You found yourself sinking deeper and deeper in to the bath you had set up. Slowly easing yourself in, till your heel started sliding at the curve of the tub.

The bubbles were now up to your nose, adding another reason on why you couldn't breathe.

The first being... Michael.

It wasnt that you didnt hit it off that night at the restaurant. Infact, it was the complete opposite.

Hours after your stomachs were filled. The both of you stayed well past over the closing time, ordering food you didnt really need, Just to keep talking and trying to get a feel for eachothers souls.

And boy did you.

The connection was so strong that even weeks after, you felt yourself become overcome by feelings you couldnt comprehend.

Or didn't want to comprehend.

You weren't sure what the exact reason was. It was like every time he called, you felt this drop in your heart. It was something close to fear.

He would sit there and talk to you and all you could do was give him small "mhm"s and "yeah.. yeah"s. You felt horrible because you didnt want to give him the idea that you didnt care about him.

So for the two weeks after that dinner. You all but forced yourself to pick up the phone and answer despite the ache in your heart.

You couldn't eat.. you couldn't sleep.. it was all overwhelming.

It was nothing against Michael, he was the sweetest. He always knew what to say and when to say it.

You just always get plagued by that sickness, whenever you felt someone reciprocating your feelings or gave you attention.

It sucked but it was out of your hands.

So toward the second week of the second month, you started distancing yourself. Leaving the phone to go voicemail every once in a while.

Unfortunately for you, Michael noticed you pulling away and his head immediately went to the worst conclusions.

His thoughts on why you distanceed yourself ranged from the fact that he was married and into you. To the weight of the scandal his name would bring on to your shoulders.

The scandal that was waiting to brew.

It wasn't until two phone calls after he realised your disdain for him, did Michael decide that giving you space was probably for the best. And that pushing himself onto you would lead to nothing but disaster.

The first week of radio silence from the phone was comforting at first. You felt... free?

That was until you found yourself hallucinating the familiar ringing of the phone at random times of the day and hurrying to it. Only to receive nothing from the other end.

Regret was the only word that came to mind. The complexity of how you felt drove you wilde.

When he got too close you didnt want him. When he left you alone you wanted him again.

How was it possible for the human brain to fuck up and ruin every chance of happiness you get your way?.

You sunk yourself deeper into the bath, hoping to muffle your brain and the incessant chant of "I miss him" "I want him".

You shook your head under water, bubbles forming at the top holding onto your worries till you hit the surface.

"Brrrrng" a muffled sound came from above the water.

"Brrrrng"

You shut your eyes tighter assuming it was nothing but your imagination. But when it rang again, you pushed yourself upwards, and lightly gasped at the cold air of your bathroom.

"Riiing"

" I swear to god if thats lena one more time" you huffed out, wrapping your robe around your wet body, your hair dripping, leaving a trail of water droplets behind you.

The minute your wet feet made contact with the rug that was placed under your bed and the side table that held your phone, the ringing stopped.

You stood there for a minute, taking a deep breath to control yourself. With a grunt you went to check the call log on the green screen.

-M. Jackson

"Oh my fuc-" you said holding your hand to your mouth. You were so sure that he was done with you and didn't want a flake like you around.

You kept mumbling the same phrases over and over again "What did this mean?". "Do I call him back?."

You ran your fingers down your semi wet face. "What am I thinking, I cant call him. He probably accidentally dial-"

You were cut off by the sound of the piercing ringing.

"Riiing"

"-ed all... ten of my digits.." you said slowly, your eyes stuck on the ringing phone.

The green rectangular screen kept flashing the same name.

-M. Jackson

Your manicured fingers wrapped around the phone..hesitating to pull it off its base. Your mind was running wild.

The first thing you thought about, was him calling to say that you should lose his number and that youre a screwed up and unstable individual.

Before you could cause yourself to spiral, you unlatched the phone and brought to your ear.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the other side. It wasn't a thing of a exhaustion it was more of an emotional heaving.

"Y/n..." Michael let out softly, too scared to say it any louder, fearing the line might go dead.

You were now on the carpeted floor, your legs tucked beneath your bottom. "...yea- yeah its me" you stutter lightly.

A beat of silence followed your response leaving. "mike- you still there"

You heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckling. "Hmm-? Oh yeah I'm still here.." he breathed out, sitting on the edge of his cold king size bed. "Just missed the sound of your voice.."

"Oh- umm thanks?" You chuckled nervously, "well not thank- oh nevermind"

"No-no i get what youre trying to say", he said, grinning mischievously, "you missed mine as well..."

Much to your dismay, you did miss it. It was weird how two weeks ago you couldn't even stomach the simple thought of his name, whereas now you found yourself getting a little riled up at his teasing tone.

Your bottom lip was met by the row of your top teeth. "Ehh I could live without it" you shrugged your shoulders "its nothing special..."

"Yeah right!" He exclaimed with a sad smile, trying to keep the mood from plummeting. Not wanting to cast you running in the other direction.

You furrowed your brows at his tone. It didn't feel genuine.. like he was trying to mask something..So you decided to stop beating around the bush and be straight forward.

"Michael" you said firmly."... what did you want. And dont say just to hear your voice.."

After sliding on his shoes, he carefully stood up. Contemplating whether to tell you the truth or not.

The truth being that he had felt so disassociated from the world and miserable after not talking for you for the past two weeks.

It got so bad that his wife noticed his mood change, causing them to fight more than usual, now adding emotional unavailability to the mix of topics they got heated over.

"Why do I have to want somethin- ." He started before you cur him off.

" Michael" you said, with your eyes pinched shut .

"Okay.. Iwanttoseeyou"he spat out quickly. Infact It was so quick that you had to angle the phone to try and catch what he said.

"Huh?... you want to sue me?" you asked, a confused expression plastered on your face. "well I'm worth half a wet sock... so good luck with tha-"

You heard Michael let out a string of giggles. "No-" he struggled to let out, still laughing.

You too chuckled nervously, rolling your head onto the edge of your side table, still trying to understand what he wanted.

After he calmed down, he cleared out his throat. "No I said... I . Want. To. See. You"

The playfulness in his voice completely gone, now filtered by something else entirely... hope and desperation.

"Micha-" you started.

"No- I need to see you. You dont understand how hard its been going from talking to someone everyday to no contact at all and life has been running me through the mud and I just- I reaaly need to see you." he breathed out.

"Well you were the one that stopped calling me so..."

"Yeah but you acted like my existence was personally offending you"

After a beat of silence he added, "So please... let me come see you, I promise ill fix it.. I don't want to lose you"

You were quiet for a minute, trying to process what came out of his mouth.. how can he fix something thats just bound to break again

"I need to see you..."

"This is crazy mike- I mean what about your wife... whats she gonna think about you leaving the house at midnight?" You said, while lifting your wet hair to your face, examining the split ends. Wanting to focus on anything else.

"Shes partly at fault for my despair" he said frustratedly, before adding "besides, she's knocked out in the guest room"

"....please, I promise ill be on my best behaviour, " he begged. "uhh- scouts honour!"

Your stomach did a weird flip at the way he was begging

You chuckled a bit at that. "You were never a scout mike" earning a laugh from him. "But sure.... I guess you can come over if you want."

"Okay good.. cause I already told my driver to get the car fifteen minutes ago" he breathed out in relief. "Alright ill be there in an hour or so"

After that, the silence of your room became defeaning. You werent exactly sure how to feel about seeing him, or if it was a good idea.

What if you ended up pushing him farther away than you already have.... you didn't want to fuck it all up.

You got off the floor and walked to your bathroom, the cold tiles sending shivers up your spine. You pulled up the sleeve of your robe and sunk your arm into the tub, grabbing the stopper to drain out the water.

When you looked into the toothpaste stained mirror, you could practically see the screws in your brain turning.

"What the fuck did I agree on" you whispered to your reflection.

You were excited? But also a little terrified at what all of this could lead to.

You shook your body, leaving the bathroom to go figure out what you were going to wear. You wanted something comfortable, to not make it seem like you were trying too hard.

After twenty minutes of trying on different options and rummaging through your closet, feeling all different types of fabrics shoved to the back, you finally felt the familiar feel of silk.

You pulled it out, giving it a sniff to make sure it didn't smell like the old wood of your closet.

Once you were satisfied with your decision, you craned your neck towards the clock. "Okay forty minutes left..." you said with a sigh of relief.

But the content smile was wiped off your face. "Oh fuck the living room!" You rushed out of your room to your mess of a living space.

"I knew the extra time was too good to be true" you huffed out, before bending to pick up a worn out make up sponge.

You grimaced at it, "yikes- I'm going to need some help"

..

About seven minutes later.. you were blessed with the familiar face of your bestfriend... Lena.

Lena and her husband lived in the building next to yours, which was pretty convenient in cases like this one.

"Cmon Y/n, its not even that bad-" she said with her hands on her hips." Are you sure you didn't just ask me to come over because you're a little scared "

You snapped your head towards her, giving her a pointed glare. "Pick up the damn scrabble pieces and hush"

She put both her hands up." Damn.. alright alright" she said, before turning around and mumbling a "totally scared.."

"Lena." You sighed out.

"Alright im picking them up jesus- I dont get paid enough for this" she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Bitch you dont get paid period" you chuckled, while shoving your hand in between the cushions

"True but youre the only person who would look up my ass to check for hemorrhoids, and therefore saving me thousands on insura-" the feel of a metal smacking her forehead cut her off.

"A penny?" She looked at you, then to your hand in the sofa. "ooh dig deeper maybe you'll find a dollar"

"Yeah right" you scoffed.

Thirty minutes and twenty fights later, the two of you were finally done. You were sprawled across the sofa with a head of dark curls resting on your stomach.

"Okay he should be here soon" you said while staring at the ticking clock. "get your heavy head off of me"

She sat up right and turned to you, "okay first of all rude" then she looked down at your choice of wardrobe ,"and second of all thats what you're wearing?" Before you could freak out she added "ooh girl youre gonna get some dick tonight."

"Oh?... is it too slutty?" You frowned looking down at your self. "I thought id go for something simple and light"

She noticed the frown on your face, and went to put your hands in hers, "no baby, you look perfect. I just meant that you look really fucking sexy"

"Okay good... thats good?" You nodded repeatedly, with a nervous look in your eyes.

She let go of your hand andpatted her thigh, signaling thay she's about to get up "Yeah! Definitely good."

With one last reassuring smile she stood up walking to the front door, " right...time for me to head out, your man is gonna be here soon"

"Not my man" you groaned, throwing your head against the fluffed out cushions.

"Mhm, not yet!" She said while bending over to slip on her shoe. "Alright I love you. Have fun and dont fuck him raw!"

"Lena!" You exclaimed, looking at her with your brows raised.

"Whaaaat" she drew out innocently, while hanging on to the door knob and leaning her body back.

"Jesus girl- I love you too"

After she blew you a kiss goodbye, the door closed with a thud

Lena made her way to the elevator, and stood there for a good three minutes before it came. Figures though since you lived in a really tall building, with a lot of people coming in and out.

Once the two doors slid apart, she was met with a very familiar face. Not a face that she knew personally.. no no. It was the face plastered on every boardwalk and magazine.

Michael. fucking. jackson

They both stared at eachother for a minute both dumb struck.. but for different reasons.

She was a in awe and he was terrified.

What if she were to run to the press about Michael jackson running around in random buildings.

But before he could dig a whole in his brain.

"So you're Y/n's mike... huh?"she said while narrowing her eyes at him, as if she wasnt freaking out inside. "Nice!"

The swiftly switched places, her now in the elevator and him outside the opened metal doors.

He racked his brain and remembered something about a friend you always mentioned... oh the dark curly haired one.. Lila? Luna?.... Lena!..

"And you must be Y/n's Lena.... nice!" he retorted, his eyes narrowing at her playfully.

She stared at him for a minute, before letting go of the button holding the doors open.

"Okaaay.. bye?" She waved at him confused by the whole interaction .

He lifted his hand up and gave a small wave back. "bye bye".

With the clang of the doors shutting, Michael let out a sigh of relief, then turned to his left and headed straight for the door he had sent so many books and records to.

1607

With a deep breath, he brought his knuckles to the wood of the door, the sound echoed throughout the empty hallway.

A minute later the door swung open. Revealing the face he only dreamt of seeing again in his dreams. His eyes trailed down to your skimpy pyjama set, only stopping when he noticed the strap falling on one side, showcasing your shoulder.

Oh what he would do to-

"You know I have a door bell right?" His thoughts were cut off by your snark, he closed his mouth quickly and gave you a stern glare.

"Yes.. I just prefer the old fashioned way" he said confidently, crossing over the welcome mat, finally entering your threshold.

The way the house's vibe completely shifted when he put one foot on the marble of your entrance, almost drove you wild..

It was so electric... and consuming.

You brushed off the feeling by saying "old fashion or are you just old?."

"Im not even two steps in and youre already violating me.. what happend to hello?" He smiled lazily, with the light of the corridor behind him casting shadow all around your candle lit living room.

You grabbed his shoulder and led him inside, before looking out to your hallway and closing the wooden door.

Michael took a good look at your living room and noticed the lack of lights.

He turned to see you, walking toward him. "Not a fan of electricity?".

You motioned your hand to the the sofa, silently telling him to take a seat. Once he did, his legs were spread apart, taking up a seat cushion and a half.

