݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ mature!michael with a brat girlfriend who knows exactly how to get under his skin ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ like arguments between you two never stay calm because you’re stubborn, emotional & dramatic, and michael is somehow worse because he hates when you pull away from him.
like imagine storming around his hotel suite after a fight, grabbing your purse while he’s standing there in sweats and a black fitted shirt, already exhausted.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“With who?”
“Why do you care?” wrong answer. because suddenly he’s following you through the room with that irritated look on his face, jaw tight, hair messy from running his hands through them too many times. mature era michael always seemed so softspoken publicly, but with you? he gets sharp when he’s upset. not yelling. he hates yelling but his voice gets quieter which is honestly scarier.
“You think I’m stupid?” and you roll your eyes because you know he’s jealous. you know exactly what this is. michael’s older, richer, more experienced, but somehow he gets soooo insecure with you because you’re young, pretty, and impulsive. you still go out with your friends, still get attention everywhere, still know how to make him worry without even trying.
and he HATES when you act bratty during arguments 😭 like cutting him off with sarcastic little comments while he’s genuinely trying to talk to you. “Maybe I should just leave then.”
“Stop saying that.” immediately. because that’s the thing about michael — he can handle attitude, eye rolls, slammed doors, all of it. but the second you act like you might actually leave him, he folds. completely.
you’d notice it too. the shift in his face. suddenly he’s quieter, watching you carefully while you avoid his eyes. and after a minute he’d walk over slowly, grabbing your wrist gently before you can move away again.
“Mama,” softer now. “Don’t do that.” and now HE’S frustrated because he still wants to be mad, but you look upset too and he’s weak when it comes to you.
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he’d pull you against his chest despite you still pretending to be annoyed, one hand rubbing your back while he talks quietly above your head. trying to calm both of you down at the same time.
“you drive me crazy, y’know that?” and you’d mumble something like “you’re dramatic.” then he’d laugh under his breath because maybe he is. but he loves you too much to ever let an argument stay an argument for long.
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mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. Idk how people write long fics😭😭… like mama is struggling over here help! but this was very cute to make icl 😛 i’ll be trying to make longer fics thanks for the love and support. kisses <3
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆off the wall!michael teaching his shy best friend (you) how to kiss and immediately realizing you have no idea what you’re doing with him 😵💫 <3
like the second he leans closer, you get all nervous. avoiding eye contact, laughing quietly out of embarrassment, fingers twisting in your sleeves while michael watches you sooo carefully. and instead of backing off like he probably should, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
“why you so shy all of a sudden?” He giggles. “because this is weird!”
“ain’t weird to me.” OF COURSE IT ISN’T SWEETIE 😭 he’s sitting way too close on the couch, one arm stretched behind you while he smiles all soft and amused watching you completely fall apart over one kiss.
and michael would looove teasing you about how flustered you get. not in a mean way—just enough to make you hide your face in your hands while he laughs. “you blush too much, y’know.”
“stop looking at me then!”
“can’t.” 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 then when he finally kisses you for real, you’re so nervous… like you barely kiss him back at first because your brain completely short circuits the second his hand touches your cheek.
and michael notices EVERYTHING.
the way your breathing changes. the way your hands twitch because you don’t know where to put them. the way you melt a little when he kisses you slower. “See what i did there?” he’d whisper against your lips all sweet and encouraging (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) “Mmhh- tha’s it.” which somehow makes you MORE embarrassed because why is he talking to you like that???
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and when you pull away hiding your face instantly, michael would just grin, completely obsessed with how shy you are. gently pulling your hands down so he can see you again. “No no no.. Don’t hide on me now.” He says that softly while searching for your hands.
“M-michael.. we are never doing that again.” 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“Yes we are.” kisses you again and after that he gets soooo cocky about it too because now he knows exactly what affects you.
leaning close just to watch you get nervous. brushing his thumb over your lip during conversations. whispering “you want another lesson?” when nobody’s around……
meanwhile you can barely look him in the eyes anymore without thinking about that stupid kiss.
yeah…that’s off the wall manipulatie michael btw??
contains: sexual themes, fingering, squirting , dom!mature michael. fem!reader & use of ! baby & mama. kinda rushed? ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ mature!michael barely looked up from the papers spread across the table when you walked into the room.
