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waiting up for your husband wasn’t unusual. hearing another woman’s voice on the other end of his phone was. sometimes, all it takes is an honest conversation—and a little reassurance—to remember where michael’s heart truly belongs.

.ೀ smut . ⊹ mdni 𑣲 mature era!michael. husband!michael. married couple. established relationship. brief mention of lisa marie presley. possessive undertones. domestic fluff. makeup sex. oral (f receiving & m receiving). unprotected sex. p in v. riding. soft dom!reader. submissive!michael. pet names; baby, darlin’, love, sweetheart. cockwarming. fluff & smut.

wk 2.8k

You were cleaning up around the house late at night, waiting for your husband to get home. The house wasn’t terribly messy but you were enough to fix up things here and there.

As you were about to head into the kitchen to fix yourself a snack, the phone rang.

“Hello?” you answered, “Baby? baby, I might be a little late tonight I—” assuming he was just working terribly late at night again until you heard another voice on the other end.

“Michael, who are you talking to?” it was a woman, now why the hell was he with another woman? when you were sitting around waiting for him to come home.

“Mike, who is that?” you answered, your tone was stern and filled with curiosity, Michael on the other hand was calm “Ah- can you back up?” He was talking to the other woman on the line again.

“Lisa—” Then you heard him laugh, he was laughing. And he was with Lisa Marie fucking Presley.

“LISA?” You questioned. “Michael, what the fuck are you doing with Lisa?” You questioned him, there was just rigging on the other line. “Baby, I’ll call you back- Or I’ll see you when I get home!” The line went dead, you gawked as you just looked at the phone.

“That bitch.” You muttered, you were really more mad at Michael than anything, hanging around another woman. Interesting.

You pushed yourself back up from the one-seater sofa and back into the kitchen, looking in the fridge for a small meal to make, instead, grabbing your yogurt parfaits.

“Lisa Marie Presley.” You muttered as you walked to the other end, opening up the cutlery drawer. “With my man?” You scoffed as you grabbed yourself a spoon. Sitting at the table. Taking large bites of your yogurt parfait.

You could hear rummaging at the front door, Michael. What are you gonna do with him?

“Sweetheart!” He called from the front door, closing it behind him. You stayed waiting in the kitchen still taking bites of your yogurt. The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor as they gradually got louder.

“Baby?” he called again, walking a little closer before stopping a few feet away. You only gave him a cold glare before looking back down at your snack, taking another bite like he wasn’t worth your attention.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?” he asked, stepping beside you. His familiar cologne hit you instantly, but it wasn’t the only scent clinging to him. Mixed in with it was a woman’s perfume—sweet, and expensive. It made your stomach twist.

Michael leaned down, trying to press a kiss against the side of your head, but you pulled away before he could. He froze for a second, his brows knitting together as he searched your face, clearly realizing something was wrong.

There was a silence for a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brows knitting together. “Your foods in the fridge.” You say finally breaking the silence, he didn’t budge. “You can warm it up when you’re hungry.”

Getting up from the table, you threw your half-eaten yogurt parfait into the trash before rinsing off the spoon. Michael just stood there watching you move around the kitchen. He knew you were angry, and judging by the guilty look creeping across his face, he knew exactly why.

“Sweetie… are you upset?” Michael called after you, but you continued minding your own business as you walked upstairs toward your bedroom.

He didn’t follow you. No footsteps behind you, no calling your name again, no trying to stop you. That almost upset you even more. You wanted him to come after you, to explain himself, to tell you there was nothing going on. Instead, he stayed downstairs, and all you could do was think, ‘That’s fine’ ‘I hope he sleeps down there’ ‘Pathetic.’

You laid back against the pillows, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t care and if he made his way up here you wouldn’t have an attitude. You were laying in silence, had he actually decided to just leave you alone? no, knowing michael, you know he’d come up here apologizing, trying to reason with you. telling you there was nothing going on between him and Lisa.

Just as you were about to roll over and turn the lamp off, you heard the familiar creak of the stairs followed by slow footsteps making their way down the hallway towards the bedroom.

The door slowly opened, Michael walked in closing the door behind him as he loosened his tie walking over to the bed sitting himself down to make himself comfortable. You heard him sigh.

“Baby.” He said in a gentle demeanor, “are you gon’ tell me what’s wrong?” Here he goes, asking the same dumb question.

“You know what’s wrong, don’t give me that.” You said, trying your hardest to keep your composure. You pushed yourself up from where you were lying, sitting against the headboard as you looked at him. Your arms crossed as you waited for a response.

“There’s nothin’ going on between me and Lisa— she just happened to come over—” What a bullshit excuse you thought to yourself, “happened to come over?” you rolled your eyes “for what? does she still have feelings for you?” Michael just put his head in his hands as he groaned.

“Why are you the one stressed out?” You cocked your head at him.

“ ‘Cause you aren’t lettin’ me explain, can you chill out for jus’ a minute?”He looked at you, all you could do was nod.

“Fine.” You shuffled around on the bed, getting yourself comfortable against the headboard while keeping your arms folded. You’d hear him out, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still upset.

“She came over, she— told me that she missed me and, I’m pretty sure she was drunk. I mean—” You studied Michael’s face as he explained everything. The slight furrow in his brows, the tired look in his eyes, the way he kept stumbling over his words trying to make sure he said the right thing. Deep down, you knew he wasn’t bullshitting.