Before you could salivate further, you responded. "No... im not a fan of the electricity bill. And anyway.." you started before taking a seat on the sofa tucking your legs underneath you like usual, but you were clearly sat too far away for his liking.

"big lights are way too bright for my liking. I'll stick to my lamps and candles thank you very much"

Michael looked like he was contemplating what to do. He just gave you a simple "mhm makes sense" before grabbing onto the waistband of your bottoms, and pulling you to him.

You were shocked to say the least, and it wasn't because of the slight burn from the friction of the couch on your legs. No.. it was the way your bent knees were now poking onto the side of his jean clad thigh.

"Hmm... what happened to being on your best behaviour" you said, tilting your head.

"Hard for you to witness my good behaviour from all the way over there" he retorted.

"Touche"

After a while of silence he decided to break it, "so how've you been?" turning his body in your direction.

"Woah loaded question" you thought to yourself.

I can't just say "oh ive been good but the idea of you and me freaked me out, so I isolated and distanceed myself from everything regarding you, but then when you actually left me alone, I got a little case of michosis and wanted you again"

... well you could..

But you decided on.. "yeah everything is good...um I just-" you went quiet for a moment... "oh this is such bullshit " the casual 'im totally okay' front you were putting on, slowly cracking.

"Y/n..?" He asked, putting his hand on your shoulder, with a concerned look on his face.

You scooted away from him, his hand falling off, leaving a burning sensation behind. Your eyes stayed on your thighs as you tried to find a way to explain.

"Okay you want to know why I was really avoiding you?" You said with your eyes closed.

Michael wasnt expecting that. He thought he would have to ease your bottled up nature, before getting anything out of you.

He felt his body gravitating towards you. And so slowly he moved his body closer to your distressed figure.

"Well.. yeah.." he admitted quietly. Not wanting to rush you "was it- did I do something wrong?"

Oh bless his soul.

"No- no mike you were.. no you are perfect, im the one thats fucked in the head" you spat out. In your peripheral vision you could see Michael opening his mouth. But before he could get anything out you started talking again.

"I swear its like everytime I finally like someone my brain just immediately shuts down and takes my heart and feelings along with it" you sighed out. "Ive lost so many people because of it and I- I cant change, but I promise you I'm not doing it on purpose. I would neve-"

His soft hand softly grabbed on to your chin, and turned your face toward him. You still didnt look up at him.

He had this look in his eyes that made you forget where you were for a second.

"Hey... No- look at me" he said lowly. "Look at me." This time firmer.

He felt a little relieved with your reasoning and that you didnt hate him, But he mostly felt horrible for what you had to go through alone.

"Y/n-" he started.

"if you ever feel like that again you tell me or whoever it is that made you feel like that."

"This whole ignoring the root of your feelings it doesn't do anything. I-It just digs you in a deeper hole. And you end up feeling guilty, hurt and alone" his fingers now rubbing your cheekbone comfortingly.

"You don't want to feel like that, yeah?" He asked gently.

Your throat felt like it had thousands of spikes sliding down. It wasn't because you were sad, not at all, you were just overcome with emotions from being handled gently.

You didn't do well with confrontation, at least not the ones as civilised as this one.

All of your past relationships would just get fed up with you and explode with anger. Which was understandable..

Your eyes were welling up a bit, so you could do nothing but give a stiff nod.

"And maybe I should've checked up on you instead of ignoring you... I'm sorry about that by the way"

He was apologising?

"Yeah..." you chuckled a bit, your throat still constricted "... I'm sorry too. I'll uhh- give that 'talking things out' thing a shot "

"Good... and dont-" he wiped a tear off your cheek, "-cry, nothing and no one is worth that"

You smiled at him, another tear sliding down your other cheek. "Oh- I dont know what thats about. I usually never cry" you went to wipe it but his hand stopped you.

Instead he leaned in and... brought his lips to the bottom of your cheek and kissed of the tear and the wet trail it left behind, all the way to your eye.

"Mike!" You exclaimed, pushing him off a bit." Did you just kiss my eye?"

He let out a loud laugh "Yeah, did you like it?"

"Eugh what do you think?" Pretending to wipe off his slobber.

He went in again, but this time he went for your cheek, then once more on the corner of your mouth his face hovering over yours.

The tension was palpable... you felt you heart racing and if you didn't stop it was definitely going to explode.

As if all of this wasnt enough, you felt a breeze go down your top, you shifted your eyes down to see that the strap of your top had fallen dangerously low. Your tit was millimeters away from making an appearance.

You went to pull it up, but Michael was quick to interfere. "You dont have to cover up... this is your home... relax"

"Well my boob is practically out sooo not s-"

"Relax...." he shushed you, leaning his body backwards until his head was resting on the pleated arm of the couch. And in one smooth motion he pulled you down to him.

Your legs were now unfolded, with one knee hanging of the sofa and the other nestled in between his legs, at his crouch.

You were a girls girl through and through, and you really tried to push yourself off. Horrible wife or not you just couldn't....

"....w- we cant do this..."

" what? we're just layin down" he whispered innocently "nothing wrong with that.."

Michael knew what he was doing. He didn't want to be deemed unfaithful, but being this close to you was so damn intoxicating.

"..mhm just layin..." you breathed out, your eyes closed and your nose nudging his softly.

Michael snapped at the feeling of your nose brushing his and planted a kiss on your lips. And then another and another.

Those Little pecks turned into open mouth kisses. Soon enough both of your tongues were moving in sync, each one fighting for dominance.

He slowly brought his hand to your ass stabilising you, and started teasing his erection on your sandwiched thigh/knee.

At that you pulled away from him and sat up, slowly backing up till you rested on his this thighs, his cock trying to leave its confines..

You leaned forward and planted your hands on to his little... well BIG, friend. Causing him to hiss out.

"Nuh uh, not so fast" you smiled down at him teasingly. " we still have some issues we need to resolve".

He sat up, his hands resting on your waist. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm" You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. "Soo how've you been? "

"Fuck off" he laughed and leaned in to bump his nose to your cheek.

"... whaaat just asking" you responded innocently.

"Well I found out that the girl that I like, likes me, so I'm very pleased about that" he smiled.

"Ugh I knew you were going to catch on to that" you rolled your eye playfully.

"Pretty hard not to... I actually had to hold back a smile so you wouldn't stab me".

You laid your head onto his shoulder, the both of you had the exact same thoughts.

"How are we gonna make this work".

The phone in your room must've been ringing because a loud Beep could be heard from where you two were sat.

You leaned to the coffee table and clicked the button to hear the message.

"Y/N oh my god, youre probably too busy fucking right now." She took a deep breath in. "Why... just why did you not tell me that 'mike' was MICHAEL JACKSON? Girl I said two words to him and felt my body levitating. Good lu-"

Michael looked at you then to your finger that clicked off the voice message "hey! I was listening to that"

"No.. you're ego is already too big, I need to keep you in check" you smiled at him.

"I dont have an ego...." he responded with one hand on his chest, almost looking offended.

"Mhm sure you dont" you taunted while staring at the sunglasses he had hanging from his shirt, at an hour and half past midnight.

Here you go babes:

@dayyysinterlude @a-motherfcking-fish @svtbpbts @ilovekate

A/n: this one is for my fellow Avoidant girlies. Also sorry for the long wait. I've been super busy lately applying for jobs and shit.

The night you two confessed, you ended up at your house, laying down with his head on your stomach as you both, read a magazine you had on your night stand.

It was nothing new. You two would always end up in either his room or yours, just laying down and talking for hours on end.

Just looking for an excuse to be close to each other, but now you didn't need one. This time you both knew of how the other felt.

So instead of grazing his hand shyly to point at something unnecessary, or him nudging you just to feel the warmth of your body that was next to him. You were both wrapped up together, with his body nestled in between your thighs.

The prickle of his hair on your exposed stomache was a feeling you never thought youd enjoy. But there you were basking in the feeling of him just existing, only half listening to what he was rambling on about.

"This is a joke, denim was thee thing not even a month ago" he said exasperatedly, emphasising the word "thee", looking to the chair with his jean jacket draped over it.

The passionate disdain he had for trends had you snapping out of your daze.

" Oh Michael ya gotta get with the times" you smiled at him, running your ring clad fingers through his hair. "A month is like a whole century in fashion"

"Yeah, well I'm keeping my jacket" he closed the magazine and turned to his stomach. His warm cheeks now on your skin.

"Woo shoulda kept my sweater on" you thought to yourself, getting a little worked up with all that skin to skin contact.

It was clear that michael was feeling a little cheeky tonight, turning his face to nuzzle face deeper into you.

That had you smacking the back of his head playfully, causing him to pull his head up and stare at you with a semi innocent grin.

After that, the two of you just laid there talking until the fatigue from the eventful day got the best of you

Much to your dismay, morning came...it stole the moon and took Michael a long with it.

Before leaving you can recall that he sat your tired body up and engulfed you in a hug.

"Im gonna go now alright?" He said softly, bringing his nose to yours. " when I'm back, I promise I'll take you out for an actual date."

You perked up at the word "date" and finally opened your eyes to see that his were already on yours.

Instead of responding you closed the gap between the two of you giving him a big kiss, then peppering a bunch of lazy kisses all over his face

"I'll take that as an alright" he let out with a chuckle.

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Fast forward to today

After the most excruciating two and a half months, Michael was finally back from the tour.

He was home.

While he was away he had nothing but the ghost of your lips haunting his to remember you by. Sure there were phone calls, but with how packed the schedule was, they never lasted as long as either of you wanted.

But that was alright, because despite touring thirty seven cities in a short span of time, he still managed make up the phone calls by the little souvenirs that he would mail you along with some post cards that always had the sweetest notes, like how much he missed and how the smallest things reminded him of you.

"Oh marlon look at that" he said pointed towards something outside the tour bus. "Dont you think it looks a bit like y/n?"

Marlon squinted his eyes to look at where Michael was pointing.

"Mike.... thats a tree stump" he turned to Michael, with blank stare.

Michael frowned, looking back out the window again.

"No- you dont get it." He leaned closer to the glass. "Look at the way its leaning. Doesn't it remind you of when she stands with her hands in her pockets? "

Marlon stared him for a long moment.

"....you've got it bad mike" hd said, shaking his head.

After throwing his luggage in his room, Michael was on route to your house.

the front door of his house had barely swung open before Michael came to an abrupt stop.

there you were.

One hand hand hovered over the doorbell. your finger inches away from pressing it. For a split second, neither of you moved.

the world seemed to pause with you.

After months of seeing each other through scribbled post cards and hearing one another through crackling phone lines, standing face to face almost didn't feel real. It was as though your mind hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was actually home,

He looked... tired.

Not in a bad way.

his curls were slightly longer than when he'd left, and there were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted at just how exhausting the tour had been.

Yet the moment his gaze met yours, every trace of exhaustion melted into something softer.

A smile.. the same one you'd spent countless days trying to imagine with every letter that arrived.

your body reacted before your brain had the chance to. without thinking, you closed the distance between you and threw your arms around him.

for a second, neither of you spoke.. you simply held each other.

the familiar smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh air and the lingering smell of suitcases that had only just been dragged through the front door. it was strangely comforting.. proof that he was really here and not thousands of miles away in another city.

Michael rested his chin lightly on the top of your head, letting out a slow breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

"...Hi" he murmured with a small laugh, his voice vibrating softly against your hair.

a smile spread on your face at the feeling. "Hey." bringing your nose closer to the centre of his neck

"you almost knocked me over" he let out, his voice muffled by your head.

"I know"

"But I'm not complaining" his words a quiet laugh from you, though you made no effort to pull away.

Truthfully.. you weren't ready to let go, and neither was he. It was was only when Katherine called from somewhere deeper inside the did the two of you finally seperate.

Michael looked down at you, still smiling in that shy almost disbelieving way he always did whenever you caught him staring.

"I missed you." he admitted.

the sentence was simple. it somehow failed to capture the countless hotel rooms, crowded airports, and lonely nights spent whishing he could just walk down the street and talk instead of having to recall old conversations you had.

you looked at him for a moment before shaking your head with a small grin. "I know"

"you do?" he blinked.

A smile slowly spread across your face.

"Well..."

You rocked back slightly on your heels, suddenly aware of how ridiculous you probably looked trying to act casual while your mind scrambled for the right words. Your gaze flicked toward the direction of your house, then back to Michael, then away again, as if the answer might be written somewhere in the air between you.

"Uh..."

Michael said nothing. He just watched you with that patient, amused expression of his, like he had all the time in the world and was perfectly content to let you work it out on your own.

You let out a small breath, half aughing at yourself.

"...Just come with me."

Without waiting for him to argue, you turned and started down the driveway to the path that led to your house.

Michael blinked, then hurried after you.

"...That's all you're gonna say?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of disbelief and laughter.

You glanced back over your shoulder, a grin tugging at your mouth.

"Yup"

He gave a quiet huff of amusement and fell into step beside you.

The walk barely lasted seven minutes, but it felt longer somehow, stretched thin by anticipation. Neither of you seemed in any hurry to reach the front door. Michael kept sneaking little looks at you, clearly trying to guess what you were going to show him.

By the time you reached your house, you were already smiling again.

You led him inside, calling a quick greeting to your parents as you passed through the living room. Michael offered a polite hello of his own, though he still looked mildly suspicious as he followed you toward the stairs.

"You know..." he said as he climbed behind you, hs tone light. "You're being awfully mysterious."

"I know."

"That's usually not a good sign."

