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Michael was high on the success of his first solo album and the breakthrough he was making on his own. He had plans for his visuals and short films, eager to share with the world his creative vision.

Around this time you had begun to find your own footing in the industry as a soloist, your path following similar to Michael's. You grew up as a Motown artist alongside your two older sisters, your trio becoming a household name by the time you were seven. You were two years younger than Michael but the comparisons were strong. Both very young leads of your respective groups with voices of gold.

Once you were in your mid teens, you couldn't escape the comparisons and you and your sisters were forced to do appearances alongside Michael and his brothers. You were fifteen and growing irritable with the need to group you with the fellow child star. You personally liked Michael and his gentle personality, but hated when others compared your talents.

Off The Wall came out months after your solo album had broken endless records, with Michael catching up closely to you.

"Ah! I congratulated her on the success of her album!" He quipped to an interviewer for one of the very few press releases he agreed to. "She's been a dear friend of mine ever since childhood. Our musical paths tend to align so I'm always looking forward to what's next for her."

Your careers were an endless cycle of comparison, lasting all the way until the moment Michael broke through with Thriller. A part of you felt slight resentment towards him for being the first black artist to truly crossover internationally. You followed shortly after, however you didn't sell as much as Thriller had. You were always in Michael's shadow to some extent, the second most selling album of time title haunting you as every interviewer asked the million dollar question—how did it feel being second best to Michael?

It felt like a punch in the gut to your artistry, though you never despised Michael himself for it. Not when a part of your heart was reserved for him, something he could never know.

AMA '89 night

A decade after your solo breakthrough, you appear on the American Music Awards red carpet, smiling brightly as you wave and pose for the blinding flare of cameras.

"This way darling!" The paparazzi call out, wanting the best shots of your frame fitting champagne colored dress. It shimmered under the lighting, pairing well against your skin tone.

You finish up your shots, blowing a kiss towards the press, and are led off the carpet by your personal assistant Lia, who rambles about all the stars you have to be seen with that night.

"As always, the press wants to see the King and Queen of pop together. Make sure to spend some time with Michael at any point tonight." You knew this was coming. You couldn't ever escape Michael if you were at the same event. Your stomach twists at the thought of him, as you zone out on Lia's words the moment she brought him up.

"Hey, did you hear a word I just said?" She says your name with a ounce of irritation and you glance at her with a sheepish smile.

"Nope. Something about formalities with other stars, especially Michael." She nods at you while guiding you towards your table for the ceremony.

"Alright well, at least you caught the most important part. I believe he should be seated somewhere near you so it'll be easy to just give him a quick hug, smile, kiss on the cheek like you always do and keep pushing." Her afro bounces as she whips her head around, searching for your table as you stop occasionally, greeting your fellow peers.

"Yes, that'll be easy." You speak through gritted teeth, finally continuing your conversation after cutting through the crowd.

"I know how much you despise him-"

"But I don't." You toss a glance her way as you sit down at your spot, a large ‘32’ on the table signifying the assigned table.

She sighs and nods unconvincingly. "Sure. Anyways, he's at table 35 I heard. Make yourself known at some point with him. I want it to be front page news tomorrow." She points a warning finger at you as your raise your hands in defense, laughing at her.

"You're the boss!" She smiles at you before disappearing off to another table. You're joined by a few familiar faces, grinning as you hug your close friend, Whitney.

"So glad you're here with me, dear. If I have to sit near another one of these rock bands I'm gonna lose it." She whispers as you hug, making your body shake with laughter.

You sit through the award show casually sipping on your cocktail, smiling when the camera panned to you, and getting up to hug Whitney each time she had won.

You held your breath as the winner for Favorite Pop/Rock Male Artist was about to be announced, a category Michael was nominated for.

When George Michael's name was called, you couldn't help and look towards Michael, his face adorning a smile as he clapped. Your heart nearly fell to your stomach when his eyes shift over towards you, two tables over. You look away, attempting to avoid his burning gaze.

You were called onto the AMA stage five times that night, sweeping every category you were nominated in. As you give your fifth speech of the night, your eyes land on Michael who stared in adoration, his eyes nearly sparkling like your dress.

You hate how a simple glance makes your stomach do flips, nearly throwing off your speech midway. You step off stage with a grin, and are met with a choir of congratulations as you return to your seat. A brief commercial break ensues, giving you a moment to recompose yourself before the cameras flared back up.

