“express yourself dont repress yourself”

you and him ended up having a debate about which juice is better. orange or apple juice. and you were adamant that apple juice is ten times better than orange juice and he got extremely defensive.

he clears his throat, turning the page of his book. still refusing to acknowledge your presence.

“y’know you’re childish as fuck right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.

after being ignored for the third time, you stand up and walk to the couch he’s sitting on.

you snatch his book out of his hands, setting it on the coffee table and plop yourself down on his lap.

surprisingly he lets you do all of these things, biting his lip in annoyance and turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with you.

“michael joseph jackson.” you cup his cheeks, forcing his face in your direction. “m’sorry if you got offended over your precious orange juice that you seem to love more than me but this is immature.”

he stays silent, looking into your eyes with a raised brow.

oh wow, so he’s still being stubborn. you’re literally sitting on his lap, and he’s still ignoring you.

over fucking orange juice?

“michael!” you exclaim, dropping your hands to his shoulders and giving them a light shake.

you drop a kiss on his cheek, then the other cheek before planting many, many pecks on his lips.

he doesn’t kiss you back, deciding to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“ughhh,” you groan, “talk to me.” you pout, grabbing his cheeks so you can kiss him a few more times.

“you’re…” kiss “being…” kiss “so…” kiss “stubborn!”

michael let’s out a loud sigh, when you start to pepper kisses along his jaw. at this point you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to push you off yet. this is just giving you the impression that he secretly likes you being all clingy with him.

“im going to sleep in the guest room if you continue to ignore me. and then all you’ve have in life is your stupid orange juice.” you mumble, in between your kisses before you drop your head down to his neck.

you start kissing the smooth skin of his throat, opening your mouth wider so you can lick and suck the subtle skin into your mouth.

you hear a low groan rumble out of michael’s mouth, making a small grin form on your lips.

he’s cracking!

you continue your now mission, nibbling the sensitive skin of his throat, soothing the bites with your tongue.

you feel a large hand, settle on the dip of your waist, pulling you even more forward on his lap where you can feel the thick, unmistakable bulge of his growing erection.

got him!

“so now you want to touch me?” you question, raising your head with a grin.

he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his hand tightening its grip on your waist.

“you’re not being fair.” he speaks up, his lips forming a scowl.

“and now you want to speak?” you say in disbelief.

you grin, kissing him deeply before moving away and laughing when he tries to chase your lips.

“nuh uh. nope.” you shake your head, hopping off of his lap and swatting away his hands that try and pull you back.

“mama come back.” michael whines, unable to hide the massive tent in his sweatpants.

you shrug, leaving the living room knowing that he’ll most probably follow you. “if you need something that badly then ask your orange juice since that was worth ignoring your girlfriend over.”

you squeal running towards the bedroom when he stands up, chasing after you.

you and him ended up having a debate about which juice is better. orange or apple juice. and you were adamant that apple juice is ten times better than orange juice and he got extremely defensive.

he clears his throat, turning the page of his book. still refusing to acknowledge your presence.

“y’know you’re childish as fuck right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.

after being ignored for the third time, you stand up and walk to the couch he’s sitting on.

you snatch his book out of his hands, setting it on the coffee table and plop yourself down on his lap.

surprisingly he lets you do all of these things, biting his lip in annoyance and turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with you.

“michael joseph jackson.” you cup his cheeks, forcing his face in your direction. “m’sorry if you got offended over your precious orange juice that you seem to love more than me but this is immature.”

he stays silent, looking into your eyes with a raised brow.

oh wow, so he’s still being stubborn. you’re literally sitting on his lap, and he’s still ignoring you.

over fucking orange juice?

“michael!” you exclaim, dropping your hands to his shoulders and giving them a light shake.

you drop a kiss on his cheek, then the other cheek before planting many, many pecks on his lips.

he doesn’t kiss you back, deciding to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“ughhh,” you groan, “talk to me.” you pout, grabbing his cheeks so you can kiss him a few more times.

“you’re…” kiss “being…” kiss “so…” kiss “stubborn!”

michael let’s out a loud sigh, when you start to pepper kisses along his jaw. at this point you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to push you off yet. this is just giving you the impression that he secretly likes you being all clingy with him.

“im going to sleep in the guest room if you continue to ignore me. and then all you’ve have in life is your stupid orange juice.” you mumble, in between your kisses before you drop your head down to his neck.

you start kissing the smooth skin of his throat, opening your mouth wider so you can lick and suck the subtle skin into your mouth.

you hear a low groan rumble out of michael’s mouth, making a small grin form on your lips.

he’s cracking!

you continue your now mission, nibbling the sensitive skin of his throat, soothing the bites with your tongue.

you feel a large hand, settle on the dip of your waist, pulling you even more forward on his lap where you can feel the thick, unmistakable bulge of his growing erection.

got him!

“so now you want to touch me?” you question, raising your head with a grin.

he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his hand tightening its grip on your waist.

“you’re not being fair.” he speaks up, his lips forming a scowl.

“and now you want to speak?” you say in disbelief.

you grin, kissing him deeply before moving away and laughing when he tries to chase your lips.

“nuh uh. nope.” you shake your head, hopping off of his lap and swatting away his hands that try and pull you back.

“mama come back.” michael whines, unable to hide the massive tent in his sweatpants.

you shrug, leaving the living room knowing that he’ll most probably follow you. “if you need something that badly then ask your orange juice since that was worth ignoring your girlfriend over.”

you squeal running towards the bedroom when he stands up, chasing after you.

You & Michael are approximately 2 hours deep into this unexpected night, tipsy & staggered from the multiple drinks you’ve been bought from various people. Pulsing fluorescent lights reflect off your tanned skin as you move fluidly to the music, a sheen coat of sweat covering your bare arms from the humidity of the room.

Michael hadn’t been on the dance floor yet despite your pleas, he’s still a little shy even when he’s drunk. Instead, he’d prefer to watch you as he sat at the bar, sipping on some mysterious liquor Quincey had brought him. His thick curls stuck to his temples from everyone’s body heat pooling in the room, yet he still kept his flannel shirt buttoned up right to the top.