You laughed softly, glancing back at him.

"It's a very good sign, actually."

"That sounds like something a pathological liar like you would say ."

"You'll survive."

"That's not exactly reassuring."

You only smiled and kept going.

When you reached your bedroom, you pushed the door open and stepped aside so he could follow you in. The room was familiar in all the little ways that mattered...the soft clutter of books on your desk, the half folded blanket over the end of your bed, the faint smell of laundry detergent and paper and whatever candle you'd last burned.

Michael took it in for only a second before his attention snagged on the mirror beside your dresser.

There, pinned carefully around the edges, were postcards.

Not just one or two, but several of them, arranged with obvious care so they framed the glass in a loose, uneven border. Some were tucked beneath tiny pieces of tape, others held in place by little clips or pushed under the edge of the frame. A few had corners that had started to curl, but they were all still there, displayed like something precious.

Michael stopped walking.

For a moment, he just stared.

You crossed the room without saying anything, knelt beside your bookshelf, and reached behind a row of books on the bottom shelf. After a moment of searching, your fingers closed around a small wooden keepsake box tucked neatly out of sight.

You pulled it free and brushed a thin layer of dust from the lid before standing again.

Michael's eyes moved from the mirror to the box in your hands.

"What.." he started, then stopped, as if he wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. "What is all this?"

You looked at him, and Instead of answering right away, you carried the box over and set it on your desk. Then you opened it.

Inside were the rest of the postcards he'd sent over the last two months.

Stacked neatly.

Kept safe.

Each one tied together with the same faded blue ribbon, as though you'd decided they belonged together and had never once considered separating them.

Michael's expression changed almost immediately. The teasing look faded, replaced by something softer.. quieter, almost stunned.

"...You kept them."

You glanced up at him, as if the answer should have been obvious.

"Of course I did."

He looked back at the mirror, then at the box, then at you again, clearly trying to process the fact that you'd saved every single one.

You reached into the box and lifted the bundle out carefully, your fingers brushing over the edges of the cards as though you knew them by heart. For a second, you just held them there, thumb resting against the familiar handwriting on the top postcard.

Then you said, almost casually, "I counted."

Michael frowned.

"...Counted what?"

You tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you.

"How many times you wrote 'I miss you.'"

His eyes widened a fraction before a faint blush crept across his cheeks.

"...You didn't."

"I did"

He let out a helpless little laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking very aware of himself.

"...Okay, first of all, that's invasive."

You tilted your head.

"You wrote it forty six times."

He stared at you. "...No, I didn't."

"You absolutely did."

"I did not."

"You did."

"I refuse to believe that."

You gave him a look that was far too smug for someone who had just admitted to counting his sentimental phrases.

"Do you want me to prove it?"

Michael groaned, already embarrassed despite himself.

"Please don't."

You ignored him and began flipping through the postcards with exaggerated seriousness, as though you were reviewng evidence in a very important case.

"Let's see..."

He covered his face with one hand.

"Oh my Gosh."

You kept going, pretending to read each one aloud in a solemn voice.

"'I miss you.'"

Michael made a sound of protest.

"'Hope you're doing okay.'"

He muttered something into his hand that sounded suspiciously like your name.

"'I miss you.'"

He dropped his hand just long enough to glare at you, though the blush on his face ruined any real threat.

"You're enjoying this way too much."

You smiled sweetly.

"'Wish you were here.'"

He pointed at you. "That one doesn't count."

"It absolutely counts."

"No, because that's not the exact phrase."

You raised a brow. "So you admit you wrote it."

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it again, realizing too late that he'd walked right into it.

You laughed under your breath and flipped to another postcard.

"I miss you.'"

He let out a long, suffering sigh and leaned back against your desk.

"You're impossible."

"And yet," you said, glancing up at him over the top of the stack, "you kept writing them."

His expression softened again, the embarrassment giving way to something more honest.

For a moment, he didn't answer. His gaze drifted to the postcards pinned around your mirror, then back to the ones in your hands, and when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter.

"I didn't think you'd keep them."

That made you pause.

You looked down at the cards, then back at him, your teasing expression easing into something gentler.

"Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugged one shoulder, but it was a small, uncertain motion.

"I don't know. They were just postcards."

You shook your head slowly.

"No, Michael. They weren't just postcards."

The room seemed to settle around that sentence.

You glanced toward the mirror again, where the cards he'd sent were still displayed in a crooked little frame around the glass. Some of them had been there long enough to become part of the room itself, part of your routine, part of the quiet comfort of seeing his handwriting every day.

"I looked at them all the time," you admitted, your voice softer now. "When I was having a bad day. When I was bored. When I missed you and didn't want to bother marion about it."

Michael's face changed at that, the last traces of teasing slipping away.

You held the stack a little tighter.

"I kept the ones on the mirror because I wanted to see them. And I kept the rest in the box because..." You started, then gave a small shrug. "Because I didn't want to lose them."

He stared at you for a long moment, something warm and unreadable in his expression.

Then he let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, though it sounded more like relief than amusement.

"...You really did miss me."

You looked down, suddenly shy again.

"Yeah," you admitted. "I did."

Michael's smile returned, but this time it was softer than before. Less teasing... More real.

He pushed off the desk and stepped closer, eyes flicking once more to the postcards on your mirror before settling on you.

"I missed you too," he said, and there was no joke in it now. Just honesty.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was.

Then, because you couldn't help yourself, you lifted the stack slightly and gave him a pointed look.

"Forty six times, apparently."

He laughed, the sound low and warm.

"You're never letting me live that down, are you?"

"Nuh uh"

"Fine," he said. "But for the record, I was being sincere."

"Mhm"

He shook his head, smiling despite the embarrassment still lingering on his face.

You softened at that, your fingers tightening around the box.

Michael glanced at you, then at the mirror, then back at you, his expression full of something quiet and fond.

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the following evening your room had become a a disaster zone.

Clothes covered nearly every surface.. dresses draped over the chair, sweaters tossed onto the floor, shoes abandoned beside the closet. Your vanity looked like a beauty store had exploded across it, with hair clips, perfume bottles, and lip glosses scattered everywhere.

And right in the middle of it all sat the newest member of the chaos.

Your cat.

He was curled comfortably on top of the pile of rejected outfits, kneading lazily at the sleeve of your cardigan as though he had personally paid for it and now considered it his property.

"You know" you said, glancing at him in the mirror, "for someone who was found eating out of a garbage can three weeks ago, you have become unbelievably judgmental."

a blink was all you receieved from the ball of black fur.

He had been like that since the day you found him. Scruffy, wary, and completely unimpressed by the world. He had been hiding behind a grocery store, too cautious to let anyone near him, and it had taken days before he finally trusted you enough to simply pet him.

Now he acted like he owned the house.

You darted our eyes back to yourself in the reflection, holding up a dress you forgot you had over the outfit you had already decided on.

" ugh" you let out frustratedly, before thrusting the baby pink fabric to the marble flooring of your room. "No wonder I don't wear this anymore.. its absolutely grody"

Making your way to bed, you belly flopped on to it, startling your cat a little bit. "this is so stupid Stuart" you whined, turning to face your baby.

"I've gone out with him so many times, its just...." you trailed off, "..this feels more serious.. you know?"

He blinked at you again, before rubbing his little wet nose on your cheek.

"okay, well clearly you don't know cause you're a cat" face palming yourself, then dragging your hand down your face. "Gosh I really need to get some girl friends"

DING DONG

The sound of the doorbell rang through out the house, making you jump up from your bed.

You darted to your mirror, rummaging through your jewelry box.

You put on your earrings and made your way to your door.

"Wish me luck Stu " you glanced back at your cat, before heading for the stairs.

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Meanwhile Michael was standing outside your front door, holding on to the flower arrangement he got made just for you.

He waited a couple of minutes before one side of the huge front doors opened.

There stood your mother with her usual warm smile on her face.

Michael didn't move, he wasnt sure how to proceed.... does he wait outside or..

"Michael, don't just stand there. Come in."

"Oh yeah- sorry about that" he chuckled, before entering the house.

The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him immediately. The smell of dinner still lingered in the air. Fresh laundry. The faint floral scent of your mother's perfume. The soft, liveda in sounds of a house that was full of people who knew each other well.

While making polite conversation with your father in the living room, footsteps sounded from the staircase.

Michael looked up.

And everything else seemed to fade.

You stood halfway down the stairs, one hand resting lightly on the banister.

The warm evening light spilled through the windows behind you, catching in your hair and softening everything about the moment. You weren't dressed dramatically. You weren't trying to impress him. You simply looked like yourself.

And somehow, that was what made his chest tighten.

Excusing himself, Michael stood up from the sofa and made his way towards you.

You came down the rest of the stairs, stopping just before the last step, and placed your hand on his outstretched arm.

You reached the bottom step and stopped in front of him, suddenly aware of how close he was and how much harder that made it to think.

Michael looked at you for a second too long, then seemed to remember himself and cleared his throat.

"You look really pretty," he said, raking his eyes all over your face then down to your body.

Your smile softened. "Thank you... you do too"

Shaking your head. "Well, umm handsome not pretty". You rambled on, "uh- not that you're not pretty or anything. You are!... re-"

He cut you off with a grin, "jesus, I know what you meant, calm down"

"Oh thank god" you said, while fumbling with the hem of your top.

"Sooo...we should get going, yeah?"

He Nodded in agreement, taking a hold of your hand once more and leading you to the front door.

"Bring her back by eleven sharp." Yours dad's voice carried through out the foyer, before popping up and walking towards the both of you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "daddy- I"

"Just kiddin.. just kiddin" he responded. But the minute you turned around, he made a knife cutting motion at his neck to Michael.

"DAD-" you turned after seeing him on the reflection of the doors' side windows.

He laughed and let out a little "Have fun!" Before leaving the both you alone at the foyer.

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The ice cream shop was exactly the kind of place neither of you would ever get tired of.

It was small and oldfashioned, with little wooden tables outside and a faded sign hanging above the door. The kind of place that felt untouched by time.

Just the two of you.

You had both agreed on something simple for your first date.. nothing fancy. Just ice cream and a walk and the chance to be together without any distractions

It turned out to be exactly right.

You walked beside him through the quiet streets afterward, ice cream cones in hand, talking about everything and nothing. He told you stories from the tour..funny moments, embarrassing moments, things no one else ever heard about.

"So imagine my surprise when I woke up with a lamp inside my shirt" he said, recalling one of the many pranks that his siblings would pull on him

With every other story hed tell you, you would let out strings and strings of cackles.

He smiled because he liked making you laugh.

Eventually, the two of you found yourselves sitting on a wooden bench beside a small pond, watching the sunset reflect across the water. The sky had gone soft and gold, and the trees around you moved gently in the evening breeze.

For a while, neither of you said anything. And somehow, the silence felt just as comfortable as the conversation.

Michael looked over at you, his cone forgotten for a moment in his hand. "You know what I like about this?" he asked.

You turned toward him. "What?"

"This." He gestured vaguely around the pond, the trees, the fading light. "No pressure. No one expecting anything from me. No one trying to pull us in ten different directions."

His voice softened. "Just being here."

Your smile became smaller, more genuine. "I like that too."

He nodded slowly, as if he had been hoping you'd say that.

A quiet breeze moved through the trees.

Then Michael noticed something and smiled.

"What?" You said with a grin.

You narrowed your eyes. "What?"

"You have ice cream on your face." He absentmindedly pointed to your face.

Your hand immediately flew up. "Where?"

He laughed. "No, no, don't-"

Too late.

You wiped at the wrong side of your mouth.

Michael shook his head, still laughing. "You somehow made it worse."

You gave him a look. "You're lying."

"Im not- here" Michael reached over slowly. "Hold still."

This time, you did.

His thumb brushed gently against the corner of your mouth, wiping away the small streak of vanilla. The touch was brief, but neither of you moved away right away.

His eyes met yours.

The teasing smile faded into something quieter. Something more careful. Something that had been there for longer than either of you wanted to admit.

"You know...I was nervous tonight," he admitted.

You blinked. "You were?"

He gave a small, self-conscious smile. "Very."

"Michael."

"I know." He looked down at his ice cream for a second, then back at you. "I just didn't want to mess this up."

Your expression softened. "You didn't."

He let out a breath that sounded like relief. "Good."

You tilted your head. "Why were you so nervous?"

He was quiet for a moment, Then he said, "Because this matters to me."

The words landed gently, but they still made your chest tighten.

He looked out over the water for a second before continuing.

"We've talked so much that it almost feels strange to call this a first date," he said. "But it is. And I kept thinking about how much I wanted tonight to feel easy. I wanted you to feel comfortable. I wanted..." He smiled faintly. "I wanted to be here with you without overthinking every second of it."

You looked at him, your heart doing something inconvenient and warm.

"I was nervous too," you admitted.

He turned back to you. "You were?"

You laughed softly. "Obviously."

"Why?"

You shrugged, suddenly shy. "Because it's you."

That made him go quiet.

You looked down at your cone, then back up at him. "We've already said so much to each other. We've already admitted enough to.... I dont know"

Michael's expression softened in a way that made it hard to breathe.

Before either of you could say anything else, he scooped a tiny bit of melted ice cream from his cone onto his finger.

You narrowed your eyes immediately. "Michael..."

He smiled, entirely unrepentant, and gently tapped the little bit of ice cream onto the tip of your nose.

You gasped. "Seriously?"

He leaned closer, just enough for you to notice.