That moment is quickly ruined when you feel a hand brush against your shoulder. Turning, you see Michael looking down at you, his infectious smile crossing his face. He leans down, bringing his lips close to your ear to speak.

"Thought I'd come by and congratulate you." He pulls back enough to see your face as your eyebrow quirks up. You recognize the flashing appearing around you as the press snapped photos of their two biggest stars interacting. You ignore it, reaching for Michael so his ear is near your mouth, mimicking his actions moments ago.

"You can never let me approach you first can you? Always gotta one up me." You tease with a playful smirk forming on your lips. He chuckles and lowers once more, his breath fanning against your ear and neck.

"Seems only right considering you're the big winner tonight. Good sportsmanship is important to me." He stays close this time, watching you carefully. The venue was booming, the chatter of the crowd ringing in your ears— yet the pound of your heart seemed to overpower it all.

Your musical rivalry was more on the playful, almost flirtatious, side of things. You know Michael is a Virgo perfectionist and your ego and passion for greatness are two forces that clashed, and yet the two of you remained friends regardless.

"Thank you for the congratulations, Michael. I hope to see you on that stage tonight too." You spoke directly to him this time, his eyes filtering across your face. His large palm squeezes your knee as a thanks, goosebumps forming from his touch. He gets up just as the cue that commercial break was over began. You watch him with precision, catching the way he looks your way once more after sitting down, not expecting to see you already looking. A faint smirk crosses his faces before he looks down and you turn back towards the stage with a slow sip of your drink.

When he accepts his Lifetime Achievement award later that evening, you stand as you clap to show your support. His eyes cut across the crowd while he speaks, addressing the whole room with his gratitude, yet you make eye contact multiple times throughout his speech. He has to be messing with you…

The awards wrap shortly after Michael's award and you catch Lia approaching you mid conversation with Lionel Richie. She waits patiently beside you to finish your conversation, instantly grabbing your hand after you hug him.

"Alright now Mrs. social butterfly," You scoff at her remark. "We have an after party to attend! We're heading back to the hotel to change and arrive fashionably late. You'll be the talk of the night!" Lia smiles brightly at you, guiding you through the crowd towards your valet.

"I'm not showing up in this dress?" You questioned, waving at the cameras trying to capture a good shot of you.

"Girl, no. That's the point of afterparties, to come in a second show stopping outfit! For the Queen of Pop, you have to give them your absolute best." Your security secures you and opens the door of your car for you as you and Lia slide in.

"Is Michael already there?" You tilt your head. She looks away momentarily before holding your gaze once more, a hint of timidity behind it.

"No."

You groan knowing he's going to show up around the same time as you. Your spotlight will be stolen and grouped with your counterpart—once again.

"Great."

"Look right here, gorgeous!"

The paparazzi was starving— famished even, when you step out of your car, thanking your security as he holds out a hand for you to take.

You left behind the tight, floor length, sparkling champagne dress and opted for a shorter cut backless dress. There were gold chains connecting along the open back of the bright red number, making you feel oh so sexy.

Smiling, you walk into the afterparty feeling victorious. You managed to evade a clash with Michael, earning your own entrance.

You take in the glamor of the nightclub that's decorated beautifully for the musicians, before you hear Whitney's voice behind you. Your stomach does a flip when you see her with her arm looped over Michael's shoulder, grinning widely at you. Michael's gaze feels heavy, giving you a once over while bitting his bottom lip. You feel ill every time you see him do it, not realizing how attractive he looks.

"Hey girl! Glad you could finally join us, we gotta get you caught up!" Whitney removes her hold on Michael and decides to latch onto you now, steering you towards a more private section. "C'mon now, Michael!"

You feel warm knowing he's getting a full view of your back and you risk a glance behind you. His eyes are locked onto the small of your back so intensely he doesn't notice you've caught him until the last second, his eyes traveling up to yours before quickly looking away in embarrassment.

The smug look on your face remains throughout the night, knowing each time you glanced Michael's direction, he was already staring or acting as if he wasn't a second ago. Your prestigious group took shots and passed a bottle of champagne back and forth throughout the night, while also getting up to dance and socialize with other celebrities.

You can feel the alcohol in your system, not quite drunk but definitely tipsy, when you came back to your private section, sashaying your hips past Michael. His hand reaches for your wrist, grabbing your attention. You turn to him, the low crease of his eyelids showing he was intoxicated. He says something you can't catch under the pound of the music and lean down to his earlobe.

