#michael x reader

“I want you to know you’re welcome here anytime, baby” “Come over whenever you want. Don’t even worry about knocking.”

“Are you sure, Michael? I wouldn't want to intrude-”

“Of course I’m sure,” “You could never intrude.”

A small smile had tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand.

“I’m always gonna want you here with me.”

And he meant it.

Atleast you thought he did.

That was why you never hesitated now when you walked through those doors.

You could hear the laughs of some of the brothers in the kitchen so you made your way there assuming thats where you would find your boyfriend. 

And as you were about to step into the kitchen you heard your name.

You stopped.

Not because you were trying to listen.

But Michael’s voice caught your attention before you even had the chance to announce yourself.

“She’s just…. really clingy sometimes.”

Your smile slowly faded.

Clingy.

The word sat heavy in your chest in a way you didn’t expect. You weren’t clingy, were you? I mean sure you did love spending all your free time with Michael and sure, you checked in on him throughout the day but you assumed he liked it too, right?

Apparently not. 

So you quietly turned around and drove home before you could even hear what he had to say next.

Normally, you would have called Michael as soon as you got home. 

But your phone stayed untouched on your nightstand by your bed. 

You set your things down, changed into something more comfortable, and sat on the edge of your bed for longer than you meant to.

It was silly.

You knew that.

But the word kept replaying in your mind.

Clingy.

A small tear slipped down your cheek before you even realized you were crying and you stayed like that for awhile.

It wasn’t until the next day that michael finally decided to call you.

You still answered, but you weren’t as eager to fill the silence afterward.

“Hello?”

“Baby!” He sounded so excited, why was he so excited?

His voice immediately softened something in you.

“Hi, Michael.” There was a small pause on the other end of the line, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could already imagine the way his brows furrow slightly when something was bothering him.

“You okay?” The question made your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

It came out too quickly.

“I’m just tired,” you added, trying to make it sound more believable. Another quiet moment passed. Normally, neither of you ever struggled to find something to say. There was always another reason to keep the conversation going.

“You’re quiet,” he finally said.

“I’m just tired.” you reemphasized.

Michael hummed, clearly not completely convinced, but he didn’t push.“You’re not coming over today?”

You looked down at your hands. “I don’t know. I figured you were probably tired.”

“I am tired,” Michael admitted, a small laugh slipping into his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”

“..”

“Baby…”

You could hear the concern in his voice, and that almost made it harder.

“I’m okay, Michael,” you said quickly. “Really. I think I’m just gonna rest today.”

Normally, Michael would have asked what was wrong and kept asking until you finally opened up. But something about the way you said it made him hesitate, leaving him unsure whether he should push or give you the space you seemed to be asking for.

“You sure you don’t want me to come by?” “I’m sure.”

A pause.

“Okay.” The disappointment in his voice was small, but you still noticed it.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said. “Okay.”

Another silence followed, one that felt too long for two people who were usually so comfortable with each other.

“Alright, baby. Get some rest.”

“Bye, Michael.” You hung up before he could say anything else and for a moment, you just stared at the phone in your hand.

The rest of your days during the week consisted of you and Michael basically playing cat and mouse.

He would call, like he always did, but you would let the phone ring a few extra times before finally answering. The conversations were never long anymore, your replies careful and excuses ready whenever there was a chance he might ask what had changed. 

Michael noticed.

Eventually, he started coming by your house, sometimes with flowers or something small he thought you would like, hoping you would open the door and tell him what was wrong. But every time, you found yourself staying quiet, pretending you weren’t home until he finally left.

You knew you were avoiding him.

You also knew you didn’t really know how else to handle the hurt you were carrying.

Mike on the other hand, had spent the entire week trying to convince himself that he was overthinking it.

That maybe you really were just tired. Maybe you were busy. Maybe there was some simple explanation for why your voice sounded different every time he called and why you suddenly seemed like you were always finding a reason not to see him.

But the more days that passed, the harder it became to believe that.

By the end of the week, it had become impossible for Michael to convince himself that everything was fine.

He tried throwing himself into work the way he always did. Dance rehearsals, recording sessions, meetings. Normally, they were enough to keep his mind occupied.

This time, they weren't.

His thoughts always seemed to find their way back to you.

He replayed your conversations over and over, searching for something he might have missed. Had he forgotten something important? Had he said something carelessly? Was he working too much? He couldn't think of a single reason why the person who he revolved his days to be around suddenly couldn't bear to look at him.

His brothers noticed too.

"You alright?" Marlon asked one afternoon as the two of them sat around the kitchen island.

Michael looked up from the plate he had barely touched.

"Yeah."

Marlon raised an eyebrow.

"You don't sound too sure."

Michael sighed quietly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "I think... I think something's wrong."

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

That was the part that bothered him most.

"I keep asking her if she's okay, and she says she is, but she barely answers my calls anymore. When she does, she's off the phone in five minutes." He looked down at the table, "I went by her apartment twice this week."

"And?"

"She didn't answer."

A silence filled the room.

"I don't think she's mad at me," Michael admitted after a moment. "If she was mad, she'd tell me. She always tells me… she’s just, distant."

Marlon frowned.

"So what are you gonna do?"

Michael didn't answer right away.

After a long moment, he looked up.

"I'm going back."

"And if she still doesn't answer?"

He stood from the table, ready to ask Bill to take him to what was naturally his second home.

"Then I'll keep trying til’ she does."

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The knock came just after lunch.

You didn't have to look through the window to know who it was. For a long moment you stared at the front door while the house remained completely silent around you.

 Another knock.

Gentler this time.

You closed your eyes for a second before letting out a quiet breath and reaching for the doorknob. When the door opened, Michael was standing exactly where you expected him to be.

He looked tired.

Not the kind of tired that came from rehearsals or long nights in the studio, but the kind that settled behind someone's eyes after they had spent too many nights wondering what they had done wrong.

His expression softened the moment he saw you.

"...Hi sweetheart."

"Hi."

Neither of you moved.

"I, um..." Michael glanced down for a second before holding out the small bouquet he'd been carrying. "These are for you."

You hesitated before taking them.

"Thank you."

"Can I come in?"

You stepped aside without saying a word.

Now he stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room, unsure if he should sit down or keep standing.

You placed the flowers on the counter and folded your arms loosely across yourself.

Michael looked down for a moment, his fingers brushing over the edge of his sleeve before he finally looked back at you.

"I don't really know where to start.. I just know that something's different."

The words were softer than you expected.

"I've been trying to figure it out all week, and I keep thinking maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I said something, or maybe I haven't been making enough time for you, or maybe..." He paused, letting out a quiet breath as he shook his head. "I don't know. I keep going over everything, but I can't find anything."

You looked away.

Michael noticed.

He always noticed.

"I miss you," he admitted. "And I know that probably sounds so stupid because it's only been a week, but it feels like you've been pulling away from me for so much longer than that."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Michael's eyebrows pulled together.

"Bother me?"

You swallowed.

"I just thought maybe you needed some space."

The confusion on his face only grew.

"Space from you?"

You didn't answer.

The silence told him more than words did.

Michael took a small step closer, his hands coming up to cup your jawline.

"Baby, why would you think that?"

You looked at him, trying to find the right words.

"I heard you."

Michael went still.

"What?"

"At your house Michael."

The room suddenly felt much quieter.

"I wasn't trying to listen," you rushed to explain. "I was just coming over for lunch, and I heard you talking with your brothers."

Michael's expression shifted, confusion slowly replacing itself with realization. "What did you hear?" he says your name softly.

You hesitated.

"I heard you say I was clingy."

For a moment, Michael didn't say anything.

Then his face softened.

"Oh, mama."

The way he said it almost made it harder.

"I thought..." Your voice caught slightly. "I thought I was too much for you."

Michael immediately shook his head.

"No."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

He pulled your head close to his, making sure you were looking at him, his expression filled with regret.

"Y/n, you didn't hear the rest of it."

You frowned slightly.

"The rest?"

Michael nodded.

"I was talking to my brothers because I was trying to explain how much I love having you around. I was telling them that you're always here, that you always want to spend time with me, and I was laughing because I realized I'm the exact same way."

A small, sad smile crossed his face. "I said you were clingy because I love that about you."

You stared at him. "I love that you call me after a long day. I love that you come over so we can watch movies together. I love that I get to know all the little things about your life because you want to tell me."

His voice softened.

"I didn't mean clingy like it was a bad thing."

You looked away, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding finally start to lift.

"I thought you were getting tired of me."

Michael's expression changed immediately. "Sweetheart, I spent this entire week thinking you were leaving me."

The honesty in his voice made you really look at him.

"I thought maybe you had finally realized that being with me is too much. I thought maybe I was asking too much from you, that with the album and my career.. It was getting too intense for you."

You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching at the thought that he had spent the entire week carrying that fear by himself.

“Michael,” you said softly.

His eyes lifted back to yours.

“I wasn’t leaving you.”

The words came out immediately, because you needed him to hear them.

“I wasn’t thinking about ending anything. I was just hurt and I thought I was giving you what you wanted. I just misunderstood you. I should’ve talked to you instead of disappearing, i’m sorry.”

Michael looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over yours.

“I missed you.”

