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“I missed you.” Michael mumbles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer.

You giggle again as you’re so close to sitting on his lap now, “I’ve been around you all day.” You reply, and he shrugs, “I can’t miss my wife? My beautiful-” he cuts himself off by leaning down to the side of your neck and giving you a peck. “Beautiful wife?” He mumbles and covers the back of your neck with kisses, the softness of his mouth making your heart jump.

You lean your back on his chest, his hands resting on your stomach as yours stay on top. “You can miss me whenever you like.” You whisper, you turn your head up to stare at his jaw, and your fingers come up to it.

Rubbing it slowly, Michael looks down at you, his heart beating faster as he gulps. “Is it okay if I show you how much I’ve been missing you, now?” He rasps out and leans closer, his lips brushing over yours, and the two of you smile.

“Yes.” You graze your lips against his. Michael squeezes your waist as he finally kisses you. His tongue pushes in your mouth, moving around the tip of your tongue as he sucks on it.

You whimper and sigh as he bites your bottom lip before helping you lean forward on the counter. Michael leans against you and slides everything to the mirror and the wall. He stands and pushes his chair back, his eyes glance at your ass, and he licks his bottom lip at the way your dress accentuates your curves. Michael’s veiny right hand comes over to the zipper of your dress and pulls it down slowly, “So beautiful, look at yourself.” He almost moans out and applies pressure against your ass from his crotch.

“Michael.” You sigh and lean your head down, your panties soaked from earlier when you watched him get ready and practice. Everything else is not helping you at all.

“Come on, baby, look at yourself when I take care of you.” He chuckles, you whine and look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

Your dress falls on the ground, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side while Michael brings his hands to his pants and shuffles them down with his boxers. Your heart beats faster as you now stare at yourself in the mirror, your boobs on top of the counter, as your right hand grips the edge of the counter to prepare yourself.

Michael wraps his hand around his dick, the soft grunts he makes while his thick, smooth hand pumps his dick over your lace panties.

You bite your bottom lip and move your body from side to side, teasing him as pre-cum spills out from his tip, coating his fingers a little. “Look at what you do to me.” He moans, Michael then looks back at you with a nervous expression and gulps. “I uh, forgot to bring condoms, do you have any in your purse?” The confidence in his voice falters, and you shake your head no.

“I forgot too.” You whisper, you glance over your left shoulder to look at him better. “We can do this without one, if you’re up to it?” Your voice carries a gentleness that only turns him more.

Michael nods slowly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, baby.” You smile and look back at the mirror, his hands move to your panties and roll them down.

The slickness from your pussy covers it. He watches it drop at your ankles, resting on your heels. “Goddamn mama.” He rasps.

Bringing his middle and index finger to slide up your folds, you shiver while your breath hitches. Michael pushes his right knee against your thighs to keep you open, and his thumb teases your soaked pussy. “Prettiest thing and it’s all mine to love.” Michael salivates at the sight, his dick brushes against the back of your thigh, making you press into the counter.

“Shit, Michael, don’t tease me, we barely have time.”  You whine, he smirks while his middle finger slips in your pussy, riding it up and down carefully, seeing and feeling your twitches. “That’s my problem to worry about; yours is nothing.”

Leaning on you, Michael’s lips brush over your right ear. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, mama.” He reminds you and rests his left hand on your left shoulder. 

Michael’s right hand moves to his dick and aligns it against your hole. The two of you moan, and Michael rests his forehead on your back as he inserts his dick inside. Your gummy walls pulsate hard around him, sucking him as he slowly pushes his length all the way in. 

The two of you take a deep breath, and Michael looks up, staring at you in the mirror. “That’s it, pretty girl, how does it feel?” He whispers, his lips drag wet kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

You moan and clear your throat, “Feels good.” You moan, and Michael nods as his mouth opens a little. His teeth dig into your skin lightly and carefully while his tongue licks up, sucking on you. Michael then rests his right hand on your stomach as he gives you deep, heavy strokes. 

Michael’s thick dick stretches you out with each thrust, deep breaths leaving from both of you, while his chest presses into your back. 

With his skilled hips, he rolls into you, and the wetness of your pussy becomes sticky with his pre-cum, loud sounds of skin meeting fill the room. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You gasp and grip the counter. Michael bites on your shoulder before kissing you, and your pussy tightens around him while you squirm. Each thrust becomes harder and deeper than the last. 

Michael keeps a rhythm with you, and the minute you get quiet, he ruins it to hear your moans again. 