You’d look over your shoulder at him occasionally, relishing in the way he’d ogle at the lower half of your body with an unconscious bite of his lip. Or when he’d giggle around the rim of his glass when you’d gyrate your hips in his direction intentionally, showing off the curve of your ass in your jeans.

You’d love to tease him like that, testing his endurance. Michael was a faithful, religious man. He believed in the avoidance of sexual & lustful acts before marriage. He grew up around that motive all his life, especially with his family. But he’s an adult now with his own choices, yet he’s still stuck in the mindset of a 15 year old boy who has to follow the rules, or has to abide by what his parents taught him. He doesn’t fully realise he is his own man now, & his natural love for women doesn’t help.

He’d deny himself for months, stopping when things got too intimate with you, or made him feel something he didn’t know how to handle. It’s not like he didn’t want to, you’d feel the stiffness of his cock poke your thigh every time you two were making out, or even simply cuddling. But whenever you were just about to make it to the inside of his pants, he’d stop you politely, taking your hand away.

“Baby, not yet,” he’d always say.

Alas, being Michael’s girl was a positive experience. You got to live the upper-echelon life, such as being invited to private parties in Beverly Hills by people who worked alongside him. At first, Michael didn’t even want to go to this party, said it’s not his thing. You were in the middle, you wanted to get him out of his comfort zone & have fun for the night since you two weren’t up to much. In the end, you had convinced him enough to go, so here you were.

Michael turns his head, his trance broken as he hears a muffled voice call his name. It’s a trendy young man, probably successful or famous. He looks like he has money, though Michael doesn’t seem to know him. But of course, everyone knows Michael. The man’s smiling with all teeth, holding out his hand for a handshake.

Michael takes his hand immediately, smiling back as they share a quick & rough pat on the back.

“Love your music, man!” He shouts over the speakers.

Michael semi-yells a thank you that comes out louder & sloppier than expected. He averts his gaze back to you, already distracted by your femininity. Your hands flay in the air as your hair paints your face, you’re loving every second.

“That y'girl?” He shouts near Michael's ear.

Michael snaps his head at him & nods like he’s proud to say yes.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Beautiful ain’t she?” He practically says to himself, his voice high and sweet. His half-lidded drunken eyes stay glued on you.

The man throws him a small nod of approval, a playful smirk on his face.

“Damn right she is. Treat her right, man. In both ways if y’know what I mean.” He laughs, nudging him.

Michael lets his words hang in the air for a few seconds before laughing back, not quite sure why he’s laughing. Deep down, he wants you so damn bad. He craves you, he hates that he can’t have you yet. He feels embarrassed that he can’t provide that side of intimacy to his girl as a man. But god, if he could, he knew that embarrassment would vanish in no time.

Before Michael could fully respond, the man was strutting away, yelling at someone else. What he said made something shift in his brain, giving him a surge of confidence. How can he sit away from something so beautiful? He tips the last drops of his drink down his throat before placing it on the bar table with a clank. You see him walk over to you on the dance floor with an anticipative yet hungry look on his face. Your face lights up in surprise as he gets closer, doing a reeling motion with your hands. He chuckles from slight embarrassment.

As soon as he reaches you he places his hands on the small of your waist, rubbing absentmindedly. He looks at you like you’re the only girl in his world, like you’re a gift from God. He leans down towards your ear, moving the hair away,

“I missed you.” He whispers hoarsely, you can smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

You feel heat pool to your cheeks, a small smile creeping up the edges of your glossy lips.

“I missed you too, finally decided to come over huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders as you push yourself up to pepper a kiss on his cheek. The second your lips were about to touch his face, he turns his head to meet you in the middle for a messy kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. His breath hitches immediately, his brows furrowing as he pushes his body flush against yours, his hands growing tighter as they grab the fat of your hips.

He wastes no time in opening his mouth & wrapping his tongue around yours. His chest heaves as he tilts his head to the side, making an impossible attempt to deepen the kiss & get closer. You were caught off guard by his forwardness, he never usually initiated makeouts first, it was always you. You weren’t complaining though. You’d been waiting months for this energy, & now that is was finally here you were practically buzzing.

You sling your arms over his shoulders, connecting your hands around the back of his neck as you kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. The tips of your fingers play with his curls at the nape of his neck as you hum pleasantly on his lips.

You feel Michael’s breaths fall shallow, panting in your mouth as the same feeling he’d usually try to avoid starts to crescendo inside of him. That’s when you feel something hard poking on your thigh, you knew it was him.

You break the kiss breathlessly, a thin glistening line of your mixed salvia snapping.

“Michael—“ you mumble. You look down between his legs.

The sight before you has you frozen. His bulge swells beneath his brown courdroy pants as if it wants to escape, almost looking painful. His chest continues to rise & fall as he looks down, instinctively covering it with one hand.

“M’ sorry, just want you so bad. I don’t know why I feel like this tonight,” he says sloppily, his lips puffy & wet.

He can barely stand on two feet, constantly swaying from side to side. You giggle as you put your hands on his chest to steady him, the little circles you trace making him swallow. His eyes are glassy under the light, laced with this lust & neediness that you secretly love. You wanted to put him out of his misery so badly — but he’d never let you.

“How much did you drink tonight?” You tease, your voice as sweet as candy.

“A lot, I think.”

Your hands make your way to the top button of his shirt, attempting to undo it. His hand flies to yours to stop it.

“What are you doin'?” He giggles.

“Relax baby, It’s just so hot in here, are you not burning up in this?” you say smoothly.

You knew that wasn’t the only reason. You just wanted to loosen him up, step by step. He lets his hand down as he watches you undo his top button, then the second, then the third. His exposed chest glows under the fluorescent lights, deep & rich in color.

You run a hand along his bare skin, looking at him for any sign of discomfort. You don’t find any, for once he doesn’t look that nervous at all. His hands find your hips again, pulling you in against his frame as he gnaws on his bottom lip. He leans forward towards your neck, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Your sweet feminine scent drives him crazy. The way his warm breath gently grazes your neck gives you goosebumps. You squeeze your thighs as you feel your cunt start to pulsate.

“Do you always smell this lovely?” He whispers against you as he continues smelling your neck area like a feline.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You chuckle.