A small smile tugged at your lips.

“I missed you too.”

“Really?”

You almost laughed.

“Mikey, I spent the whole week trying not to call you. Do you know how hard that was?”

That finally got a real smile out of him.

“I had a feeling.”

You rolled your eyes softly.

For the first time in days, you both looked completely at ease.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you repeated back again.

And finally, after a week of missed calls and avoiding each other, you closed the space between you.

The kiss was soft, like both of you were making sure this was real. But it didn’t take long for the relief of having each other back to settle in.

A week without him had felt much longer than it should have.

When you pulled away, Michael kept his arms around your waist, holding you close like he was making up for every moment he spent thinking he was losing you.

“I really missed this,” he murmured.

You smiled against him.

“I did too.”

“No more secretly disappearing because you think I need space.”

You laughed. “Okay.”

“Good,” he said, pulling you closer. “Because I was starting to think my girlfriend was trying to break up with me without telling me.”

“Michael,” you giggled harder this time.

“I’m just saying,” he teased. “Very rude way to find out.”

when you were younger, you never actually got the chance to meet janet's older brothers but it was only when you moved away to a different state and you saw how popular the jackson's became that you realised that your friend had fine ass brothers.

you remember having a crush on all of them, not knowing who to choose, but there was always one that stood out from the rest and that was michael.

it was just a coincidence that he turned out to be a bigger star than the rest of them, with him going solo and having the biggest selling album of all time.

you pull your car to a stop, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head before opening your car door.

just as you go to open up your trunk so you can get out your multiple suitcases, the door of hayvenhurst bursts open.

“you’re here!” janet squeals, running towards you and giving you a massive hug.

you laugh, hugging her back just as tightly.

“im so excited to be here. oh my gosh this place is much bigger in person.” you gawk, looking up at the massive lawn.

“ehhh you get used to it.” janet smiles, before looking at the multiple suitcases and bags that are stuffed into your trunk.

“girl did you pack your whole life in here?” she laughs, helping you take out your stuff.

“janet im here for six damn weeks, i need options.” you giggle.

“fair enough.” she nods, “i hope you have a lot of bikinis in there because we’re about to be by that pool all the time!” she raises a brow.

you give her a look that means ‘girl be so for real.’

she laughs at your facial expression, grabbing a few of your bags and helping you to the door.

“but seriously,” you start. “are you sure your mom is fine with me staying?” you ask.

“pff of course! mommy is more excited for you to stay than i am. she did say there needs to be more women in the house.” janet laughs, dropping one of your suitcases right by the door.

“what about your brothers, will they be fine with me staying?”

“who cares what they think?” janet shrugs. “plus this estate is big enough for us to never see their ugly faces.”

you laugh at her words, going back to your trunk so you can grab a few more bags. it does really feel like you packed your whole world in here. but you’d rather have too much clothes, than too little!

you jump when you hear janet scream at the top of her lungs. “randy! michael! come down here!”

“what?” janet shrugs, when she sees your expression. “we shouldn’t have to carry all of this by ourselves.”

“janet it’s fine.” you smile. “this is all technically my stuff so i should be the one carrying it all.”

“girl please, i have brothers for reasons like this one.” right as she says those words, randy comes round the corner followed by michael.

“did you really have to shout that loud?” randy raises a brow, putting his hands on his hips.

you stop in your tracks when your eyes find michael’s. he looks even more beautiful in person.

“who’s she?” michael’s questions, his voice so smooth and soft spoken that it feels like you’ve been wrapped in a blanket.

“she’s my friend.” janet smiles, “and she’s staying for the summer so be nice.”

“oh ill be nice alright.” randy says, his eyes trailing your body up and down.

you laugh at his words, pulling out another suitcase.

“now go help the girl, that’s what i called y’all down for.” janet says, pushing michael towards you.

randy sighs, coming towards you and helping you with your bags.

“what’s your name?” he asks.

you tell him your name, fixing your sunglasses that are trying to slip off of the top of your head.

“that’s a pretty name.” randy smirks, shaking your hand. but not before squeezing it gently.

“randy stop flirting with my friend, and michael,” you look over to see that michael still hasn’t moved from his position by the door, “stop gawking and go help randy!” janet huffs, bossing around her older brothers.

michael sighs, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, and walking over to your car so he can help with the bags.

the first thing you notice when he steps near you is his cologne.

how can a man smell so damn good.

“hi.” michael nods, holding his hand out for you to shake.

his hand is big, way bigger than yours and you look down at the warmth radiating from his palms.

“hi.” you say, sounding just a bit breathless. “thanks for helping with my stuff, i know it’s a lot but i’m here for the whole summer and i wanted to make sure that i had enough clothes…” you trail off when you see the amused look on janet, randy and even michael’s face.

your face starts to feel strangely warm at the realisation that you just word vomited in front of michael jackson.

randy let’s out a laugh in disbelief. “no way.”

michael stays silent, still gripping your hand, and still staring into your eyes like he’s trying to look into your soul.

“girl.” janet shakes her head, a smile forming on her face, “come and get your butt in this house so i can show you your room.”

“right!” you clear your throat, letting go of michael’s hand who still hasn’t moved, and making your way to the massive doors of hayvenhurst.

“thank you again by the way!” you say over your shoulder to the two men.

“just come on!” janet laughs, leading you into the large foyer.

“i just embarrassed myself didn’t i.” you let out a nervous laugh.

“why did you just spill your guts out there?” janet laughs. “and to michael of all people…”

“i don’t know,” you shrug, “he’s just so nice and…”

janet throws her head back in laughter. “oh my god you totally have a crush on michael.”

“wha— no!” you exclaim, following your friend as she leads you up a large staircase.

“you definitely do. i can’t wait to tell the rest of my brothers and la toya. i mean, i think randy already realised.”

“janet i don’t have a crush on him!” you shout, following her down a long hallway until eventually you both stop at a door.

“mhmm, sure you don’t.” she laughs, “well if you do then this will become a very interesting summer!”

“well i don’t. so there will be nothing interesting to see!” you cross your arms.

“okay!” janet holds her hands up in surrender. “anyways this is your room, my room is just down that hall, to the left and if you must know michael’s room is down that way, all the way at the end of the hall. you can’t miss it.”

“janet!” you gasp, pushing her shoulder playfully.

“okay! okay! ill stop.” she laughs. “but i’m really happy you’re here, you’re gonna enjoy yourself so much!”

“i cannot thank you enough for letting me be here this summer, i know we’re going to have so much fun.” you pull her into a hug.

“that we are!” she says, pulling away. “i mean hot girl summer, remember?”

“exactly that!” you both cackle, doing the handshake that you both learnt when you were both just little girls in school.

“i’m going to leave you here and see how the boys are doing with your overwhelming amount of bags, and you can just meet me downstairs at the pool in, ill say maybe an hour?”

you nod. “definitely! i’m going to take a quick shower because the drive here was long, and ill meet you by the pool, if i can even find where it is.” you laugh.

“okay then how about i meet you here in an hour so i can show you where the pool is because id hate for you to get lost on your first day here!” janet giggles.

“yes, that’ll be amazing.” you open your door, stepping inside. “thank you again, janet.” you say, before closing your door and realising that you may have fucked up by coming here.

because the whole time you were speaking to janet, the only person who was on your mind was michael freaking jackson.

“so…” randy smirks, leaning against your car with his arms crossed.

michael looks up at his younger brother in confusion. “what?”

“so what do you think about pretty girl… janet’s friend.”

michael shrugs, “nothing? i don’t even know her.”

“oh but i bet you wanna know her.” randy laughs.

michael scrunches up his face, “no i don’t. she’s not my friend, why would i want to get to know her? stop being stupid randy.”

“well she obviously likes you.” randy says, raising his eyebrow. “pretty girl never even gave me a second glance when she saw you.”

“she has a name.” michael huffs, crossing his arms.

“ohhhh!” randy cackles, pushing his brothers shoulder. “you don’t like me calling her that do you? getting a bit protective aren’t you mikey?”

“oh shut up.” michael mumbles, feeling his face start to burn up.

“just admit that you like her.” randy states.

“i don’t know her, randy. how can i like someone i don’t know?” michael exclaims, getting frustrated by his little brothers pestering.

“so you’re saying you don’t find her attractive?”

“i— i don’t…”

randy laughs at his brother fumbling over his own words.

“it’s okay to find a girl pretty mikey.” randy snickers, finding this whole situation comical.

michael’s face now feels hot to touch, because he does find you attractive, more than attractive and this is the first time he’s ever met you. so how on earth is he going to handle spending the whole summer with you?

“what are you guys just doing standing there?” michael hears janet call from the open door.

“we’re talkin!” randy yells back.

“well less talking and more carrying these bags upstairs for my girl!” janet stomps back into the house.

