for me today.” Him drinking from you has made you really tired but it didn’t matter to you because you knew how important aftercare was for Michael.

“Are you sure baby? I’m okay it won't take-” He cuts you off with a deep kiss.

As he pulls back he looks at you with so much love and says, “Please let me do this one thing for you mama.”

the very next day, very early in the morning he sent bill to the store with a list of goodies that he knew you liked. bill came back before you awoke which was exactly what michael had planned. he hurried downstairs and unloaded the groceries and cleared the living room table to set up all y’all’s shared favorite snacks, along with an insane sized bowl of popcorn.

then michael shuffled through all the vhs tapes looking for Jaws, as it was the movie you two watched together on the very first date. once found he popped in the tape stood up with a deep sigh of relief and his hands on his hips. bill came over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

“you’re a good man, stinky” bill said.

“thanks bill, got it from you” michael laughed shyly.

just then your footsteps coming down the stairs were heard.

“i will leave yall to it..” bill said before leaving.

once you came into michael’s view his heart softened. you were wrapped in your blanket, hair curly and disheveled…bonnet no where to be found, face scrunched in exhaustion and pain. wanting nothing but to be back in bed with your boyfriend.

“mikey..” you called sleepily as your eyes started to adjust to the decorated living room. michael stared at you with one hand awkwardly holding the back of his neck. he opened his mouth to speak but smiled instead.

“all this for me…how come?” you walked into michael’s embrace.

“mm, just cause” he shrugged. when you looked up at him with a questioning smile he grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you.

michael rubbed your cheeks before nodding his head to the couch. “cmon, wanna watch a movie?”

all you did was nod, the smile on your face was starting to make your cheeks ache. the two of you got comfy, your back to michael’s chest and his hands around you softly rubbing your stomach.

after awhile you had been so relaxed that you forgot you were even on your period to begin with, the movie, snacks, cuddles, and stomach rubs had you in a state of bliss, so much so you had gone completely silent. which caused michael to grow worried.

“feeling okay?” he asked with a light squeeze to the hip.

“how could i not” you twisted a bit to face him. you put your hand to his cheek. “i love you so much…i really do” you stared at him as he bit his lip to hide a smile.

the two of you pulled together like magnets, kissing and totally forgetting about the movie. you only separated when a jump scare blasted through the tv speakers, causing y’all to enter a fit of laughter.

“i love you more” michael said between giggles.

husband!michael who notices the little smirk on y/n’s face as soon as she steps into the bedroom, hands behind her back, turning from side-to-side.

he raises a brow in silent question as his wife stands in the doorway, no doubt something filthy planned in her mind.

“hear me out…”

“oh god,”

“michael, just gimme a chance to explain,” she says, a pout forming on her lips as he groans, turning to face her fully.

“what if…i tied a bow on your dick?”

“of all the things i expected…”

“oh michael, please? it’d be so pretty,”

“it’s not pretty enough already?” he groans, before he looks to his wife, catching the pleading look on her face, accompanied by a pout.

first mistake.

“y/n…”

“I’ll suck you off too,” she steps forwards, eyes wide and begging.

husband!michael who sighs, because he knows fully well that once his girl has her heart set on something, it’s going to happen.

“…alright,”

y/n squeals, rushing off to another room to grab the ribbon, returning with one in every damn colour in the rainbow.

“oh it’s serious all right,” she catches the bewildered look on her husband’s face.

“pick a colour,” she holds them out in front of him. red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white…every colour.

“that one,” he points to the white one, the same as the one in her hair.

y/n drops the other ones on her vanity as he sits on the edge of the bed.

husband!michael who has to admit, a part of him is excited for it, as y;n moves to her knees on the floor on front of him.

and what a sight that is.

“y’need to be hard for it,” y/n explains, like she’s planned the whole thing out (she has), pressing her hand flat on his clothed dick

he gasps at the sudden contact, so bold, as she palms him through the material of his trousers.

“shit, baby,” his hand comes to her hair on instinct, but he quickly stops himself. he wants to see her pretty hair, all neatly done with her how, matching his too.

husband!michael who can feel his face go hot as she helps him wriggle out of his trousers, then his pants, his cock semi-hard against his thigh.

he swallows as she lays the ribbon on his thighs so she can wrap her hands round his shaft.

she hums, looking up at him as he watches, chewing on his lower lip.

“good enough?” he leans back as she lets go, his dick twitching on his lap as y/n picks up the ribbon.

“it’ll do,”

“don’t sound very sure,” he muses, watching her almost in amusement, “get it a little harder, ma,”

husband!michael who takes his dick into his own hand, pumping himself a few times before pressing his tip to her lip.