Sliding his right hand down your stomach, you gasp as Michael’s middle finger slips onto your clit, “You can take me, come on. I believe in you, mama.” He mumbles and shifts slightly, each thrust hitting your g-spot. His middle finger rubs over your clit gently. Michael smirks as he feels you push yourself against him, forcing his dick to go in deeper. 

Both of you moan, and your chest rises up and down fast while your nipples brush against the table. “Oh Mikey— oh fuck, you’re in so deep, baby.” 

You and Michael lock eyes in the mirror, forcing him to quicken his pace. His hips push forward, harder, keeping his dick buried in between your wet folds. The pressure makes you tremble while his tip coats your walls. 

Michael moves his hands to your waist, gripping it hard as it helps him keep you both steady. The counter shakes, and miscellaneous things begin to fall, but you both are so distracted by each other to care.

Michael groans deeply, “Come on, baby, make me proud.” He begs and begins to whimper, hitting you with stronger thrusts, getting you close to the edge with it. You nod and lean your head down, pressing your mouth on your forearm. Michael brings his hand up under your chin and makes you raise your head up. “Uh-uh, don’t repress yourself, let me hear you loud and clear.” Your pussy grips him from that sentence alone. Michael laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Moan with me, makes me know you like being filthy too.” He teases, and you whine, your eyes look at your neck, seeing the many bruises his lips and teeth gave you, mentally noting you’re going to have to cover them up soon. 

Michael stays inside you, the burning in his stomach coming in strong as he feels so close. He doesn’t let up from you, not even for a second. Your movements, however, grow lazy, allowing Michael to fully take control. “I got you, s’okay baby.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek, you

nod and moan, “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. “I know, I know, sweet thing. I feel you, shit, you feel good.” 

The feeling is relentless for you both, your body shaking as you try to keep up with Michael as he fucks you a bit rougher now. You whimper out his name, “Cum for me, mama. S’okay, I got you taken care of, you know this.” He begs, the way his voice gets so soft, even with the bass in it, make your choke out a moan. 

With a few more strokes in you, Michael finally pushes you over the edge as your cum covers his tip, drooling down his member. He groans deeply and lays his lips on your shoulder-blade while he slows down. It hurts so good for both of you. Your pussy feels hot now, and Michael gives you a couple more thrusts before giving you a heavy release. 

Michael’s cum shoots inside you, and his body jerks repeatedly before he goes limp. Slowly pulling out of you, his eyes darken at the way his cum and yours drip down your thighs, your pussy swollen and trembling. Michael’s right hand rubs his dick a little, hand getting sticky as he squats down. 

Resting both big hands on your ass cheeks, he opens them up and licks at your pussy, the vibration of his moans making you lean into his face.

“Mmmh.” You moan and giggle, Michael smirks and rubs his mouth side to side against your sensitive pussy, the taste and smell of you covering him. You squirm on his face, his nose and mouth feeling like a remedy. Michael moves away from you, his mouth covered with cum and drool. You look down at him, seeing the dazed look on his face. 

You and Michael breathe heavy as the two of you smile at each other. “You okay over there, Mr. Jackson?” You smile, Michael smirks, and licks his lips. “Got my meal and dessert, of course I am.” He happily states and stands up. Your eyes immediately look at his dick, soft now. 

You scoff and laugh, “I can’t believe we did that shit.” You look at him in the mirror as he grabs some tissues and shrugs, smirking away. “We’ve done it in riskier places.” He reminds you, and you hum.

Michael wipes himself first as you pull out more tissues for him to use on you. “You ready for your performance now?” You ask, and the two of you pause and smile at each other before laughing. “As long as I got your attention.” He mumbles and bites his bottom lip. You lick yours and nod, “You got it, keeping it is the real challenge.” You whisper.

Michael hums and tosses the used tissues in the trash by the counter. He leans in closer, letting his dick brush over your ass, lips ghosting against your ear. “I think I got that under control.” He mutters, and you look down, nodding. Michael kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you look up, and the two of you stare at yourselves in the mirror.

he had an unspoken thought that maybe this time his touring experience would be different. it wasn't. it was slightly worse—he was unbearably lonely. bill was there; the crew he spent hours and more hours rehearsing with was there. but he still felt withdrawn around them.

on sleepless nights he would recollect all the memories he had with you—constantly evoking your ghost to his mind. you unconsciously became his personal comfort.

a bad idea if he was being honest.

he ended his last concert with overwhelming relief. he was finally going home. his home wasn't hayvenhurst since the release of bad—it was the neverland ranch. it would be better. he didn't have any memories with you there. the paparazzi were all over him while the security guys were on his back. he got inside the car. he attempted to take off his sunglasses—but the flashes were still there. it was better to keep them.