You just stand there, letting him smother himself all over you. If you’re being honest, his sudden wave of confidence threw you off guard, now you’re the one all nervous.

You gently slide one of your hands in between your glued bodies, making your way to his thighs. Your other hand on his lower back. You caress one gently, the sensation immediately making him wince. He flutters his eyes shut as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, not knowing what to do with himself.

You both end up deepening the kiss, the sides of your mouth growing wet. He whimpers your name into your lips as if he’s physically struggling to contain something. He pulls away a mere inch just enough to murmur,

“God help me.”

You feel him lightly grab your hand, moving it lower & lower until it reaches his bulge. Your eyes shot up at him, twinkling with mischief. That’s the last thing you expected him to do.

His forehead falls onto yours as he presses your palm against his cock, rewarding a low & relieving groan from his throat. He feels like rock in your grasp, making you salivate. Thank god you’re practically in the dark. You can feel his entire shaft as if there's no material on it, that's how erect he is. You give it a singular stroke from bottom to top, causing his mouth to fall agape.

“Mikey—“

“Let’s go home, I’ll call a cab” he plants a kiss on your collarbone, then on your lips, “Please.”

This is the first time Michael’s ever made a move like that. That was the first time you’d ever felt him down there, your heart skipped a beat the second you touched it. You’ve dreamt of that moment for months, him being all needy for your touch.

Michael called a cab the second you agreed to leave, rushing outside as he held your hand tight. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, his first priority was to get you home.

You gave the cab driver a hard time when you got in. You were all over each other on the ride home. You were both already spent, breathless & hot as you rammed your tongues down each other's throats, occasionally missing due to the darkness of the backseat. You could tell Michael was still trying to keep things safe, only making out with you. Not touching your 'lady parts' or anything, as he would call them. His hands would tremble as he held your shoulders tight, pushing his face into yours. You slide your hands under his flannel shirt, running your hands over his taut n’ clammy abdomen.

Kissing was the only thing he knew, the only thing he could do without feeling sinful. So it makes sense why his kisses feel so heated & desperate, his body needs more, yet it’s like he’s only restricted himself for kissing.

The red light at the junction illuminates the back seat, temporarily revealing your faces to each other. Michael looks down at your chest, your breasts almost falling out of your skimpy little top. He gently touches your necklace hanging above your cleavage, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"So beautiful, you're heaven-sent." He says, his voice cracking from being unused for the past 20 minutes of straight kissing.

When the taxi finally pulled up outside the house, Michael was already reaching for the door handle before the engine had fully settled. He shot a look at you, his face full of nerves & anticipation. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face.

“Thank you,” you tell the driver. Michael was already out the car in a hurry, waiting on you.

Neither of you said anything as you scurried onto the front porch, desperate to be alone together. Michael drops the keys as he tries to get the lock open as soon as possible.

You didn’t quite know what it was Michael was rushing for, you had an idea, yet it seemed completely unrealistic given his morals.

Finally, he manages to get the front door open, ushering you in first before shutting it behind him with a slam.

He places the keys on the console table, turning to you. He burries his face into your neck, his hands running down your thighs. You laugh breathlessly, looking down at the floor.

“You’re gonna have to tell me to stop cus’ I can’t keep my hands off you, I’m sorry.” Michael cooes, his pants feeling tighter around his crotch again.

Telling him to stop was the last thing on your mind, that would be absurd. You look up at him through your lashes, puckering your lips a little, toying with him.

“I like it,” you whisper.

You plant a kiss on the sweet spot of his neck. His scent is warm & alluring, notes of fresh soap, vanilla, & a night out. You twist your head more, opening your mouth as you let your tongue glide wetly against his supple skin.

He’s never been kissed on the neck by you before, so the feeling immediately makes him freeze & contract, his eyes threatening to roll back to his head.

“Oh my—“ He whimpers.

He pulls away before you can get into it, grabbing your both your hands.

“Come upstairs with me.” He asks you, his words slurred as he starts to pull you towards the stairs.

You both make it to your bedroom, but it’s pitch black. You hear Michael click the door shut. Neither of you say anything for a second, the tension is thick in the air. You feel your cunt start to dampen due to the anticipation.

You stumble across the floor towards where you think your bedside lamp would be, you find it & flip the switch. The lamp casts a dim amber atmosphere. As soon as Michael sees where you are, he walks towards you, guiding you to the bed by your waist.

He plops himself down on the mattress, keeping his hands on you firmly. You stand between his open legs as you stroke his head, he looked so cute like this. His big brown eyes stay fixed on yours, never faltering. He moves his hands higher up your waist so they’re sitting a little below your breasts.

“What is it you want, Mikey?” You say just below a whisper, tilting your head.

“I want you.”

His voice is laced with confusion, like he feels ashamed to even admit such an obvious thing. He can’t help his boyish urges, it’s only biological & one can only take so much before it cracks.

His hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your bare stomach. He plays with your belly button piercing first, giving it a little kiss. He continues to drag his face along your skin, his breath hitching as he peppers kisses at the same time, his lips felt burning hot against you.

You drop your head back slightly at the feeling, muttering his name as your hands stay in his hair.

He leans away, starting to pull up your shirt slow & steady. He looks at you as if to earn your approval. You hum in agreement as you help him lift your shirt off, leaving you in your white laced bra, your t-shirt forgotten on the floor.

Michael gawks at your plumpy breasts, his eyes darting back & fourth from them to your face, as if he can’t believe you’re real. The fit was a little too small for you, so the tops were on the verge of falling out which didn’t help him.

You reach around as you begin to unclasp your bra, startling him.

He looked like a deer in headlights, about to freak out or something. You place one hand on his cheek, stroking him with your thumb.

“You wanna see them?” You ask, your voice wooing him deeper.

Michael nods slowly, looking a little ashamed. He can’t even utter the courage to physically say yes, like if he does he’d be struck down.

You return your hand to your clasp, undoing it completely. Your full, perky breasts fall free once the material falls, sitting neatly in-front of his face while your nipples stiffen up from your arousal.

Michael’s gawks at them, his lips slightly parted. He didn’t know what to do with this sweet piece of ass in front of him, he couldn’t handle it. He’s never seen a naked woman in front of him before. Sure, he’d seen them when he’d flip through Playboy magazines in secret before he met you, but never in person. He’d always feel guilty for simply looking, or for the way his cock would twitch.