"What was that?" He pulls you closer to him, his hand moving to your waist, making you fight off a shiver.

"Come dance with me!" He looks at you excitedly, chewing his gum with a delectable grin.

"C'mon, ain't no press in here girl."

His words are enough to get you onto the lower floor, moving your body along to 'It Takes Two', Michael moving alongside you rhythmically. You enjoy seeing Michael dance so casually, different from the calculated, perfected routines he did on stage.

His hands find a hold on your waist, gripping you tightly while your arms link around his neck. The heat between the two of you begins to feel noticeable, as if it was tangible. Something a tension that only two decades of yearning can create.

You rock your hips, the feeling of Michael's proximity and the buzz tingling through your body from the music and alcohol, gives you the courage to gaze up into his already dark state. The quiet, reserved Michael you tend to know wasn't the same man standing before you with a fire lit behind his irises. Your lips part in a genuine display of shock, admiring the way he's making you feel seen by him, finally.

You detach from his hold slightly to turn your back to him, stepping close to him as you sway your hips seductively. You don't get the chance to see the way his bottom lip gets sucked between his teeth, nor the faint sound that leaves his lips upon feeling you press against him.

His hands find a place low on your hips as you practically throw your ass back on him, your back flush against his chest.

"I got an image to uphold, dear. You keep that up and we're gonna be front page news." He spoke lowly in your ear, his soft tone earning a sly grin from you as you turn back to face him. You grip the side of his face, bringing him towards his ear to speak freely.

"We're front page news either way. Let's give them something good."

Your playful comment has him dragging you towards the door, making a pit stop at the phone to call your security detail.

"Hey, Sam it's me. Send my car back to the hotel."

You expect the shutter of the cameras when the two of you rush out of the dark nightclub, shouts and hollers from the media trying to gather either of yours attention.

"Michael! Our king and queen! Over here!"

He holds the door open to his car, ushering you inside before following right behind, slamming the door. You're both in a fit of giggles as the driver asks Michael where to. He composes himself enough to direct him back to his hotel before the divider slides shut with a mechanical whir.

"For someone so particular about his image, you seemed to let go just for a second there." You tilt your head at him, catching the shy Michael start to creep back in when his eyes drop to his lap briefly.

"Yeah… That's what a bit of a buzz and twenty years of-" He cuts himself off, eyes going wide. You glance at him confused, catching a battle wage across his features.

"Mikey, what's wrong? Twenty years of…?" You question using his nickname reserved just for you, one you called him when you were younger.

His big brown eyes meet yours anxiously, a shy grin spreading. "It's what twenty years of being in love with you will do." He finishes faintly, his eyes struggling to keep contact with your own shocked, bright ones. If you were anyone else, his aviators would have been on, unable to fully get a glimpse of his vulnerability.

"We're so incredibly stupid," You huff a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You thought about how the feelings you harbored for years that were disguised as mutual respect, or sometimes resentment, were a way to keep yourself guarded. "I've been ignoring how I feel for you since I was fourteen, Mikey."

His eyes nearly pop out of his head at your revelation, his hands flying to your knees that are turned towards him.

"You're not fooling with me are you?" He speaks your name with such delicacy it makes you feel lightheaded. You shake your head, planting your hands on top of his.

"I could never. I don't think…anyone else could understand me in the way you always have." You nearly knock the wind out of Michael's lungs, as his grin grows wider.

"I've…I've always felt the same way," He flips his hands to squeeze your own. "You have no idea how many songs of mine you've helped produce." His voice drops in the slightest, illuminating the underlying meaning in his words. You feel a fire ignite in your belly, taking a hand and dragging it up to his chest to spur a reaction.

"Oh yeah? Which ones?"

"That's a secret." His voice came out soft as he spoke, his bright, toothy smile making you reflect back at him in the same way with an airy laugh. "May I… kiss you?" He asked gently, cupping your face with his large palm. His gaze is pure adoration, fixating on your plump lips before connecting back at eyes.

You answer him simply by closing the distance, your lips connecting like the final pieces of a puzzle. You sigh against his lips, pure bliss filling your senses as he grips your waist, moving his lips gently with yours. When he pulls away to watch your face, he hovers close enough to feel your breaths puff across his face.

"The Lady in my Life." He says, looking into your eyes with a careful glint.