“i swear sometimes i wonder who’s worse, her or mother.” randy shakes his head, doing exactly what his baby sister is asking him to do.

michael on the other hand is distracted by you. the way you showed up in tiny tank top, showing a sliver of your smooth stomach, and jeans that hugged your arse so perfectly that he wonders if they were painted on.

he sighs in frustration, annoyed by his own mind.

he shouldn’t be thinking this way about another woman, especially not a woman that’s the same age as his damn sister.

but for some reason he can’t, his mind is engraved with the thought of you.

for the past couple of days, all you and janet have been doing is lazing around by the pool, painting each others nails, shopping, gossiping about ex boyfriends, and just having fun.

you never thought hayvenhurst could be this welcoming, and have such a homey feeling. and you also didn’t expect janet to be correct about the mansion being big enough that you won’t even see her brothers or anyone else for that matter, because you’ve actually hardly seen them.

this is only your second week here so far, and you’ve only caught a tiny glimpse of marlon when he was on his way out to a date, but that’s it.

it’s like they all have their own seperate bubbles in the estate and only come out when they feel like it.

that’s why it was such a shock that when you decided to come into the kitchen late at night to grab a bottle of water, you found michael sitting on a stool at the island, with a notebook and a glass of orange juice.

you nearly run back out of the kitchen and back to your room because not only is the one person who you can’t get out of your mind less than ten feet away but also because you’re alone… with him.

a man who has been in your dreams for as long as you can remember and now he’s just there, right in your reach.

you’re probably going to embarrass yourself again.

he still hasn’t noticed you by the door way, too busy scribbling down notes.

“hi.” you mumble, stepping into the kitchen and making a beeline straight for the fridge.

michael’s head pops up at the sound of your smooth, velvety voice and immediately takes in what you’re wearing. he tries not to let his eyes wander, but it’s hard to stay focused when he can make out your tiny pyjama shorts, that look like they just about cover your arse.

he clears his throat, ridding his mind of those filthy thoughts. “hi.” his mouth forms a tight lipped smile, before he ducks his head back down and tries to concentrate on his notebook filled with unfinished lyrics.

you feel a small pang of hurt in your chest at the feeling of being dismissed. you get it, you’re just a regular girl who happens to be his sisters bestfriend and also staying in his home for the summer, but he doesn’t even care that you’re here, at all.

honestly why would he? he probably has hundreds of women fawning over him and you think that out of all of them, you’ll be the one to catch his attention.

ugh, you hate that you’re so delusional and you hate that you can’t get him out of your fucking head.

“sorry.” you apologise, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. “m’ just here to get water, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” you give him the same tight lipped smile that he gave you and start to make your way out of the kitchen.

“it’s okay.” his soft voice, stops you immediately. “you didn’t disturb me.”

you turn around immediately at his words, biting your bottom lip.

“are you not tired?” you ask, mentally face palming at the question. you just got an invitation to carry on a conversation with your biggest obsession and the first thing you ask him is that? “im sorry, that’s not what i meant, i mean… its late and you’re not in bed like everyone else.” you shrug.

you should really stop speaking. because it’s like the more you speak, the more embarrassing shit comes out your mouth.

michael let’s put a soft chuckle. “it’s okay. i find it hard to sleep at night sometimes, so instead of sleeping, i write down all the ideas that keep me up.”

you nod in understanding.

“why aren’t you sleeping?” you see him raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips and how he easily flipped the question back onto you.

“i- i was sleeping!” you sputter out.

“yet you’re here standing in front of me.” your mouth widens in shock at his bold words.

he normally seems so shy and secluded but you didn’t know that he could be so bold and dare you say, funny?

before you knew it you found yourself on the stool right beside him, talking, laughing and joking around like life long friends.

“you’re so funny!” you laugh, after recovering from a laugh attack that he just gave you. you swear you probably have abs from how hard he’s made you laugh.

he shrugs, a wide smile on his face.

and that’s when you realise that it’s already later than it was before, and you are getting a bit tired.

you yawn for what feels like the twentieth time, and that’s when michael realises you should probably go to bed.

he stands up, stretching out his legs. “c’mon.” he holds out his hand so you can help you off of the stool even though he doesn’t have to. but he is a gentleman after all. “you need to go to bed. you’re practically falling asleep sitting up.”

“i do.” you yawn. “i really enjoyed talking to you tonight mikey.” you give him a tired smile.

“mikey?” he raises a brow.

“yeah. short for michael, do you not like that?” you ask, wondering if you’ve overstepped a line. you may have just spoken to him for an hour straight but you’re still practically a nobody to him.

“i like when you say it.” he says, causing heat to creep up the back of your neck.

was that him just flirting with you?

“okay.” you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “ill call you that more often then.” you smile, grabbing your unopened bottle of water.

“goodnight mikey.” you whisper, leaving him standing at the kitchen island all by himself.

as you walk out of the kitchen, michael takes a deep breath.

he never wanted this. it was okay at first because he thought he could keep himself busy and avoid you. but now that he’s heard your laugh, heard your sassy comebacks, saw the way you looked so relaxed in his presence… he just may have fucked up.

because now he has to have you.

you and michael have sort of made a routine since that one night you both spent talking in the kitchen. it happened once, then again, then again until every single night after that, you found yourself in that kitchen talking to michael about how your day went, what you and janet got up too etc. and he did the same, talking to you about his demo’s that he showed quincy, telling you about how he went to visit a children’s hospital with bill so he could give them toys and read them stories.

you never thought you could become even more obsessed with someone. but michael is genuinely one of a kind. he’s quirky, has a good soul, loves to compliment you. at this point you’ll consider him your friend.

you remember trying to hide it from janet the first night but she saw underneath all of your lies and is aware that you want michael jackson… badly.

she wastes no time with teasing you about him every chance she gets, like now.

“i can practically see you drooling.” janet snickers.

you gasp, hitting her softly on her arm.

“that was so loud, what if he hears!” you exclaim, looking over at the pool where michael and his brothers are relaxing.

“oh please, he’s already staring at you.”

your neck snaps towards michael, who’s laying on a float, with his shirt unbuttoned and swim shorts. you can’t exactly see if he’s looking at you since he’s wearing his shades, and marlon seems to be saying something to him. but with the way his head is pointed in your direction, you can’t exactly rule out the fact that he might be looking at you.

you lean back on your sunbed, scoffing. “why would he even be staring at me?”

“because he likes you, and you unfortunately like him.” she makes a face in disgust, still trying to get over the fact that you have a massive crush on her brother.

you laugh, “it’s not unfortunate, he’s cute. really cute.”

she pretends to gag at your words. “okay i can just about deal with you having a crush on my brother, but i can’t and won’t sit here and listen to you absolutely drool over him.”

“you started it. you should’ve never said anything.” you say, watching the way randy jumps into the pool, splashing everyone even you a bit.

“damn it, randy.” janet yells, wiping her arms off with her towel that was hung at the back of her sunbed.

“that’s what happens when you girls refuse to get in the pool.” randy grins.

“im tanning.” janet holds up her middle finger, before settling back and closing her eyes.

“what about you pretty girl, you wanna come in the pool with us.” you laugh at the nickname randy has given you, because unfortunately from the first day he met you and he called you that, it’s seemed to have stuck.

“sure.” you shrug, taking off your shades and plopping them on your sunbed.

janet lifts her shades up and gives you a cheeky wink.

“stop it.” you laugh, taking off your cover up that’s wrapped around your waist.

you slip into the pool, and right away you’re getting splashed with water from randy.

“randy!” you squeal, splashing water back at him.

you shriek, swimming to the edge of the pool coincidentally next to michael and his float.

“quit it.” michael says to randy, when he sees you trying to get away from him.

“oh you hiding behind mikey now?” randy smirks, when you hide behind michael’s float.

your smile is so big that you’re surprised your cheeks ain’t aching, “i thought i was going to have a peaceful swim in the pool not for you to try and drown me!” you joke.

“that’s why i never go in the pool with them boys!” janet shouts from her sunbed.

“you could’ve warned me!” you shout back, still clutching onto the edge of michael’s float who is laying there unfazed by this whole thing.

“it’s okay pretty, ill get you back next time.” randy gives you a wink before getting absolutely dunked by marlon.

“and that’s what he gets.” michael whispers to himself but you overhear it.

“hey!” you look up at him, brushing some of your wet curls out of your face.

“hey,” he says softly, smiling down at you.

michael tracks the way you bite your lip nervously before opening up your mouth to speak.

“were you watching me over there?” you grin.

“i was.” he says, honestly.

“why?” you question, putting both of your hands on his float, right near his shoulder.

“‘cause you’re pretty.” your heart speeds up at his choice of words.

“you think so?” you ask boldly, you have no idea where this surge of boldness has came from.

“mhm.” he hums, his gaze dropping to your lips. a sudden silence takes over and you realise that your faces are much closer than they were before.

“will yall just kiss already!” marlon shouts, from across the pool.

the tension snaps, you both looking in marlon’s direction.

“that’s what im saying!” janet shouts, making you duck your head in embarrassment.

“you guys are annoying.” michael mutters, settling back onto his float. you were so entranced by him that you never realised that he was leaned over his float just so he could be close to you.

you shriek, when randy catches you off guard yet again with a splash of water.

“you know what!” you shake your head, deciding to splash him back with everything you got.

“wait wait— pretty m’sorry!” he pleads, when you don’t stop.

“that’s what you get!” you laugh, you look back at michael’s float after being distracted by randy for so long, only to see that his float is empty and he’s making his way back inside with a towel on his shoulder.