“Baby,” he said softly, already reaching for you the second you got close enough. You sighed dramatically. “You’ve been ignoring me for an hour.”
“I’m working.”
“Yeah..sure.” He finally glanced up then, amused by the pout on your face. Mature era Michael always had that unfairly calm expression when he knew he was getting under your skin. “Come here,” he murmured. You stepped between his knees and immediately his hands settled on your hips, warm and possessive through the thin fabric of your skirt. He leaned back in the chair, staring at you quietly for a second before smiling a little. “Attitude today?”
“You started it.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, did I?” His fingers slid slowly along your thighs, teasing, unhurried. The movement made you inhale sharply and he noticed immediately, eyes darkening just slightly. Michael loved that—loved seeing your composure crack first.
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“Mama,” he said lowly, thumb rubbing against your skin while you tried not to react, “you get needy so fast.” You rolled your eyes, but it was weak. “S-shut up.” That only made him laugh softly. “So pretty when you’re pretending not to want me.”
The worst thing about Michael was how patient he was. He’d keep you right there between his legs, touching you slowly until your hands ended up gripping his shoulders for balance. Meanwhile he stayed completely composed, looking up at you with that lazy little smile like he had all the time in the world. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Can barely stand still. Mmh.”
“Michael…” You bite your lip. “Mmhh..There she is,” he whispered instantly, voice warm with satisfaction the second you finally sounded desperate for him. “That’s my baby.” He smirks and bite his lips. “You’re gonna’ have to keep it down mama, if you don’t want to get caught. I’ll gladly fuck you in the middle of my office with an audience if it meant that everyone knows you’re mine and I’m yours, you wan’ that?”
He carefully placed you down on his lap, and lifted your skirt, to put his hands down your skirt. “Spread your legs baby.” He helps you spread your legs wider with his big hands. His fingers ran down your pussy to dip into your soaking hole. Oh and did i mention he already took your panties of?? You let out a moan and touched his wrist as he took his wet fingers and circled your clit with them.
“Ohhh yess moan for me baby. Moan for me. That’s a mama mmhh.” he cooed into your open mouth. Your breath fanning his face as he started to finger you harder and faster.
“Fuck, look at thattt, you’re so fucking wet mama. Hear your delicious juices already squirting around my fingers” His fingers curled up to hit your g spot and you were convinced that your half of your skirt were completely soaked at this point. “That feels good Mmh?” He grabs his clean hand to make you look at him. You can also feel that he’s hard.
Then, He slides his second finger inside you, slow and deliberate, curling it to find that spot again, Making deeeeep eye contact with you and that makes your vision white out, and you moan, long and loud, unable to help yourself. He tried and adds a third finger… yes girl, a third one.
stretching you, filling you, and he starts to pump them in and out, his wrist twisting, his knuckles dragging against your walls in a way that makes you see stars. “A-ah! ff-fuckk, michael! Yes!”
You came hard on his fingers with a loud, shuddering scream. “Michael—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed hard, thighs clamping around his fingers, shaking your head and stopping his hand, powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. “Fuckk.. atta girl, mmhh so, so good.”
Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers gushing wetly on his lap and fingers while he continued to rub your clit, to see a small reaction. “Mean, huh? aww look at you mama.”
through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. His other hand stayed firmly on your hand that’s stopping him.
you fix yourself on him and your skirt then turning towards him very shy… his eyes meet yours. “you did so good mama. So good.” he says, squeezing your legs softly. you two smile at each other and he hugs you right. “You really embarrassed me, Michael.” You said shyly. (◞‸ ◟)💧 He kisses your forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed’ mama, you did so well.”
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. First time writing smut.. heh nervous >.< its lwk ahh.. so I’ll probably delete it.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆thriller!michael feeling guilty because his personal assistant practically lives around his schedule ☹️ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
like one night it's almost midnight and you're still sitting in the studio with your planner open, crossing things off tomorrow's itinerary while everyone else has already gone home. michael looks up from the piano. "...you ever do anything for yourself?" you don't even look up. "this is for myself."
"no," he laughs softly. "this is for me." you shrug like it's no big deal. "i don't mind." and that's somehow worse. because he starts noticing everything after that. how you always eat after he does.
how you never leave until he's safely back at the hotel. how every weekend somehow turns into another workday because if michael needs something, you're already there before he asks. one evening he finally sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "you know... you're a pretty young thing."