"What… What about it?" You nearly whisper, toying a finger into his jheri curl.

"I wrote that for you. The Lady in my Life will always be you."

You don't give him a second to think before you're crashing your lips into his, full of passion and desire this time. He lets out a muffled noise, finally moving along with you. Staying connected, you climb into his lap, settling perfectly there. He already is half-hard, stirring a whine from you as you grind your hips down into him, his own grip gliding you against him.

You seperate for a moment to take a gulp of air before diving back into each other, your center meeting his own with a suppressed moan. He began to tug on your bottom lip just as the car slowed to a complete stop, halting your actions. Michael pulls away with a groan, resting his forehead against your own as you try to catch your breaths.

"We got maybe 30 seconds before they open that door. We should make ourselves presentable." He sighs against you, closing his eyes briefly as if he was relishing in the moment. You slide off his lap, readjusting your dress and wiping the lipstick from off your face as Michael straightened out his rumpled shirt, playing with his hair to look put together again.

By the time you make it through the threshold of his room, you're practically throwing yourself on him again, his noise of surprise becoming muffled between your lips as he locks the door behind him with one hand, the other slotted at your hip. He breaks away and directs you towards the bed, swatting at your ass once as he admires the design of your backless dress.

You sat on the plush king sized bed, looking up at Michael seductively as he slowly approaches you. "Gonna be shy with me, Mikey?" You tease, an eyebrow raised.

A knowing, sly grin spreads on his face as he stands before you, bringing a hand under your chin to tilt up towards him.

"Not when I've been.. burning… with desire for you for this long." Goosebumps form on your skin from his words just as he leans down, pressing his soft lips to yours.

You pull him on top of you, immediately comforted by the feel of his weight against you. The kiss held the same intensity displayed in the car, with Michael gently spreading your legs wider to nestle against your core. You moan into his mouth as he grinds his hips into yours painstakingly slow, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip as he pulls away, leaving a trail of kisses long your neck.

You try to shift your hips up, connecting with his clothed hardness and both groaning in sync. Your panties were sticking to you now, creating a wet patch on Michael's designer pants from where you met.

"Mikey, baby." He hums into your neck in response, working his way down to kiss down the valley of your breasts. "I need you to touch me. So bad."

You feel his smile against your skin as he traveled lower, your cocktail dress fully bunched up around your waist now. He kisses your inner thighs, shifting from one leg to the other, before you feel him right at your center, dragging a long finger along your soaked pussy. You whine and frantically grab at the sheets next to you, peering down at him as he presses a kiss against your covered folds. He loops his fingers around the thin material and with a slight raise of your hips, is able to drag them down fully. He groans at the sight of you spread out so bare for him and you can't help but spread wider.

"You have such a pretty pussy, prettier than I imagined." The word sounds vulgar coming from his sweet mouth, which turns you on even more, sending a fresh wave of arousal down to your pussy in response.

"Can I taste you, sweet girl?" He asks, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin closest to your aching core. You frantically nod your head, forcing out a yes just as frantic, eager to feel him on you. He smiles at your desperation before he dips down, licking a long stripe straight up to your clit. You jolt and cry out, feeling his warm tongue flick along your clit, wasting no time in leaving you a withering mess. He gazes up to watch your every reaction, enjoying the way your lips are between your teeth before you fall back against the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth.

He alternates between burying his tongue deep in your hole and pleasuring your clit, his nose bumping against you and stimulating you even more. Your hands are in his curls, keeping him in place as he slurps up every drop of your essence, wanting nothing more than to feel you gush around his face.

He works a finger in while sucking on your sensitive bud, earning a moan from you. The stretch was making you delirious, whining about how much you needed his cock.

"Not till you finish for me." He speaks against you, sending vibrations to your stomach. You feel the familiar twist in your gut signaling you're close to your climax, mumbling how close you are when a second finger goes in, scissoring you open for him.

"Mikey… I… Please…" You plead, just desperately searching for your release. His tongue and finger moves in tandem, moving quickly to bring you to your peak. Michael grinds his hips into the bed, searching for friction while your legs begin to shake above him, the tightrope inside of you snapping. You cry out his name, grinding your hips into his face as you ride out the waves of release, Michael groaning into your pussy as your slick leaks all over his tongue.

His movements still as you catch your breath, still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. The loss of his fingers from your hole nearly makes you whine before the sight of him takes your breath away.