“They’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, honey. You can feel them if you want.” You reply.

You take his hands, pulling them up & placing them on your breasts. You let his hands go, allowing him to get used to the feeling. He wastes no time in rubbing & squeezing them, his pupils blown out as he looks at you, completely enamoured.

You watch him come undone every second that passes, his body becoming less stiff, more fluid & relaxed. Finally, his mental restraint snaps. He holds one in his hand as he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your right nipple with a warm, gentle pull & a swirl of his tongue. The sudden shock of pleasure draws a breath from your lungs, making your thighs clench.

“Oh my god Michael—“

His other hand reaches up, rolling your hard nub between his fingers in time with each wet pull of his mouth. He continues this for a few minutes, completely fine with doing it for hours.

He releases you from his mouth with a wet pop as you push him back onto the mattress. His belt buckle rattles as you fiddle to get it open. You manage to slide it off in one motion, throwing it behind you. You undo his button next, inching him to lift his hips up so you can remove his pants.

Michael grows impatient as he scurries to help you push them down to his thighs until you take over & pull them off completely. You feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight of his cock standing tall under his white boxers, the outline & shape clear as day.

Honestly, you didn’t expect him to look as big as he does. You wonder how it will even fit inside of you. The way it swells makes you pout, feeling even more obliged to put him out of his misery by milking him dry.

“You sure you wanna do this baby? We can stop y’know.” You reassure him, running your hands up his prickly thighs.

“Please, I don’t care anymore. I need you, God I need you. It hurts to say no to you.” He practically whimpers the words, dragging a hand over one of your breasts.

You automatically bite your lip at his desperation, moving your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

You grab the waistband of his boxers & start pulling them down slowly, his shaft revealing itself more & more the farther down they get. His cock springs free as soon as you get them completely off, slick pre-cum already pooling at the top of his head.

His cock was visibly perfect, his tip a deep mauve tone. Long veins were raised beneath the delicate skin, gently pulsating.

You feel Michael’s hand wrap around your hair, grabbing gently as he anticipates your mouth.

“Please, please—“ he begs.

You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving his tip a small kitten lick, lapping up his juices. The saltiness of his fluids made you hum, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

His body contracts the second your tongue touches him, lengthy groans ripping from his throat as he struggles to stay tame. One of his hands grips the sheets, his knuckles turning white as the other remains tangled in your hair.

You begin lowering your head, attempting to take him all in one go. Your nose grazes his pubic hair, his size causing soft gags to erupt from your throat.

“Ah—y-yes!” He cries, his eyes gradually making their way to the back of his head.

You couldn’t imagine how Michael must’ve been feeling right now, containing all that horniness for months only to get his cock sucked in the most vulgar way possible for the first time.

Trails of your saliva run down the sides of your mouth as you begin bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. You yourself were drunk, so keeping a rhythm & not sucking messily felt hard.

Michael’s hand guides your head up & down as if it has a mind of its own, not aware what he’s doing. He was too far gone, he’s entire body stiffened up from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

He opens his eyes as he rises his head up, looking at you worryingly.

“I feel something happening,” he warns as his abs start to clench. “If you stop now, it won’t count, right?” He barely manages to get the sentence out, his voice cracking.

You release him from your mouth with a pop, stroking him absentmindedly. You chuckle to yourself, he really thinks if you stop before he cums, this sinful act won’t count.

“It’s okay to want want me, Michael” You mewl.

He throws his head back on the sheets, accepting his defeat. His body still twitching as you stroke him.

You stand on your feet as you start to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down & off your feet. He sits up, sliding his hands across the hem of your lace panties before slowly pulling them down, watching the way your pussy reveals itself to him in awe.

Before you could do anything else, Michael presses his face into your glossy folds, holding your ass in place so you don’t fall.

A pornographic moan spills from your lips as you tip your head back, followed by your eyes. He moves his head down for a better angle, lapping & sucking up all your juices. His tongue swirls around your entrance, hitting your clit occasionally making you wince.

“More, please more—“

He flips you around onto the bed, immediately diving between your legs to continue feeding off you. You keep your legs open for him as he holds the backs, pushing them forward. He flattens his tongue against the bottom of your slit, dragging it all the way up with a groan. He continues doing that a few times for his own gain, sending you over the edge.

You pinch your eyes shut as you start to feel your thighs clench around nothing, a familiar sensation starting to grow in your lower belly.

“You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.” You moan out.

If anything, he speeds up. You tug at the sheets while the messy slurps from his drunken mouth bring you closer. Your breathing falls shallow, paired with little whimpers as the feeling grows stronger until it finally takes over you.

“Right there, y-yes, coming!”

Black spots cloud your vision, your thighs trembling in his grasp as the cord in your belly snaps. You’ve never came so hard in your life, it was almost painful.

Michael crawls on top of you like a cat as he brings you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips alone. You hold his face, his hands braced next to your head. You exhale as you feel his cock tap against your pussy, wanting to enter.

Michael moves himself up & down, his tip sliding against your slit beautifully. Both of you being so so wet makes the sliding easy, almost slipping in every now & then.

“Want it so bad, ma. Please say yes.” He whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues dragging it along your slit.

“Take it baby, t’s all yours.”

You push his ass, slowly crowning his tip inside you. A bittersweet sting forms as he plunges himself deeper inside, every inch forcing a moan out of the both of you. You sling your hands around his shoulders, keeping your legs open as wide as possible in hopes he’ll fit completely.

“So—tight, God.” He breathes out, pushing the last inches inside.

Once he’s fully in, he’s already panting, the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him making him weak. He takes a minute to get used to the feeling before starting to move. A few seconds pass & he starts moving, dragging his cock fully out before plunging back in.

Your breasts move beneath him with each gentle thrust, making him latch mouth onto one momentarily, greedy to have every part of you at once. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly with precision every second, you honestly felt like you could cum at any moment if you let yourself.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s speeding up, the slick plaps of skin meeting skin starting to creep up the harder he goes. A sweet, foamy ring of white starts to form around the base of his cock with each thrust.