“where’s he going?” you ask, “it’s still hot outside?”

“he might be jealous...” marlon says, raising a brow towards you and randy.

“huh?” you ask, seeing randy and marlon laughing. “why would michael be jealous?”

“pretty girl, have you not seen the way he looks at you? that man is obsessed!”

you give randy a look in utter confusion. “i- we… we’re friends, i think? i mean i- i find him cute but he hasn’t made any move that suggests he feels the same about me?” you just about sputter out your words, heat creeping up your neck at the thought that michael may feel the same way about you.

he did call you pretty, so maybe that might mean something. but so does randy and there’s nothing romantic about that?

janet says your name with a groan, sitting up on her sunbed. “babe i love you, i really do but you’re acting really stupid right now.”

“what?” you exclaim.

“he likes you!” marlon says, “you really thought this whole time that this was him just being friendly?”

“yeah!” you shrug. “he’s a nice guy!”

“oh my god.” janet throws her hands in the air, dramatically. “girl you better get your butt in that house and search for your man.”

you nearly choke at her words, “he’s not my man!”

“well he wants to be, and i know you want him to be exactly that, so stop acting like you don’t!” janet says, you stay in the pool, staring at her and her brothers in utter bewilderment.

janet says your name, “go!”

you blink away your nerves, swallowing nervously and getting out of the pool with randy’s help.

“make sure he’s not too mad at me aight, i just wanted to give you both a little push,” randy winks at you, sending you into the hayvenhurst mansion in search of michael.

“michael!” you yell, wrapping your towel around your waist.

you check in the kitchen, no sight of him.

you check the living room, nope, not there.

you remember janet saying that his room is on the same floor as yours, just the last door down the hall, so you decide to trust her words and find his room.

you get to his door, knocking on it a few times. “michael! are you in there?” you ask.

“mikey!” you knock again, not hearing an answer.

you go to knock again, but the door opens revealing michael who looks utterly pissed.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this furious before, and you want to know why.

“can i come in?” you question, when he just stands at the door in silence.

he steps to the side, letting you come into his room. you look around, seeing albums and vinyls everywhere.

pictures and post it notes stuck to every wall, his room basically looks like a studio booth, just with a bed in the middle.

you turn around when you realise he’s still silent behind you.

“michael what’s wrong?” you ask him, sitting on the couch that’s opposite his bed.

“nothing.” he shrugs. “you didn’t need to come and look for me.”

“well i do because you’re brothers were saying that you were upset, did i do something?”

michael looks at you, really looks at you and sees the desperation in your eyes.

“you did nothing, there’s nothing wrong.” he repeats himself, sitting on the edge of his bed.

you sigh, standing up and sitting beside him. “mikey…” you whisper, trying to amp yourself up so you can ask him the question. you are hoping that janet, randy and marlon aren’t setting you up because if they are, what you’re about to say will be embarrassing. “were you jealous seeing me with randy?”

michael’s head snaps up, and the look in his eyes tells it all. “yes. i was.” he admits, truthfully.

your mouth opens in shock at his words, because they were right. janet, marlon and randy were right, he does feel the same way about you.

“i— i hated seeing you two laugh with each other, or the way he kept on calling you pretty girl and—” before you can stop yourself you lean up and press a deep kiss on his lips, stopping him from speaking. after the initial shock of the kiss vanishes, michael closes his eyes, his hand coming up to the back of your head so he can deepen the kiss.

you let out a small whimper in the kiss when michael gently pushes you down onto the bed so he’s now on top of you. you grip onto his unbuttoned shirt, pulling his mouth harder against yours, as you let his tongue push past your lips. the kiss is desperate, messy, filled with heat and lust. but at this point you don’t care, this is all you’ve needed from when you first saw him.

he breaks away from the kiss panting, his forehead dropping against yours. you give him a few light pecks, not wanting your lips to leave his.

“you don’t have to be jealous.” you pant, your hand coming up to tangle in his curls. “because all ive wanted is you.” this time michael is the one kissing you, his mouth shifting into a grin, kissing you like he just the thought of you makes him hungry.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body more firmly on top of yours. you gasp in his mouth, when you feel something thick and heavy pressed against your stomach.

michael realises, breaking away from the kiss and looking down to see a massive tent in his swim shorts. you immediately see the embarrassment on his face. “m’sorry,” he sits up and covers his face. “you— you just drive me insane and you’re so pretty and…”

“mikey.” you say, sitting up and pulling his hands from his face.

“it’s okay.” you smile, biting your bottom lip. you put your hand over his bulge, giving it a squeeze.

michael groans, dropping his head back.

“baby…” he moans, just by the light touch of your hand.

“do you want this?” you question.

“yes.” michael says quickly when your hand goes into his shorts, finding his hot and heavy length. “ive never… fuck,” he curses when you wrap your hand around him, your fingers not even touching all the way, “ive never done this before.”

him saying that shocks you because he’s older than you by a couple years, and while you’ve had boyfriends and have fucked a few times… he hasn’t.

you’ll be lying if you say that you being his first doesn’t make you wet.

“that’s okay.” you whisper, climbing off the bed and getting on your knees right in front of him. you pull him out of his shorts fully, gawking at the length and thickness of him.

“baby, you don’t have to—” michael groans, his eyes rolling back when you wrap your warm mouth around his fat tip. you open your mouth wider, trying to get as much of him in your mouth as possible.

you bob your head up and down, humming at the taste of him.

“oh…” he pants, swallowing hard when you look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. “this feels so good.”

you hum, opening your legs a little wider, your clit throbbing just from you sucking him off.

you take him into your mouth deeper, gagging when his tip reaches the back of your throat. you come off his dick with a pop, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting all the pre cum that’s oozing out.

michael bucks his hips, when you put him back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bopping your head faster.

you feel his dick twitch in your throat, knowing that he’s so close, “oh gosh…baby!” michael whines. his mouth falling open in utter bliss.

“wait, wait!” michael pants, gently using your hair to pull you off of him.

you look up at him, spit dribbling down your chin, your eyes glossy with lust.

“come here,” michael says, pulling you up from your position on your knees.

“wha— mphhh!” michael kisses you, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue and pulls you onto his lap so you’re right above his throbbing length.

“wanna feel you.” he mumbles against your lips. you nod, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and feeling your wetness coating your fingers. you reach behind you, raising yourself up as high as you can, feeling his tip breach your entrance.

your mouth falls open, feeling the delicious stretch of his tip pushing inside of you.

michael pushes his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his moans.

you push your self down slowly, taking in every single thick inch of his length.

once you’re fully seated you pull michael’s face towards you, connecting your lips in a messy kiss.

you hold his face, staring into his eyes when you raise yourself up right to the tip and then drop yourself back down.

you moan, finding a steady rhythm and loving the feeling of his thickness stretching you open every time you reach the hilt of him.

“you feel so good,” michael gasps, leaning back on his hands and watching the way your pussy swallows him.

“hmm… so big. you’re so big.” you whine, bouncing faster and feeling that warm heat low in your stomach.

michael grips onto your hips, laying his back down on the mattress fully, even though his feet are still pressed on the floor.

you grind your hips, rubbing your clit and feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.

gripping your hips tighter, michael starts thrusting up into you, throwing his head back at the utter tightness and warmth of your cunt.

he swears he’s never felt such pleasure before in his life.

you shatter above him, flopping onto his chest, hearing his almost broken moans, while his thrusts quicken until you feel him push his whole length into you, feeling the warmth of his seed burst into your womb.

“holy shit.” is the first thing you hear, after the ringing in your ears subside.

you look up at him with a dazed smile, seeing how fucked out he looks.

his curls are sticking to his head, his eyes are completely glossed over. dare you say that he looks… reborn.

“i didn’t expect that to happen when i just came up here to check if you were okay.” you giggle, dropping your head back onto his chest.

“me neither.” he chuckles, “but im glad it happened.”

“really?” you say.

“definitely. ive been wanting to do that since i saw you.”

you hide your face in his neck, feeling embarrassed after you’ve already rode the fuck out of him.

“mikey.” you giggle.

he drops his head down, giving you a kiss on your temple. “im serious though, i didn’t like the way randy was all over you.”

you laugh, “he said he was just doing that so he could give us a little push and now you have to thank him because it worked!” you gesture between the two of you.

“nah i ain’t ever thanking that big head.” michael grins, rubbing a hand up your back.

you smile, leaning up to kiss him deeply.

who knew staying at your bestfriend’s home would have you shackling up with her older brother.

“you think they’re both okay up there? should i go and check on her?” janet asks her brother’s, who have long since came out of the pool and are just playing catch with a beach ball.

marlon snickers, shaking his head. “if you know what’s better for you baby sis, you better leave that girl alone until tomorrow morning. she ain’t coming down anytime soon.”

randy laughs, shaking marlon’s hand.

janet’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at what they’re getting at. after a couple moments of thinking it over, she nearly throws up at the thought. “ew gross! don’t be saying that marlon!” she shouts, throwing a towel at his head.

“you did ask!” marlon cackles.

“yeah right!” janet pouts, knowing that as disgusting as it is, marlon is right and now she’s unfortunately going to have to share you with michael.

because knowing you and knowing michael, you both aren’t letting each other go.