“She was slurrin’ her words like crazy— baby, I would never do anythin’ to intentionally hurt you, especially hang around Lisa.” He shook his head. “You’re my girl. Mine.”

He was looking directly at you now, his expression soft, sincere, and filled with nothing but love. Your heart hated how easily those words got to you.

The sight of him alone was enough to make the knot in your chest loosen just a little, but you weren’t about to let him off that easily.

“So why was she in the car with you?” You looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, she was drunk, I offered her a ride home.” He said it like it was no big deal.

“She couldn’t just get a cab or somethin’?” You retorted back and he just rolled his eyes and smiled.

“I’m not gonna make her wait for a cab.” You knew that, Michael wasn’t that type of man. If somebody needed help, he’d help them without thinking twice. It wasn’t the ride home that bothered you—it was the fact that it was Lisa. Out of all people… Lisa.

“Fine, that’s fair…” you admitted with a reluctant sigh. “But she was touchin’ all up on you in that car. I can smell her perfume on you.” The thought alone made your stomach twist all over again.

“Baby—” Michael paused, not immediately having an answer this time. He knew you had a point. Looking back on it now, he probably should’ve had one of his security guards take her home instead.

With another quiet sigh, he rolled over on the bed, scooching himself closer until he was right beside you.

He reached for your leg, pressing a soft kiss just above your knee. He started pressing soft kisses on your leg.

“What— Mike, don’t start.” You instinctively tucked your leg underneath you before he could kiss it again, earning yourself a pair of big brown doe eyes looking up at you. He couldn’t help but smile a little.

“The only woman I want to be with is you.” He murmured, as he lifted himself up to get closer to you, placing a bare kiss onto your thigh, then the corner of your lips.

“I love you.” he whispered, his breath fanning against your lips. “Love you too.” You said, smiling back at him. “Don’t let that woman back in your car again.” He laughed at that, but you weren’t kidding.

“Kiss me s’more.” You said, he looked at you for a second with another smile forming on his lips.

“Baby…” he chuckled quietly. “I gotta wash up first.” You could hear the hint of shyness in his voice, making you grin.

“You can wash up later…” you whispered, leaning in to place a lingering kiss against his cheek. Gently cupping his face, you turned him back toward you, pressing another soft kiss to the tip of his nose before capturing his lips again.

You gave him a soft grin, “gettin’ shy already?” you teased him, “Darlin’…”

You only smiled wider before trailing gentle kisses along his jaw, lingering there for a moment before making your way toward his neck. Your fingers slowly loosened his tie, sliding it free before beginning to unbutton the top of his shirt so you could leave another kiss along his collarbone.

You’d missed him.

After sitting around the house waiting for him all night, worrying yourself sick over a phone call that turned out to be nothing, all you wanted now was him.

Michael let out the faintest whimper, his hands instinctively settling at your waist as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

You smiled to yourself, leaving one last lingering kiss before he gently caught your wrists, carefully pulling you back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Baby…” he breathed, his voice quieter now.

You smiled to yourself, leaving one last lingering kiss before he gently caught your wrists, carefully pulling you back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Baby…” he repeated, his cheeks faintly warm. “Let me take care of y’ first.”

Michael’s grip on your wrists tightened just a fraction. He leaned in again, this time taking full control of the kiss. His mouth pressed harder, lips parting yours as his tongue slid inside.

He guided you backward without breaking the contact, lowering you onto the bed until your back met the sheets. His body followed, chest pressing against yours.

One of his hands left your wrist and slid down your side. His palm moved over the silk of your pajama shorts, rubbing between your legs in slow circles.

The fabric pressed against you with each pass of his fingers. You bucked your hips up into his hand and he pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak.

“Needy aren’t you?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You nodded, hips rolling again against his palm. Michael kissed your jaw, then your neck, planting a line of kisses downward.

His fingers found the buttons of your silk pajama top and began undoing them one by one.

Each button gave way under his touch until the fabric parted, exposing your bare breasts, he planted lingering kisses, his mouth open and warm, tongue flicking over one nipple before moving to the other. You let out a hitched moan.

His kisses continued lower, over your stomach, until he reached the waistband of your silk shorts.

He pressed his lips right against the front of the shorts, kissing the fabric where it covered you. A soft sound left him.

His fingers hooked into the waistband as he tugged the shorts down your legs, leaving you bare. He settled between your thighs. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” he whispered, drawing one of his fingers along your wet slit, making you hiss. “Mike— please.”

His cock twitched at the sound of you begging, he leaned in, tongue dragging slowly over you. The first lick was long and deliberate. He licked again, firmer this time, swirling his tongue around your bundle of nerves before pressing inside.

“Shit, Mikey—” Your hands found his hair and tugged. The pull made him groan against you. You rolled your hips, rubbing yourself on his tongue, using his face as you chased the feeling.

Michael’s hands came up to grip your thighs, holding them open while you moved. “Cum in my mouth darlin’,” he said between licks. “Let me feel it.”

Your legs began to shake “I’m gonna- fuck—” you managed to breathe out. He pressed them down harder, keeping you pinned while his tongue worked faster along your core. The pressure built until it broke, your body clenching as you came on his tongue.

Michael kept licking through it, drawing every twitch out of you until your shaking eased, “good job, love.” He said as he kissed his way back up your body, mouth meeting yours again. You tasted yourself on his lips, bitter and sweet. When he pulled back you looked at him, panting, your eyes dazed with lust.