His eyes sparkle at you while he wipes your juices from his face, cheeks lightly flushed and his curls a mess from your grip. He slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck on the digits, holding eye contact while swirling your tongue along the finger pads, eliciting a soft moan from him. He pulls them out and makes quick work of pulling your dainty dress over your head, your full body on display for him as he watches in awe.

"Are you gonna join me or do I have to rip all of this off you myself?" You question with a tug on his trousers. His suit jacket was already lost earlier, making it easier to pop open his buttons while you pry off the heavy belt around his waist. Your hands are on his zipper before he lays a hand on top of yours, opting to do it himself.

"You just lay your pretty self right there." He speaks sweetly, his eyes carrying a shadow of nervousness that's mostly masked behind the profound lust. You've known Michael all your life— you know he's feeling shyer now.

You're about to speak before the sight of him in all of his glory has your mouth opening. You hone in at the sheer size and girth of him before glancing up at him, his lip between his teeth as he feels uneasy under your heavy gaze.

"Mikey, what happened to you not getting shy on me?" You offer a faux pout as he huffs a laugh.

"I'm not… I mean not really it's just… you know, I've liked you for so long and- and I can't believe-" You shut him up sitting up on your knees and dragging him towards the bed, gently pushing him back onto the soft mattress next to you. His eyes flash with shock, opening his mouth to speak before you plant a finger over his lips, looking down at him with an eyebrow quirked.

"I've thought about this probably as much as you have," You state simply, watching his wide eyes light up. "For the love of everything good, if I don't ride you right now, I'll go insane."

He nods as if his mouth had gone dry and scoots towards the middle of the bed. You swing a leg around him, straddling his lap as his hard dick pokes against your lower stomach. You grab him and begin to line the tip up with your leaking hole, his breaths growing heavy under you.

"Relax, pretty boy. Gonna make you feel real good." You purr right as you start to sink down, his mouth hanging open from the feel of your walls going down on him.

You ease down his thick length, pausing to accommodate to the stretch. Micheal's hands come to your waist, gently caressing you in encouragement. You sink all the way down with a moan, Michael whimpering as you pulsate around him. You give an experimental drag of your hips, lifting up and sinking back down once, making him moan loudly.

You start to bounce, steadying yourself with a grip on his shoulders as you slide down his length, both of your moans filling the room. His hands are gripped iron tight on your waist, watching with glazed over eyes as you ride his dick, the slick sounds your bodies produce becoming music to your ears.

You clench around him when he squeezes your ass, making him choke out a strangled noise of pleasure. You’re grinning in pure bliss, the stretch of his cock better than you ever imagined, your pussy leaking around him in response. When his cock hits you at a certain angle, you double over into his chest with a cry.

"Right there was good?" He questions, brows furrowing. You nod and don't notice his shift in demeanor until he starts pounding into you from below, eager to help you reach that spot again. The smack of skin on skin fills the room as he ravishes you from below, his large palms guiding you down to meet his thrusts by gripping your ass tightly.

You moan his name and squeeze him tightly as he fucks up into you, roughly smacking your ass. You leave a white creamy ring around his dick as you ride him, his hand connecting with your ass once more after seeing your reaction, crying out for more. Your clit rubs against his pelvic bone with each thrust, sending sensations to your aching clit. You rub the sensitive bud while Michael reaches for your breast bouncing in his face, squeezing the flesh there.

"Riding me so good… oh god… you're sinful." He nibbles at your earlobe as he talks into your ear, building up your second orgasm of the night. Your cunt squelches embarrassing loud but you're too fucked out to even care, moaning as you feel your peak approaching with each drag of Michael's cock.

"Mikey, I'm so close!" You cry out, feeling his dick hit deeply inside of you. His own soft moans and whimpers bring you to your release as you tighten around him, throwing your head back with a loud moan. He doesn't let up his pace as you ride out your orgasm, shaking as he pounds into your dripping walls desperately, chasing his own release.

He's about to pull you off him as his climax approaches, but you keep your legs firm around him, squeezing your walls tightly around him and sinking down on his cock to meet his thrusts. "Inside of me, let me milk you baby." You say with a drag of your hand along his chest.

He looses it at the thought of filling you with his seed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his dick twitches, hot ropes of cum spilling out of him with a cry of your name.