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it started with the long nights at the studio and the quiet afternoons at the jackson estate. being the daughter of someone as loyal as bill meant your life was naturally woven into theirs. while your father was busy ensuring the family’s safety and logistics, you were usually tucked away in a corner of the living room with a book, or more often than not, trailing behind michael.

you two had been inseparable since the move to la. you were the one person who didn’t want anything from him other than his company, and for michael, that was everything. you knew him before the world truly claimed him—before the glitter of the off the wall era really took flight. to you, he was just mike: the boy who loved magic tricks, old movies, and feeding the deer on the property.

the dynamic was always lively, to say the least. living—or at least spending most of your waking hours—around five brothers meant there was never a dull moment. but lately, the air felt different.

jermaine would always find a reason to lean against the doorframe when you walked by, flashing a slow, charming smile that lingered just a bit too long. jackie started making jokes about how "stunning" you were becoming, playfully nudging you whenever you sat down for dinner. marlon was constantly "accidentally" brushing his shoulder against yours or finding excuses to hold your hand while showing you a new dance step.

you, being as oblivious as you were loyal, just brushed it off as them being their usual, boisterous selves. they were like family, right?

michael saw it all. he watched from the shadows of the hallway, his fingers nervously drumming against his thigh. he knew his brothers' "tactics" better than anyone, and seeing them turn that charm on you made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain yet.

you were sitting on the edge of the fountain out front, waiting for your father to finish up a meeting, when michael finally stepped out. he didn't look like a global superstar in his simple corduroy trousers and a soft sweater, but his eyes held a weight you hadn't seen before.

"they're doing it again, you know," he murmured, sitting down beside you, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the splashing water.

"doing what, mike?" you asked, tilting your head.

he let out a soft, frustrated huff, looking at his shoes. "flirting with you. my brothers. they think they're being subtle, but they're not. and it's driving me crazy because they don't know you like i do."

you blinked, looking from michael back toward the house where the light was spilling out from the kitchen windows. you could see the shadows of his brothers moving around inside, laughing and jostling each other.

"mike, you’re overthinking it," you said softly, reaching out to pat his knee. "they’re just being playful. you know how they are—always joking, always trying to get a reaction. they don't mean anything by it. i'm just bill's daughter to them, the girl who’s always been around."

michael didn't look convinced. he shifted closer to you on the edge of the stone fountain, the sound of the water filling the silence between you. "it’s not just jokes, and you know it. when jermaine 'happens' to be in the hallway every time you leave the room, or when marlon tries to teach you those dance moves just so he can hold your waist... that’s not just being a family friend."

you laughed, a light sound that usually made him smile, but his expression stayed serious. "well, even if they are being a little extra lately, it doesn't matter. i don't see them that way at all. it’s actually kind of funny that you’re the one getting worked up about it. i’m fine, really. i can handle a few cheesy lines from jackie."

"i just don't like it," he muttered, his voice sounding small. he picked at a loose thread on his sweater, refusing to meet your eyes. "it feels different now. everything is changing so fast. the music, the move to la, the way people look at us... i just wanted one thing to stay the same. i wanted us to stay the same."

you tilted your head, trying to catch his gaze. "nothing is changing between us, mike. i'm still me, and you're still the only one i actually want to spend my afternoons with. who cares if your brothers are being flirty? they’ll get bored and move on to the next girl who actually falls for it."

michael finally looked up, his big brown eyes searching yours. he looked like he wanted to say something else—something much heavier—but he held it back. he just bit his lip and nodded slowly.

"i hope you're right," he whispered, though the way he was looking at you made it clear he didn't think his brothers were the only ones whose feelings were shifting. "just... be careful. they can be pretty persistent when they want something."

"i'll be fine, bodyguard jr.," you joked, trying to lighten the mood. "now come on, your dad is going to wonder where you disappeared to, and my father is probably looking for me to head home."

as you stood up to leave, you didn't notice the way michael lingered for a second, watching you walk away with a look of quiet longing that had absolutely nothing to do with being "just friends."

the next few days at the estate only made things more tense. every time you walked into a room, it felt like a spotlight followed you, and not the kind michael was used to.

you were in the kitchen helping make some tea when jermaine walked in, leaning against the counter much closer than necessary. "you know," he started, his voice smooth like silk, "i was thinking of heading out to that new club later this week. a girl like you shouldn't be stuck in this house all the time. you need to see the city lights."

you gave him a polite smile, moving to the other side of the island to grab some sugar. "thanks, jermaine, but you know i usually stay back with my dad or hang out with mike. i’m not really a club person."

"maybe you just haven't gone with the right person yet," he countered, flashing that practiced grin.

from the doorway, you heard a sharp throat-clear. michael was standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking uncharacteristically annoyed. "don't you have a rehearsal to get to, jermaine?"

jermaine just laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender before strolling out, throwing you one last wink. as soon as he was gone, michael stepped into the kitchen, his energy practically buzzing with frustration.

"see?" he said, his voice low. "that wasn't 'just being friendly.' he’s trying to take you out."

"he was just being nice, mike! he thinks i'm bored," you argued softly, stirring the tea. "why are you so on edge lately? you're usually the calmest person i know."

michael grabbed a glass but didn't fill it with anything. he just held it, his knuckles turning slightly white. "because it’s everywhere. even marlon was asking me yesterday if i thought you had a boyfriend back in gary. they’re circling you like you’re... like you’re something they can just win."

you sighed, setting the spoon down and stepping closer to him. "hey. look at me. i’m not a prize, and i’m not interested. i’ve told you a hundred times, i’m here for my work and for our friendship. why does it bother you so much if they’re being silly?"

he looked down at you, the golden kitchen light catching the curls falling over his forehead. he looked like he wanted to scream it—to tell you exactly why it hurt to see them look at you—but he just tightened his jaw.

"it just bothers me because you deserve better than their games," he managed to say, though his eyes were saying something completely different. "i just want you to be respected."

"i am respected," you insisted, giving his arm a playful squeeze. "now stop being so moody. we’re supposed to listen to those new demos tonight, remember? just you and me. no brothers allowed."

a tiny, reluctant smile finally broke across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "just us," he repeated, the words sounding like a promise he was desperately trying to keep to himself. "i like the sound of that."

later that evening, the house had finally quieted down. the brothers had drifted off to different parts of the estate or gone out, leaving the recording room at the back of the house bathed in a dim, blueish light. the air smelled like expensive leather and the faint scent of the incense michael liked to burn when he was feeling creative.

michael was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sofa with his eyes closed, listening to the raw track of a new song. you were perched right next to him, your shoulder brushing his every time you leaned in to check the lyrics written in his messy scrawl on the notepad between you.

"this part," you whispered, pointing to a line about dancing until the morning light. "it’s magic, mike. people are going to lose their minds when they hear this."

he opened his eyes and looked at you, a genuine, soft smile finally gracing his lips. for a moment, the tension from the kitchen was gone. "you really think so? i want it to feel like... like an escape. like nothing else in the world matters except the rhythm."

"it does," you assured him. "i can feel it."

the moment was perfect until the door swung open, and jackie walked in, still wearing his sunglasses even though it was night. "there she is," he joked, ignoring michael entirely and coming to sit on the other side of you. "i was wondering where you’d disappeared to. you’ve been hiding in here all night."

"we’re working, jackie," michael said, his voice clipped and cold.

jackie just chuckled, reaching over and playfully ruffling your hair. "working hard or hardly working? you know, i’m going for a drive tomorrow morning. thought you might want to come along, see the coast. get some fresh air away from mr. serious over here."

you felt michael stiffen beside you. his entire body went rigid. you quickly tried to smooth things over, giving jackie a small, awkward smile. "that’s sweet, jackie, but i promised mike i'd help him organize these tapes tomorrow. maybe another time?"

jackie shrugged, unfazed. "suit yourself. but the offer stands. you’re way too pretty to spend all your time in a dark room with dusty tapes." he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a theatrical stage whisper. "don't let him bore you to death, okay?"

once jackie finally left, the silence in the room felt heavy. michael didn't move. he just stared at the tape deck, his chest heaving slightly.

"mike?" you said softly, reaching out to touch his hand.

he pulled his hand away quickly, standing up and crossing the room to the window. "i can't do this," he muttered, his back to you. "i can't just sit here and watch them do it over and over again."

"he was just being jackie!" you stood up, feeling frustrated now. "why are you taking it so personally? i said no! i always say no. doesn't that tell you something?"

michael turned around, his face a mask of hurt and hidden anger. "no, it doesn't tell me enough! it tells me you’re nice and you’re loyal, but it doesn't stop them from trying. and it doesn't stop me from..." he choked off the words, shaking his head.

"from what?" you stepped closer, searching his face. "from what, michael?"

he looked like he was vibrating with the effort of holding it in. "from wishing i was the only one who had the right to be in your space. they treat it like a game, but for me... it’s not a game. it’s never been a game."

he looked away, his jaw tight. "forget it. let's just finish the demo."

the rest of the session was quiet—too quiet. michael kept his head down, focusing intensely on the soundboard, his fingers moving over the sliders with a precision that felt almost robotic. you sat back on the sofa, watching him, but for the first time in years, you weren't actually listening to the music.

you were replaying his words in your head. for me... it’s not a game. it’s never been a game.

was he just being protective? or was it something deeper? you started thinking back over the last few months. the way he’d always save the seat next to him for you. the way he’d remember the most random details about your childhood in gary. the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't looking—not with the flashy, confident smirk jermaine gave you, but with a sort of soft, aching vulnerability.

your heart skipped a beat, and you suddenly felt very warm in the air-conditioned room.