Michael would rather keep his eyes open to look at your pretty little face, yet he finds it very hard. His eyes are pressed shut, trying to hide from the sinful reality. His face dug into your neck as he mumbles gibberish to himself, completely pussy whipped.

“Feels—good Mikey, you feel so fucking good.” You say, your voice jumping from his searing thrusts.

You feel his tongue graze your neck as his mouth opens, attempting to respond but to no avail.

He continues snapping his hips into you, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly every-time. Not one second goes by where you don’t feel pleasure, it’s trapping you.

You feel him swell larger inside of you, knowing he must be close. He lifts himself up, holding your hips to push himself into you impossibly deeper.

“Fuck! Right there!” You cry out, the head of his cock abusing your sweet spot even more than before.

“I feel it, It’s coming,” He pants, his eyes practically watering as they stare at you for support.

You reach down to try & grab him, forgetting you weren’t wearing any protection.

“You have to pull out baby, can’t come inside.”

There’s no sense of urgency in your voice, you were too consumed & wrapped up in the feeling he was giving you. Part of you didn’t even care, all you knew was now.

Michael’s thrusts start to become sloppy & erratic, his release only seconds away as his body begins to stiffen up, his thighs shaking.

The sudden change in his thrusts caused you to cum again suddenly. Your walls strangle him as you cry into your hand. The neighbours never entered your mind once.

The tightness of your unexpected orgasm catches him off guard, tipping him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’ sorry, I’m sorry—“

His hips snap into you one last time before he freezes, his warm seed spilling inside of you, painting your walls. His body falls limp as he flops down onto your chest, drawing out a long singular strangled moan into your cleavage, followed by little high pitch whimpers. The sensation of him filling you up makes you whine, definitely one of your guilty pleasures.

After a few minutes of breaths being caught, he lifts his hips, pulling his flaccid length out of you. His thick white release drips out instantly, pooling between your ass. You watch the colour drain out of his face as he stares between your legs. He reaches forward, rubbing the fluid between his fingers.

“How do you feel about being a daddy?"

a/n: can you guys tell i've been in heat this week?

Lacy, oh Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

Dinner time at Hayvenhurst was chaotic. Everytime. Besides the plethora of Jackson children, Katherine welcomed others frequently. Friends of the children. Significant others. The occasional business partner. It was the gathering spot for many. Always full of laughter and joy. And tonight, like many others, you sat around the large dining table basking in said joy. Right next to Janet, your longtime friend.

You were mid-conversation, bickering with Jackie about something and giggling, when— in walks Michael. You can’t help but straighten up a little. The crush (which you considered to be fairly miniscule, or atleast you told yourself that) you had on him was very obvious to others— everyone but him apparently. It had only grown over the years. Spending time with Janet had eventually turned into watching movies with Michael. Reading fan mail with Michael. Listening to records with Michael. Being in the studio with Michael. You got so comfortable with him, sometimes even sleeping curled up next to him in his room after staying up til’ ungodly hours of the night talking.

But then, something changed. Seemingly out of the blue.

In came Brooke. Literally and figuratively.

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek as you watched her follow Michael into the dining room. Recently, she’d become a staple in the Jackson household. The actress, who was a few years your junior, was breathtaking. Perfect teeth. Gorgeous smile. Long legs. Your eyes flickered down to your lap as you tried hard to calm the feeling growing deep in your gut. Pure, burning jealousy.

Within the last couple of months, Michael had spent less time with you and more time talking to Brooke on the phone. Prancing around red carpets with Brooke. Hanging out with Brooke. Talking about Brooke.

Brooke. Brooke. Brooke.

It was devastating.

Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time

Watchin’, hidden in plain sight

“What are you thinkin’ about over there? You’re gonna burn a hole thru the ceiling.”

Michael’s voice pulled you from your trance. You were sprawled out on his bed on your back while he sat on the floor, flipping through a random magazine. The two of you had been listening to music, but you’d stopped humming along a while ago. He couldn’t help but notice.

You huffed, turning onto your stomach to face him, resting your chin on your hands, elbows digging into the plush mattress below you.

You shrug, eyeing him. Face emotionless.

Michael wasn’t stupid. He’d picked up on the way your friendship had started to wither. You seemed distant. Painfully so. But, he figured maybe it was because he was around less and less. Spending more time at the studio. Attending meetings. Planning a tour. Or maybe you had a secret boyfriend you weren’t telling him about. He had no clue.

So, he had been ecstatic that you’d agreed to hang out with him tonight. Tucked in the dim light of his bedroom. Enjoying each others company. Though, you seemed extra reserved tonight. Not your typical bubbly self. Taunting and teasing. Spitting jokes to him. Ranting about girl stuff. He knew you well enough to know something was wrong. But he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Before you could even begin to think about answering his question, the phone rang.

Michael was quick to hop up, answering the phone in his typical sweet tone. He wrapped the cord around one of his fingers, fidgeting with it as an obvious smile spread across his face. It was clearly a woman’s voice on the other end. Brooke undoubtedly. And, he began chatting back. Basically forgetting your mere existence, leaving you laying on his bed aimlessly. Your face flushed, a sudden urge to cry beginning to claw at your insides. Clenching your jaw, you move fast. Wanting nothing more than to get out of his room. But he saw your movement as you trying to give him privacy. Nothing more.

Michael eyed you, watching you bend down to gather a few of your belongings before you made your escape to Janet’s room. He waved a hand at you, keeping the phone to his ear, mouthing a ‘no no no!’ but made no further attempt to stop you.

Your eyes burned as you stepped out of the room, leaning against the door as it shut. Chest heaving as you tried hard not to break down into a sob right then and there.

Smart, sexy Lacy, I’m losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate

Well aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist?

It wasn’t your typical Saturday night. No, this was different. The sudden barrage of camera flashes and yelling. The red carpet beneath your feet. You were attending the Grammy’s and that alone had you reeling. Arm-in-arm with Janet, you navigated past reporters and celebrities. It was a no brainer for Janet to bring you along tonight. The two of you did everything together. Though, Janet was admittedly a little nervous.