“a little kiss?”

y/n presses a soft, gentle little kiss to his tip, his dick twitching at that, before she wraps her hands round him again, peppering little kisses along his shaft.

every kiss has him gasping or hissing, his lips swollen from him biting down on them.

she keeps him dry for the most part, licking off the pre-cum that leaks from his tip, til he’s hard in her hand, twitching at every movement.

husband!michael who leans back to watch the concentration on y/n’s face as she takes the ribbon into her hand, wrapping it gently round the bottom.

his dick twitches as her fingers brush over him lightly, ghosting over his hot skin.

she ties the pretty bow with an extra flourish of her wrist, leaning back to admire her work.

“it’s s’pretty, mike! isn’t it?” y/n looks up to him.

“as pretty as the girl who tied it,” he cups her cheek, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

she smiles proudly at that, adjusting the ribbon so it sad nice on his shaft, taking him into her hand once again.

husband!michael who knows exactly what’s coming as she leans forwards, pressing a warm, wet kiss to his tip.

he groans at that, hand coming to the back of her head as she takes his head into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue round him.

“that’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice low, “s’good for me, knows exactly what i like, don’t you?”

y/n looks up through her lashes, nodding as she spreads her warm salvia along his shaft, taking a little more of him in her mouth.

husband!michael who groans when she sucks a little harder, bobbing her head up and down on his tip.

“feels so good, ma,” he gasps, “you’re a damn angel,”

she speeds up with every bit of praise he gives her, gentle guiding her to suck his tip.

y/n pulls him out of her mouth with a wet pop, lips dragging along the side of his dick, her hands working as fast as she could make them go to pleasure him.

“oh yes, ma,” he moans when her lips trace over the vein on her underside, “right there, that’s the spot, baby girl,”

husband!michael who takes her hands into his to guide her along him, the warm metal of her wedding ring dipping over every ridge and vein along his shaft as he helps her along.

“so close, baby,” he mumbles, “keep goin’…please, ma,”

and she does what he says, moving faster, the lewd sounds of her bobbing up and down on his dick echoing in the room.

husband!michael who throws his head back, hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth a he gets closer.

his hand stays on the back of y/n’s head, guiding her off of him as he’s about to finish.

“that’s my girl, that’s my girl,” he gasps, repeating it like a prayer.

she keeps her hands on him, a string os salvia connecting his tip to her lips. she pumps him a few more times, pressing delicate kisses to his pretty dick.

“baby, i’m so close, mm-,”

husband!michael who moans loudly when he finishes, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, cum spurting onto her cheek and face, hot and thick.

he’s in a state of bliss for a few seconds, y/n’s hands working him through his orgasm before his eyes flutter open.

and what a sight she is.

beads of hot cum dribbling down her cheek and lips, her hair a little messy and bow askew - she was an angel.

husband!michael who takes her hand gently, pulling her up onto his lap.

“liked it, then?” he mumbles into her ear, fixing her bow gently as she nodded, looking down to the limp bow.

he cups her jaw, peppering gentle kisses along her jaw, down to her neck.

“can i braid your hair and we-?”

husband!michael who just rolls eyes at that, knowing she’d be on some other little obsession soon enough.

“keep them ideas in there for now,” he tapped her temple gently, “i can’t get hard that quick,”

y/n giggles.

“oh yeah, you’re getting old,”

“excuse me?”

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he gasps at the lewd sounds of you kneeling down before him, mouth wrapped around his dick as you swallow him deep and slow. his hand is tangled tightly in your hair, and he uses all of his self-control to not push or pull at it.

you bring your mouth up, using your tongue to circle around his wet tip, earning a soft curse from the man above you. one of your hands grabs his thigh for leverage while the other wraps around his dick, and you pump him with impressive speed.

"look at you.." you whisper, looking up at his expression with eyes full of mischief. "you're so sexy, baby."

he can’t respond. he's so sensitive. his thighs trembling, his chest heaving up and down, dick twitching, and his whimpers are much more high pitched than they were before.

the two of you have been at this for.. you aren't even sure exactly how long, but you remember sitting on the bed while michael was in the shower.

your mind was going wild while he was in that shower, and all of a sudden all your senses screamed that you needed him. lately, he's been treating you so right, you wanted to reward him. you wanted to hear him, needed to pleasure him. so you did. as soon as he got out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping with faint water drops, you jumped right onto him, and he didn't stop you.

you've already made him cum once, but you're not done.

you slow down your pace on the base of his dick, watching as his eyes snap open. glistening prettily and teary under the dim lamp light in the bedroom.

"no. no, baby, please don't stop-"

you lick your lips, fighting the urge to grin at the fact that he's begging.

"no more closin' your eyes. i wanna see you."

he nods desperately, barley registering your words and only longing to be touched.

"okay. okayokay. i won't close 'em- just— please, i needa cum."