"mike?" you whispered, your voice cracking just a little.

"yeah?" he didn't turn around. he was adjusting a dial that didn't really need adjusting.

"do you... do you really think i don't see what's happening? with everyone?" you stood up and walked over to him, stopping just a few feet away. "i mean, i know i act like it’s nothing, but... are you saying you think i should be taking it seriously?"

he finally let his hands drop from the board. he turned slowly, his face half-hidden in the shadows of the studio. "i'm saying that i don't like sharing your time with people who don't value you the way i do. they see a beautiful girl. i see... i see my everything."

he froze as soon as the words left his mouth. his eyes went wide, and he looked like he wanted to pull the air back into his lungs. you felt the world shift on its axis. everything. he didn't say "my friend." he didn't say "my sister."

"michael..." you breathed, taking a step closer.

the confusion that had been clouding your brain for weeks was starting to lift, replaced by a sudden, sharp realization. the reason you hadn't cared about jermaine's flirting or jackie's invitations wasn't because you were oblivious. it was because none of it felt real. none of it felt like this. the heat radiating off michael, the way his breath hitched when you got closer—this was real.

you reached out, your hand trembling slightly, and brushed your fingers against his wrist. his skin was burning.

"is that why you've been so upset?" you asked, your voice barely audible over the hum of the equipment. "not because of them... but because of you?"

michael looked down at your hand on his wrist, then back up at your eyes. the wall he’d built up all evening was crumbling. he didn't pull away this time. instead, he turned his hand over, interlacing his fingers with yours, his grip tight and desperate.

"i’ve been trying so hard to be the 'good friend,'" he admitted, his voice trembling. "i didn't want to push you. i didn't want to be another jackson brother trying to move in on you. but watching them... it was killing me. because i’ve waited so long, and i was so scared that if i didn't speak up, one of them would eventually convince you."

you looked at your joined hands, then up at him, a small, realization-filled smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "michael, you're so literal sometimes. you really thought i’d choose a club date with jermaine over a night in the studio with you?"

he let out a shaky, nervous laugh, his eyes never leaving yours. "i don't know. i’m not as smooth as they are. i just have my music... and i have you. and i really, really don't want to lose the second one."

the air in the room felt different now—thicker, sweeter. you realized you were leaning in, and he was too. the distance between you was disappearing, and for the first time, you weren't thinking about bill, or the brothers, or the off the wall release. you were just thinking about the boy who had been your best friend, and how much you wanted him to be so much more.

the silence in the studio was no longer heavy; it was warm, like a soft blanket wrapped around the both of you. you could hear the faint, rhythmic ticking of the tape reels spinning in the background, but everything else had faded away.

michael’s thumb traced small, nervous circles over the back of your hand. he looked down at your joined fingers, a shy smile finally tugging at his lips—the kind of smile he usually reserved for his most private moments.

"you're really serious?" he whispered, his voice sounding breathless. "about them not standing a chance? i mean, jermaine... he’s got that look, and jackie... he’s got the car, and the—"

"michael joseph jackson," you interrupted, stepping into his personal space until your chest was inches from his. you looked up at him, your heart doing a frantic dance of its own. "stop listing your brothers. they aren't you. they don't look at the stars the way you do, and they definitely don't make me feel like... like this."

"like what?" he asked, his voice dropping to a velvety hush. he leaned down just a fraction, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

"like i'm the only person in the world who matters," you admitted, your own voice trembling now. "you’ve been looking out for me since the day we moved here. you’re the one i want to talk to at 3:00 am, and you’re the only one whose opinion i actually care about. it was always you, mike. i think i was just too scared to admit it because i didn't want to lose my best friend."

michael let out a long, shaky breath, as if he’d been holding it for years. "you could never lose me," he promised. "i'm stuck to you like glue. my brothers are going to be so annoyed when they find out."

you giggled, the tension finally breaking. "oh, they’re going to be unbearable. jermaine is going to try to give you 'advice' and marlon is going to tease us for the next ten years."

"let them," michael said, his confidence suddenly returning now that he knew where you stood. he reached up with his free hand, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that made your knees weak. his touch was light, but his gaze was intense. "let them talk. they can have the clubs and the cars. as long as i have this."

he didn't kiss you yet—it was michael, after all, and he lived for the quiet, soulful build-up—but he leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours. you could feel the warmth of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart through his sweater.

"just promise me one thing," he murmured, his eyes closing as he breathed in your scent.

"anything," you replied.

"don't tell bill yet," he joked, a hint of his old mischievous self peaking through. "i don't think your dad is ready to see me as anything other than the kid who follows you around."

you laughed softly, leaning into him, feeling more at home than you ever had in the giant mansion. "deal. but you’re going to have to be a better actor, mike. because the way you’re looking at me right now? the whole world is going to know."

he just hummed in response, pulling you into a proper hug, his arms locking around your waist as he pulled you tight against him. for the first time in weeks, the jealousy was gone, replaced by a quiet, steady glow that felt like the beginning of a whole new era.

Michael had been the first one to hear her soft cries through the baby monitor. Before you could even sit up, he was already moving. "I got her, mama. Stay in bed." You tried to argue "Michael, you have work tomorrow, I can—"

"No." His voice was gentle, but firm. "You’ve been with her all day. Let me take care of my girls tonight." My girls. those two words always made your heart ache a little. because he still said them like nothing had changed. Like you were still his, like he still belonged to you.

You watched him walk into the kitchen, his hair messy from sleep, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and somehow he still looked like the man you fell in love with. He made Michaella’s bottle perfectly, checking the temperature on his wrist like he’d done a hundred times before.

because he had.. and never complained, not once.

Now, he sat in the rocking chair with your daughter curled against his chest, feeding her slowly while humming some random little tune he made up.

and that’s when he saw you, still awake and watching him. His eyes lifted from the baby and immediately softened. "Baby?"

"Hm..?"

"Why aren’t you asleep?" You shrugged. "Couldn’t." He gave you that look.The one that said he knew you were lying. "Baby." Your breath caught.

He still called you that sometimes... usually late at night when he was too tired to remember he wasn’t supposed to. "What’s on your mind?"

"Nothing." You Sighed. "That’s a lie." You looked away and he sighed, setting the bottle down for a second after making sure Michaella was comfortable. "C’mere."

"Michael—"

"Come here."

There was no pressure in his voice, just love. the same love that had been there the first day he held your hand, the same love that was there when you told him you were pregnant, the same love that was there now. So you moved closer.

And without even thinking about it, he pulled you into his side while still holding your daughter. "You know i don't like when you do that hm?" he whispered.

"What?" You knew exactly what he meant. "You try to do everything alone." You didn’t say anything, because he was right. You always felt bad asking for help. You always thought you were being too much, but michael? he never saw you as too much. neverrrrr.

"You carried my baby for nine months," he said quietly. "You brought my little girl into this world. You stayed up through the sickness, the pain, the crying, the fear. And now you think I’m gonna let you sit there exhausted and do everything by yourself?"

Your eyes started burning. "Michael, we’re not even together anymore." The words hurt both of you. You could see it in his expression. But he shook his head. "Doesn’t change anything for me." Your heart stopped. "What?"

"You heard me." His eyes never left yours. "You are the mother of my child. You are the woman I loved. The woman I still care about more than anyone." He looked down at your sleeping daughter. "I’d do anything for both of you." Then he pressed a small kiss against your forehead. The same way he always used to. "Now go back to sleep, my lady"

"What.. about you?" a little smile appeared on his face. "I’m gonna sit here and finish feeding my princess."

"You need sleep too." He laughed softly. "I can survive being tired." you actually hate that when he says that. "Michael—"

"No, listen to me." He looked at you with so much love it made your chest hurt. "For once, let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Let me take care of you." and that was the dangerous thing about Michael.

even when he wasn’t yours anymore… he still loved you like he was.

❤︎ 🧸 © 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚

michael leaned back nearby with his arms resting along the edge of the hot tub, curls damp around his face, while he watched you with obvious amusement.

“you know,” he said casually, brushing wet curls back from his forehead, “for somebody always talkin’ big, you scare real easy.”

you looked over immediately. “i do not.”

michael laughed softly under his breath.

you’d known michael long enough to recognize that exact look in his eyes before he even said anything else. the one that usually meant he was about to annoy you on purpose.

the two of you had been attached at the hip since childhood. your families blurred together so often growing up that half your memories included michael somewhere in the background of them — sitting beside you at family parties, showing up to your house unannounced (and vice versa), dragging you outside in the middle of summer evenings because he was bored and wanted company. somewhere along the way, physical closeness had stopped meaning much between you years ago.

hugs.

leaning against each other.

holding hands.

cuddling while watching movies.

being close to michael had never required thought.

leaves rustled softly in the night breeze.

michael’s eyes suddenly shifted past your shoulder.

the teasing look on his face faltered, his mouth flattening slightly as his attention fixed on something behind you.