"Can I?" he asked quietly.

Your teasing expression melted into something gentler.

You nodded.

The kiss was soft and unhurried. It started with him kissing the tip of your nose, then moving to the plush of your lips.

Nothing rushed.

Just a quiet moment between two kindred souls.

When he pulled back, he stayed close for a second longer, his forehead almost brushing yours.

He only back up when the sound of something hit his shoe.

Ice cream..

Michael looked down at it, then back at you, and let out a helpless laugh. "Well. That's embarrassing."

You stared at him then his shoe. "Oh I forgot it was in my hands" you said apologetically.

He shook his head, still grinning. "I was trying to be romantic....and I ended up with ice cream on my shoe."

"Eh take it as a good sign.. just means you'll aways remember this."

His smile softened, and he reached for your hand again, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Oh I'll remember it alright"

Your breath caught a little.

Michael looked at you for a long second, then let his gaze drift over the pond, the trees, and the last gold light of sunset before returning to your face.

"I love you," he said softly, almost like the words had been waiting for the quiet around them to finally exist.

"I always have" he thought to himself.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to go still.

Then your face broke into the kind of smile that made his chest ache.

"I love you too," you whispered.

"I always have" you thought to yourself

Here you gooo

@khxna @pytarchive

A/N: its seven am good fucking night😭😭 also I did not proof read this

Also not sure if I should stick to this dialogue style or not

"Oh" was all you said when he finally spat out what he'd been wanting to say.

"O-only if you want to of course..." he breathed out shakily. "... no pressure at all"

Michael knew that he was pushing his luck by asking to meet you. But he just couldn't help himself...

Your first instinct was to say yes. But after you really thought about it. You started doubting whether this was a smart idea or not.

Your life was pretty mundane. So what was wrong with wanting a little bit of excitement?

Right?

You quickly snapped yourself out of it. After all, hes still a stranger and a man, so you can never be too careful. Especially since he was always cryptic with what he gave you about himself.

For some reason, he seemed pretty guarded whenever youd ask him a question, but you didnt pry. So that only left you with the basics.

His age, and that he dabbles in the entertainment industry....what ever that meant.

Oh- And that hes married and has two step kids.

Well, he didn't exactly tell you that part willingly. It was only because you were chatting it up one night, when someone barged into the room.

At first you had though it was a friend or something, but when you heard a womans voice, huffing and puffing, you knew that wasn't the case.

"Who are you talking to Michael?" A muffled sound over the reciver said.

"No one sweetheart, just the hotel cleaning service "

For some reason your heart tugged at the pet name more than it did when he had hung up, brushing you off with a weak "thank you".

Michael called you back the next morning, clearing up the air and apologising for hanging up so abruptly.

You proceeded to say that there was no need for apologising. Because at the end of the day, you were no one special to him, so he didn't owe you an explanation, let alone an apology.

Fast forward to today. Safe to say you were dumb struck.

The face mask you had on was crackling near your open mouth. And the phone cord was twisted tight around your finger, cutting off your blood circulation.

Despite all of the obstacles and unanswered questions, you still found yourself wanting to meet him.

"Well, Michael its not that I dont want to..." you trailed off "... its just- for all I know, you could be some crazed serial killer with a thousand of murders under your belt"

After a beat of silence, a string of snickers could be heard from his side.

"Whaaat?" You whined with a slight smile, before adding "its not that crazy you know. It happens way more than you think."

"I know, I just didn't expect that" he said lazily, with his head thrown back on the cushions behind him.

You knew it was a bit of stretch, but it definitely lightened up the mood.

And as funny as that was, Michael's head was still running laps, thinking he mightve come across as a creepy old guy.

"So im guessing that's a no" he said, in a tone you couldn't really put your finger on.

"Actu-" you started, before he cut you off.

"Its totally fine if you don't want to. I wouldnt blame yo-" he stressed.

"Michael-" you tried to interject.

"-u the world is really insane right now " he went on.

putting your mouth near the receiver. "Jesus MICHAEL ill do it" you exclaimed, cutting of his rambling.

"Oh- okay great! " he smiled at his reflection in the mirror, that was in the opened room across the living room.

"Yeah 'great!'." you said, teasing his obvious giddiness.

Michael felt himself breathing out a sigh of relief at your response. And you finally released your finger from the suffocating plastic of the cord.

After that, the two of you planned out everything from where you were going to meet to the things you were going to do.

Michael was the one who chose the restaurant. It was nothing you had heard of, you assumed it was one of those restaurants that would make your student loans seem worth a cheap rag.

"hey y/n...." he started.

You slid the phone between you shoulder and head as you bent under your bed looking for your nail file. "Ugh- yeah mike?" You grunted, while patting the floor trying to feel the rough surface of the file.

" I just wanted to tell you that- " he began saying, when the phone slid from your shoulder on to the ground.

Throwing your head back in frustration, you grabbed your neck and fake choked yourself due to the chaos.

You could hear Michael talking up storm, but you were going to have to ask him to repeat himself.

Your nail scratched against something under your bed. "Found it!" You smiled to yourself, before picking up the phone and putting it to your ear and sitting down on your bed.

Michael had finally finished his word vomit and decided to end it with a, "so im not sure how you feel about that."

"Huh? Feel about what..." you asked, after settling against your pillows. "...I was looking for something and my phone fell."

"Sorry about that." You smiled sheepishly.

Michael felt himself let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He was sort of relieved you didn't hear his whole "hey! I'm actually the singer of one of your favourite songs (burn this disco out) and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. Please dont hate me " speech.

You were playing the off the wall vinyl, one time when you were on the phone with him and were vibing to all the songs while painting your toes.

You weren't really big on the whole celebrity/pop culture thing. You would just watch movies and listen to the songs that you liked without obsessing over the artists.

You obviously knew who Michael jackson was. He was everywhere, but still... you didn't indulge in that thing. And Michael was relieved to learn that about you.

"No- dont worry about it." he chuckled before continuing. "I was just saying that the... the restaurant!" He exclaimed. " yeah the restaurant- cooks the food right infront of you"

"Hope you're not scared of a little fire" he said teasingly.

You decided to ignore how he was clearly lying about what he had said and played along. " ha ha very funny... now I regret telling you about that omelette fire"

He laughed in response and was relieved that you didn't catch on to his lie.

Or so he thought..

Two hours later, you found yourself sprawled out on your leopard bed sheets, getting lost in the sound of his voice and addictive story telling skills.

"So you really had to get the fire department to get him out?" You said through your cackles, clutching your stomach.

"Yeah! Safe to say his mothe- "

The conversations kept going, until he heard light breathing over the line. He smiled to himself and put the phone back on its base.

He rested his head on the couch arm, wishing that the one week wait, in which you two would meet could go by faster.

..

His wish came true.

Today was the day.

You were going to see Michael.

your bestfriend was on your lounge bed, watching you run around your room, trying on and taking off all types of different tops and and pants.

As your arms slowly became sore from repeatedly putting your arms up, you finally broke.

"oh Lena" you cried out, your brows furrowed. "what do I do" you collapsed onto the carpet face down. Not really caring about your make up getting smudged.

Your hair was in hot rollers and your robe was dangerously close to falling off. But that was the least of your concerns.

You were more scared of not living up to Michael's expectations nor him to yours.

What if you hated him.

What if he hated you.

What if he was ugly.

What if he thought you were ugly..

OH GOD!

Just the thought had you groaning into the floor, digging your elbows further into the rug. The rough fabric surly leaving a couple of rug burns behind.

The feeling of two arms wrapping around your waist brought you back to reality. Finally sitting you up, your friend grabbed your cheeks and put her eyes to yours.

" baby girl" she said, pointedly

"you know damn well you could put on a trash bag, and you'd still have people at their knees, begging for you" she reassured you, while taking your hands and slowly lifting the both of you to your feet.

"Yeah" you started nodding enthusiastically.

"Yeah! I'm a boss ass bitch" you shook your conjoined hands in an enthusiastic manner, smiling manically.

"Fuck yeah, you are!"

After a minute of smiling, the feeling of doom came back. Spreading throughout your chest.

"Oh who are we kidding I'm no boss or bitch" you cried out, letting go of your friend's hand.

Your friend sighed frustratedly, "Oh cmon babe its just a dinner" lena looked at you with her head tilted slightly. "Im sure youre going to be fine."

"You have your pepper spray right?" She asked.

You nodded your head weakly.

"Okay, youre fine then!" She exclaimed, "and besides, if push comes to shove you can always just get up and leave."

You knew she was right, but you just couldn't shake off the feeling you had.

It was nerves.

You were finally going to see the face behind the voice you'd been dreaming about. So feeling a little scared was valid in this situation.

And it was definitely not a normal situation.

Shaking your head, you gave your friend a forced smile. And turned to your mess of a room.

"Yeah" you let out softly. "Just get up and leave".

After a good thirty minutes, you two finally decided on an outfit.

It was a sheer babydoll top embroidered with intricate beading that caught the light with every movement. paired with some rhinestone studded jeans.

You stood in front if your full length mirror, flipping your fresh curls to the side. Admiring the finished look.

It was simple and flattering.

Lena's manicured finger found its way to the neckline, tugging at it and peering down

"Ooh did you put on the new set you got last week" she wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

"Shut up len" you hushed her, taking a step back. "Hes my friend!, I'm not fucking him."

"Plus he's a married man, im sure hes not gonna care what I'm wearing underneath" you added.

" blah blah blah who cares," She sighed out, rolling her eyes. " oooh you could be the sexy younger mistress on the side!"she added excitedly.

You walked up to her laughing, and jokingly put your hand over her mouth "Oh for the love of god shut up, I'm not gonna be a mistress"

"Girl why are you shushing me." she said giggling, "its not like hes listening in on us."

"Oh god! Could you imag-"

RING....

RING.....

You both jumped up in shock, staring at each other with your mouths open.

"Oh fuck me!" You yelled out, holding onto your boobs for support.

"Jesus christ hes like the bloody mary" lena joked, still shaken from the shock. "Thank god those lights weren't closed"

"Calm down, maybe its not him" you said, walking over to the phone.

"Well asides from him, I'm the only one that calls you" she sassed, with her eyebrow arched, "and I'm here so lets take a wild guess on who that could be"

Squinting your eyes at her pointedly, you picked up the phone.

"Hello?" A voice on the other side said.

UGH THAT VOICE.

"Oh mike! Didn't think you'd call" you said, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, slipping on your shoes. "Thought you'd already be out"

Feeling the bed dip at a weight behind, you turned to your friend, who had the craziest look in her eyes. Pointing frantically to the loud speaker button on the side of the base .

You leaned over to click it just as he responded.

"Y- " his voice cut off before coming back again. "-eah, I was about to leave, just thought I'd check in with you first".

"Awwww" Lena breathed out on your neck. You thwacked her forehead playfully, before standing up.

"Oh I'm ready, I was just about to head out as well" you said, "soo... see ya there?"

"Yeah- yeah see you there" he responded "drive safe"

"Alright you too" you responded with heated cheeks, before hanging up.

"I know I'm married but DAMN he talks so good" your friend said, while fanning herself playfully.

Smiling at her silly antics, you turned your mirror once more, before grabbing your purse and heading to your door.

"Oh wait let me snap a pic of you real quick" she rushed to you.

"Nope not today" you let out quickly, before shutting the door quickly.

You barely made it to the elevator when you saw a flash in your peripheral vision, that was followed by a clicking noise.

"You're gonna thank me for that" your friend said, crossing her arms.

"I love you! Have funn and dont forget to page me a 6969 if hes hot" she added.

You cackled stepping into the elevator. Sticking your head out, "I will Len, and I Love you too" you smiled at her as the doors closed.

....

Upon arriving to the Restaurant, you saw that the car lot was practically empty. The restaurant was clearly open though, given the warm lights seeping through the glass windows.

Weird.

There were only a couple of cars spread out, you just assumed they were the staffs.

But a black Rolls Royce caught your eye.

"Damn what kind of pay checks are they getting... jesus" you mumbled to yourself.

You shook your head and took a deep breath in, then gave yourself a onceover in the rear view, re-applying your lipgloss.

"A rubberband bouncing back to lif- "

Kate bush's voice cut off with the twist of your key in the ignition. The silence of the car slowly started to swallow you, urging you to get out.

Once you were out, you quickly pulled on to the door handle making sure your car was locked, and headed towards the steps leading to entrance of the restaurant.

The restaurants air conditionding hit you like a truck, not expecting such contrast to the humid and stuffy weather outside.

After glancing around the place. Your eyes landed on man standing behind a podium, who had a warm smile on his face.

You walked up to him, glancing at the closed reservation book with a confused face.

Is it just me tonight?

"Oh ms L/n?" He asked, with his brow raised.

You nodded your head reluctantly feeling a little uneasy. You internally cursed your non existent survival skills for not running out the door fast enough.

"Perfect! If youd just follow these two gentlemen" he pointed to the men, that seemed to appear out of no where. "They'll lead you to mr Jackson"

Who?... Oh must be Mike's last name

They were... Big. Both dressed in all black and had little ear pieces hanging from their ears down to the collars of the shirts they had on.

You carefully walked behind them, making sure you don't step into their personal space. Something about them gave you the feeling that they don't fuck around.

"Weird ass restaurant" you thought to yourself.

Walking past multiple empty tables and booths, gave you an eerie feeling.. like you were a sacrificial lamb at a secret cult meeting.