“thank you, bill”

“no need to thank me, joker”

“did you find some news about her? the last time i heard of her she was graduating from college—”

“she’s very well, joker. she really is a great girl”

he was aware of that fact.

you were a great girl. a great best friend, a great… a great person.

there was a line that he couldn't cross. one that he messed up. it was easier for him to pretend that nothing happened. he would hold his feelings inside a locker if that were possible. he tapped his fingers on the window, watching the sky through the brown lenses of his glasses. he roughly bit his lower lip, tasting the blood from it.

“mike, i need to tell you something about her—”

“i don't wanna know, bill, we have nothing in common anymore. she was just a good friend”

“but mike—”

“i called lisa last night, we're going to las vegas next week.”

“she’s a pretty woman. but she is still married to that guy, isn't she?”

“they are going to divorce soon, bill”

“alright… do whatever you want to, son”

son. a word with only three letters—joseph didn't call him son. but bill would do it with love. that was when he felt the disappointed tone in bill's voice, and he closed his eyes. even if he was still wearing sunglasses—michael wanted to avoid looking at the blasting disappointment in bill's face. he shifted his eyes to his hand.

he thought of you. it was inevitable. thinking about you was as easy as breathing.

you must be reaching your dreams. you always dreamed of becoming a teacher. you were always good with people. a smile crossed his face with the thought of you and it faded away as quickly as it came.

the gates of neverland opened for the car. and he saw her—lisa marie, the woman he had a friendship with. their relationship was different—she understood him; not him entirely. but they could relate through experiencing fame at such a young age.

lisa marie was a pretty woman and a great mom.

still something inside him knew the truth.

she could never be you.

“i heard that you were arriving today. i had to come to see you, i hope that's not a problem.”

“don't worry, baby, are you excited for our trip?”

he held her hand like he used to do with you. he made her laugh every minute.

he told her how much he wanted children. how much he wanted his own family.

but that inner voice—it didn't go away. it haunted him. when he was sleeping. when he was awake. when he was eating. it should be you. it should be you. it should be you. it should be you. it should be you.

he could only think of you.

the last day before going to vegas was the worst. he dreamed of you—you were beautiful. with a pretty smile. he was holding your hand and you were… with a large belly and laughing about something. telling him options for the name of your baby with him.

he caressed your belly and the little human kicked his hand.

it felt real.

it felt so damn real.

he tried to call you, to the same old number that was recorded in his core. it didn't work. maybe you weren't home.

but lisa called him in the morning.

he was going to vegas.

las vegas, present day

the night in las vegas was different. it was when the city was awake—and in this city full of people none of them realized he was there. a true blessing. however, he was trying to be there, because emotionally his thoughts were already flooded by you and only you.

he had rented out a restaurant to have an appropriate date with lisa. an italian restaurant in vegas sounded good. lisa was laughing at something that he said. and he? he was thinking… about the dream.

“mike? are you feeling alright?” her voice awoke him from his lethargy.

“yes… i’m sorry, baby. i’m not used to this jet lag yet” he forced a smile. he could feel his heart aching.

what was he doing? he was so sure that he would forget you. that you would become just a memory. but he didn't. he thought of you every single day.

lisa took his hand, and gently looked at him. he didn't pay any attention to her words:

“don't worry, mike! uh… i want to introduce you to a couple of friends. i met the husband first, he was a good lawyer and recently he got married. his wife is such a charming girl, and she's already expecting a baby!”

“oh, that's nice! really nice!” he swore he was trying his best. and he hoped his voice didn't out him.

“they are having a late honeymoon—i didn't want to interrupt them. but i thought it would be nice if you met them…”

“don't worry, baby. what if you call them now? we could have dinner together”

she did as he said. it was a warm night. they were eating a delicious pasta. lisa looked at him with a beam in her eyes, a timid look hiding behind her intoxicated laugh. he felt his throat closing up, the discomfort growing inside him. your ghost was there. with him. he felt guilty for being with another woman who was not you.

he couldn't stand it anymore. he would be honest with lisa marie. he would tell her he was in love with you.

“mike! there they are! look at your belly, you look so beautiful…” he stopped listening when he saw you. you weren't a ghost. you were real. made of flesh and blood. he smelled your perfume—and he swore he would be able to recognize it from miles away. it was a strange feeling. you didn't acknowledge his presence. but your husband did. he seemed like a perfect white-collar man, exactly how a lawyer should look.

you were the pregnant woman.

you were the woman married to a lawyer.

and you were the woman who was his solace in his lonely nights.