"...thanks?"
"i'm serious." he smiles sadly. "you should be out with friends. on dates. doin'... whatever people our age do." you laugh. "our age?" he points at you.
"your age."😭 you just shrug again. "i like being here."
"...because it's your job?"
"...because it's you."
…silence. michael just stares at you. because you said it so casually, like you didn't even realize what came out of your mouth. you freeze about three seconds later. "...i didn't mean—"
"yeah," he says quietly. you immediately start rambling. "i mean, i did mean it, just—not like—"
"hey." he steps closer. "look at me." you finally do. he's smiling. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) "you deserve somebody who looks at you the way you spend all day lookin' after everybody else." you blink. "...michael..."
before you can overthink it again, he reaches up and gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "thank you," he whispers. and then, almost like he surprises himself...he leans in and kisses you.
so gently it almost doesn't feel real. just the lightest press of his lips against yours. lowkey testing. like he's giving you every chance in the world to stop him. instead...you kiss him back.
michael lets out the quietest little breath against your lips, almost relieved. his thumb brushes your cheek. he kisses you again. this time slower…..and trying to add tongue *ehem*
your brain goes completely blank. you've imagined what kissing him might be like more times than you'd ever admit, but nothing compares to the reality of it. he's impossibly careful.
like you're something precious. when you finally relax, your hand finds the sleeve of his jacket without thinking, gently holding onto it. michael smiles into the kiss. he absolutely melts.
so do you. for a few perfect seconds, the schedules, the rehearsals, the cameras, the job title...none of it exists. it's just michael. just you.
his forehead rests lightly against yours when he pulls back for air, both of you breathing a little unevenly. "...wow girl," he whispers.
you can't even answer. he laughs softly, almost shy. "been wanting to do that for a while." your cheeks burn. "...really?" he nods once.
"...really." he leans in again almost instinctively, brushing another soft kiss against your lips, a little more certain this time. you almost let yourself disappear into it—until your eyes suddenly fly open. "...oh no." michael blinks. "...what?"
you gently pull back, staring at him in complete disbelief before covering your face with both hands. "...this is not what Joe- mr Jackson would've wanted." there's a complete silence. michael just... stares at you. "...that's..."
his shoulders start shaking."...that's your first thought?" you peek through your fingers, mortified. "I panicked!" he bursts into laughter. the kind that makes him bend forward slightly, one hand over his face.
"I kiss you..." he says between laughs, "...and you're worried about Joseph?"
"I'm trying to process this!"
"Oh, Lord..." he's still laughing when he reaches for your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face.
"There’s my pretty young thing’."
"I'm embarrassed."
"I can see, but it’s okay."
"You should've noticed before you kissed me."
"I definitely wasn't thinkin' about Joe Jackson." That only makes you groan louder. He smiles so warmly it almost hurts to look at him. "...Neither of us is ever gonna live this conversation down, are we?"
You sigh dramatically. "...Probably not."
"...Worth it, though." And before you can come up with another panicked excuse, he steals one last quick kiss—grinning the entire time you gasp in protest.
contains: sexual themes, fingering, squirting , soft!dom thriller michael. fem!reader & use of ! baby & mama. Michael loves teasing you, kinda rushed? ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ thriller!michael who loves to make his baby feel good <3 You gasped when you felt his hand drift lower, past the waistband of your shorts, past your panties — until his fingers were finally pressed against your bare and soaked slit. He kissed your neck like a hungry man, just touching you there was enough to knock the breath from his lungs. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“F-fuck, do you feel me baby?” he whispered, slow and reverent, fingers parting you gently. “Y-you’re so soaked.” You whimpered softly, the tension you’d been holding onto all day was unraveling with each slow stroke of his fingers. “Ah… mikey fuck—don’t tease.” Ignoring you, his fingers parted you slowly, tracing your folds. Teasing every slick inch like it was his favorite thing in the world. And it was. “All this’ for m’ baby?” he murmured, fingers gliding up to swirl over your clit, light but deliberate. “You don’t have to act shy wit’ me mama, when your pussy’s begging you jus’ tell me alright?”