Boy did he overdo himself with booking out the whole joint. It made you feel kind of special.

They finally stopped at a booth and stepped aside, "right through there ma'am" one of them said while pointing to the curtain.

Taking what felt like your millionth deep breath, you pulled the curtain back.

..

Michael had been sat here for a good fifteen minutes, legs shaking with anticipation. He was looking forward to this all day.

He woke up that morning to the shrill voice of his "wife". Not sure if he should be calling her that anymore, she was more like his personal demon sent from hell.

The whole world thought them out to be this ideal couple that was perfect in every aspect and took inspiration from them.

But little did they know.. every picture of them with those teeth grinding smiles, was haunted by conversations that would always end in scream matches about deep rooted problems they both didn't want to face.

His thoughts were cut off when he heard the gruff voice his security guard. "Right through there ma'am".

He immediately sat up, already transfixed by the silhouette of your figure behind the candle lit curtain.

When your fingers pulled the curtain back. You were met by a man that was sat on a chair in a manner that screamed power and confidence, facing the fabric you just came through. He had a pair of black out sunglasses on.

The word "Douchey" was all that came to mind.

He looked familiar... you just couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe if you got a bit closer.

Michael however had nothing on his mind other than "breathtaking". He took off his sunglasses so he could catch the glimmer of your top without the constriction of the black tint.

Your breath hitched when you saw his eyes. Your brain was running a thousand miles per hour.

It was Michael freaking Jackson.

That's who you had been talking to the whole time... what the fuck, why didnt you put two and two together?

Realistically there's two ways to react in this situation. You either freak out and traumatise the poor guy, or you sit down and act like nothing happened.

Luckily for him, you chose the latter. Purely because you refused to treat another human like a god..

Watching the wires in your mind turn, michael decided to stand up and lean over the table, extending his long arm for you to shake.

You snapped yourself out of your trance, and gave him a firm shake, still maintaining eye contact.

"Woah... nice grip" he broke the silence, chuckling a little.

"Oh" a smile crept onto your face, "great first impression mike" You shook your head playfully.

Both Your hands lowered subconsciously, still holding onto eachother. As if letting go would make the other disappear.

Michael was adamant on keeping your hand in his. The feel of your soft palm against his had him feeling like his soul was cleansed by an angel.

So even when you sat down he had your hand in his, resting on the table on top of a folded napkin.

"You know... I Was kind of scared you'd turn your car around when you noticed the empty lot" he said shyly, his eyes scanning your entire face.

"Well I was a little freaked out, but I wasnt going to let a good outfit go to waste" you responded with your head tilted, your pearly whites making an appearance.

"Oh and I guess meeting you was also a reason for not running off." you joked, brushing him off as if he were nothing.

Michael let out a genuine laugh at that. "Oh so im just an afterthought, huh? " he teased back.

"Wellll you said it, not me"

He glanced down at your chest and marveled at the sight of your tits and how well they sat in you fitted top. "You know what?" He asked, licking his lips. " as long as I'm in your thoughts... I'll take it."

He was aware of how flirty he was being, and in truth.. hed never felt so alive. The thought of his wife back home stabbed at the back of his head.

But the way you looked at him in the warm lights of the booth had him forgetting everyone and everything .

After you two fell into a rhythm. You could not shut up.

You had a glass of white wine in your hand as you spoke. "No way he actually grated his finger." you said, gasping at the mortifying childhood story Michael was telling you.

It was something about how one of his brothers..Marlon, miscalculated the size of a ginger and accidentally shredded off a big chunk of the skin on his forefinger.

You still couldn't believe he was actually infront of you speaking as clear as day, it was a nice change from the static of your home phone.

" He did!" He exclaimed. "Janet almost passed out at the sight of it. Gosh I dont think I've ever laughed so hard"

"Oh poor janet" you pouted in response, " jesus you guys must've been a handfull"

"Yeah we were." He smiled at that. "Poor mother was run through the mud with us"

"Ugh this kind of makes me wish I had a sibling" you added, "the only half exciting thing I went through as a kid was running around the neighborhood with a stuffed cat on a leash"

Michael smiled, as he Imagined a little you running around causing chaos, "I almost forgot you were an only child"

You went on explaining how it was just you and your parents and how you moved away for university.

" Oh thats right!" He said snapping his finger trying to remember something "you major in-"

He was cut off by the curtain opening. A server waltsed in, balancing two trays expertly on his arms and two little plates on his hands.

Once he set everything down, he asked if everything was to your liking. In which you both responded with a polite nod and a thank you.

Looking at the plate infront of you, you went to grab a fork, but a heavy hand was still wrapped around yours.

" hate to break it you, but I'm gonna need my hand to eat" you said lightheartedly, "unless you plan on starving me... I'd hope not "

Michael looked down, and pulled his hand out of yours, his fingers slightly lingered on yours before letting go completely.

"My bad, I-I didn't even notice..." he rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

It felt natural.

You grabbed a fork, the cold feel of the metal almost erased the warmth you both created in the thirty minutes of your time here.

"Dont worry about it" you said while poking at your potatoes "it was actually pretty relaxing."

The word "relaxing" was the understatement of the century. It was more electrifying than anything.

But he didn't need to know that.

the remainder of the evening consisted of a lot of laughter and teasing. The both of you would grasp at any opportunity to touch each other, whether it was a light arm brush or a game of footise.

the only thing running through Michaels head was "I need her in my life."

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back at your apartment. Lena was startled by the sound of her beeper going of.

she sat up and narrowed her eyes at the little screen. "6969" she read a loud, a little smirk tugging at her lips.

"oh she's so getting fucked tonight" she sighed out while falling on to the plush mattress, her focus turned to her show.

A\N: A little something I thought up the other day. Alsooo part two of next door neighbour is in the maaking.

Yall please ignore any spelling mistakes I'm sleep deprived.

After setting up the camera, Michael walked over to you in 2 strides. His cock was already standing, slightly curved, moving from side to side as he walked.

Your were sat on the carpeted floor of the hotel room, your legs tucked underneath your ass, feeling the wetness of your pussy through your sheer underwear on the heel of your foot.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Michael leaned down and grabbed you jaw firmly.

"Open your mouth mama" you did as instructed, feeling the pad his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your lower teeth. "Thats it ....good girl"

Sticking out your tongue, he leaned down and spat directly on it. Earning a moan from you. He didnt give you further instructions, so you just sat there there with your tongue out allowing his saliva to slide down your throat gradually.

"You love it when I spit on ya, huh baby?" He smiled teasingly while leaning back, and taking ahold of his cock and giving it a few tugs for good measure.

You couldn't do anything but stare at his hands and the way they looked wrapped around himself. It nearly made you lose focus on the remaining saliva on your tongue, almost swallowing it.

Michael loved the hold he had on you. If he didn't tell you what to do you would just sit there, because you craved his validation and his love.

Noticing your hips slightly shifting on the heel of your foot, Michael bent down and put his elbows on his knees. His face now inches from yours.

" you gotta get me all nice and wet first baby..." he breathed out "So I can fuck you... make you feel good." He added.

You looked at him with your head tilted, immediately halting your hips.

He leaned back and brought the head of his cock to your open mouth. He slapped it on your wet tongue, causing some of his spit to hit your nose.

Your tongue felt heavy with the weight of his member resting on it, but you didn't mind. It was oddly comforting.

He then guided himself deeper and deeper into your throat. You relaxed your mouth and throat to the best of your abilities, but still managed to splutter out cough at the feeling as he kept going til your nose was pressed up against his pubic bone.

Michael let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your tight throat spasming at his length. He had to place his arms behind him and tilt back so he could collect himself and bask in the relief of being in your mouth.

The way your eye makeup had smudged under your eye had him sighing in satisfaction. He just loved making you tear up and leaving evidence of how how well his cock had penetrated your throat.

The sound of your gurgling around him as he bucks his hips upwards had his balls tightening like he could cum in a heartbeat. But luckily for you he had amazing endurance, he could fuck your mouth and your tight cunt before hitting his peak.

"Baby you look so pretty with your mouth stuffed with my cock like that" he said lazily, while smirking.

You let out little whimpers, taking it like the good girl you were. He took your hand and led it to his balls, urging you to massage and play with him for a little bit.

He was being far gentler this time, than when you were last sucking him off, he let you take what you couldn't with your hands,and gave you little breathers were you would just suck his tip.

Sitting there an watching the concentrated look on his face had you getting wetter and wetter by the second, wanting to just get up and fuck him like crazy.

Your underwear was so soaked you were scared the light fabric was going to tear like paper. Your clit was swollen and sensitive, needing stimulation before it combusts.

Michael pulled your head to the top near his slit. "go ahead and touch yourself for me mama" he breathed out "get your pussy soaked and ready for me"

In truth you didn't even need to get yourself wet, but still a little stimulation never hurt nobody.

You took your hand and slid it into your underwear and started rubbing tight circles on your clit. The lace of your thong scratching the back of your hand.

You both fell back to your rhythm.

he kept fucking your throat, while you were grinding yourself against your palm needing more pleasure.

"Look at you, so wet just from sucking my cock... youre such a good little- oh yeah keep touching yourself like that." He let out, while staring at the way your hips were moving, trying to get the same relief you would from his dick.

He wanted to come so badly, but just the thought of watching his seed seeping from out of your pussy had him holding out.

After a minute or two you sighed out around him in exasperation.

The whole fucking your palm thing wasn't working out for you, and Michael could feel your frustration as well.

"Fuck..... come here" pulling you off of his head with a pop. He bent down and wiped your mouth with his fingers, then proceeded to lick them clean.

He loved the taste of his cum especially after it had been your mouth. He was never one to be disgusted by any of that stuff. Which was one of the many things you loved about him.

He stood up from the bed, pulling you up from the ground along with him.

He looped his fingers into your underwear and lightly tugged at it "I want these off... and I want you on the bed" he growled lowly, your knees buckled at the sound.

Letting go of your body he smacked your ass and said "hurry up baby" as he turned to move the camera ti the end of the bed before climbing on it. His head resting against the headboard and his legs spread apart.

You hurriedly took off your panties and got on to the bed sitting in between his thighs facing him.

"I want your back to me mama, right here" he patted to his thigh before giving himself a little tug.

Turning and around and placing your back against him, had your brain feeling all mushy. Although You knew he was going to fuck your brains out and leave you immobile for sometime, it was still different when he did that from behind.

It was more......

intimate.

Michael felt the same way. Your back against his chest had his heart pounding and him panting like a mad man.

His hand slid from your belly and your sternum to wrap around your throat, "come on put me in, show how me how good you can take my cock" he breathed out in your ear. His other hand stayed on your stomach, keeping you in place.

Bending your knees, you got up to your feet, so you could take him better, the feeling of his rough hands around your neck had you restless.

His fingers were on either side of your neck, teasingly blocking your airways and letting them go, riling you up.

Despite the distraction you were able to bring the tip of his cock to your entrance, tapping him onto your wet cunt. The stickiness of your sex leaving a clear string with every tap.

You slide down on him slowly, so only his head was inside.

"Youre so wet baby, all that from touching yourself?" he groaned against your ear.

He knew the answer to that question.. he just wanted to hear it from your lips. He knew how soaked you would get whenever you had his cock in your mouth.

"N-no" you managed to slip out, moaning while dropping lower and lower onto his length. The stretch was damn near impossible to bear, you still weren't used to how big he was.

"No?" He let out with breathless chuckle, bucking his hip upwards, fucking his whole length into you. You cried out at the intense feeling and he grunted at the feel of your pussy grippig him like a vice.

"No- mmh... was wet because of you" you let out gasping, taking a minute to adjust before bouncing gently, finding a pace that worked for you both.

"I know baby" he cooed, before grabbing your hip and starting to forcing you to go harder. You gurgled out a moan, bouncing on the balls of your feet using his arm for balance. "You just love being my little hole, huh? Filling you with my cum all the time"

The sound of his palm spanking your cunt echoed throughout the room, landing directly on top of your clit. You screamed arching you back, your hand reaching to the back to grab the back of his head while the other found its way to his thigh gripping at it.

"Yeah you'd like that? Get you all pregnant and swollen"

Nodding your head frantically " yeah- oh fuck - yes" you chanted repeatedly, too fucked out to make sense. He smacked your clit again then Strummed at your aching bud to soothe it.

In a response your hips moved faster, boucning harder ignoring the growing ache in your knees and feet. With every bounce and strum to your clit, more and more wetness dripped down to his balls.

The camera surely caught how wide your pussy was stretched over his cock, a thick ring of your cream accumulating at where youd stop and lift up, slowly dripping down to his balls.

Michael was on cloud nine. He absolutely loved the feeling of being coated in you. Being inside you. Being with you.

"Micha....." you trailed off, feeling your lower belly starting tighten.

"Thats it mama keep fucking yourself on me like that" he let out, with his brows furrowed. "You take my cum so well baby, come on sweetheart drain me"

Your legs shook at the pressure of your looming orgasm.

He brought his hand to your womb that had a very prominent bulge piercing through it with every thrust of his hips.

"You feel that baby... you feel how deep I am? Im gonna paint your pretty walls white" he said while picking up the pace.

"Yes.. oh go- yeah" you cried out, "please.... wanna cum"

With that he picked up his pace, completely taking control "fuck baby- come on" bringing his fingers to your clit pushing you over the edge.

You couldn't do anything but whine, your body too limp to do anything. "Mmm im gonna fu-" you moaned out.