“Let me return the favor, baby,” you said.

“Wh— no, no, you shouldn’t.” He shook his head. “This is jus’ for you, it’s about you baby.” He placed another lingering kiss against your forehead. You hardly ever sucked Michael off, Michael never let you or he always refused.

“Please… I wanna make y’ feel good too.” you cooed at him, placing your hand on his cheek. Michael was shy at the thought of it, his face going warm, as he slowly nodded. “Fine..”

You ended up sliding down the bed until you were on your knees in front of him, the sight of you being down there was so pretty, he lazily tucked your hair behind your ear.

Your fingers found the button of his trousers and popped it open, then dragged the zipper down. You tugged the fabric lower and his cock sprang free, already hard, A bead of precum sat at the slit. Michael’s face flushed. If you were able to read Michael’s mind he’s probably thinking “why am I letting her do this.”

You wrapped your fingers around the base and rubbed the tip with your thumb, spreading the precum “shiiit.” Michael’s breath caught. You leaned in and took him into your mouth, tongue pressing along the underside as you sank down. He let out a shaky moan, hands hovering near your head like he wanted to grab but was holding back.

Bobbing your head on his length, you circled around his tip which made his hips buckle, “Fuck” he moaned, you placed your hand on his thigh as you took him further into your mouth, your moans vibrating on his cock.

When he was close his restraint broke. His fingers finally tangled in your hair, gripping tight as his hips jerked. He came with a stuttering moan, voice cracking.

“S-sorry—fuck—‘m sorry, I didn’t mean—ahh—sorry, sorry,” he gasped, still holding your head while he pulsed in your mouth. Cum spilled over your tongue in hot spurts.

You pulled off slowly, swallowing the thick coats of white. “It’s okay baby.” you reassured him, Michael’s chest heaved as you fully removed his troYou were wet and readyusers off of him.

You were aching for it as you pushed him back down onto the bed, you reached down, took his cock in your hand and gave it one last pump before lining him up against your slick heat.

You sank down onto him in one slow motion, taking every inch until your hips met his.

A broken moan left Michael the moment you were fully seated. You started with slow rolls of your hips, grinding down on him. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in.

You leaned forward, lips near his ear. “Lisa couldn’t fuck you like this. She won’t be able to fuck you this good.”

Michael’s eyes squeezed shut. “Y-yes… you’re so good to me. She’s nothing. You’re mine. All mine.” He was blubbering nonsense, a whiney mess as he whimpered underneath you, a smile spreading across your face as you picked up the pace.

Bouncing on his cock now. The wet sound of each drop filled the room. Michael’s moans turned into stuttering, whiny sounds every time you sank down fully.

“Fuck—baby, oh god—s-so tight—,” he babbled, voice cracking on every thrust. His hips twitched up to meet you but he let you stay in control, letting you ride him however you wanted.

“Shit.” you said as you used your other hand to rub circles around your clit.

“Cum wi—fuck, me” you managed to sputter out. He eagerly nodded yes as you were rolling and bouncing until his whole body tensed beneath you.

You came with a high, broken whine, cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you. You kept moving through it, drawing every drop until he was spent and shaking.

When the last twitch faded you stayed seated on him, cock still buried inside, keeping him warm. Michael’s hands rested on your thighs, breathing ragged, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you.

“Stay like this,” he whispered. “Just… stay.”

you’ve spent months pretending that the lingering kisses, lingering hugs, and lingering feelings between you and michael don’t mean anything. but after one movie night at hayvenhurst, the line between friendship and love becomes impossible to ignore.

ೀ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 .ᐟ ⊹ mdni 𑣲 thriller era!michael. friends to lovers. mutual pining. “we’re just friends”. first time together. oral (f receiving). penetrative sex. praise. needy!reader. shy!michael. lovesick idiots. kissing. yearning. mutual confessions. pet names; baby, favorite girl. established emotional connection. soft aftercare. fluff & smut. no use of y/n. slight mention of j*e

wk 5.7k

DECEMBER 9, 1984.

“Janet, I couldn’t possibly do that… isn’t that more of a family thing?” you heard her smack her teeth on the other end of the line.

“Girl, you are family, and besides, I don’t see a problem with you hanging out with all of us. I know Michael would be surprised seeing your face after these long, dreadful months,” she teased, and all you could do was sigh. You and Michael have been friends for quite some time now, and you weren’t sure if your relationship was completely platonic.

Both of you shared intimate moments—kisses, hugs—that hinted at a romantic relationship, yet neither of you ever confessed.

“Fine, Janet, I’ll go! But not because I want to see Michael, so don’t even try to pester me with your restless teasing,” she responded with high-pitched ‘mhhmmm’

“Well, get ready. Because we’re heading out tonight! I’ll get one of my guards to take us there,” she said, “what ti—“

“Oh! and make sure you wear something cute, okay?” She didn’t even say goodbye; she just hung up the phone. What exactly were you going to wear that was considered cute? It’s freezing like hell outside. Considering when you first moved to California you thought it would be warm, even during winter.

But, no. It’s always between 40-60 degrees outside.

You got up and searched through your closet and drawers, picking out a warm knitted sweater and some bell-bottoms that hugged your hips and seat perfectly before flaring out at the knee.