“patience, angel.." you hum, letting your hand fall from his stiff and aching dick— michael whines dramatically at the loss of contact— and placing kisses along his thigh.

michael has some strong ass thighs, which makes sense considering what he does. he knows you love them, because whenever you’re on your knees infront of him, giving him head or a handjob, you always kiss his thighs.

and usually he loves it. but right now it feels like borderline torture.

"god, baby, please. you know what you’re doin'.."

his pleading makes hunger swirl deep within you. you bat your lashes, feining innocence as you pull away from his thighs, your mouth hovering over his cock.

you let out a small, breathy laugh. "you gonna beg for it?"

michael groans, "I've been doing that-"

interrupting him, you grab his dick roughly and begin an agonizingly slow and steady pace which causes him to suck in a breath. the words fall from his tongue quick as his mouth falls agape.

his mewls and whines fill the room before he whispers, "faster."

you use a fake pitying tone, playing with him."you want me to go faster, angel?"

he nods, swallowing deeply.

you hum. "then get to begging."

he's quiet for a moment, which causes you to slow down your already painfully slow pace, almost coming to a stop.

"nono- ugh!" he protests, shaking his head. "please. please, I'm begging, baby, please. come on!"

two options pop up in your head. one, you can be nice and give him what he wants because, fuck is his begging absolutely winning you over. or two, you can be a bit mean and make him beg just a tiny bit more.

you almost choose to be mean, but while watching his face, you watch as a tear falls from his big, beautiful eyes that he's been desperately trying to keep open for you since you've told him to. your heart softens a smidge, and you spit into your palm before wrapping your hand around his dick once more and tightening your grip. quickening your pace, pumping up and down and twisting.

michael gasps, throwing his head back into the wall again as he rambles. "fuck, thank you. ah, I love you— god, I loveyousomuch-"

you replace your hand with your mouth and he immediately brings his own hand back down to grip your hair, not able to stop himself this time - fucking your face wildly. you moan around him, sending a vibration right up his cock. you take him so deep, your eyes stinging with tears, but you don't take you eyes off of him.

michael was gorgeous like this. water droplets from his shower not too long ago still faintly dripping down his chest and temple. sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead.

it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit, his eyes scrunching closed and his mouth falling open and he holds your head steady, and deep onto his dick as milky, warm cum shoots right into your mouth.

"..fuck," he heaves, letting go of your hair. You ease off of him, swallowing what was in your mouth and looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

"you alright?" he asks softly, cupping your cheek with his hand. you hum.

"never better.."

you’d collaborated with him a multitude of times in the past, having a relationship that didn’t have a label in it. you were more than friends yet less than anything intimate—almost sounding like a situationship, as much as you hated to admit it. 

the two of you tended to flirt on and off camera. however, it never went further than exchanging pet names and lingering touches. 

“y’all seen that clip of wardrobe saying plaqueboymax ‘walk like it’s heavy’?” you ask your chat, waiting for the responses to roll in before continuing your sentence. it’s a chorus of agreements, given that everybody who watches wardrobe or max had seen the clip at this point. 

“i’m not gon’ lie, he definitely does. and i’m tryna find out.”

you semi-regretted the words the moment they left your mouth. you meant what you said, but you didn’t mean to say it to the tens of thousands of people watching you. your chat exploded, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape this clip for the next few months. at the very least.

OH I’M STARTING A RUMOR

tryna find out?? like tryna find out if it’s heavy???

is this real

oh he finna have a field day with this clip 😭

“wait, y’all are taking my words out of context,” you make a poor attempt at explaining what you just said. 

you continue to feebly explain yourself away as you walk around the outside of the campus. you don’t have a specific destination in mind, simply wanting to be away from your room or the dense cafeteria. 

you’re not paying much attention to the people around you until you hear “hey, boo,” from wardrobe. you see max walking next to him, and you’re just ‘bout ready to drop dead. you’re being overdramatic, but you could barely face him after what you’ve said just moments ago.  

“hey, wardrobe. hey, max.”

“hey, girl. tell me why i just saw your clip tho?”

“what clip?” it’s no way he could’ve seen the clip of you talking about max that quickly. it barely happened ten minutes ago, and he’s already questioning you about it. 

“you said you tryna find out if it’s heavy, right?”

“if what’s heavy?” max asks. 

you already know somebody from your chat snitched on you, and there’s nothing you could do about it at this point. you could deny it despite the undeniable evidence presented, or you could own up to it and face the embarrassment. 

you decided to go with the latter. 

“you know when i read that comment that said you ‘walk like it’s heavy’? yeah, that,” wardrobe said, his attention directed to max. 

“what?”

“okay, so in my defense,” you started, attention aimed to max, “you do walk like it’s heavy! and somebody in my chat brought it up, so i had to speak my mind.”

“nobody in your chat said that,” wardrobe refuted, but you and max ignored him. 

“you tryna find out?” max asks. 

“in theory.”

“in theory?”