"Me too baby come on I wanna fill you up so bad." His balls tightened and he felt like he was coming close. But he held off until he felt your pussy tightening around him.

The moment you unclenched, you screamed out his name and sprays of squirt covered his arms and his thighs as he came inside you.

Although his hips stilled, his fingers kept going, trying to draw as much liquid from you as possible, and drawing out your high.

He was whimpering in your ear as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

The warmth of his release was your favourite part, especially when you two would just lay down, catching your breaths.

But that was short lived.

Michael pulled you off of him and crawled to the end of the bed, grabbing the camera and turning towards your limp body.

Once he reached you, he opened up your thighs and brought the lense to your cunt.

"So pretty.... squeeze it all out, let the camera see." He cooed, laying on his stomach.

Your once tight hole, was now stretched to the size of his cock, a white liquid dripped out of it trickling all the way downto your ass.

With a satisfied sigh, he put down the camera, and looked at you.

"Better lock this up , huh? " he chuckled, shaking his head. "Cmon lets get you cleaned up, then we'll figure it out"

"Ugh I could do with a shower" you smiled at him lazily.

A/n: Why am I lowkey icking myself out... also ignore any spelling mistakes I'm half asleep rn.

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1979

Running around your room like a headless chicken was definitely not what you had in mind for your evening. You could've been lounging around by the pool, ignoring all your chores for the evening, soaking in the california sun.

but no. Instead you were frantically running around trying to find an outfit and figure out your hair situation for your dinner with the Jacksons next door.

It was a nice gesture thats for sure.

Still, judging by the state your room right now, and the fresh scrapes scattered on the back of you plam from reaching into boxes looking for your skirts. You still had a lot of unpacking to do.

An entire rooms worth.

But that was a problem for another day.

Catching a sequin glimmer from your peripheral vision. You snapped your head towards it. immediately opening the other flap of the box, revealing your favourite mid length jean skirt, folded neatly on top of a pile of clothes.

"There you are" you breathed out, blowing a black hotcombed curl that fell to your face away in the process.

As you reached for it, your elbow scratched against the open flap, adding yet another sting to your now growing collection of irritated skin.

Twisting your arm, stretching the skin "dang I really oughta moisturise " you grimace at the clear grey of your once glowy brown skin.

Shaking your head, you carefully unnfolded the skirt, you could now see the sequin adorened flower embroidery on the two back pockets.

Smiling at your triumph, you turned to your bed in an upbeat manner, placing your find on your bed with the light pink ruffle top you picked out earlier.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, finally relaxed. With your outfit sorted, you walked over to your vanity and settled on the stool, picking up a container of Bobby pins.

You swept your bangs to one side, carefully securing them in place before hiding the pins beneath a matching hair clip. Tilting your head from side to side, you studied your reflection in the mirror, making sure everything sat just right.

Twenty minutes later, the annoying shrill of your younger brothers voice echoed through the hallway.

"Y/nnnn, Mom says we have to leave before the pies get cold!" he called, dragging out your name dramatically.

"Well, tell her I'm ready then," you replied, slipping on your shoes. Opening the bedroom door, you frowned. "And what about Marion?"

"How come Mom isn't asking about her?" you added, raising a brow.

"Well, for one, she's already sitting in the living room. Dressed."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course she is."

"Come on, let's go," you said, grabbing your younger brother's hand and tugging him toward the grand staircase. The two of you hurried downstairs, your bickering continuing all the way to the living room, where the rest of your family was waiting.

At the sound of your voices, your father looked up from his checkbook with a warm smile. He closed it, giving his thigh a light smack as he pushed himself to his feet. Your mother and older sister followed suit, both ready to head next door.

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Still buzzing from the productive studio session he'd just wrapped up with Quincy, Michael nearly walked straight into the glass shower door.

After seven hours cooped up in the humid recording studio, he was more than due for a long shower.

Opening the cupboard beneath the sink, he grabbed a shower cap. The last thing he felt like doing tonight was washing his hair from scratch.

He was halfway through lathering soap over his stomach when he suddenly remembered his mother's dinner invitation to the new family next door.

With a groan, he dragged his hands down his face.

He wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize after such a long day. All he really wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep.

But he was hungry.

That alone ruled out hiding in his room until everyone had gone home.

After rinsing off, he shut off the water and slid open the glass shower door, letting the trapped humidity spill into the rest of the bathroom. A quick glance at the clock told him it was already nearing seven. Drying himself off, he swiped on some deodorant, pulled on a fresh set of clothes, and headed downstairs.

The smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked rolls drifted in from the kitchen, mixing with the familiar sounds of the house settling into the evening. Voices carried from somewhere down the hall as Katherine and Janet put the finishing touches on dinner.

Just as he reached the marble landing when the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through out the house.

"Ding dong"

He glanced towards the front entrance before deciding against answering it himself. "Moms got it" he muttered to no one imaprticular, turning to the living room instead.

He sunk into the sofa, with one hand laid across the back cushions just as he heard his mother's foot steps crossing the foyer.

The front door opened. And warm greeting s followed.

Katherine clapped her hands together putting them under chin, with a warm expression spread on her face.

"Welcome, welcome so glad you could make it!" She said putting her arms down as she spread the door opened

A womans voice came first. Strong and confident.

"Well of couse, thank you for having us Katherine" the woman said. "You have very lovely home" she added, before going in for a hug.

It was then followed by more voices joining in. An older man with a deep, friendly laugh, another woman thanking Katherine for the invitation, children speaking over one another.

Michael paid them no head.. That was until he heard another voice.

Soft.

Calm.

It was different from the others.

Without really thinking about it, he looked toward the foyer.

A family of five stepped inside.

The father entered after the mother, shaking Josephs hand. An older daughter lingered beside them, carrying a covered pie dish, while a younger boy craned his neck in every direction, trying to take in the enormous house.

And then there was you.

You paused just inside the doorway, quietly taking in your surroundings before offering Katherine a polite smile.

There was nothing particularly special about the moment.

You weren't trying to draw attention to yourself.

You simply... did.

Michael couldn't quite explain it.

Maybe it was the way you seemed both curious and slightly out of plac, or the quiet confidence that you carried yourself despite obviously being in an unfamiliar home.

Whatever it was, it caught his attention.

For the first time since leaving the studio, the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders eased just a little.

Katherine gestured toward the living room.

At the sound of bickering. Michael looked behind him to see all of his siblings clattering behind him, curious to see the company they had been anticipating seeing.

Upon their mother's entrance the whole lot seemed to straighten up, not wanting to catch her narrowed warning eye.

"These are our children" Joseph said with a proud ish smile, while spreading his arms show casing them to the company

They all waved and said their hellos.

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The initial introductions soon melted into easy conversation.

Katherine insisted everyone make themselves comfortable and before long the two families had settled into the spacious living room.

Joseph and your father naturally gravitated toward one another, discussing the neighborhood, work, and the rising cost of houses in Los Angeles.

Nearby, your mother and Katherine chatted as though they'd known each other for years, laughing and bonding over the things only mothers would understand.

Your little brother had somehow wandered over to Randy and Janet, the three of them already going at each other over a board game spread across the coffee table.

Your older sister listened politely as La Toya showed her a stack of family photo albums.

Michael remained seated on the opposite sofa, absentmindedly rolling the sleeve of his shirt between his fingers as he listened to the conversations around him.

Michael's attention drifted from the conversations around the room to your hands.

You'd been unconsciously rubbing the back of one with your thumb, trying to hide the cluster of fresh scrapes scattered across your knuckles and palm.

He tilted his head.

"I've got scratches just like those all over my arms," he said, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

Before you could respond, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a handful of faded scratches.

"They're all thanks to my dogs."

You couldn't help but smile.

Following his gaze down to your hands, you let out a quiet laugh.

"Mine aren't nearly as exciting."

"No?" He raised a brow.

"Nope" you replied, popping the 'P' " just a whole lot of boxes and being ridiculously accident prone" you added with a shy snort.

You didnt expect to get a reaction out of him , but he let out a genuine laugh.

"You too?" He asked

"Oh absolutely" you responded nodding your head.

Michael grinned, sitting back against the cushions.

" I fall over everything" he admitted. "im practically a giant walking bruise"

You laughed louder this time.

"I thought I was the only one."

"Definitely not."

After that, the conversations seemed never ending, topic after topic you two were cracking up like maniacs.

Across the room, Katherine noticed the two of you talking and smiled to herself before returning to her conversation.

After a good twenty minutes, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway.

The comfortable rhythm between you was interrupted only when one of the housemaids appeared in the doorway with a polite smile. informing Katherine that dinner was served.

Katherine clasped her hands together.

"Perfect timing," she beamed, rising from her seat. "Come on everyone. Before it gets cold."

The room stirred to life as conversations paused and everyone stood, making their way toward the dining room together. Michael waited until you'd fallen into step beside him before following the rest of the group, neither of you realizing that this simple dinner was the beginning of a friendship that would quietly shape the next two years of your lives.

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3 months later...

After that eventful dinner you two smiply couldn't stay away from each other.

It started innocently enough.

A quick chat over the fence while collecting the mail. A knock on your front door asking if you wanted to see the newest addition to the Jacksons' collection of animals.

An hour liong walk that somehow stretched into three.

Before long, spending time together had become second nature.

the two of you would wander Hayvenhurst beneath the glow of the streetlights. There was never a destination. Sometimes you'd walk around the block three or four times without realizing it, talking about everything from family drama and favorite cartoons to the most ridiculous conspiracy theories one of you had thought of.

Other nights, you'd find yourselves tucked away in the Jacksons home studio.

Michael would sit criss crossed in front of the mixing console while absentmindedly playing melodies on the piano asking your opinion on lyrics he hadn't shown anyone else yet.

"Hmm maybe you could try something else for the second verse" you'd say thoughtfully while braiding the two draw strings of your hoodie. "Its kind of repetitive"

He'd pause mid-note and stare at you. "..You know what?" he said after a beat, setting the pencil down.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I hate that you're right" he admitted, pointing at the page with a resigned sigh.

You'd grin victoriously, folding your arms. "I know."

"You could've pretended to like it" he muttered shaking his head as he reached for the paper again.

"And let you come outwith a mediocre song?" You shot back. "Nah I dont think so".

He'd laugh too, leaning back on his hands.

"No wonder I keep you around."

"You keep me around?" you repeated with your hand on you chest, pretending to look offended.

"You know what I meant" he said quickly, waving a hand.

"I don't think I do."

He narrowed his eyes at you, the smile tugging at his mouth ruined the effect.

"You are impossible."

"So I've been told" you said with a little shrug.

The teasing never stopped.

You two were inseparable. And if there was one thing that threatened your friendship, it wasn't an argument.

It was a llama.

Michael had spent an embarrassingly long time convining you to meet every single animal on the property, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement as he led you around.

"They're friendly" he'd promised, stopping beside the enclosure and resting both hands on the fence.

"You also said your snake was friendly" you reminded him eyeing the pen suspiciously.

"He is" Michael insisted, nodding with complete sincerity.

"Michael."

"I'm serious" he said, pressing a hand to his chest like he was offended that you'd doubt him.

Against your better judgment, you'd agreed.

The llama stared at you.

You stared back.

Its ears twitched, yours probably should've too, considering how uneasy you suddenly felt.

"I don't think he likes me" you muttered, taking a cautious step back.

"He loves everybody" Michael said confidently, leaning closer to the fence as if that would help his case.

The words had barely left his mouth before the llama leaned forward......

and spat directly into your face.

Silence.

Your eyes slowly blinked open. A thick strand of llama spit slid down your cheek. Michael pressed his lips together, his shoulders already beginning to shake.

"Don't" you warned, wiping at your face with a horrified expression.

His shoulders shook harder. "I'm trying" he said, voice already cracking.

He doubled over, clutching his stomach as tears streamed down his face, one hand braced against the fence while the other waved helplessly in the air.

"I cannot believe-" he gasped, trying and failing to get the words out.

Another fit of laughter cut him off.

"You said he loved everybody!" you exclaimed, pointing at him in disbelief.

"He usually does!" he wheezed, wiping at his eyes.

"Well clearly he missed the memo!" You lunged toward him.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes" you said, already breaking into a grin.

Michael took off running across the grass laughing so hard he could barely breathe while you chased him with handfuls of wet grass, determined to make him regret every second of finding the siuation amusing. He kept glancing back over his shoulder, nearly tripping over his own feet every few steps.

By the end of it, both of you had collapsed onto the lawn, exhausted and breathless.

"I hate your llama" you declared, staring up at the sky.

"He doesn't hate you" Michael said, still laughing as he rolled onto his side.

"He spat on me." You deadpanned.

"He's just... expressive" he said weakly, one hand over his face as he tried to calm down.

You turned to glare at him. He looked at your expression. Then laughed all over again.

You couldn't help it. Within seconds, you were laughing too, the sounds spilling out of both of you until your sides hurt.

It became one of those stories neither of you ever stopped bringing up.

࣪𖦹· ࣪𖦹· ࣪𖦹·

1980

One year later.

Michael had become used to your company.

Too used to it.

So when one of your older sister Marion's college friends started finding increasingly flimsy excuses to stop by your house, each visit somehow ending with him talking almost exclusively to you, Michael discovered a feeling he'd never had to confront before.

Jealousy.

The realization crept up on him slowly.

He noticed how often the guy stood a little too close, leaning in whenever you spoke.