You stay on top of him for a while, catching your breaths. His hand is firm on your back, gently sliding soothing patterns up and down your skin. You pull off of him shortly after, leaning back to let him watch his cum slowly drip out of your hole and onto the sheets. You take your finger and stuff the rest back into you, making Michael groan at the filthy sight.

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman." He sighs, giving a completely fucked out smile at you.

"The headlines tomorrow may take you out before I ever do." You tease, knowing the press were having a field day seeing the two of you get into the same car earlier.

"The King and Queen of pop finally together? Could be worse things to write about." He looks at you playfully, turning your hand over to plant a kiss at the back of it.

"They're already planning our wedding details!" You giggle, not catching the way his eyes falter for a second.

"Did you miss the lyrics in The Lady in my Life? I've been envisioning it."

You tackle him, littering his face with kisses as he cackles like a young kid, giddy that he finally had you in his arms.

And for the rest of his life, he silently prays.

You shift slightly to look at Michael laying next to you, his breathing even and face calm. It was normal for you to have sleepovers with him, though his brothers would always find a way to make slick remarks about you two.

"Michael, you have no idea how good you've got it with her," Jermaine spoke earlier in the kitchen as the two of you headed to bed. "Fine woman like that and you couldn't even handle her if you tried." He finished with a sly grin on his face, eyeing your figure in the satin short set you sported.

"Jermaine, stop being such a sleeze." You stated simply, rolling your eyes as you followed Michael back towards his room. You noted the way he went quiet and remained silent even once you got to the confines of his room.

"I don't like when he does that…or any of them, matter of fact." His voice came out softly, though an air of frustration was laced in his tone. You looked at him, already staring at you with a serious expression, and smiled gently at him.

"Michael, you don't gotta worry about them. They're just a bunch of dimwits, especially Jermaine. Nothing he says could ever bother me." He cracked a faint smile. He was always impressed at how unbothered you were by his brother's words, quite the opposite from Michael. He hated how they viewed you and your relationship with Michael.

"You promise…?" He questioned, his wide eyes glowing.

"You know why Marlon never plays around with me?" You quirked a brow at him. "He knows I'll beat his, and all of their asses— if they try me." Michael laughed full heartedly, gently pushing at your arm in glee.

You snap out of your thoughts of earlier when you hear the change in Michael's breathing next to you. You glance at his once peaceful face— now contorted with labored breaths. You were about to shake him awake, assuming he was having a nightmare before a faint moan slipped from his lips, making you go stiff.

You swear you're hearing things before another moan fills your ear and you see the way his body twitches under the covers. Your breath hitches and you chew on your lip, debating if you should wake him up before it went too far, or watch him in a vulnerable state.

The moment you hear your name quietly slip from his lips you throw all of your moral dilemmas away. Your thighs press together as his quiet whimpers increase, his hips bucking slightly. You feel an once of guilt ooze into your thoughts at how shamelessly you watch him thrash around, having a wet dream about you as you lay right next to him. You still consider waking him before he cries out with a shudder and goes still. You know he's already came when a wicked idea crosses your mind making you smirk to yourself.

You shift in the bed and end up sitting with your feet tucked under you as you shake Michael awake gently. His eyes slowly blink open and try to adjust to the lighting before he makes out your form looming slightly over him.

"Wha-What's wrong?" He softly says your name with confusion, glancing up at you. You notice the way he briefly looks downwards and shifts, clearly feeling his release all over himself. You lean down closer to him and his breath hitches in his throat as you hover a few inches away from him, your palm resting on his lean stomach.

"Oh nothing, Michael. Just thought I could help with the …mess… you've made of yourself."

Even in the darkness you can make out the way his eyes blow wide, his mouth dropping open as he struggles to come up with an excuse. "I don't get what-"

"Had no idea you had the hots for your best friend. Calling out my name while you cum your pants with me laying right here." You catch him off guard, a choked sound coming from him while your gaze bores into him.

"It wasn't on purpose! Oh my goodness, I'm so embarrassed… I'm so sorry-"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. Let me clean you up." You slide the rest of the sheets back, revealing his plaid pajamas and the large wet patch that had formed in the center. You crawl over him and reach for the waistband, starting to slide both the pants and his boxers down before his hand lands on top of yours, stilling you.

"Y'know, you don't have to do that. I…I can take care of it myself." You glance up at him, watching his chest heave from the sight underneath him. Your lips twitch up at his sweetness, but you had your mind made up five minutes prior.