“man, i can't believe that! lisa, are you dating michael jackson? that's insane!”

he shook your husband's hand.

and he hugged you. it wasn't an intimate hug. you didn't even touch him. but the brush of your bare arms against his arms was enough to cause him a shock.

the night went on.

you didn't talk too much and neither did he. lisa tried to bring him into the conversation, but it was useless. he couldn't.

his mind was surrounded by questions. when did you get married? when did you get pregnant? when did you stop being his?

bill. that was what bill was probably trying to say. that you were no longer the girl he knew. that this girl only existed in his memories.

you gently caressed your belly through the night. the ring on your right hand was a big diamond. your husband held your hand across the table. he looked at you with such devotion. and michael realized that you did exactly the same.

it was in the little things.

the way your husband easily had access to your touch. the way he knew your favorite pasta or how you whispered things only to your husband. a hint of emotion displayed on michael's face but he bottled it up. it was jealousy.

because he had never gotten so close to you as your husband did. only in that single time. that you kissed him and he tasted your lips. the whole situation felt like he was being repeatedly punched in the gut.

lisa and your husband were already drunk. they were standing at the bar talking about the presley estate. sometimes lisa looked at him. and he gave her a double wink.

it was only you and him at the table. you never glanced at him. he didn't know what possessed him to say:

“can i touch it?” his voice was a murmur among their laughs. you took maybe three minutes to positively nod in his direction. he was now by your side. if he had to guess, he would have said you were maybe six months pregnant.

“give me your hand, mike” for the first time that night your words were directed to him. you grabbed his hand, placing it on the top of your large belly.

he melted inside. it was like his dream.

and then he felt the kicks on his hand. it wasn't his baby. it was your baby. but that somehow didn't change the powerful emotion that touched him. it was beautiful.

“i always knew you would be a good mom”

“thank you” your voice brought him a sense of security. even if your tone was a bit dry. he realized how much he had missed you.

“i really meant it”

“michael… you don't need to pretend, ok? it's me and you now. you don't need to pretend you care about me.”

your words were raw. he knew what you meant. the last call he had with you—the reason he avoided thinking about you all these years. because he had made a choice, he chose his career over you.

his voice had a hint of despair: “i'm sorry” you didn't say anything to him. he took it as an opportunity to go on: “i was scared. and i was stupid… i had the two things i most wanted in all my life. my solo career—and you… i was a coward. i thought i couldn't have these two things—”

“and then you chose to give up on me.”

“i love you, girl” he was honest. he didn't care that your husband and lisa were only a few meters away.

“you don't love me, michael. you love the idea of who i was. you loved the best friend that would do anything for you”

“don't say that. i love you. i don't care if you changed. i will still love you”

“why are you telling me this now? you had three years to say that. you never reached out to me, and now you're saying all these things because i'm married? i think this is guilt”

it could be guilt. but it wasn't. not in the way he searched for you in his dream. not in the way he still remembered your taste, not when your presence still produced a chemical reaction in his brain. he didn't know what to say. “i dreamed of you and the baby” the words dropped out of his mouth without him realizing it.

it was him being vulnerable with you.

you didn't answer him. but he still caught a glimpse of something in your hypnotizing eyes. the tangled emotions were apparent on your face.

before he could dive and search for a hint that you still loved him, your husband surged out of nowhere pressing a kiss on your cheek.

michael was not an aggressive guy. but he could become one at this moment.

“mr. jackson! it was a pleasure to meet you. please, we should meet again! we should go now! this baby can't stay up late” your husband grabbed your hand. and you were back to your indifference towards him.

“it was a pleasure to meet you! congratulations on the marriage and the baby” michael's voice was committed, but he searched for your gaze. and you didn't answer him, you didn't even give him a glance.

your walk was firm. you leaned on your husband. and you walked away without giving a single look behind.

he finally shifted his gaze to lisa. she was staring deeply at him.

“did you already know her, mike?”

he didn't hesitate. he wasn't looking for anyone's approval. he was just being honest with himself.

“she's the love of my life. and i lost her” he put into words his sadness.

the realization that he was the only one stuck in the memories while you had moved on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he feels like he’s going to faint.

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s like you’re made for him.

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

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

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

you sigh, your cheeks aching from laughing so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thriller!michael kissing you for the first time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he hums, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

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

was he that obvious?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thriller!michael asking you to be his girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuckkk… mama that feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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