How he'd laugh a little too loudly at your jokes, tossing his head back like you were the funniest person he'd ever met.

How you'd politely smile back, completely oblivious, your hands folded neatly in your lap while the conversation kept circling around you.

Michael hated it.

One afternoon, the four of you were sitting in your backyard when the man casually reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Michael's smile disappeared.

His stomach twisted.

For reasons he couldn't explain, his fingers curled tightly around the arm of his chair.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur.

He barely heard the conversations around him, only catching fragments while his mind kept replaying that small, infuriating gesture.

That night, lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, he finally admitted something he'd spent a year refusing to acknowledge.

He wasn't scared of losing his best friend.

He was scared of someone else falling in love with you first. And even more terrified that you might love them back.

From that day on, every late night walk, every shared laugh, every lingering glance carried a weight neither of you was ready to acknowledge.

That was unitl...

1981

The neighborhood was unusually quiet that evening.

Most of Hayvenhurst had settled down for the night. Porch lights glowing softly against the darkening sky. A warm breeze rustled the trees lining the sidewalks as the two of you wandered aimlessly, neither of you paying much attention to where your feet were taking you.

It was your routine.

One that had somehow survived two years.

Neither of you had ever suggested it. It had simply... happened.

Michael shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, absentmindedly kicking a pebble across the pavement before breaking the comfortable silence.

"I leave tomorrow" His voice was quieter than usual.

You nodded keeping your eyes on the sidewalk. "I know."

Neither of you spoke for a few moments.The silence wasn't uncomfortable.

It never had been.

It simply carried a different weight tonight.

"I'll miss this" you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips as you glanced over at him. "Walking around doing nothing."

Michael let out a soft chuckle."We're actually very productive."

"Oh?"

"Mhm."

He counted on his fingers dramatically.

"We solve the world's problems."

You smiled. "We definitely don't."

"We judge everybody's landscaping."

"..Okay, we do do that." You slowly nodded.

"And we spend at least twenty minutes trying to convince Muscles he's secretly a puppy." He added

You laughed, shaking your head. "He's still not a puppy."

"He could be."

"Michael."

"What?"

"He's twelve feet long." You argued.

"So?"

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder against his as the two of you continued walking.

"You know..." you said after a while, "it's going to be strange around here without you."

Michael looked over at you.

"What do you mean?"

You shrugged, trying to sound more casual than you felt."I don't know. I'm just used to you throwing pens on my balcony at ridiculous hours asking if I'm awake."

"I always ask politely."

"You whisper."

"I whisper politely."

A laugh escaped you despite yourself. Then your smile slowly faded.

"You'll probably be too busy for any of that now."

Michael frowned slightly. "What makes you think that?"

"You'll be traveling everywhere," you replied, keeping your gaze fixed ahead. "Meeting new people every night."

He studied your profile for a moment before speaking.

"..Is that what's bothering you?"

You hesitated. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of your top.

"It's silly."

"It doesn't sound silly."

You sighed quietly.

"I just..." You searched for the right words. "You're going to meet thousands of people."

'Thousands of women' you thought

"I've met thousands of people before."

"I know."

"And?"

You finally looked at him. "They're going to like you."

Michael blinked.

"I mean..." you continued, letting out a nervous laugh, "how could they not?"

For a second, he simply stared at you.

Then unexpectedly, he smiled. Not because he found it funny. But because everything suddenly made sense.

"You spent all this time worrying about that?"

You frowned a little, suddenly self conscious. "What else would I be worrying about?"

Michael slowed to a stop, turning fully toward you. The streetlight above them cast a soft glow over his face, catching the faint surprise in his eyes.

"I spent an entire year thinking Marion's friend was going to ask you out."

Your eyebrows shot up.

"What?"

"The guy who kept coming over." He said, rolling his shoulders. "The one who kept finding excuses to sit next to you."

"The one who tucked your hair behind your ear." Michael shook his head with a small laugh.

"I couldn't stand him."

You stopped walking altogether. "You were jealous?"

He looked down at the pavement before meeting your eyes again. "I was."

A smile slowly spread across your face. "Michael-"

"I thought you liked him."

You laughed in disbelief. "I thought you didn't even notice he existed."

"I noticed everything." The words landed between you, soft and certain.

Your breath caught. For a moment, neither of you moved. The realization settled in slowly, warm and terrifying all at once.

All this time.

Both of you had been quietly convincing yourselves the other person could never possibly feel the same way.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was standing. "Michael" you said again, quieter this time.

He looked at you like he was waiting for you to say something he had been hoping to hear for years.

So you did.

"I... like you."

The words came out small, almost shy, but they were enough to make his expression shift completely.

His shoulders loosened. His mouth parted slightly. Then, like he couldn't help it, he smiled.

"I know," he said softly.

You freaked out thinking that he didn't feel the same way, who says 'I know' to a confession like that.

You blinked. "You know?"

"I mean" he said, a little breathless now, "I know now."

Your face warmed instantly.

He let out a quiet laugh, then reached for your hands before you could overthink it. His fingers were cool against yours, careful as he turned your hands over in his, thumbs brushing lightly across your knuckles.

You looked down at them, then back up at him.

Michael's gaze flicked to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

"I like you too" he said.

The words were simple.

The effect was not.

Your heart gave a hard, startled thump.

"Yeah?" you asked, smiling despite yourself.

"Yeah."

He squeezed your hands gently as if to make sure this was real, as if he was still half afraid you might disappear if he held on too tightly.

Then he leaned in, slow enough that you could have pulled away if you wanted to.

You didn't.

The kiss was small and soft, barely there at all, just a little smooch pressed to the corner of your mouth, sweet and careful and almost disbelieving.

When he pulled back, he was smiling like he couldn't quite believe he'd done it.

You laughed under your breath, still holding his hands. "That was very brave of you."

Michael huffed a quiet laugh. "I was trying to be cool."

"You were not cool."

"I was absolutely cool."

You tilted your head, still smiling. "You were nervous."

"I was not nervous."

"You were."

He gave you a look, but it was ruined by the grin tugging at his mouth. "Maybe a little."

You squeezed his hands, your thumbs brushing over his fingers now. "Good" you said softly. "Because I was too."

That made him laugh for real this time, low and warm, and he leaned forward again not for another kiss.. not yet, just enough to rest his forehead lightly against yours for a second.

The street was still quiet.

The night was still warm.

But everything between you had changed.

A/n: Ahh I changed up my dialogue style a little bit🫠 hope yall like it.

Michael was sitting front row his eyes concealed behind his iconic ray bans along with all of his emotions, wich was a good thing.

Because naturally an eyeroll or two definitely made their way to his eyes, given the fact tgat he was sat in his chair for almost two hours, forced to listen to all those fake and insincere acceptance speeches that kept piling on, one after the other.

So the minute they mentioned a commercial break, he sprung up a little too quickly alarming his two body guards that were sitting on either side of him, who immediately followed suit and checked the surrounding area for any loitering fans that could have gotten past the barricade.

Once they gave michael the green light he made a beeline for the big silver doors that would lead him to a long carpeted hallway with a rest room sign towards the end, glowing as if it were a place of respite sent from above.

..

Meanwhile you were pacing in your dressing room In front the unpolished mirror, surley creating a hole on the fluffy pink pug that they had placed there not knowing that the once soft, feathery material would turn into a matted mess from the sweat of a particular singers feet.

You wore a black silk miniskirt and a matching top, the neckline adorned with gold embroidery that shimmered beneath the lights. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully against your skin, while the cut of the outfit highlighted your toned legs and the hours of rehearsals that had sculpted your figure.

Your heels were thrown near the door not wanting to wear them until you heard your cue to leave the now cursed room. That seemed to be shrinking with every shakey breath you took. As you thought of performing infront of a thousand people and live television.

Getting an idea, you closed your eyes, remembering what your older sister said to you on the phone earlier.

"Just focus on one person and do what you do best baby love"

The idea seemed simple, but actually going through with it is going to be a tedious task thats for sure.

Your train of thought was abruptly cut short by a knock at the dressing room door.

"Y/N, you've got two minutes before you're due on stage."

Ned, your manager's voice carried easily through the heavy door, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of papers shuffling in his hands. He was probably going over schedules for the hundredth time that day.

"Coming!" you called back.

You hurriedly made your way to the door after slipping on your heels, and opened it before he could mange to knock again. Knowing the sound of his dry knuckles hitting the white wood of the door was going to be your last straw.

"Alright im ready.." you said while flattening out your skirt with you hands.

"what do you think" you asked Ned, who was already staring at you , completely transfixed on you.

"Ned?"

"I might be gay," he announced suddenly, "but damn, girl."

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "Thank you... I think?" You said smiling "gosh your just like every other man, huh?" You teased when you saw his eyes linger on your cleavage.

"Nah I just appreciate a good tit when I see one" he said with a joking straight face, a little smile creeping through.

You loved Ned, he was definitely one of the only people who understood you completely. From the first day you two met, you immediately bonded over everything from purses to butt lifts and which celebrity had the worst one.

" Now come on, you're gonna miss your cue" he said, pulling you down the dark hallway to what seemed like your doom.

You stopped infront of huge black separator wall that was split down the middle by a tiny line of light.

That being the only thing standing between you and the large crowd of fans and musicians on the other side.

The prickly feel of the make up artists brush on you cheek was what brought you back to reality. You shook your head ridding yourself from all the negative thoughts and immediately went into professional mode.

After your touch up. You settled into your starting position. Your back to the crowd, both hands on your hips as you stood with your feet apart, one knee turned slightly outward. The pose made you seem taller, bolder, impossible to ignore.

The booming voice of the host cut through the crowds incoherent chatter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next performer has taken the world by storm. With chart topping hits, record breaking sales, and a voice that has captivated millions across the globe.

Please join me in welcoming the incredible, the sensational... Y/N!"

That's when the two walls parted.....

....

Michael was walking back to the main event area in a sluggish demeanor trying to think of anything other than that suffocating chair he was on his way back to.

Just as his hands reached for the door, he heard a familiar melody drifting through the walls.

His heart nearly stopped.

He knew that song.

And he definitely knew that voice.

Gripping the metal bar, he pushed the door open. His head snapped toward the stage almost instantly.

There you were.

With both hands planted confidently on your hips, you strutted toward the center of the stage, the spotlight following your every move. The nerves that had been threatening to overwhelm you moments ago faded.

Without even realizing it, Michael began making his way back to his seat.

And the entire time, his eyes never left you.

Not for a second.

He barely acknowledged the people greeting him as he slipped through the rows. A few called his name. One reached for his shoulder.

Michael hardly noticed.

He was too busy watching you.

From the stage, you caught sight of movement near the front rows. Your eyes landed on a head of dark curls. Making his way to his seat while staring at you so intensely it almost made you miss the beginning of your song.

Your sister's advice suddenly echoed in your head.

Pick one person. Just one.

So you did.

The second Michael settled into his seat, you locked onto him.

"A few weeks ago..."

"I saw you front row..."

The words left your lips effortlessly.

Michael's breath hitched.

For a terrifying moment, it looked as though he might actually climb onto the stage.

Instead, he leaned forward in his seat, a grin threatening to break across his face as he kept his eyes fixed on you.

There you were.

" And my heart stopped at the sight (ooh, yeah)"

"Thought you were solo (thought you were solo)"

"But you got a girl, though (but you got a girl, though)"

He did, but he would drop her in a heartbeat for you.

"And my life ain't been the same."

...

By the chorus, you brought your eyes back to Michael. Who was already staring at you.

your heart was pounding so hard you were sure the microphone would pick it up. Yet somehow, the nerves had transformed into something else entirely.

Tension.

"But just before I go (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh)"

"There's something you should know"

"And boy, I"

Wrapping you arms around your waist in a sensual way you began again.

"I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

"I'd give this, give this to you nine-to-five, five-to-nine"

You had to change the lyrics from pussy to something a little more award show friendly.

"Tryin' to behave, but I'm feelin' some type of (way) way"

"That just ain't me"

Safe to say you were still processing the fact that THE king of pop was watching you perform. And the he actually seemed to be enjoying himself.

A little too much.

Michael leaned toward the bodyguard seated on his right, never taking his eyes off the stage.

"Can you make sure my people get in contact with her team?" he asked, trying, and failing to sound casual.

The bodyguard immediately rose from his seat.

"Yes, of course, sir."

Michael watched him for a moment before the man turned to the other guard, exchanging a quick glance to make sure everything would be fine while he stepped away.

Only then did Michael settle back into his seat.

Or at least, he tried to.

His attention drifted straight back to the stage.

Back to you.

The performance was nearing its end, yet somehow he found himself dreading the final note. For weeks, your voice had occupied a corner of his mind. Now that he was seeing you in person, hearing you sing only a few yards away, he couldn't imagine simply walking out and returning to his normal routine.

Not without meeting you first.

Not without finding out whether the connection he felt was entirely one sided or if those lingering glances from the stage had meant something after all.

.....

Two days after your performance, you were sat inside your private sauna. Melting away all the stress from the weekend from your body and mind.

When the door suddenly slid open. Revealing your older sister holding your niece in her arms, smiling like a maniac.

"Something just came for you" she said wiggling her eyebrows.

" Cant this wait until after im done?" You said with deep and tired sigh, dragging your hands over your sweaty face.

"Noooo, come onnn I promise youre gonna freak" she said, taking her unoccupied arm and pulling you out from your place of refuge.