“…wait.”

you narrowed your eyes at that. “michael.”

“no, seriously.” his brows furrowed now while he stared harder behind you. “what is that?”

you rolled your eyes.

“i hate you.”

“i’m serious,” he insisted, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “right there.”

you turned your head despite yourself.

your eyes scanned once. twice. nothing.

you started turning back toward him with an unimpressed look already forming–

michael lunged forward suddenly with both his hands toward the water behind you.

a startled squeal escaped you as you grabbed onto him on pure reflex, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders while you nearly climbed halfway up him in a panic.

michael burst into loud laughter. bright and boyish.

“oh my god!” you gasped out, still clutching him while he laughed harder against your shoulder. “you are actually evil.”

“it was funny!” he argued through laughter.

“it was not funny!”

you smacked his shoulder lightly, trying not to laugh and failing miserably once his laughter got worse.

michael’s laughter had always been contagious. it was impossible to stay mad at him for long when he was laughing like that.

“yes it was,” he grinned. “you should’ve seen your face.”

“you practically climbed into my lap,” he added.

“i trusted you!”

“that’s your own fault.”

“oh my god, shut up.”

another laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

michael pointed at you instantly.

“see? you’re laughin’ now.”

you groaned dramatically, letting your forehead fall briefly against his shoulder while his laughter softened into quieter little giggles beneath his breath.

eventually, both your breaths started to settle.

except neither of you moved apart.

your arms still rested loosely around his shoulders. michael’s hands still held your waist below the surface.

comfortable. normal.

well, it should’ve felt normal.

instead, the silence that settled between you suddenly felt…heavy somehow.

different.

your forehead still rested lightly against michael’s shoulder while the water moved softly around you both, rippling between your bodies.

neither of you spoke.

you could feel michael breathing now. 

not just the movement of his chest beneath your hands, but the actual rhythm of it. slow at first, then slightly uneven when you shifted subconsciously closer.

his hands tightened around your waist. small. almost unnoticeable.

except you noticed it immediately.

your brows pulled together faintly.

slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder.

michael was already looking at you.

the patio lights reflected faintly in his eyes while water dripped from the curls hanging around his forehead. his expression had gone strangely still now, his hands warm where they rested against your waist.

neither of you moved apart.

you’re not sure why.

usually moments like this broke naturally on their own. one of you would laugh. tease the other. splash water. say something stupid.

instead, michael just kept looking at you.

your eyes flicked down toward his mouth before you could stop yourself.

bad idea.

because the second your gaze dropped, michael noticed. his brows pinched for a fraction of a second.

then, before you could really process it, michael looked away first.

his jaw flexed.

you felt his throat move against your arm when he swallowed.

“…christ,” he muttered quietly under his breath.

heat crawled slowly up your neck. you swallowed once before forcing out, “what?”

michael shook his head once, almost like he was trying to clear it.

“nothin’.”

his voice sounded lower now. rougher.

the water shifted softly around you both when you adjusted yourself, your legs brushing against his–

michael inhaled sharply.

the sound froze you.

oh.

your heartbeat stumbled hard in your chest.

because suddenly you could feel it too.

the reaction pressed unmistakably against your thigh.

heat rushed instantly to your face.

michael went still beneath your hands.

for a second, neither of you said anything.

michael laughed quietly under his breath, though it sounded more embarrassed than amused now. one hand came up to cover his face as he looked away.

“….m’sorry,” he murmured.

your brows pulled together slightly.

of course he was apologizing. that was so michael.

when he’s struggling to keep himself composed, he still sounded more concerned about crossing a line than anything else.

you'd be lying if you said his reaction to you wasn't turning you on.

 “….don’t apologize,” you breathed.

michael looked at you. his curls hung damp against his forehead now, water dripping slowly down the side of his neck while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your waist like he didn’t trust himself to move them anywhere else.

he looked away again, exhaling sharply through his nose, almost like a disbelieving laugh at himself.

“just... give me a second,” he murmured. "it'll go away."

michael took slow, controlled breaths like he was genuinely trying to calm himself down.

then before you could overthink it, the words slipped out softly.

“….do you want me to help you?”

michael’s eyes shut briefly while a quiet breath escaped him, almost strained. unfortunately for him, the boner he'd been trying so hard to kill came back tenfold.

one of his hands slid higher instinctively along your waist before stopping there hard enough to make your pulse jump.

“i—”

he cut himself off.

his head tipped back slightly instead, exposing the long line of his throat while he stared up toward the sky for a second like he was physically trying to pull himself together.

it only made him look worse.

or better.

no definitely better.

water glided slowly down the column of his neck while his chest rose unevenly beneath your hands.

finally, michael looked back at you again. wrecked.

he swallowed once before replying quietly, “you don’t have to do anything.”

your heart hammered painfully against your ribs.

“i know,” you whispered.

“i’m asking if you want me to.”

for a second, michael just stared at you.

then slowly, his forehead dropped forward until it rested gently against your temple. 

his eyes closed.

his lashes brushed softly against your skin.

the flush along his neck had darkened now, spreading toward his jaw while his breathing stayed uneven against you.

when he finally spoke, his voice came out rough and quiet. 

“…i’m a gentleman.”

your chest tightened at the sound of it.

the words seemed to hang between you for a moment.

slowly, you lifted one hand from his shoulder, cradling his face gently until he looked at you again.

his eyes were dark now.

unfocused almost.

still trying so hard to hold himself together for you.

your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek before you leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.

michael inhaled sharply, head tilting instinctively to chase your lips.

then he was kissing you properly.

one hand slid up the side of your neck as he pulled you closer, the kiss hard and messy, like he’d been trying not to do this for far too long.

your noses bumped awkwardly together between breaths, both of you laughing softly into the kiss before it melted right back into something hotter.

michael bit gently at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.

a soft sound escaped you before you kissed him again.

his hand dragged back down your body until it settled low on your waist, fingers spreading carefully just above your ass.

careful and still hesitant. you could feel it.

your hands slid down his arms slowly until they covered his, guiding them lower.

michael broke the kiss at that.

the sound you let slip when his hands finally squeezed your ass made his head drop against yours.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered breathlessly.

you pushed your hips closer against his.

michael let out a shaky breath as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers catching slightly at the damp curls near his nape.

when he kissed you again, it felt almost desperate now.

like he physically couldn’t stop himself for more than a few seconds at a time. his nose bumped softly against yours between kisses while his hands tightened around your body, guiding you higher on his lap beneath the bubbling water.

the pressure of his hips against yours pulled a gasp from your throat.

your fingers tightened instinctively at the base of his curls as you broke away from the kiss for air.

“michael—”

he kissed the corner of your mouth before you could finish saying his name, breathing hard enough now that you could feel it against your skin.

“i know, baby, i know” he murmured softly.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like chlorine and the faint traces of his cologne, warm amber and soft florals mixing with the heat of his damp skin.

michael’s hands guided your hips against his beneath the water, the movement slow at first before his restraint started slipping little by little.

soft sounds escaped you against his neck while michael’s breathing turned rough near your ear, his grip tightening every time you pressed closer to him.

“baby…” he breathed, almost strained now.

the name sent warmth blooming low in your stomach.

this was the first time he’d ever called you that, and you loved the way it sounded coming from him.

his groans started mixing with the breathier moans spilling from your lips as his hands squeezed more firmly at your backside, the bubbling water sloshing harder around you both as he buried his face against your shoulder.

every slow drag of your hips only made the ache low in your stomach worse.

but it still wasn’t enough.

you needed more of him.

“want more,” you whined softly against his neck.

michael’s hips stuttered against yours at the sound of your voice, a quiet groan escaping him.

“yeah?” he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. 

strands of damp hair clung messily near your cheeks while your lips looked swollen from kissing, slightly parted every time another shaky breath slipped out of you. your eyes were glossed over.

you looked completely ruined.

just for him.

“i’ll give my sweet girl whatever she wants,” he said lowly, with a rasp slipping into his voice.

something about hearing him say it made your thighs press tighter around him. if michael noticed, he didn't mention it.

“anything she asks for.” he added.

“anything?” you responded in a whisper.

michael’s eyes stayed fixated on yours for a second before he repeated it quieter this time.

“anything.”

your stomach tightened hard at the sound of that.

“want you inside me,” you whispered sweetly, your hips pressing against his again at the thought of him giving it to you.

michael bit down on his lip, a crooked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

you sounded so desperate for him.

and god was he just as desperate for you.

maybe worse.

even now, with your body pressed against his and his restraint hanging by a thread, he still tried to collect himself before he spoke again.

because he was a gentleman.

or at least he was trying very hard to be one.

“go on, take what you want,” he murmured roughly.

your hands immediately reached for the waistband of his swim shorts, tugging them down enough to free his dick.

though you couldn't see much through the bubbling water, you felt him. his warmth, his thickness, his length. 

the weight of him against your hand alone made your breath catch.

michael groaned softly under his breath, his head falling briefly against your shoulder while his hands tightened instinctively along your thighs.

you shifted carefully onto your knees to give him room while he pulled your swim bottoms aside.

the feeling of him brushing against your bare pussy made you arch into him.