Janet picked you up later that night, as you wrapped your arms around your body while the cold air hit your face, “bell bottoms? Girl, what is this, the 70s?” Janet said, You rolled your eyes, 'it’s too cold to dress ‘cute’ in your terms.” You slid into the car, and Janet was right behind you.

The drive wasn’t really long, and it wasn’t quiet either. You and Janet loved to have your discussions, of course, she teased you a bit more about you wanting to come along, as if she didn’t ask, always bringing up ‘Michael this’ or ‘Michael that’. At one point, she could tell you were visibly annoyed, and she switched the topic.

You arrived at the venue together, stepping out of the car as the cold evening air nipped at your cheeks. Janet shut the door behind her and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Together, you guys made your way toward the entrance, where Bill was already waiting.

“Hey, Bill!” Janet screamed from the other end, waving her hand around lazily. Bill laughed, shaking his head. “Well, look who finally showed up.” His eyes landed on you. “Didn’t know your little friend was comin’ along.”

“They’d be glad to see both of ya’.”

“I’d be even gladder if you’d let us inside,” you replied, rubbing your hands together. “It’s freezin’ out here.”

Bill barked out a laugh as he reached for the door. “Always got somethin’ smart to say.” You gave him a little courtesy bow in return, with a huge grin on your face. He rolled his eyes playfully before holding the door open.

Heading in first, as Janet shuffled in behind you, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth washed over you, Janet immediately ran over to Marlon to make fun of him, Randy, and Jermaine bickering with each other. A slight smile formed on your lips as you relaxed your arms and walked over to Michael.

He stood a few feet away, deep in conversation with Jackie. Your eyes were fixated on the curve of his nose, the softness of his lips as he spoke, the sharp line of his jaw, and the loose curls that rested effortlessly against his forehead.

“Michael.” Your voice is quiet and composed. As he turns his head, you watch those beautiful, big doe eyes brighten with genuine warmth. Almost sparkling, he walks towards you and swoops you into a comforting hug.

“Here we go," Jackie mutters softly under his breath before walking away to sit next to Marlon and Janet.

Michael was warm and slightly sweaty. “I didn’t know you were comin’,” he murmured against your shoulder. continuing to hold you in a comforting embrace.

“Janet sort of dragged me out here, but I thought it’d be good to see all of you, especially knowing how tough it might've been for y'all." You gently moved back from the hug, looked him in the eyes with understanding, and offered a warm smile, noticing his hands still resting around your waist as they gradually moved lower, reaching the edge of your ass.

“Mm, I would usually complain about how much I hate touring, but now that you’re here. I feel so much better.” His hands left the lower area of your waist as they moved to intertwine with yours, holding one up to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. Your face flushed, warm. And soothing moments like these made you melt. If only you could kiss him right here, right now.

“I don’t understand why y’all won’t date already,” Jermaine pitched in, as the rest of the siblings exchanged laughter.

“We’re just frien-”

“We’re just friends,” Randy finished in a perfectly deadpan voice before Michael could. Another wave of laughter filled the room. Michael narrowed his eyes. “Oh, you think you're funny?” Randy barely had time to react before Michael lunged playfully, hooking an arm around his shoulders.

“Mike—man, get off me!” Randy squirmed around as he struggled to be let free. “Oh, now it ain’t funny?” The two wrestled around the room while Jermaine doubled over laughing, Marlon nearly fell off the couch.

Janet pinched the bridge of her nose. “Would y’all please act like grown men for five minutes?” All you could do was laugh.

“Guys, it’s gettin’ late. I’m ready to go home, Joseph should be bustin’ through this door any minute now,” Jermaine interrupted, glancing over at the entrance. The brothers had already started gathering their jackets and bags, still throwing little comments at each other as they did so. There was no clue what Joseph could have possibly been doing for this long.

Michael was walking up to you again, offering you a seat in one of the stylists’ chairs. You took it as he stood behind you, his hands resting on the back of the chair seat, his figure lingering behind you. “Where’d he even disappear to?” Marlon wondered aloud.

“No tellin’,” Jackie replied with a shrug. “Probably talkin’ somebody’s ear off.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you guys back home then?” Janet inquired as she looked between all of you, “and I’ll take ya’ back home.” She said smiling to you as you messed around with your thumbs.

“Hey, how about tomorrow we all settle in for a nice movie night? Somethin’ chill,” Jackie suggested, looking around at everyone. The brothers exchanged nods, a few of them mumbling quiet agreements.

“I like that idea,” Michael said, a smile slipping onto his face. You could hear it in his voice, the soft bass in his throat making the words come out warm.

“Okay, well, I guess we better get goin’.” Janet stood from the couch, slipping her coat back on as everyone else began saying their goodbyes.

You pushed yourself up from the stylist’s chair, smoothing out your clothes before you felt a gentle hand wrap around your forearm.

You turned around.

Michael looked at you with those big brown puppy eyes, his lips curling into the smallest smile. His gaze flickered over your shoulder, making sure nobody was paying attention before he stepped in just a little closer. Without saying a word, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against your cheek.

The warmth lingered. Your hand instinctively lifted to the spot he’d kissed, your fingertips resting there as your face grew warm.

“I’ll see y’ tomorrow… ’kay?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips as you quietly mouthed, “Okay.”

His fingers slowly slipped away from your forearm, lingering for just a second before letting go completely.