You had one hand on your towel, trying to keep it from falling as you were being dragged to the main entrance of your house.

Once you got there you saw a beautiful flower arrangement that consisted of your favourite white roses and some other blush coloured flowers, placed on your center table. The petals shining due to chandeliers reflection overhead.

"Oh emma these are so beautiful" you exasperated placing your hand on your heart. "Who are they from, my gosh!"

"Check the card baby love" she said, with a knowing smile.

Confused, you picked up the card that was nestled in between all the pretty flowers, and scanned it quickly, a large smile spread across your face.

-○Congratulations on an incredible performance.

You have a truly special gift, and it was a pleasure watching you shine.

Congratulations on your awards, you deserved every one of them.

P.S. I hope you don't mind, but I remembered you mentioning in one of your songs that you liked white roses.

I'd love to talk sometime.

MJ

(555) 123-4567 •

Putting down your niece, your sister came up to you and grasped your arm "See! I told you, He's totally into you."

" relax Em hes just being friendly it doesn't mean anything" you said lowering your hand with the card still clutched tightly.

"Girl he gave you his NUMBER, miss me with that "just friendly" bullshit " she said crossing her arms.

" hes married." You deadpanned.

"SO?" She said said putting her arms down before adding "that marriage is in shambles, trust me he wants your cookie" shimmying her shoulders towards you.

"Okaay jesus" you stepped back from her. "Ill call him." Holding your hand up before she got too excited "only to thank him though" you added.

"Okay so call him" she said pointing to the phone on the hook behind me.

"No, later. I don't want to seem desperate" you rubbed your arm, smiling sheepishly.

The conversation ended there.

Mostly because your niece became more interested in attempting to eat the card from you hands than the adults discussing it.

But throughout the rest of the day, the bouquet remained on that table.

Impossible to ignore.

And every single time you passed it, your eyes drifted toward the number.

By late evening, you had convinced yourself you weren't calling.

By ten o'clock, you were considering it.

By ten thirty, you were pacing your bedroom.

And by ten forty-five, you had already punched in every number except the last. The tiny green display glowed back at you. daring you to finish what you had started. Your finger lingered above the final button the doubt returning once again.

One conversation.

That was all.

Nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed call.

The ringing began immediately.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

You were already preparing yourself for voicemail when the line clicked.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then came the soft sound of someone picking up.

"Hello?"

Your heart immediately dropped into your stomach.

He answered.

A/n: heres a lil sum sum I wrote todayy. I hope you like ittt.

You have been working as a lyric composer for Michael, for about a year and a half. And you have never felt more at ease working for someone like you did with him. Some might even say that your relationship is not the most professional.

 But you begged to differ.

Just because you would curl up in next to him with your worn out journal propped up on your bent knees. Intoxicated by the smell of his cologne and musky deodorant while writing. Or that he would rub your shoulders when you were feeling tense and frustrated, slowly lowering his huge, calloused hands carefully to the small of your back.

It was nothing. Just innocent, maybe not the most professional, but still innocent .

So even when you felt some tension during your long writing sessions. You just brushed it off as nothing but exhaustion from staying up late. And that he sees you as nothing more than a young driven woman who is willing to do anything to jump start her career as a musician.

But what you didn’t know was, Michael couldn’t help but at ogle at your every move. They way you would sway your hips to a rhythm you approved of.

They way you would bite your lip with your gem studded teeth, when he frustrated you with his many interjections.

And today? Today was no exception.

 every time you bent over and reached for the farthest buttons on the mixer that he had set up in his private home studio.

 His eyes would trail from the two dimples on your smooth, shiny back. To the outline of your perfectly sculpted pussy, in those tight micro cotton shorts that left little to the imagination and just marvel at the sight.

Michael had to physically hold himself back from tearing the flimsy barrier blocking him from what he wanted the most, and cupping you, knowing that his hand would be a perfect fit.

He of course felt a slight guilt when staring at you knowing he was a married man and expecting his first child.

But he just couldn’t help but feel his slacks tightening at his crotch anytime you were parading near him in your usual teasing manner. And besides he wasn’t getting any sexual relief from that relationship. It was just a practical match.

You were working on a beat that you thought would fit the lyrics you came up with earlier this week when u heard Michael sighing, so you turned around wanting to ask what his perfectionist self was bothered by now.

 But in doing so you accidentally knocked over the half empty soda can that was sitting on the mixing table abandoned almost seven hours ago. You looked to where the spillage had gone to and was shocked to see the darkened spot on the inner thigh of Michael’s pants.

He was clearly taken aback. Wiping the dazed look off his face and looking to down to see what had happened. He let out a relieved sigh after seeing it was just soda and not a result of his erotic fantasies about you.

“Oh-“ you giggled softly ” sorry, let me get you a tissue or something” you said, as you walked over to your bag rummaging through it looking for something to help clean up the mess you caused.

“don’t worry about it, its alright” he said, watching you digging in your purse.

He was dabbing the cherry soda adorned spot with his long fingers carefully, trying to avoid the sensitive area that was throbbing erratically under the confinements of his briefs because of you, but you were none the wiser.

 ”No- really you don’t have-” you cut him off ” No no- uhm. OH, I found something!” you smiled triumphantly, as you pulled out a what you thought was a napkin from a restaurant.

 You walked over to him and crouched down in front him as innocently as possible, and you immediately could smell the distant but delicious smell of lightly carbonated cherry syrup.

“Here let me help you” you said, smiling shyly up it him. Your lip gloss left a string as your lips parted in focus. And he had to push down any thoughts of that being his cum, spilling out of your mouth.

Just as you started tapping the area lightly, you felt him wriggle a little, but didn’t think much of it.

That is until you heard him hiss and so you looked up at him through your thick lashes, checking to see if he was okay. “Are you alrig-“ You were shocked to see that he had his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“oh” you said Flustered, suddenly feeling a hot flash in between your legs at the sight of him. You made your move to stand up, but he pulled you down again.

You felt your face heat up when you noticed that you were face to face with a noticeable tent.

A very LARGE tent.

“No- keep going” he said hurriedly, but when he noticed how that sounded, he added,” there’s no way I’m getting that out myself.” chuckling lowly.

 Smiling down at you. Michael knew that he was testing his patience and will power having you in between his legs like this.

” Y-yeah sure don’t worry, I’ve had a lot of experiences getting stain-” you rambled on while unfolding the ‘Napkin’ to the non-soaked side, when you noticed...

Lace.

 It was your emergency thong that you had put in your purse a week ago, forgetting about it.

 You unravelled the tangled red stained white fabric holding it up, feeling heat crawl up your neck. You looked up to see Michael staring at you with a dumbfounded look on his face.

This was his last straw. Seeing you kneeling in front of him like this holding onto the lacy material he wished you were wearing at the moment.

Soda and all, so that he could suck it off your clothed cunt.

Just as you were about to stuff it behind your back, kind of embarrassed. Michael let out a hand stopping you. “No” he shook his head coyly” come up here” he patted to his thigh assertively.

You had sat on his lap before on multiple occasions. Like when the car was full and you had to make do with the space you had.

 Or when he would usher you onto him so he could show you how to precisely move the different keys on the board to his liking with hands on yours.

But this.... this was different

With your thong in hand. You used his legs to lift your body up slowly. With every inch you rose up. you felt a shift in the air. “mike-” you breathed out when you were finally face to face with him.

Your mouths were inches apart. Both breathing heavily at the newfound sensation you two were experiencing.

You didn’t even make it onto his lap.

He engulfed your occupied hand into his big one and lifted it up to his face. He looked at the piece of lace and slowly brought your Intertwined hands to the place where he needed you most.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled quietly, his lips hovering over yours. Only close enough to smell the fruitiness of the gloss you had on.

You tried to respond with your words but failed entirely. So instead, you closed the small gap between the two of you. Finally relishing at the taste of him on your tongue.

Michael felt himself hesitating slightly. A thousand thoughts running through his head about how this situation could affect both your lives if it were to ever leave this now sacred room.

 But when he felt you melting into him, he forgot everything and held the back of your neck  with his free hand.

His fingers were definitely going to leave a mark, however you could careless about that. You actually revelled at the thought of him marking you up.

You let out a sigh of content against his mouth, when you felt him rocking his hips into your interlocked hands, soothing the ache of his throbbing cock.

 Itching to relieve him “can I take this off?” you whimpered into his mouth, while fumbling with the buttons that stood between you and what you wanted most.

He grasped your hand looking at you with his blown out pupils” fuck- are you sure about this?” he asked breathlessly his tongue sweeping his now glossy lips. Instead of answering him, you opened your mouth taking his tongue in your mouth. Earning a guttural moan from him.

You broke the kiss. Strings of saliva trying to keep the two of you connected. slowly, you went down on your knees while maintaining eye contact.

 You started to take off his pants, him helping you by lifting his hips so you could get it all they way off. Once you did, you were pleasantly surprised to see the pre cum that was seeping through the fabric of his white Hanes briefs.

You bowed your head licking the wet patch, relishing at the taste of the fabric filtered saltiness. He spasmed grabbing a handful of your hair, scratching your scalp while doing so.

 you pulled at the elastic of his underwear impatiently. Wanting to feel the girth of him in your mouth and in between your hands.

Once freed. his dick sprung up from its confinements, lightly slapping your bruised lips. You ran your thumb over his shiny slit that was still leaking, earning a sharp hiss from him.

You slowly started to kiss up from the thick fleshy base all the way to the curved top of his pulsating dick. Wrapping your lips around the tip slowly sucking at it. Michael had to hold himself from thrusting his member down your throat.

You hallowed your cheeks as you lowered your mouth onto his length. With his hands on your head, you looked up at him just to see that he was already staring at you with a lustful look in his eyes. Urging you to move, he gently started directing your head up and down his shaft.

Once you found the speed and angle that had him bucking up at your face, you took your thong clad hand and started taking what ever you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hands.

“Fuck- just like that…oh y-yeah” he moaned at the feeling of the lace scraping his dick, creating a nice contrast with the velvet of your warm mouth.

Noticing the lack of stimulation. You took your unoccupied hand of his hairy thigh and reached down to fondle his heavy balls Massaging them.

 Just when Michael felt his abdomen tightening, he whined out “f-f-fuck I’m going to-” but he was cut short, taken aback by the sudden absence of you mouth and the sound of a 'pop'.

“No baby, please I was so close” he whimpered Trying to get his cock into the hole you had shaped with your hand, thrusting his hips up but to no avail.

You stood up from your previous position and brought his hand to your clothed cunt. He breathed out a sigh at the feeling of your soaked heat through your shorts.

“Oh but look at how wet I am” you pouted,” that’s not fair” looking down at him with your eyebrows furrowed in mock frustration.

Looking at you teasingly he slid his hand into your shorts.

No underwear.

He almost came just at the thought of you walking around him all day with nothing on but the flimsy fabric of your skin tights shorts.

He cupped your pussy and pulled you towards him. The friction of his palm against your aching clit caused your leg to tremble slightly. He used his other hand to slide the light grey material down your legs.

the sight of his hands stuffed in your cunt was enthralling to say the least. and he wanted nothing but to ruin you. So he wasted no time, pulling your bare pussy onto his aching cock.

At first, you both just sat there in silence basking in the pleasure. Staring at each other speaking the words you couldn’t say out loud with your eyes.

He grasped your hip and slowly started sliding you back and forth on his shaft. spreading a trail of almost see through cream all over him.

A mix of moans and pants could be heard by anyone walking past the room. But neither of you cared. Infact the whole idea seemed… exciting.

Craning his neck to look at you, he saw the way your lips parted, letting out the most erotic pants and whines.

He brought his eyes down to your chest and saw how hypnotizing your tits looked and moved as you grinded on him. So with the left over energy he had, he took of your cropped shrug jacket off, tugging the neckline of the halter top you had underneath down. exposing your already pebbled nipples to the cold air of the studio.

Although he wanted to thirst over the swell of your breasts for a little while longer, He impatiently popped the right nipple into his salivating mouth, lapping his tongue around it intensely. Like if he were to stop it would disappear.

  With your hands in his hair, you tightened your grip the minute you felt the tightness in your lower belly starting to burst “Oh- f-fu I think ”  you spluttered out, grinding onto him faster chasing the high you’ve been craving.

“c’mon baby- let go for me” Michael said with a bruised lip after finally letting go of your nipples with a pop. And instead he took them in between his fingers,  twisting and pulling at the sensitive buds.

That being the last push you needed, had you biting his shoulder muffling your loud moans. You slowly stopped moving, but Michael wasn’t having it.

He wanted to see his ropes of cum painting your puffy cunt as you shook on top of him.

Pushing your oversensitive clit harder on to his cream covered cock, had him rolling his head back as he felt his balls tightening. He quickly moved you farther down his lap, almost to his knees and spread your weakened legs open.

Stroking his length in a an almost practised fashion” I’m gonna paint this pretty pussy. Yeah?” you nodded your head repeatedly stuck in a state of pleasure you never knew was possible “gonna make you mine” he added breathlessly.

And with that he came. Angling it towards you, ropes of cum shooting at your cunt and lower belly.

He hurriedly pulled your body closer, rubbing the tip of his cock all over you slit. Lathering up all the cum and crowning you making sure all of his seed found home inside your tight cunt.

 After a few minutes of heavy breathing. With the head of his length still inside you both breathed out a laugh when you looked at each other.

” wanna go again?” he suggested, slightly smirking .