She knew Michael was coming with Brooke. More importantly, she knew how much you’d been struggling with that whole situation lately. She was your bestfriend after all. The one you’d thought would’ve been horrified when you’d admitted your feelings for her brother. Instead, she was the one who held you when you cried a few times recently when it all got too much. Your overwhelming feelings pouring from you as you sobbed to her.

Janet kept you close, watching your eyes sparkle at your surroundings.

And then, she watched them fill with raw emotion when Michael began to walk over. Hand clasped tight in Brooke’s. You swallowed hard, putting on your best fake smile. Something you’d mastered recently. Michael offered you and Janet both a quick hug, then your eyes met Brooke’s.

“You look amazing!” She grinned, her words genuine, yet somewhat of a metaphorical punch to the gut. In her defense, she had no clue about your feelings for her date.

“Thank you.” You smiled a little. “So do you.” Your reply was also genuine. Despite the position you were in, you’d never pray on anyone’s downfall. Especially someone Michael clearly admired. It wouldn’t do you any good.

So, seconds later after Michael had mumbled a few things to Janet, him and his date sauntered off. Janet immediately touched your arm, offering you a look of pure sympathy.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed. “I wish things were different.”

Ooh, I care, I care, I care

Like ribbons in your hair

My stomach’s all in knots

You got the one thing that I want

This was hell. You were sure of it.

You sat silently, lounged on a chair near the pool at Hayvenhurst. Sun beaming down, music playing loud. The brothers all splashing around, talking loudly and tossing a ball at one another.

Then there was Michael and Brooke who were giggling like children, chasing each other around the shallow end. Michael’s arms wrapping around her waist when he caught up to her, lifting her playfully.

You averted your eyes, tilting your head up towards the sun. If you didn’t know any better you’d settle for staring at the bright orange fireball above you, permanently burning your retinas. That might be less painful than this.

Over the last couple of weeks, you’d picked up the pieces of your heart alone. Or tried to atleast. A clueless Michael too busy with an all too familar Brunette. Despite your pain, you refused to stay away from Janet. She had been your rock through all of this, and you couldn’t imagine not hanging out with her. Even if it meant seeing Michael daily. And apparently Brooke.

Even though you’d accepted the fact that you’d never be with him in the way you’d dreamed about, that surely didn’t mean it didn’t sting to hear him shamelessly flirt with her or laugh at her jokes. Her name alone would always be a knife to the heart.

You shuffled uncomfortably in the lounger, reaching for your drink. It was only then that you spotted Michael whisper something in Brooke’s ear before she placed a kiss to his cheek. You sucked in a breath, clumsily dropping the glass onto the concrete beneath you— the sound of it shattering making everyone freeze.

Fuck.

Wincing, you moved to start cleaning it up until Katherine quickly ducked in.

“S’ okay baby.” She said, her calming voice floating around you. “Just a glass. It happens.” She knew.

You nod, eyes welling with tears behind your sunglasses. Everyone returned to what they were doing, and you followed Katherine inside as she disposed of the broken glass.

Moving to wash the sticky liquid of your drink off your hands, you stared aimlessly out of the large kitchen window.

“He doesn’t know.” She said suddenly, standing behind you. You shut the water off, not sure if you’d understood her correctly.

“What?” You murmured, turning to her.

“Michael.” She smiled a little, expression sympathetic. “He doesn’t know how you feel.”

You blink, suddenly speechless as you exhale a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Janet told me.” She reiterated, reaching out to rub your arm comfortingly.

You drop your gaze to the floor because you don’t want to cry infront of her. And when you start to speak, your voice cracks. Katherine was quick to pull you in, sighing to herself when you began to sob into her chest. “I know, baby.” She soothed, rubbing your back with one hand and cradling your head with the other. “I know—It’s hard. Feelings are hard.”

She moved to grab your face, urging you to look at her. “You need to tell him. You shouldn’t hold things like this inside.”

“No.” You sniffle. “No— I can’t do that to him.”

“I don’t think things are as serious with Brooke as you think they are.” Katherine said, voice hushed.

“I think it’s just a special friendship. Nothing more.”

“I can’t handle rejection from him.” You whimper. “And it would ruin our friendship.”

“Sometimes we have to take chances, honey.” The woman’s motherly wisdom poured from her effortlessly. Somehow she always knew what to say and just how to say it. “We might fall time and time again. But you have to fall to walk. Take a chance. I think you might be surprised.”

I despise my jealous eyes

And how hard they fell for you

It was nearly two weeks later when you found yourself creeping quietly down a long familiar staircase, heading for the front door of Hayvenhurst. Overnight bag in hand. It was a little past six in the morning, the sun just barely up. The wood of the stairs creaking beneath your weight.

Janet was still fast asleep when you’d exited her room. You’d barely slept, mind overly busy per usual. Suddenly, you decided that you wanted the comfort of your own apartment. Your own bed.

But, when you reached for the doorknob, the door began to open without your touch. And then, there was Michael. Standing infront of you with tired eyes. You froze, a little startled.

“What are you doing up?” He smiled a little, face lighting up at your presence. “It’s early.”

“Going home.” You mumbled, attempting to move past him without looking him in the eyes.

That’s when he gently grabbed your wrist. “Hey.”

You huffed, forcing yourself to look at him. Annoyed. “What?”

“Can we please talk? Are you mad at me?” He asked simply, looking a little hurt. “You’ve barely spoken to me for weeks.”

“You’ve been busy, Michael.” You say pointedly. And it’s not false. He has been extremely busy this month.

“But I’ve been around.” He says, eyes searching your own. “And when I am, you avoid me at all costs.”

You sigh, defeated— The anger that had been bubbling in you dying down when you realize the disappointment and confusion written on his features. He looked tired. Worn down.

“Say something.” He speaks up again.

“I don’t know what to say, Michael.” You say, exasperated, stepping past him and starting to walk towards your car.

“I need you to tell me what I’m missing.” He walks behind you, clearly upset.

“Everything!” You turn to him, watching his face change when he notices your eyes are full of tears. “You’re missing everything Michael!”

His brows furrow as he steps closer. “I—”

“I’ve totally lost you.” You cry. “And for the sake of you and Brooke—”

“Wait, this is about Brooke?” He interrupts, and you almost laugh, hot tears streaming down your cheeks now.