“in theory, i’m tryna find out if it’s heavy. ‘cause the streets saying that it is.”

wardrobe looks between you and max, and then to his camera. he’s in utter disbelief in the scene unfolding in front of him. he’s aware that you and max have sensuous relationships, but he’s never seen it firsthand until now. 

“shit, come find out then.”

“well, imma see y’all later,” you’re desperate to escape this situation because not only are you embarrassed, but you also feel like you’ll be fucking him on stream if you stayed around for any longer. “i got somewhere to be.”

“no she don’t—“

“yeah, imma see you later, ma,” max calls out to you while you’re walking away. 

“oh, what y’all got going on?” wardrobe questions, yet max walks away without responding. that was the most tension-filled thing he ever had the displeasure of being a witness to. 

“my life isn’t real,” you mutter to your stream as you walk away—still without a destination in mind. you didn’t care as long as you were far away from the chagrin that was the interaction you just had. 

your stream had been turned off hours ago. practically everybody’s had been except for the few people doing twenty-four-hour streams. 

max’s dorm room was lacking wardrobe. despite the love and respect you held for him, you couldn’t care less about his whereabouts. you were preoccupied with the feeling of max’s hands on you, the warmth of the cramped room.

your hands were planted on his chest to steady yourself whilst you struggled to get used to his length. his hands were planted on your waist—not guiding you, simply resting there instead.

you lift yourself by a few inches, knees planted on the mattress next to his hips, only to sink right back down onto his dick. it’s the first time you’ve moved since taking him in full.

“fuck—you gotta move, ma.”

“‘s too big, max,” you whine. 

his grip on your hips tightens and he thrusts into you once. you push your palms further into his chest, another frail attempt to regain your composure. it’s arduous for you to pull yourself together with the man you have under you—looking up at you with both amore and salaciousness.

he thrusts up into you once more. “fuck, max. do that again.”

you don’t have to tell him twice for him to follow your command. hands still grasping your hips, he begins to steadily plunge upwards, into you. all the meanwhile, your hands stay planted on his chest, head hanging low and chest heaving. 

he’s nearly as disheveled as you are, if not more. beads of sweat find solace on his forehead, and he’s breathing heavily. the grip he has on your hips would be agonizing if you weren’t lost in the feeling of his dick inside of you. he’s so deep, it almost feels like he’s in your stomach. 

the quickness in which he’s fucking you has rapidly increased. you would’ve practically been falling over if you weren’t holding yourself upright. 

“nghh—right there!”

“you like that, ma?”

you’re only able to let out an ensemble of moans instead of a verbal response. you nod your head in response, though you’re unsure if it’s perceptible. 

“i need you to tell me.”

you’re still unable to give him a verbal response, causing his movements to halt. you whine at the loss of mobility. you attempt to raise yourself in hopes of plunging back down onto him, but him holding you down prevents you from doing so. 

“tell me you like it before i stop.”

“like it s’ much, max. don’t stop,” tears gather at your lacrimal glands, giving your eyes that glassed-over look mere moments before your tears are released.

“jus’ like that, ma.”

he continues thrusting into you at the pace he established before he stopped. the only sounds that are audible in the room are skin slapping, your breathy moans, and max’s continuous grunts underneath you. 

you feel your orgasm briskly approaching, and all you can do is try to take hold of yourself. it’s an inefficient attempt, ultimately failing you. the tears that were gathering earlier hastily fall down your face, completely out of your control.

“‘m so close,” you whimper out.

“let that shit go for me,” max tells you. the speed of his thrusts starts to falter, signaling that he’s on the cusp of ecstasy that you were. 

he doesn’t have to say anything else because you fall apart upon hearing his words. your orgasm shakes your entire body, and your body falls completely forward. you don’t attempt to hold yourself upright, instead allowing yourself to fall into his chest. 

a few moments later, max swiftly pulls out, and you feel his cum splatter on your lower back. his head falls back against his pillow, and he rubs a hand down his face while he struggles to catch his breath.

you stay lying on his chest while you also struggle to regain your composure. for a few drawn-out moments, you’re listening to the sound of his heartbeat while both of you mellow out. 

“you wanna stay the night?” he asks, a hand coming up to rub from top to bottom of your back.

“yeah. wardrobe not comin’ back?”

“nah. not til’ the morning.”

you wondered what he was doing that caused him to be out all night, but you didn’t care if that meant you got the night alone with max. “okay, i’ll stay.”

“yeah, ‘cause that’s the right answer,” he jests, but you both know you would be stayed regardless.

around six a.m the next morning, you’re attempting to sneak out of max’s dorm room and back into yours. you could only pray that you wouldn't run into someone who was streaming. you had no explanation prepared if you were caught fleeing his dorm room.