“Bye, guys,” you called, waving to the brothers as they returned their goodbyes. Then, with one last glance over your shoulder, you followed Janet out the door and headed home.

That night, all you could think about was the kiss goodbye. You and Michael had kissed before, and not just on the cheek. You’d had your makeout sessions, your quiet, intimate moments together that neither of you ever seemed to talk about afterward. But somehow, the two of you were still “just friends.”

You stared at the ceiling, wondering how much longer this could possibly go on before one of you finally gave in and admitted how deeply in love you were with the other. The thought made your chest feel warm for a moment, Michael’s smile flashing through your mind, the softness in his voice when he’d whispered he’d see you tomorrow.

If the two of you actually dated, what would happen if it all fell apart? You’d been friends for years. He wasn’t just someone you liked; he was woven into so many of your memories, so many of your ordinary days that had somehow become special because he was there. The idea of losing that felt worse than keeping your feelings to yourself.

A knot tightened in your stomach. Your mood shifted from pure happiness to a deep, restless anxiety, and you pulled the blanket closer around yourself as if it might quiet the thoughts circling in your head.

You were already dressed and ready, after you got off the phone with Janet this morning saying she would come get you, you’ve been pacing back forth out of nervousness. Ever since you kept thinking about the turmoil of events that could happen between you and michael, it’s been kind of hard to stay relaxed.

The doorbell rang.

“Janet.” You said enthusiastically as you pranced your way over to the door, surprise, surprise. It wasn’t Janet.

It was Michael.

“Mornin’.” Michael said, titling his head with a slight smile, “morning” you said your heart was beating out of your chest as you struggled to speak for a moment.

“Where’s janet…?” you questioned as you peeked over his shoulder, “She had to run some errands so she won’t be back until later this afternoon.” He said following your eyes as he looked behind him and then back to you, the cold air coming in from the doorway.

“Oh, shoot, you must be cold! come on inside.” you gestured him in, as he made his way past you, you waved to bill that was sitting behind the wheel of the vehicle. You gave him a small wave and held up one finger, silently telling him, just a minute, before closing the door behind you.

“Hopefully you don’t mind me takin’ you,” Michael said as you walked over to the coat closet, rubbing your hands up and down your forearms, still trying to warm yourself from the cold air that had drifted in through the open door. You reached for your small black jacket, shaking your head before slipping one arm into the sleeve.

“…No,” you replied with a soft smile. “I just wish she would’ve told me sooner. Y’know I don’t have a problem with you takin’ me anywhere, Mike.” You slipped your other arm through the sleeve and turned back to face him, smoothing the front of your jacket as your eyes met his.

Michael nodded to himself, a smile slowly pulling at the corners of his lips. “Good,” he said, almost sounding relieved. His hands disappeared into the pockets of his jacket as he glanced down at the floor for a brief second before looking back up at you. “I wanted us to have some alone time anyway before we made it back to Hayvenhurst.”

Your fingers paused on the last button of your coat.

“…Alone time?” you repeated, your voice quieter than before. “Michael, don’t start, because once you get your lil’ act goin’ you get all shy and embarrassed.” You held up your hand to cover the smile spreading across your face as you walked over to him, placing both hands on his shoulders.

He bit down on his lip almost immediately, his eyes dropping to the floor for a second before flickering back up to yours, just like you said. A faint blush dusted across his cheeks. God, he was adorable when he got like this.

“I-I don’t… It’s just, I mean—” he stumbled over his words, his hands fidgeting at the hem of his jacket. You waited patiently for him to say what he needed to, giving him a small nod of encouragement as your thumbs gently brushed against his shoulders.

“I… I haven’t seen you in so long, that’s why…” he finally managed to sputter out, letting out a nervous little laugh. “…and y’know you’re my favorite girl.” The words lingered between the two of you for a moment, hanging in the air as neither of you said anything. A smile slowly crept onto your face.

“Well…” you murmured, your eyes never leaving his. “What do you wanna do now that y’have me?”

The tension between the two of you grew thicker by the second, the space between your bodies slowly disappearing until there was barely any left. Michael searched your face for a brief moment before leaning in, pressing his soft lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, parting your lips just enough for him to deepen it, his tongue slowly meeting yours.

The kiss got sloppy, real sloppy. Your fingers curled around the front of his jean jacket, tugging him even closer as the kiss deepened. A quiet whimper escaped your lips when his hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the way his hips instinctively buckled into yours, needy and desperate, like he’d been thinking about this.

Honk! Hooonk!

You quickly pushed yourself off of Michael as he let out whine from the departure of your lips. “I forgot Bill was waitin’,” you laughed under your breath, fixing your hair with your fingers and smoothing out your jacket while Michael awkwardly cleared his throat.

“We should get goin’,” he said, his cheeks still faintly pink as he made his way toward the front door. You grabbed your purse from the table and followed him outside, climbing into the car beside him.

The ride to Hayvenhurst was unusually quiet. Well… not too quiet. Bill would ask you a few questions here and there, trying to fill the silence. “So, what do you plan on doin’ for the rest of the winter?” he’d ask, and the conversation would carry for a minute before fading again.

Michael had his hand placed onto your thigh, rubbing small circles onto your pant leg with his thumb.