“I’m in love with you, Michael!” You almost yell, chest heaving. “I’ve been in love with you. For a long time. And I can’t watch anymore. I can’t watch you and her any longer. I’m happy for you, really. She’s beautiful and kind. But I can’t—” As you continue to ramble, your voice cracks. Words failing. You reach to cover your mouth, choking on a sob.

His expression shifts to shock, mouth falling open as he tries to come up with something of substance to say in response to your admission.

“I’m sorry if this changes things between us— but we’ve already changed so much. I just.. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Brooke and I aren’t together.” Michael speaks up, his voice soft. Cautious almost. “She’s just a really good friend. She’s one of the only people I trust. Besides you.”

“No, she absolutely likes you Michael. It’s so clear to everyone. It’s more than that. Everyone thinks you’re an item.” You start to turn away, reaching for the handle of your car door until Michael begins to grab at your arm to stop you. His touch soft but demanding.

“Listen to me.” He begs, face entirely too close to your own. “Please, baby.” There it was. That silly little pet name he’d let slip a few times before. One that always had you spiraling. You chewed at your lip anxiously.

“I don’t want Brooke.” He breathes. “I can’t picture myself with Brooke like that. Getting married. Having kids. I just don’t see it. We have a wonderful connection but I don’t love her. Not in that way.”

You sigh, sniffling. Not wanting to accept what he’s saying but forcing yourself to listen. You were far too stubborn for your own good.

“I’m sorry if it looked like something else. And I’m sorry I didn’t realize you felt this way earlier.” He says soothingly, eyes begging.

You shake your head, denial taking over.

“I don’t want her.” He breathes again. “I want you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes.” He corrects you quickly. “I do.”

“You don’t mean it.” You sniffle again, lashes wet. And God, you look so beautiful like this to him. It pains him to see you crying because of him, but seeing you this close. The softness of your features. The plushness of your lips. So, so pretty. It made warmth creep through his chest.

He’d admired you for years. Though, as Janet’s bestfriend, you were off limits. Atleast in his eyes. That didn’t mean he didn’t daydream about you though. Frequently. He loved having you around. In his room. On his bed. Thighs touching when you sat next to each other watching a movie with a huge bowl of popcorn on your laps. Fingers brushing when you passed him the remote. You were one of the only constants in his life. One of the only people he was comfortable around. Could fully trust. Really, truly loved. Deeply. Unconditionally. He just didn’t think it would evolve into anything more. That seemed too good to be true.

So, at your admission— he felt idiotic. Mentally cursing himself for not seeing it before. God, he’d wasted so much time.

He couldn’t possibly waste anymore.

And instead of words he knows you won’t listen to, he moves to slide his hands along your jaws, tugging you into him as he presses his lips to your own.

You freeze against him, wanting to fight it. Wanting to push him off and yell at him. But you can’t. After a moment, you kiss him back, melting into him as one last stray tear slides down your cheek and meets the warm plushness of his where your skin meets. When you both pull away, you exhale. Feeling far too many things at once.

“I do.” He says softly. “I do mean it. With everything in me.”

from that day onwards, every time he would come to the bookshop with bill not too far behind him, he always spotted you out. he would catch you buying a book at the till or sometimes sitting on a plush couch, tucked away in a silent corner, reading a book.

michael didn’t think he’s ever been so enthralled by someone who he hasn’t even said two words too. he hasn’t even heard you voice, and yet he’s already planning his future with you in his head.

thriller!michael who gets flustered when you speak to him for the first time.

it’s been weeks since he first saw you, and he wasn’t exactly making it a secret that he finds you attractive. he would always glance at you every second that he got, looking away whenever you would meet his eye.

it was only on one late evening, when he was browsing through one of the isles that he caught a glimpse of a body in the corner of his eye.

it was you, right beside him. so close that he can smell your fruity perfume.

at first he tried to play it cool, pulling his cap further down his head and making sure his head is slightly downturned.

but it was only when he heard you speak. the sound of your voice, that made his head jerk up in surprise.

“i know who you are.” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. the sound of your smooth, velvety voice makes a chill run through his bones.

“huh.” michael swallows, his eyes wide with surprise behind his dark shades.

“i know who you are, and i find it pretty cute that you believe you’re in disguise.”

michael doesn’t think his heart has ever beat so fast in his life, it literally feels like it’s about to explode out of his chest and run away. not only did you speak to him but you recognise him and you called him cute.

he feels like he’s going to faint.

“um… i—” michael clears his throat, licking his lips that have suddenly turned a bit too dry. “thank you?” fuck, now he’s embarrassed. out of everything he couldn’t said to you, he turned into a stuttering mess and said ‘thank you?’ at this moment he just wants the floor to swallow him up whole.

you let out a soft laugh, making michael’s cheeks warm up. “you’re so cute, it’s sickening.” you look up at him, your mesmerising eyes taking in his whole face like you’re trying to paste it to your memory.

but there was something about your gaze that made warmth settle deep into his stomach. unlike his other fan girls, you’re not crying over his presence, passing out or begging for him to notice you. no it’s more like, you’re seeing him for more than he actually is.

you’re seeing him as just a regular person. he hasn’t had someone look at him like that in a very long time.

michael clears his throat again, shaking off his nerves and deciding to make casual conversation with you. he introduced himself, even though you already knew who he was. he found out your name, your favourite book and author. what your day job is, what kind of board games you like, and also how you love animals.

the way his eyes lit up when you told him that you love animals, and would love to own a ranch one day, made him even more obsessed with you. he doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone that perfect before.

it’s like you’re made for him.

you both didn’t even know how quick time went by until bill showed up, telling michael that the bookshop is closing.

being the gentleman, that he is, michael walked you out, still rambling about his pet bubbles.

you laugh, letting him know how cute bubble sounds and how you’ll love to meet him. you both stop walking right where bill’s car is parked and that’s when reality hits you both.

you sigh, your cheeks aching from laughing so much.

“it was nice talking to you michael.” you say, your eyes searching his.