Your legs fell open without thinking, hips moving toward his big hand like your body had completely given up on pretending it didn’t crave him. The wet disgusting sounds of his fingers working you open made the heat twist tighter in your belly and throat, your breathing shallow and uneven as he circled your clit. You whimpered, thighs trembling around his wrist. Your head leaned against his shoulder, pressure building between your legs and the way his fingers moved on your heat. He slipped two fingers inside you without warning, and you cried out, your hand shooting up to grip his arm hard. He groaned at how tight you clenched around him, curling his fingers deep, fucking you slow. “Soooo wet… mmhh fuck, you’re dripping, mama.” He muttered, lips dragging hot down your neck.
Your shaky, grinding harder on the thick length of his fingers, it also made you cling tighter to his shirt as your thighs still trembled around him. “Mmmhh so good for me, f-fuck, I know baby—needy girl, huh?” he teased, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. “M-Michael…. P-Please…” you whined, voice barely above a whisper. His grip on your thighs (to keep u open.) tightened, guiding your thighs to stay open, as he did that he tilted his head to look at you, lips parted and eyes basically rolling. “Yeah? You feel good? Mmhh i know you do, don’t you mama? you’re making me so hard f-fuck baby.” Your only answer was a soft, desperate moan as you rocked against him again, your panties damppppp, Michael licked a stripe up your neck before sucking another very visible mark into your skin, right over your collarbone, slow and possessive. Your hips moved on instinct now, slow, needy rolls that made your clit even more throb. Making it feel like your 2th orgasam.
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Your whole body was trembling now, every movement of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. He knew exactly where to curl them, how to angle each thrust, how to grind his thumb over your clit just right. Your moans had turned to helpless little cries, your body rocking into his hand, chasing the high he was so expertly giving you. “Mike—Michael, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, voice nearly breaking as you teetered right on the brink. And then he stopped. You choked out a whimper, the sudden absence of his fingers leaving you aching and empty. “N-no —Michael, please. Baby please.” you whimpered, hips still twitching, trying to chase the pressure he’d stolen away. He pulled back slowly, trailing his wet fingers up your stomach as he leaned in to kiss your jaw, your cheek, and then your mouth, all soft and sweet. His kiss was gentle—too gentle, considering the way your body was still shaking with need.
then slammed his two fingers back in, hard. You cried out, body jolting beneath him as he set a brutal rhythm, each thrust deep, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the dark room. “Say it to me baby,” he panted, his pace unrelenting. “Say you’re mine, and tell me what you’re about to do.”
“I—I’m yours, Michael! Fuck!” you moaned, voice high and shaking. “All yours b-baby!” He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck as he fucked you harder wirh his fingers again, the bed creaking under his pace. “Damn right you are my baby, cum for me.” Your moans came out in broken little sobs, your hands scrambling to hold onto his hair as each thrust knocked the breath out of you. He was so deep, his fingers are so thick and stretching you to your limit, the sound of his hand slapping against your soaked cunt obscene in the dark room. You then came hard on his fingers with a loud, shuddering scream. “Michael—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed hard, thighs clamping around his fingers, shaking your head and stopping his hand, powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you.
“Fuckk.. atta girl, mmhh so, so good.” Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers gushing wetly on his lap and fingers while he continued to rub your clit, to see a small reaction. “Mean, huh? aww look at you mama…You did so good. Took it all for me.” Once you were clean, he crawled back into bed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms, his hand rubbing soft circles into your back. “I adore you so much baby, i love seeing you feel good. Now go to sleep mama, I got you.” he murmured, lips brushing your forehead. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ mature!michael with his personal assistant girlfriend! is soooo 😵💫 because everyone thinks you’re just the calm girl following him around with a clipboard and a schedule, but nobody notices the way michael looks for you in every room first. like he trusts you with everything.
his schedule, his food order, reminding him to eat, calming him down before interviews, fixing his cuffs before award shows (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) and he gets so attached to your presence that if you’re gone for more than ten minutes he’s immediately asking, “where’s she at?”
and the relationship staying secret for a while because technically it’s “unprofessional,” but michael makes it SO difficult. always pulling you closer absentmindedly when he’s tired. always finding excuses to keep you near him during meetings. sitting beside you instead of across from you even when there’s space everywhere else.