“hey. girl, wait. who you spend the night with? ‘cause you not in this dorm.” wardrobe asks you while you’re walking past him—going to your dorm after spending the night in max’s. you’re exiting the elevator while wardrobe’s entering it. 

you’re in a hoodie that’s too big, evidently not yours, and a pair of lounging shorts you’d never wear on stream. the hood is over your head and your hair is a little more than messy, but you’re only focused on making it back to your dorm room before too many people catch you in the hallway. 

“bye, wardrobe. imma talk to you later.”

“oh, i know that’s right.” he doesn’t say anything else, but he and his stream watch you languidly walk away. your movements are sluggish and filled with exhaustion, like you’ve had a long night. 

oh where she been?

she definitely got some 😭

whole time she was js with plaqueboymax

Late afternoon had settled over your mother’s living room and it was reflected in the golden rays that made everything seem warm. Your mom was in the kitchen talking about somebody from the neighborhood and her laugh rolled through the halls of the home, loud and familiar. You were helping her plate dinner and half listening to her story; sleeves pushed up and moving through the space like you still lived there. 

Kareem lingered near the mantle longer than he meant to. The picture was still there. A small silver frame encased a photo of a 14-year-old Michael. Lanky as all get out, doe eyed, and his signature shy smile gracing his features. Your mom never took it down. Even when you brought other boys home that you’d dated in the past. Not when you moved out either. And most noticeably— not in the full year that Kareem had been coming around. 

A thin layer of dust coating the surface of the photo indicated how long it had been there. Your aunt noticed Kareem staring and walked past. She tapped the photo gently and said, 

“Lord, that boy’s been in this family since he was this high.” She was too busy gazing fondly at the photo to notice the look on Kareem's face. “Mikey used to sleep on that couch right there whenever his daddy was bein’ too much. Your mama treated him like one of her own. Still does, if we’re being honest.” 

You hummed in agreement without thinking. Michael knew your family as intimately as you knew his. 

Still, the words settled in an unsettling way for Kareem. He knew the history, that was something you never hid— but knowing it and standing in the middle of it were two different things. He understood that the photo was more than just nostalgia. It was a quiet claim. Michael had been integrated into the fabric of your family long before Kareem was even thought of. And nobody seemed interested in changing that.

Kareem’s train of thought was interrupted by your mom calling out from the kitchen,

“Kareem, you want something to drink, baby?”

“I’m alright, thank you.” His voice was polite and steady, but you noticed how his eyes lingered on the frame for a second longer before he retreated to the couch.

He kept his hands still on his thighs and said pretty much nothing for the rest of the duration of the visit. Every time Michael’s name came up— and it did, a lot— the tone of the conversation changed like your family was talking about someone who had a place here no matter what.

And unfortunately for you, your aunt was very nosey and loved to stir the pot. 

“When’s the last time you talked to Mike? I know he’s been busy with all that tour stuff. But your mama said he called last week to check on her. Said he missed us, we were on his heart. Y’all still talk all the time like you used to?”

Your gaze flickered over to Kareem involuntarily. His jaw was clenched slightly and he was looking at the floor. He bounced his knee twice before he forced himself to be still.

It was subtle, but you saw the way his shoulders went stiff and his smile became a little more rehearsed. Like a man that was tired of being reminded how deep the chemistry between his girlfriend and another man was.

Picking up a stack of plates was your excuse for orienting away from the elephant in the room. 

“He’s always got somethin’ goin’ on, we catch up when we find time. Nothing crazy. How’s Kenny, though?” 

At the mention of your cousin, your aunt raised an eyebrow. You and Kenny did not get along well and it was not like you to voluntarily ask about him.

But still, she let it slide. She launched into a tirade about how he was doing in college and how badly she missed him since he’d been away from home. And you continued to ask follow-up questions to keep her off the subject of Michael. 

Kareem said nothing. He just sat there, polite as all get out. You felt the shift in the atmosphere though. When you finally got the courage to glance over at him to see if he’d noticed, he was already looking at you. Quietly, with a careful look that said he was filing something away without commenting on it for the time being.

By the time the two of you left for Hayvenhurst for La Toya’s cook out, the discomfort had settled deep in Kareem’s chest and refused to depart.

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The cookout had been going for some time by the time you and Kareem arrived. Smoke from the grill drifted through the yard and the sound of one too many Jacksons talking at once filled the air. 

Michael was standing near the deep end laughing about something with Tito. He was wearing a blue button up that was rolled up to his elbows and denim jeans. The second that you saw him you lit up. It was subtle, a shift in your posture… the way your eyes instinctively traveled the yard looking for him, finding him before anyone else.

Kareem watched the way Michael’s gaze tracked you across the yard while you hugged La Toya and chatted. When you finally made your way to him, Michael pulled you into a deeply affectionate hug, hand staying at the small of your back for longer than necessary. Kareem also noticed how you didn’t pull away.