The gates at Hayvenhurst slowly came into view. You always adored how beautiful this house was. No matter how many times you came over, it still managed to amaze you. As you looked out the window, your eyes landed on Janet standing in the driveway, smiling frantically as the car rolled to a stop. You slowly turned your head and side-eyed Michael.

“You said she was runnin’ errands.”

You could practically see him getting nervous.

“She must’ve gotten back early becau—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you opened the car door and stepped out.

“Did you set this up?” you asked as you walked toward Janet, pointing back toward the car with a curious look on your face. You weren’t mad—oh, you’d never been angry at Janet. If anything, you found the whole thing amusing. It seemed exactly like something she’d pull.

“Set what up?” she asked innocently, looking at you before glancing over at Michael. Her eyebrows slowly raised. “Oh… ohhh.” She started giggling. “Girl, I didn’t! I was out helpin’ LaToya last minute this mornin’, I swear.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “Come inside, I know it’s cold out here!”

She wrapped an arm around yours, ushering you through the front door as Michael quietly followed behind the two of you.

The living room was lively with the rest of the brothers, all of them already gathered around the television watching something that had been on before you got there. Laughter echoed throughout the room as everyone argued over whatever was playing. Michael brushed past the two of you once again, his hands lingering on your waist for just a second as he carefully squeezed by, making sure he didn’t bump into you.

Janet watched him walked right past the both of you and back to you. “So…” you looked at her a little confused, “what?” She huffed dramatically, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening before motioning for you to follow her upstairs.

“So did he say anything?” Janet asked quietly as the two of you walked up the stairs toward her room.

You blinked.

“Say what? And mind your own business, Janet.” A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

“Oh, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, shutting the bedroom door behind the two of you before kicking off her house shoes and plopping comfortably onto her bed. “You and my brother need to start makin’ some changes, and I’m talkin’ about real quick.”

“Like… confessin’… you mean?” You watched her settle onto the bed before taking a seat on the floor, sitting criss-cross applesauce as you looked up at her.

“Yes.” Janet looked at you like the answer should’ve been obvious. “You two have been at this for months. Let alone y’all have been friends ever since I introduced you.”

She rolled over, grabbing one of her magazines off the nightstand and flipping through the pages absentmindedly.

“I know…” you sighed. “It’s just… I don’t think we’re ready.”

Janet slowly lowered the magazine just enough to give you the biggest stop bullshittin’ me look you’d ever seen.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” She snapped back

You let out a long sigh, your fingers tracing little patterns into the carpet.

“It’s not that I don’t want to date Michael. It’s just that… I don’t wanna ruin our friendship either. We’ve been friends for years, Janet. If we break up… then what?” You looked up at her, searching her face for some kind of answer.

Janet closed the magazine and set it beside her before climbing off the bed to sit next to you on the floor.

“One thing I’m gonna tell you,” she said, gently nudging your shoulder. “Michael is definitely not a heartbreak.” She smiled, wrapping an arm around yours. “You gotta go for it, girl. This lil’ situationship’s gonna drag out for both of you, and it’ll only make y’all even more frustrated.”

“Come on, y’all! We’re about to watch a movie!” a familiar voice shouted from downstairs. It was Jermaine.

“Damn, what time is it?” You looked over at Janet before scanning around her room, trying to find a clock.

“Almost noon,” she answered, glancing down at the watch around her wrist. “I guess we’re watchin’ a few movies today.” Janet pushed herself off the bed, stretching her arms above her head before offering you a hand. “C’mon.”

You slipped your hand into hers, letting her pull you up before the two of you made your way downstairs together.

Your eyes focused on michael as he fixed himself a glass of orange juice, his eyes not flicking up to you not once. You followed Janet into the living room, carefully stepping over Jermaine’s legs before settling yourself at the very end of the floor beside Marlon. Janet plopped down right next to you, crossing her legs underneath herself

“Do you guys even know what movie we’re gonna watch?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked around the room. The ten seconds of silence told you no. “Well.” Jackie said to break it, “We can all look for somethin’ together…” You rolled your eyes.

“So what’d you call us down here for if you ain’t even got the movie picked out?” Janet twisted around, reaching over you just to smack him on the leg.

“Ow—!” Jackie huffed, rubbing the spot. “You gotta be so aggressive? Doesn’t findin’ somethin’ together sound like a nice idea?”

Janet was rummaging over you now trying to grab Jackie just to hit him.

“Will you two quit that?” Marlon interrupted, sliding his forearm between the two of them before Janet could swing again. “I know you didn’t come over here just to beat up on us.” He looked over at you, noticing how Janet was practically halfway in your lap. “Plus, you’re shovin’ your friend.”

“Oh—oops.” She immediately leaned back into her own spot, looking over at you with the cutest embarrassed expression on her face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you laughed, brushing it off before looking over at Marlon. “Thank you.”

“You’re welco—”

“Switch me spots.” Michael’s voice cut him off as he lightly tapped Marlon on the shoulder.

Marlon slowly looked up at him, then over at you, and a grin spread across his face almost instantly. He wiggled his eyebrows, looking between the two of you.

“I see what’s goin’ on here,” he teased with a chuckle.

“Marlon, shut up,” Michael laughed, trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face.

Still grinning to himself, Marlon stood up and switched places with him, making his way over to the other end of the room where Randy and Jermaine were sitting. Michael quietly settled down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

His scent carried hints of warm vanilla and cocoa, faint but familiar. It always seemed to linger around him. You smiled over at him as he sat down.