"Michael, you have no idea how long I've thought about doing this." His hand slowly slips from on top of yours at your words, allowing you to continue to tug his soiled clothes down. His mostly soft cock twitches as your hand makes contact with it, Michael shivering from the faint touch.

You drag your tongue along the sticky patch that gathered by his thigh, lapping up the mess he had made. His thigh clenches as you continue your ascent towards the still leaking tip, eventually giving a kitten lick to the sensitive tip. He whines at the sensation, his cock stirring to life once more as you sucked along the tip, licking him clean. You grab his length and lick all the way from his balls up to his tip, gathering up any of the salty remnants from his dream earlier. He breathes heavily, watching with hooded eyes as you start to throat his dick, causing his hips to involuntarily snap up. You choke around him, earning a quiet 'sorry' from above you.

You play with his balls with one hand as you eagerly drool down his dick, slurping noises filling the room while Michael bites his fist to stay silent.

"Oh my…Lord…You're heavenly." He babbles above you, in a trance from the way you gag around his thick cock yet keep taking him as far as possible in your throat.

He has to pull you off of him when you start to swivel your tongue on the flat underside of his tip, his second climax nearly washing over him from the action alone. "Stop! I don't want to… you know…" You smile at how shy he was— not even able to say the vulgar word. "I've thought about it a lot and… I want to be inside of you. If you'd allow it."

He speaks each word on edge, as if you'd pull away and tell him no. He knows you have more experience than him, which is why he would trust you with his most vulnerable experience. His sweet best friend he's been dying to stuff full of his dick for the first time.

"Oh, Michael. I want you so bad." You cup his face, leaning down to capture his lips. He sighs into the kiss, feeling blissful from the feel of you moving against him. You slide up to straddle him, your satin shorts pressing against his hardness as you rock your core on him. He moans into the kiss, big palms guiding you down onto his length.

"Michael." You pull away and look down at him. He looks gorgeous, practically glowing despite the nonexistent light in the room. You pull your satin tank top off and toss it away, your boobs tumbling out as Michael froze with shock.

"Yes, my love?" His big eyes peer up at you in adoration.

"I need you inside of me… right now…" You accentuate every word by grinding against him, his quiet whimpers shifting to soft moans.

"But… I should prepare you a little bit, right?" His hands trail to your ass, giving a soft squeeze there.

Before you know it, you're spread on your back with your bottom layers discarded as Michael pumps two long fingers in and out of your dripping center. He watches your expressions carefully as you squirm around, gripping his forearm tightly while he works you open for him.

"Michael, you feel so good!" You cry out, meeting his fingers with each curl, teetering towards your orgasm when he slips his fingers out of you, making you whine in frustration. He sucks on his fingers in pure ecstasy as you impatiently glare up at him, reaching to pull him closer.

"Wanna feel you around me… at the same time as me.." He says shyly, though he held your gaze in the dark, showing he truly desired you.

He reaches around you to the nightstand and fumbles around before snatching up the foil he was searching for. You can't help and laugh, not expecting Michael to even own condoms.

"Did you steal those from one of your brothers?" You smile at him, loving the sheepish look that appears on his face as he rolls the protection on.

"Well, Randy gave me some. I just knew I wanted it to be with you. It couldn't be anyone but you."

You pull him towards you for another kiss, feeling his dick resting heavy against your thigh as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Y'know," You break away, resting your forehead against his as he searches your eyes. "I hoped this would happen soon. Everytime I sleep over I hoped you would press up against me and finally let me feel every inch of you." You emphasize with a drag of your nails along his back as he shudders from your proclamation.

"Why don't I show you how bad I've wanted this?" Michael spoke with an air of confidence he hadn't exuded earlier, lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. You both moan at the sensation and Michael barely is able to contain his desire as he slowly slid the rest of the way into your sopping cunt, groaning once he bottoms out.

You wait for him to move, allowing him to take in the feel of your pulsing walls constricting around him. He pulls back and gives a shallow experimental thrust, making you cry out from the drag of his cock. He starts with a slow pace, snapping his hips in controlled motions with each thrust hitting deep inside of your gummy walls.

You clench around him and he nearly doubles over, whimpering from the feeling as he keeps driving his dick into your sensitive spot. You claw at his back, begging for him to go faster. Michael felt like a final piece of a puzzle clicked together as a wicked grin takes over his face.