Kareem stood a few feet back, just observing from a distance. For the last year, he had told himself it was just history. Michael was Michael like you said, and because he was a childhood friend with a life complicated due to fame, he was allowed a different set of rules.

So, Kareem respected the boundary you drew. As a result, he became accustomed to not asking too many questions when you said you were going to spend time with him. He got used to the late-night calls you never fully explained—and the nights you came home quietly, smelling faintly like Michael’s cologne.

But standing here now? After the picture on your mom’s wall and the casual, yet not so casual, reminder that Michael was here to stay, Kareem’s patience began to wear. Severely. 

So, he waited until you were knee deep in conversation with La Toya near the lounge chairs before he walked over to Michael.

Michael looked up from his daze and smiled politely. The same smile he always gave him, respectful and warm. He had no reason to dislike Kareem. He’d always respected Michael’s position. One that Michael desperately wanted to be upgraded.

“Hey ‘Reem, what’s goin’ on? You good?”

“What’s up, Mike. Yeah, we just got here, place is looking nice. Y’all always throw down when the grill comes out.”

Michael chuckled and looked over toward the grill where Jackie was currently cooking. “They don’t know how to do nothing small. You know how it is.” Then, there was a brief comfortable silence. Two good men, playing nice for you while music and laughter filled the space around them. 

But across the pool— you were growing fidgety. You watched them from a distance and slowly a nervous crease formed between your eyebrows. What could they be talking about? Still, you kept half-listening to La Toya and nodding like everything was fine.

Kareem had finally worked up the courage to ask the question he wasn’t really sure he wanted the answer to. But he needed to know.

“Mike, can I ask you somethin’?”

Michael turned his full attention to him, still open and polite. 

“Of course.”

Kareem thought to himself for a moment before he spoke. He wanted to choose his words carefully. “I’ve been real patient, and I’ve never tried to come in between y’all. I respect the history. You were here first. I got that, and I still do.” He paused and turned, eyes searching Michael’s face. “But… it’s been a year since we started goin’ together. And nothing has changed. Y’all are still as close as you were the day I met you.”

Michael listened carefully, he had never been the type to interrupt others when they were speaking. 

“She doesn’t feel the need to explain where y’all are or what you’re doing when she’s with you… And when I see the way she looks at you, how she touches you and acts like its nothing… I just need to know what I’m actually dealin’ with, man.”

Michael’s expression stayed flat, as if unsurprised by the line of questioning. And he didn’t rush to fill the silence. He let it sit there for a moment, quiet and heavy. 

“I care about her,” He said eventually in a low tone. “I always have, and always will. That ain’t never been a secret.”

“I know that. Everybody knows that. What I’m asking is, is there more to it than what she’s been tellin’ me?”

Michael’s gaze didn't leave Kareem’s. There was no defensiveness in his posture. Michael didn’t out you and he definitely didn’t list the nights you’d slept in his bed, even as recently as this week. He didn’t divulge the things you told him that you never told Kareem. But— he also didn’t retreat.

“She’s always gonna have a place with me,” Michael said softly. “That’s just the truth. I’m always gonna be in her life. And she’s always gonna come back to me when she needs to. Just the way it’s always been.”

The statement came soft but Kareem felt something sharp and defensive rise in his chest at them. The words landed much harder than their volume suggested. His jaw tightened visibly.

“And what does that mean?” His tone had changed into something much more rigid now. “Be straight with me, man to man.”

Michael continued to hold his gaze. He felt the tension undoubtedly, and he had never been one for conflict. But there was a quiet certainty in his position that made the air between them feel thicker.

“Means exactly what I just said. She’s always gonna come back to me. I know her. I’ve known her longer than anybody including you. And I know who she comes to when things get too heavy.”

Michael’s words landed on Kareem’s shoulders like a ton of bricks and confirmed what he’d been fearing. There was much more to this than what you had let on.

And that was the line that crossed it.

Kareem stepped in close, his fists curled into the front of Michael’s shirt, and he yanked him forward. Michael didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look anything close to afraid.

In fact, there was a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Not cruel but deeply satisfied. Like he had been waiting for this moment and had already made peace with it.

“Aye!” Tito’s voice rang out sharp across the pool. “What the fuck goin’ on over there?” Jackie was already moving toward them, face set. 

The moment broke just enough for Kareem’s tunnel vision to widen. Enough to realize he was outnumbered— and that Jacksons stood together, rain or shine. But the damage was already done. The knowing look in Michael’s eyes stayed with Kareem long after he turned away. 

Kareem backed off and marched straight to where you stood, absolutely frozen in your tracks at the scene in front of you. His hand closed around yours, firmer than usual. Not rough, but not up for debate either.

“We’re leaving” he stated flatly. 

You nearly spilled your drink as you tried to set it down from the force that he had pulled you with.