“I got you somethin’ to drink,” he said softly, handing you the cup of orange juice he’d fixed for you earlier.

“Thank you.” You smiled, wrapping your hands around the cup before taking a small sip.

“Man, we’re watchin’ A Christmas Carol, it’s new!” Randy shouted, reaching over Jermaine in another attempt to snatch the remote from him.

“Y’all always fightin’. Just turn the damn movie on,” Jackie said with a laugh.

Jermaine rolled his eyes, yanking the remote right back out of Randy’s hand before getting up to slide the A Christmas Carol VHS into the player. “See? This is why I don’t let you touch nothin’,” he muttered, earning another laugh from everyone in the room.

As the opening credits began to play across the television, you found yourself scooting a little closer to Michael, gently linking your arm with his. You felt him tense for the briefest second before relaxing into it, his breathing growing just a little heavier. You glanced over at him from the corner of your eye.

Was he nervous?

Michael lifted his cup and took another sip of his orange juice before setting it down on the coffee table, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against his knee.

“I heard this was good,” he whispered, leaning in just enough so only you could hear him. “I’ve been meanin’ to watch it.”

“Yeah?” you whispered back, turning your head toward him with a small smile. You weren’t nearly as much of a film buff as Michael was. He could spend hours talking about movies without getting tired of it, going on about camera angles, and directors. Charlie Chaplin was always at the top of his list.

A smile lingered on your face as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Eventually, you got up to excuse yourself to the restroom. As you started walking away, Michael reached over and gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you for just a second.

“Where you goin’?” he asked quietly, trying not to draw anyone else’s attention.

You smiled at him, leaning down just enough to whisper back, “The restroom. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, slowly letting go of your wrist as you made your way upstairs.

You stepped into the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind you. You had barely turned around before a soft knock echoed from the other side.

“Occupied!” you called through the door.

“…It’s Michael.”

You paused, your brows knitting together as you turned to face the door.

“Mike?” you asked, your voice laced with confusion. “Did you need somethin’ from outta here?”

Silence.

For a moment, all you could hear was the faint chatter and laughter coming from downstairs. Then you heard the soft thud of his hand resting against the door.

“You.” His answer came out almost in a whisper, the single word carrying just enough hesitation to tell you he was already embarrassed by it.

It was so quiet, so timid, that your heart nearly skipped a beat. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, a warmth forming at your core.

You opened the door just enough for him to slip inside. Michael stepped in quickly, his cheeks already flushed pink, and the moment the latch clicked behind him he leaned in and caught your lips in a kiss that felt both shy and desperate. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer while he nudged the door shut with his heel, the soft click sealing the two of you away from the noise downstairs.

“I wanted t’ pick up where we left off,” he murmured against your mouth, voice low and a little shaky. You smiled into the kiss, thinking this was probably just another one of your secret make-out sessions, the kind you’d shared a handful of times. His tongue brushed yours gently, testing, and you answered with a soft hum that made his fingers tighten on your hips.

You could feel yourself getting damp just from the situation itself, the arousal pooling from underneath you.

The kiss deepened. Michael’s hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you onto the edge of the sink with surprising ease. Your back met the mirror, and he stayed pressed between your legs, breathing hard. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wide and filled with lust. His lips swollen and flushed pink.

Michael watched the way your body reacted to him, your chest rising and falling a little quicker with every passing second, your thighs instinctively tightening around his hips, your lips parted from the kisses you’d shared. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on you before he nervously looked back up into your eyes.

“Can I…” he started, the words catching in his throat. He took a quiet breath before trying again. “Can I… eat you out?” The question came spilling out all at once, his voice barely above a whisper. “…On the sink. Is that okay?”

You didn’t hesitate.

You nodded, your breathing uneven as you looked back at him. “Please, Mike…” Your voice came out shaky, almost pleading. “I need your mouth on me right now. I’ve been achin’ for it… please.”

He hadn’t expected that answer. Truthfully, he’d been preparing himself for you to laugh it off or tell him no, leaving the question to hang awkwardly between the two of you.

Instead, hearing the desperation in your voice made his cock twitch.

Michael let out a sound of relief before he hooked his fingers into your waistband. His movements were careful, almost hesitant, as he tugged your pants and underwear down together, easing them off one leg at a time until they pooled around your ankles and onto the floor. “So pretty.” He murmured as he saw the sight of the glistening core.

His cheeks burning as his eyes then lingered on you, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. Then, without another word, he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.

He started slowly, pressing lingering kisses along the inside of your thighs, letting his lips brush against your skin as he worked his way higher. Every now and then he’d glance up at you through his lashes, searching your face for any sign that you wanted him to stop.

When his mouth finally met your slick heat, the first slow swipe of his tongue pulled a quiet gasp from your lips.

Encouraged by the sound, Michael let himself settle into the moment, his tongue moving cautiously at first as though he wanted to learn every part of you. It didn’t take long before that carefulness melted into something more eager, his confidence growing with every soft sound you made.

His hands tightened gently around your thighs, keeping them spread as he buried himself between them, completely lost in you.

You quickly brought a hand over your mouth, doing everything you could to swallow the moans threatening to escape.

The rest of the family was still downstairs watching the movie, their muffled laughter and the sound of the television drifting faintly through the floor. The last thing either of you needed was for someone to come looking for you.