“it was nice talkin to you too.” michael mumbles, his heart aching because he doesn’t want to stop speaking to you. apart from bill and his brothers, you’re the only person who never treated him like a worldwide star.

you made him feel normal, by just being in his company and he doesn’t want to leave you.

you sense the sadness coming from his body. the way his shoulder slightly slump, and how he drops his head an inch, completely ignoring bill who is standing by his car, with an amused expression on his face.

you giggle at his behaviour, making his head snap up in your direction. “y’know bill is waiting for you?” you question.

“i know.” he shrugs, his mouth still twisted into a frown.

“okay, how about…” you take out a piece of paper from your bag and a pen, writing down your number. “how about you call me sometime and we can go on a sort of date?” your cheeks warm up at your own words. but it doesn’t hurt to ask right?

you knew you made the right decision when you see his eyes absolutely light up. “i will.” he says, quickly taking the piece of paper from you.

bill waves him over, and michael slowly leans over pressing a small kiss on your cheek.

you giggle, watching him get in the car with bill before they both drive off.

thriller!michael kissing you for the first time

the date you both had was amazing. you remember him taking you to the movies, and he was such a gentleman the whole time. giving you your space but also close enough so the people surrounding you would know that you’re on a date.

he even took you out to dinner after, you both laughing and talking over your food.

when the night ended, he drove you home even though you now understand why bill drives him everywhere because michael is a questionable driver. but you’d never tell him that.

when you both did reach your place, you both spent a while talking outside your building, with michael having his hands pushed deep into his slack pockets, like he’s trying to restrain himself from touching you.

“i really enjoyed today,” you smile, shifting closer to him.

“so did i,” he answers, his eyes bouncing between your lips and your eyes.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his utter cuteness.

“mikey,” you grin, stepping another step closer, so you have no choice but to crane your neck up to look up at him.

he hums, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

“do you wanna kiss me?” michael’s eyes widen at your question. completely taken off guard, because how did you know?

was he that obvious?

“i— yes… well not if you don’t want too.” he stutters, making you step forward once again so your chests are touching. you lean up on your tiptoes, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pressing a long, sweet kiss on his lips. you close your eyes, moving your lips slowly against his full ones. he lets you take the lead, not rushing, but also kissing you back with the same amount of softness.

you break apart from the kiss, muffling a laugh at michael’s expression. he looks like he went to heaven and just touched back onto earth, looking dazed with his lips covered in your lip gloss.

you see that his hands are still stuffed into his pockets, like he doesn’t trust himself to remove them.

“goodnight mike, thank you so much for tonight and ill call you.” you say, grinning at the fact he still hasn’t said a word since you kissed him.

michael watches you turn, about to walk into your building but before he can stop himself he wraps his hand around your waist, spinning you around so your chest is pushed against his.

he kisses you again, this time more deeper than the last, like he can’t get enough of your taste. you melt into the kiss quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head closer to yours. you feel both of his hands run up and down your waist, gripping your body closer.

the first kiss, was soft, gentle, just a regular goodbye kiss after the first date.

but this kiss it’s more hungrier, more touching, it’s as if you both just can’t get enough of each other.

you break away from the kiss, breathing heavy. “that was a surprise.” you pant, smiling.

“m,sorry.” michael mumbles, still not removing himself from your hold. “i couldn’t— i needed to do that again.”

“that’s okay.” you smile. “i wanted to kiss you again too.”

thriller!michael asking you to be his girl

after that night, you both went out for lunch the day after and even went roller skating near the end of the week. 

it was as if you couldn’t get enough of each other.

now he’s at your apartment, after you invited him over to watch a movie.

you honestly love how you both haven’t been out of each others site since that first date you had. holding hands, kissing, at this point you act like a couple without even declaring it.

“okay right hand on green.” you say, giggling when you have to lean over michael so you can put your hand on the green dot.

your hand slips, making you fall straight onto michael’s chest.

you both laugh as you fall on the ground, knowing that this is like your fifth round of twister tonight.

“i love this game.” you say sitting up, slightly so you’re looking into his eyes.

“so do i.” michael grins, not making any effort to move. his hands are settled on your waist, rubbing the bit of skin from where your top is riding up. “how… how do you feel about being my girl?”

you smile, already knowing the answer you’re going to give him. “do you really need to ask me that?” you grin.

he shrugs, molding your body closer to his. “im a gentleman, if i want you to be my girl i have to ask.”

you press a sweet kiss to his lips, pushing a stray curl away from his eyes. “yes, mike. ill be your girl.”

thriller!michael who is obsessed with the feeling of your mouth on his dick.

“baby…” michael groans, when your warm mouth opens wide to swallow his length.

you hum, the vibration making him feel the pleasure all the way down to his toes. you bob your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks and swirling your mouth around every vein and ridge of his member.

“fuckkk… mama that feels so good.”

you take him in as deep as you can, your hand twisting around the remaining length that you can’t get in your mouth.

“oh my god.” michael lets out a broken moan, when he feels the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. you gag, raising your mouth off of him with a wet pop. you pump his length a couple times, your hand not able to wrap around the size of him fully.

“you’re so big, mikey.” you coo, using your thumb to swipe off some of the pre cum that is oozing out of his thick tip. you stick your thumb in your mouth, moaning at the slight salty taste of him.

michael stares at you, his eyes glossed over with lust and also amazement. who would’ve known that the sweet girl he spotted out in a bookshop was an undercover freak.

you lick his length, from the bottom to the top before you open up your mouth to take him whole again. this time you pay extra attention to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and even sucking it gently.

michael’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his fingers gripping the sheets below him.

“i—i think m’ gonna cum.” he groans. you hum again, bopping your head more faster and ignoring the few gags from the utter thickness of him.

“ahhh— shittttt.” michael lets out a deep, broken moan, pushing your head so far down that tears escape your eyes. you feel the burst of his cum shooting down your throat, you swallow every last drop, even when he lets go of your head.

“you taste good.” you hum, when you take your mouth off of his dick.

“you’re…” michael pants, his legs still slightly shaking from the earth shattering orgasm he just had. “you’re… so dirty.”

“hmm, but i bet your hand never made you cum that hard before?” you raise your brow.

michael laughs at your words, pulling you up so you’re sitting on his lap. he kisses you, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue.

he’s so glad that he met you, and he’s never letting you go. he can’t wait to buy a pretty rock to put on your finger so everyone can see that you’re officially his.