Instantly, Michael took a large step after the two of you, his protective instincts kicking in. Knowing his brother and the damage he’d be willing to cause behind you, Jackie’s hand landed solid on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“That’s that man’s girlfriend.” Jackie said, voice low and firm. “Don’t get in the middle of that. He ain’t puttin’ hands on her. Leave it.” Still, Michael’s chest pressed back against Jackie’s hand. “I said let it be, Mike.” Jackie said, much firmer this time.

Michael stopped. But his body was screaming at him to follow you. Make sure you were okay. His eyes stayed on you until you disappeared around the side of the house.

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The car was quiet for the first several minutes of the drive. You really didn’t have the stomach to open the conversation first. Unfortunately for you, Kareem did it first.

“I’m done pretending I don’t see it.” His tone was controlled, but raw.

You turned toward him, already ready to use one of your old excuses. But he didn’t let you speak. He shook his head and said, 

“I was patient this whole time. Way more than I should’ve been. I never made you choose or made it a problem. Just trusted what you told me like a fool. And this whole time— this whole time I’ve been the only one playing fair.” Now he looked over at you. His pupils were still dilated from adrenaline, but there was also something sad in them.

“That man just looked me in my face and told me you were always gonna come back to him, like it was a fact. Like I’m just a place holder.”

The silence that followed was heavy. You absolutely hated being in this position. You’d never been the type to explain yourself, and the fact that you were being asked to do it now made agitation and defensiveness bubble in your core.

“It’s not like that…” You tried to keep your voice steady despite how cornered you felt. “Michael’s just… he’s always been around. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you. You know that.”

Kareem let out a short breath as his thumb traced circles on your hand. Something about the way it seemed like he was trying to memorize the feel of you made your stomach fill with dread.

“And I’ve accepted that. But do you understand how y’all look? How it feels from the outside?” Then he paused and said softer, “How it feels to me?”

Before you could find an answer that wouldn’t hurt either of you, he pulled up in front of your place and put the car in park. For a long moment he just sat there with both hands on the wheel staring ahead.

You bit down on your bottom lip nervously, watching his face.

“You’re not coming inside, are you?” Your voice was smaller now.

“I need some time to think.”

He didn’t say it was over, didn’t raise his voice. Just kept staring straight ahead like he was ready to go. You sat there for a second, more so in shock as the weight of it settled over both of you. But you’d never been one to beg. 

Like you said, when it’s over, it’s over.

So, you opened the door and stepped out, but the sound of it closing behind you felt a lot louder than it should have.

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After standing in front of your place dumbfounded for a moment, you went to your own car. Before you knew it, you were headed back to Hayvenhurst. You didn’t know what to do with the weight that sat in your chest, but you knew where to take it.

By the time you’d returned, the barbecue had mostly thinned out. The Jacksons had moved inside for a game of spades and some dessert. But not Michael.

He had been so worried about you since you’d left that he stayed outside, waiting for you to come back to him. He was five minutes away from asking Bill to take him to your place when your headlights shone over the driveway.

He was standing in front of the home, back resting against a wall. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were drawn in.

You stepped out of your car, and the second he saw you something soft and amused flickered over his features. You walked straight over to him and pushed both palms hard against his chest. He rocked back a half step from the force of it.

“What did you say to him, Michael?”

His hands came up and a small lovesick smile started at the corner of his lips.

“Baby—”

“Don’t” Another push. Your palms stayed flat against his chest, and his heart beat steadily underneath them. “I asked you to stay out of it. You said you’d respect it. Looked me in face and swore you’d leave it alone. Now a few weeks later, I’m getting dropped off because you can’t keep your mouth shut?”

The smile on his face dropped a little but didn’t fully disappear. He was still dazed by the fact that he had your undivided attention, even like this. Angry. His hands hovered over your wrists like he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure he was allowed to right now.

“I didn’t out you… I didn’t tell him about the late nights, the letters, or any of that. Just told him the truth.” He shrugged as if it was obvious.

You raised your eyebrows and leaned in closer, “Which is?”

Michael rolled his eyes at you feigning ignorance. 

“That you’re always gonna be mine. That’s it and that’s all.” He crossed his arms and stood his ground. This time, he wasn’t backing down.

Your eyes widened and you stared at him in disbelief. “You told him I’m always gonna be yours? What the hell Michael, after everything we talked about, and you agreeing to respect what I have with him?”

Michael’s jaw tensed but he didn’t shrink. He stepped closer and it allowed you to see the change in his eyes. His usual submissiveness had been replaced by something hungry and certain.

“Yeah. I did. Cause it’s true. And I’m done pretending it’s not. I’ve been doin’ it for years, taking whatever pieces of you you’ll give me. Smiling like it don’t hurt when you go home to him…” Now his voice cracked. “Keeping me in a corner like I’m some secret you’re ashamed of. But I’m not ashamed. And I’m not a secret. Not anymore.”