Your legs began to tremble beneath his touch. Michael’s tongue moved a little faster, a little more confidently now, and you couldn’t stop the shaky moan that slipped past your fingers.

“Mmm… Mike…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your thighs instinctively tightened around his head, silently urging him closer. A muffled groan escaped him against you, the vibration sending a shiver through your entire body and making your hips jolt before you could stop them.

“Fuck… right there…” you whispered, your words breaking apart as you bit down on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay quiet.

Your breathing had become uneven, your chest rising and falling with every passing second as your legs continued to shake. You pressed your palm more firmly over your mouth, trying to muffle every sound threatening to escape, but it was no use. Soft, broken whimpers still spilled through your fingers, each one a little quieter than the last.

Michael didn’t let up, licking and sucking until your whole body tensed and you came with a muffled cry, thighs squeezing his head while your free hand gripped the edge of the sink.

He stayed there until the last tremor faded, then rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Before you could catch your breath he leaned in and kissed you again, tasting yourself on his tongue.

The kiss turned messy fast, both of you breathing hard. Your hand slipped down between you, finding the hard line of him through his jeans. You rubbed once, feeling him twitch, and Michael broke the kiss. “Fffuck.” he said with a shaky exhale.

You whispered against his lips, “I want you inside me.”

Michael froze, eyes wide. “I… I can’t. We shouldn’t. We’re still friends, right?” His voice cracked a little, but his body stayed pressed close, hips giving an involuntary little roll against your hand.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and warm. “Friends don’t usually go this far. I trust you, Mike. I want this. I want you.”

He searched your face for a long moment, then nodded, cheeks flushed dark.

His hands shook a little as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down just enough. He stepped between your thighs again, one hand guiding himself.

Instead of pushing in right away he rubbed the head of his cock slowly along your wet folds, dragging it up and down in lazy, teasing strokes. The friction made you shiver. Michael watched your face the whole time, breathing hard, clearly overwhelmed.

You hissed through your teeth, “Just put it in already. Stop teasin’ me.”

Michael let out a soft, desperate sound and finally pushed forward. The first few thrusts were slow and shallow, almost lazy, like he was still learning how to move inside you. Each gentle roll of his hips dragged against every sensitive spot, and you had to bite your lip hard to keep quiet. “Shit you… feels s’ good,” he whispered, voice trembling. “So warm… s’ tight around me.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he finally gave in with a shaky moan, sinking all the way in on the next thrust. “Mikey—” you gasped softly, hand still pressed over your mouth. “Ssshit, fuck!”

Michael’s thrusts grew a little more urgent, still careful but deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin soft and wet in the small bathroom.

You kept one hand over your mouth, the other clutching his shoulder, trying to stay quiet while pleasure rolled through you in hot waves. “Oh… oh… right there,” you whispered between shaky breaths.

Michael buried his face against your neck, breathing your name between shaky gasps, hips snapping a little faster now that he’d found a rhythm that made both of you tremble. “Feels s’ good… I ca— I can’t stop,” he groaned quietly, voice thick with pleasure.

You came again with a muffled whimper, walls pulsing around him. “Michael—” you moaned into your hand, thighs tightening around his hips.

The feeling pushed Michael over the edge right after. He would thrust in deep one last time, body shaking as he spilled inside you, a low groan pressed against your skin. “Mmm… fuck… I’m coming…”

For a long moment neither of you moved, just breathing together, his forehead resting against yours, as you both reached your climax.

Michael pulled out gently and helped you down from the sink. “You alright?” He looked at you with genuine concerned washed over his face.

“I’m fine Michael, don’t worry.” you smiled at him, “was that your first time?” You said as Michael sat you down on the toilet seat to clean you up.

He was too embarrassed to admit it but he ended up letting out a small ‘yes’ He was so adorable, “You did good baby.” You said as you caressed his face lifting up his chin to meet eye contact with you.

There was this burning sensation in your stomach, something aching.

“I love you.” you said in a whisper, michael looked up at you “I love you too.” as he planted another kiss onto your lips.

When you were dressed again he opened the door a crack, listened, then took your hand and led you back downstairs.

The movie was still playing, but Marlon and Jermaine looked up the second you appeared. Exchanging knowing glances. You felt your face heat up, but Michael just squeezed your hand and gave you a shy little grin before you both slipped back into your spots like nothing happened.

hello !! my name is lou! i’m 20 years old / black + i’m a pisces!

i did have another tumblr before this one but i thought it’d be good to have a fresh start, especially since my love for michael is overwhelming (>﹏<) i do not play about otw and thriller mike. you will see me write for those eras the most. ALSO MDNI I WILL BLOCK YOU.

𝓲. other than michael being one of my main fixations, i also really really really really love the pitt! before this blog i actually had a pitt writing blog that i lowkey abandoned but i will write for the pitt on here as well! i love hashimi, that’s my wife. ♡

𝓲𝓲. i am a college student, unfortunately. and i do not have a writing schedule! so expect me to be really inconsistent with this, i do get random bursts of motivation to write and i do get heavy writers block for an insane amount of time.

𝓜𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝓙𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯

we’re still friends right? ꩜ ♡

it’ll always be you ꩜ ♡

𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 . . .

𝓣𝘩𝘦 𝓟𝘪𝘵𝘵

𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 . . .

𝑱𝘢𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝓙𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯

𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 . . .

𝑱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝓙𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