his staff definitely notices before the public does 😭 especially because mature era michael gets clingy when he’s overworked. like after long rehearsals he’d just quietly rest his head on your shoulder while you go through paperwork, too exhausted to speak properly. “you need sleep,” you’d mumble. “Need you first.” (◞‸ ◟)💧
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and god the tension during tours??? him whispering little comments in your ear while people are around like it’s nothing. fingers brushing yours under tables. making direct eye contact with you during performances because you’re standing backstage trying not to fold (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
plus michael being sooo protective over you without making it obvious. if someone talks to you disrespectfully his entire demeanor changes. suddenly he’s quieter, sharper, standing closer to you.“Is there a problem here?”
and the thing is, michael trusts very few people completely, but he trusts YOU with every vulnerable part of himself. the exhausted version. the insecure version. the version sitting on the hotel floor at 3am humming unfinished songs while you organize papers beside him.
sometimes he’d just stop and stare at you for a second like he’s overwhelmed by how much comfort you bring him.“what?” you’d laugh. he’d smile softly, reaching for your hand without even thinking about it.
˖Ი𐑼⋆ off the wall!michael x personal assistant! ꫂ᭪݁ joe loved how he could manipulate michael with things he was slightly scared of.
contains: heavy angsty themes, cameo of j*e Jackson , forbidden love , fem!reader , insecure Michael , j*e Jackson being the mean ass he always has been ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 arrived folded inside your planner, with no name. Just your initials written in neat handwriting. When you opened it, a tiny pressed daisy fell into your lap.
You spend so much time making sure everyone else's days are beautiful. I hope someone remembers to make yours beautiful too.
You looked around the studio. Michael was pretending to read lyric sheets. Pretending very badly. When your eyes met, he smiled small, shy and immediately looked back down.
It became a habit. A poem tucked into your clipboard, A note hidden beneath your coffee cup, A cassette left on your desk with him quietly singing a melody he'd written the night before.
"You know," you laughed one afternoon, unfolding another note, "you're gonna run out of things to write." He looked offended. "I've got plenty."
"You've written me one every day this month."
"I-i know." He smiles even wider. "...Why?" He shrugged, suddenly fascinated by the floor. "'Cause..." Silence. "...I like knowing you'll smile at least once today."
...how could someone be that soft? Even the staff started noticing. "Another letter?" one of the makeup artists teased. Your face burned. "It's... poetry."
"From who?" You smiled to yourself. "...A secret admirer." Across the room, Michael nearly choked on his water trying not to laugh.
Joe Jackson noticed too. Not the letters…Michael. The way his son stopped looking exhausted whenever you walked into a room. The way rehearsals went smoother when you were nearby. The way Michael unconsciously searched for you after every performance. Joe had spent years teaching his children one lesson.
‘Feelings were distractions’
‘Distractions cost money.’
One evening he stopped you in the hallway. "I need a word." You smiled politely. "Of course, Mr. Jackson." His expression never changed. "You're close with Michael." You hesitated. "I work closely with him."
"That's not what I asked."
...
"I care about him." Joe nodded slowly. "I believe you." For one foolish second...You thought the conversation had gone well.
The next morning, everything changed. Michael walked into the studio carrying another folded letter. He stopped when he saw Joe looking at him and you besides him. Joseph didn't shout this time, He simply placed a photograph on the table.
You...standing beside Jackie, laughing. Jackie's hand resting lightly on your back. Perfectly innocent. Perfect timing. Michael frowned. "...When was this?" Joseph shrugged. "Yesterday." Michael looked at you. "You didn't tell me you were with Jackie." You blinked. "...We were discussing wardrobe budgets." Joseph answered before you could. "For nearly two hours."
"It wasn't—" Joe laughed. He loved ruining everyone’s lives. "He asked for her personally." Michael looked back at the photograph. His smile was already disappearing.
Then Joseph pulled out another envelope. "I wasn't going to show you this." He sighed dramatically. "But perhaps you deserve honesty." Inside...was a handwritten note.
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"I'd love the opportunity to work with you permanently."
"You're much easier to talk to than your brother."
Jackie's name signed underneath. Your stomach dropped. "I've never seen this." Joseph looked almost offended. "No?"
"No!" You said fast. Michael's eyes found yours. "...You didn't?"
"N-No." You said weak. "I..." Michael started, but then stopped. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice. Just enough to break your heart.
Joseph quietly added, "She declined at first." Michael swallowed. "...At first?" Joseph Nodded and Smiled "But eventually..." He slid over the forged transfer papers. "...she accepted." You tried to take the papers. "Nah uh." Joseph Laughed. "I didn't."