He reached for your hands that were still pressed to his chest and gently wrapped his fingers around your wrists. Not to pull you away but to hold you there, like he needed the contact.

“I didn’t out you.” He repeated, quieter now. “I didn’t go into any details. I’d never tell him the things you tell me… when you can’t sleep or when you’re scared. Never told him how you’ve been mine in every way that matters since we were kids. I just told him what he already felt.” He swallowed and his eyes searched your face for any type of rejection. “That no matter what you’re doin’ with him, you always come back to me. Cause that’s who we are. What we’ve always been.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You were still angry, very much so. But something under that started to crack open. You pulled your hands away from him, pushing at his chest against but softer this time. More frustrated than forceful.

“You don’t get to decide that Michael. I asked you to stay out of it. I said I wasn’t ready. Now he’s saying he needs time to think like everything is on the line because you claimed me. In front of everybody. I feel like I got swindled. I trusted you to stay out of it and now everything is ruined.”

Your hands came up to cover your face now. Michael’s expression softened and he pulled you closer to him until there was barely any space in between you. His hands rested on your hips, grounding you.

“I’m sorry it hurt you… I am. I didn’t mean to make things harder, or to ruin anything. But I’m not sorry for what I said.” He gently lowered your hands from your face.

“And the thing is, you showin’ up here tonight? After he drove you all the way home?” His hands returned to your hips to brush slow circles over them. His eyes never left yours. “That’s exactly what I told him. You always come back to me. You have a place with me. And here you are, proving it without me having to say anything.”

The words landed like a quiet blow. Your stomach twisted and something hot and uncomfortable bubbled in it. The fact that he was right was eating at you.

You'd brought yourself right to his doorstep without even thinking twice. You had chosen him over anything else when things fell apart. You were still furious that he’d overstepped. But the realization sat heavily anyway. It made your anger feel so much messier and unjustified.

Stubbornly, you turned your face away from him and refused to meet his eyes even as you slowly accepted he was right. 

Michael didn’t push. He leaned in and started peppering soft kisses across your cheek, the corner of your mouth, the bridge of your nose. Gentle, patient kisses that followed the line of your jaw like he was trying to coax you back toward him without force. 

His nose nudged softly against your cheek, slow and affectionate. The gesture was so intimate that it made your breathing hitch despite how angry you were. 

His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, and now you were flush against his chest. One hand slipped under the back of your shirt to trace circles along your spine. The other cradled the back of your head like he was memorizing how you felt all over again.

“I know you’re mad at me” He murmured between kisses. “I know I crossed a line and forced your hand… But baby, I’ve spent too long pretending I was okay with all this. I kept swallowing my feelings just to make things easier for everybody. And whether you’re mad or not, you’re here with me. Where you always go when things get too hard. I’m not apologizing for that.”

You stayed turned away from him, not budging as realization of what he’d said still sat heavy in your chest. But when his lips finally found yours, the kiss was heated. Deep and hungry with years of longing pouring into it all at once. 

His hand drifted to your jaw as he deepened the kiss, lips parting yours with desperation. His other arm tightened around your waist and lifted you just enough that your toes brushed the ground. He held you like he was afraid you might still slip away.

You kissed him back before you could stop yourself. Your hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, gripping tight as the kiss turned hotter and deeper. His tongue brushed yours in a way that sent heat flooding through you. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, needy and relieved, and kissed you harder, like he’d been starving for this exact moment for years.

When he finally pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you were breathing hard. His lips were swollen and his eyes were dark. His thumb brushed your bottom lip like he couldn’t believe you finally let him have you like this.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice rough. “And I’m not sorry for fighting for us. Even if you’re still mad at me right now. I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Then, both of you nearly jumped out of your skin as a chorus of hooting and cheering poured out of the window above. Unbeknownst to you, the last ten minutes had been filled with every Jackson sibling who was home elbowing one another to get a good spot in the window.

“That’s how you do it, Mike!” Jackie yelled out. 

“Finally, now we don’t have to pretend y’all haven’t been married since you were 13.” Marlon called over him.

“You’ve always been my sister-in-law, girl!” La Toya cheered.

Michael covered his face in embarrassment despite the high-pitched laugh that escaped him.

“Y’all so nosey, you’re embarrassing me! Get out my business, please!”

Another round of stifled laughter came through the window and the sound of sneakers scuffing quickly across the floor as they scattered, trying (and failing) to pretend they hadn’t been standing there the whole time.

Michael brushed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, lingering for a moment before resting his forehead against yours again.

“See? Even they knew. You belong with me.”

You felt the last of your anger melt into something warm that settled deep in your chest and stayed.

This felt like something you’d both been circling for years. You stayed like that a little longer. No more running, no more pieces of you, just the two of you and the quiet certainty that this time neither of you was letting go.

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