With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he brings one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and buries himself deep. You can't help the loud moan from escaping as Michael slams into you, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust. You squeeze him tighter, enjoying how he was fucking you into the mattress despite being a moaning, whimpering mess between your legs.

"Michael, we're so- oh fuck- so loud!" You moan into his ear, Michael distracted by watching where the two of you connect and the way your juices were leaving a shiny gloss all down him as he made his dick disappear inside of you.

He thinks about how Jermaine's room was next to his and the comment his brother made earlier becomes etched on his mind. Couldn't even handle her if he tried— he hopped Jermaine was able to hear every moan that flew out of you, the bang of the headboard against the wall, and the way Michael pounded into your dripping pussy through the walls.

"Let- Let him hear how good I make you feel." He speaks lowly, kissing along your cheeks and neck as you squelch around him, your climax building intensely. You reach down to rub your needy clit, immediately feeling your peak about to hit. You moan out Michael's name repeatedly while he abuses your dripping cunt, burying himself to the hilt in a desperate need to keep you full of him.

Your climax hits you hard as you clench down on him, shaking vigorously while Michael kisses on your neck, repeating "So good, you're so good for me." Into your skin while you cry out his name.

You're shaking from overstimulation as Michael drills into you, chasing his own release. Your other leg goes over his shoulder and he moans from how tight you feel around him now, his thrusts growing sloppier. "You're such a good boy, Michael. Fucking me so- oh so good!" You mew into his ear, making him whimper from the praise.

"I wanna cum so bad," He cries out your name, shaking as he feels his stomach grow tight, moments away from spilling inside of you. "Please, please baby I need it!" He moans, burying himself deeply while you drag your nails up his back, pressing him closer to you.

"Cum for me, Michael. Lemme feel you." Your words are what breaks the dam, Michael thrusting sloppily into you before he cries out, tucking his face into your neck as he fills the condom with his load, calling your name over and over until he eventually stills.

He pulls out of you with a weak whine, standing on shaky legs to discard the soiled condom before flopping down next to you, pulling you close to his side.

He hears a sound out in the hallway coming from Jermaine's room and can't help but smirk to himself.

His brother will never question if he can handle you ever again, and that was for certain.

the little noises escaping his lips as you slide him out of his slacks and boxers have you clenching around nothing. a gentle kiss planted on the mauve colored tip, oozing with pre cum had his head thrown back, already trembling from the ghost of your touch.

you couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you went to lick the underside of his head, his hips jerking up in reaction. when you finally take him into your mouth he cries out loudly, his fists digging into the couch beside him. he was too big, too thick, to properly take him all so you work your hand down the base, pumping in tandem with the bobs of your head.

“ah- that’s- oh lord.” he was babbling above you, eyes screwed shut from pleasure as you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip. he let out the most pathetic moan, involuntarily bucking his hips up at the feel.

“s-sorry. it-it’s too good.” his hand inevitably finds purchase within your hair, not guiding nor pushing, just grounding him as he moaned and squirmed around.

the noises filling the studio were lewd, from the wet sounds of your mouth being stuffed full and michael’s choir of moans. “this is so…” he gasped as you quicken your pace, feeling his thighs trembling underneath of you. “so… dirty.” he quipped, prying his eyes open to look down. you were already glaring up at him, the sight pushing him to his peak already.

“oh- i’m.. i’m about to..” his grip on your hair tightened as you felt his dick twitch in your mouth. “where should i?” his usual airy voice was nearly strangled, huffing after his sentence. you kept eye contact with him, raising a brow and humming around him, your way of saying you’re staying put. the vibration of your mouth was enough to push him over the edge, whining as his hips jerked forward once again, crying out your name as your mouth grew warm.

you kept sucking until every last salty drop was swallowed, michael whimpering above you as his body shook. you swirl your tongue around him once more, garnering a loud moan, his large palms going over his face. “please i can’t- no more-“ he whimpered, overstimulation filling his senses.

you pull off him with a grin, licking your lips as you crawled back up to plant a kiss on his lips, allowing him to taste the remnants of himself. he groaned into your mouth and chased your lips when you eventually pulled away.

“you did so good for me, baby. i love hearing you like that.” you cup his flushed cheeks, holding his wide eyed gaze.

“can i… i make you feel good too?” he spoke in his usual soft tone, eyes sparkling up at you.

“don’t you have another demo to cut?” you inquired. he shook his head with a faint smile, his large hand planting on the small of your back.

“it can be finished later.”