"No?" Joseph looked at the signature. "It certainly looks convincing." You couldn’t believe your eyes, is this man crazy??? "It's fake."
"You keep saying that." Michael wasn't looking at Joseph anymore.
He was looking at you. Trying...trying so hard...to fit this version of you together with the girl who laughed at his poems. Who reminded him to eat. Who tucked blankets around him when he fell asleep in the studio. It didn't make sense. None of it did.
"...Why didn't you tell me Jackie asked?" Your heart cracked. "...Because he never did."
"You swear?" His voice cracked. "I swear." Joseph folded his arms. "Careful. Son." You looked at him. "I won't tolerate lies."
Michael rubbed his face. "...Joseph..." It came out exhausted. Joseph softened his voice. "Michael."
"I know this hurts." Michael tried to find his words, but genuinely couldn’t "..." Joseph was very satisfied "But she's a young woman."
Michael still couldn’t find his words. "Jackie's older. Established. Confident. He isn't..." Joseph let the sentence hang. "...like you." Michael flinched. Just barely. You saw it anyway. Joseph kept going. "You've always been sensitive…Girls don't usually choose sensitive."
"...Joseph."
"They choose certainty." He nodded toward the papers. "Looks like she did." You stepped forward. "I chose this job because of Michael."
Joseph smiled. "There." He looked at Michael. "Did you hear that?" Michael frowned. Joseph repeated it. "She chose the job." Not you. The job. Then Joseph quietly added, "She never said she chose you." ...
The room became impossibly still. Because...he was right. You never had. You couldn't. He was your boss.
Nothing had ever happened, No confessions , No promises. Just letters…Poems. Smiles that lingered a little too long. You had never told Michael you loved him. Michael looked at you. "...Did you?" You frowned. "...Did I what?"
"...Choose me?"
...nothing came out. Because how could it? You couldn't say yes. Not when neither of you had ever crossed that line. You just stared at him with tears in your eyes. And your silence...answered the wrong question.
Michael looked down. "...Oh." One tiny word. Barely audible. But it sounded like something inside him had snapped.
Joseph gently rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know." Michael didn't move. Joseph spoke softly. "The poems…they were only poems." Michael laughed once. It wasn't funny.
"I thought..." He shook his head. "...I really thought..." His eyes closed. "...I'm stupid."
"N-No Michael.." You took another step. "No, Michael." He backed away. Just one. It hurt more than if he'd screamed.
"So..." He looked at you. His eyes were glossy now. "...when you smiled at the letters..that wasn't..."
"It was real."
"I loved your letters." The second the words left your mouth...Joseph interrupted. "But not him." ...Michael's eyes met yours again.
Still Waiting…Hoping…Begging. Just give him something. Anything. But your throat closed. Because Joseph had cornered you perfectly. You couldn't say I love you.
It wasn't true. Not yet. You couldn't say I wanted you instead of Jackie.
Because there had never been a "you instead of Jackie." There had never been a choice. Only a crush that had quietly become something much deeper. Too late. Michael nodded slowly. "...Right." He smiled very broken. "...I get it now."
"You liked the attention." His voice was so calm. So heartbreakingly calm. "I don't blame you."
"I never—"
"I wrote poems..." He laughed at himself. "...Joseph was right."
"No."
"I made it into something it wasn't." Tears streamed down your face. "Please listen to me."
"I did…For months." Another smile.This one even sadder. "I just heard what I wanted."
He reached into his jacket. Pulled out the newest letter. The one he'd planned to leave on your desk that morning. Still perfectly folded. He looked at it for a long moment.
Then…without opening it...he quietly tore it in half. Then again. And again. Little white pieces drifted onto the studio floor. You sobbed. "...Please don't."
"I shouldn't have written them." His voice cracked. "It must've made you uncomfortable."
"They didn't."
"I'm sorry."
"No—"
"I’m sorry I embarrassed you."
"You never embarrassed me."
"I'm sorry I mistook kindness..." He swallowed. "...for something more."
Joseph watched in silence. Satisfied. His plan had worked exactly as intended. He hadn't needed Michael to hate you. Only to stop believing in you.
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. this took ME again so long *sigh*... lmk if this needs a part 2??? I love writing angst sm <3 anyways #fuhjoe and have a great day / night ilyyall.
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1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