“fuck…” michael hissed quietly, breathing turned heavier near your ear as his hands slid lower along your thighs to steady you.

your face buried closer into the crook of his neck while another broken sound escaped you.

“michael…” your voice cracked softly.

the slow push of his tip alone already had your head spinning. he barely gave you room to breathe.

“fuuck, baby,” he groaned into your shoulder, dragging the words out low and strained. “you’re so fucking tight.”

you nuzzled closer into his neck with a shaky whimper.

“s’too big, michael…” you hiccuped softly.

you were ruining him.

the way your voice broke at just the tip being inside you was doing something dangerous to his self-control.

“shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmured gently, one hand stroking your damp hair.

his other hand slid lower against your thigh before tightening carefully at your hip.

"tell me if it hurts," he murmured, lips brushing softly against your temple.

then he started easing you down onto him properly.

slow.

your mouth dropped open at the stretch as he lowered you inch by inch, his grip firm enough to guide you while still giving you time to adjust. every small movement made another uneven breath leave your lips.

the heat of the water around you only made everything feel more overwhelming. his cock felt impossibly warm inside you, thick enough that each inch made your body tense before slowly relaxing around him.

michael’s forehead pressed against yours as he watched every reaction on your face.

“that’s it,” he whispered hoarsely. “doin’ so good for me.”

another inch.

your fingers tightened against his shoulders, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.

his own breathing was wrecked, rough against your skin while his hands trembled slightly where they held you.

like he was using every bit of control he had not to lose patience and pull you down all at once.

instead, he kept guiding you carefully.

letting you feel every inch.

the stretch burned for a second before melting into warmth, your body slowly yielding around him while soft broken whimpers left your throat.

“fuck,” michael groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “you feel so fucking good.”

you buried your face deeper into his neck as another wave of fullness hit you.

then finally your hips settled flush against his.

both of you gasped at the same time.

michael’s head fell back against the edge of the tub with a low groan while his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks.

“holy shit…” he breathed.

you could barely think.

he felt everywhere. warm and deep and overwhelming, filling you so completely that all you could do was sit there for a second trying to breathe through it.

his hands softened again, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, though his voice still sounded wrecked.

you nodded weakly against him.

“mhm…”

a small smile pulled at michael’s lips before he kissed the side of your head gently.

“good girl.”

you almost sobbed at the praise. his voice alone could make you cum.

michael stayed there for a second, just holding you against him while both of you tried to recover from the feeling.

his chest rose against yours, shaky breaths fanning across your skin while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your hips like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

then slowly, he rolled his hips upward once.

the movement was shallow.

experimental.

but the drag of him inside you still pulled a broken moan straight from your throat.

michael actually whimpered at that, the sound muffled against your skin, before a strained groan followed right after.

“fuck…”

his grip tightened.

“that okay?” he asked quietly, his own voice already sounding completely gone.

you nodded quickly before he’d even fully finished asking.

“please,” you whispered.

his mouth crashed against yours again while his hips rolled into you harder this time, deeper, the movement making the water slosh violently around both of you until it spilled over the edge of the hot tub, soaking the concrete.

your fingers tangled tighter into the damp curls at the back of his neck as he kept rocking you against him slowly, every thrust deep enough to make your stomach tighten.

he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you between breaths.

messy kisses.

desperate ones.

little broken sounds slipping from his mouth every single time you clenched around him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he breathed shakily. “christ, baby…”

his restraint kept slipping in pieces.

each movement growing rougher than the last, your body meeting his like you both couldn't stop chasing the feeling.

you moaned again. soft and breathless right against his mouth.

“yeah?” he rasped. “that feel good?”

you could barely answer — or could barely hear him, to be honest.

the way he was making you feel left your head completely fuzzy. every deep drag of him inside you made your thoughts melt together until all you could focus on was him.

when you didn’t respond, he tugged you down harder onto him.

a high moan tore from your throat instantly. a sound you would’ve never thought you’d be capable of making. 

and if michael wasn’t fucking you so good, you probably would’ve been embarrassed by it. 

he pulled back just enough to look at your face, watching your expression.

“tell me.”

it didn't sound demanding.

if anything, it sounded like something he needed to hear.

“y-yes–” you gasped helplessly. “yes, yes, feels so good–”

he leaned closer to your neck and started kissing, sucking, biting, leaving marks all over your neck. 

michael cursed softly under his breath at the feeling of you clenching around him.

“shit, baby… you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

all you could do was moan as he dragged your hips down onto him through another deep thrust that made your entire body jolt.

the praise only made the heat low in your stomach tighten harder.

another soft whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your face burying deeper into his neck out of instinct.

michael groaned at the sound.

“those sexy fucking sounds…”

his hips rolled up into yours again, harder this time, and your grip on him tightened hard enough to sting.

one of his hands slid up your body, long slender fingers brushing teasingly against your chest before nudging your swimsuit top up just enough for your breasts to spill out. the cooler night air nipping at your damp skin.

"so perfect." he breathed.

he leaned in, his mouth closing around your left nipple with a slow, warm suck that pulled a breath from your lungs. at the same time, the knuckles of his other hand dragged against your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts, teasing every inch of sensitive skin on the way up. he cupped your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with the slow pull of his mouth.

every suck, every soft bite, every flick of his tongue had your body arching into him.

you couldn’t hold the sounds back anymore.

every thrust of his hips pulled another sound out of you.

little whimpers.

broken moans.

breathy gasps right against his ear.

“fuck,” he groaned softly into your skin, almost dazed. “keep makin’ those sounds for me, baby.”

you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. 

his mouth shifted to your other breast with a worn groan while his hand slipped lower between your bodies.

the second his thumb brushed against your clit, your entire body jerked in his arms.

“oh my god—”

the cry that left you was loud enough to echo slightly off the stone around the hot tub.

“mm, that it?” he rasped, thumb circling you again with shaky desperation. “that what you needed, baby?”

you nodded helplessly against him, barely able to breathe properly now.

the feeling of him thrusting up into you while his thumb rubbed slow, messy circles against your clit was too much all at once.

your thighs started trembling around his waist.

“michael, please.”

“i know,” he breathed quickly. “i got you. i got you.”

he kept thrusting into you deep and slow, but the rhythm was getting sloppier every second. like he physically couldn’t focus anymore with the way you kept whining against him.

“fuck…” he groaned softly. “you’re so sensitive.”

another moan tore out of you when his thumb pressed a little harder.

every little movement pulled another noise from your throat.

your eyes kept fluttering closed from the overwhelming sensation while michael watched your face completely unravel for him, his own expression looking just as gone.

“look at me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed softly.

your eyes fluttered back toward him.

the second michael saw the tears gathering along your lashes from how overwhelming everything felt, something in him completely snapped.

“fuck—”

his forehead dropped against yours with a groan so deep it almost sounded painful.

his thrusts lost what little rhythm they had left after that.

harder now.

messier.

his hands gripping your hips almost desperately while he kept kissing you between breaths like he couldn’t get enough.

“close?” he rasped against your mouth.

all you could do was nod frantically.

your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders as another wave hit you.

it was too much.

his mouth on your neck.

his thumb rubbing against you perfectly.

the way he kept filling you so deep every time his hips snapped upward.

your thighs started shaking hard around his waist.

“i-i’m gonna–”

“lemme feel it, baby,” michael interrupted, voice breaking. he sounded completely gone. "please..."

a soft curse slipped from him the second your body tightened around him.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “good girl… fuck, that’s it.”

his thumb moved faster.

messier now.

like he was getting desperate too.

the pressure finally snapped.

your whole body jolted against him with a broken cry, your face burying into his shoulder while your body tightened hard around him, nails scratching at his back.

michael groaned loudly at the feeling, his hips stuttering completely for a second.

“shit–”

your vision blurred from how overwhelming it felt, soft little sobs and moans getting caught in your throat while wave after wave kept hitting you.

michael fucked you through all of it, one arm wrapped tightly around your back while his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“fuck…” he groaned shakily. “atta girl.”

then quieter, almost like the words slipped out accidentally.

“been wantin’ this so bad.”

you clenched around him hard at the confession.

michael groaned hard, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub.

his lips brushed against your jaw when he looked back at you again, expression completely wrecked.

“you don’t even realize what you do to me sometimes,” he breathed shakily.

“been tryin’ so hard to be good.”

another deep thrust made your breath catch.

“every time you bend over during those stupid twister games…” he groaned softly. “or prance around in those tiny little swimsuits…”

“honestly so mean of you.”

another broken groan slipped from him right after, his face burying deeper into your neck like he was trying to hide there.

little strained sounds kept leaving him every few seconds while his hips lost what little rhythm they had left.

“can’t—” he choked out softly. “fuck, baby…”

his grip tightened almost painfully at your hips before he finally buried himself deep inside you with a whine, warm spurts of cum filling you as his whole body went tense against yours.

you could feel him shaking slightly while he held you close, breathing unevenly against your skin as the water settled softly around both of you again.

the aftershocks rolled softly through both of you, fading little by little into soft tremors.

the world around you felt silent except for the sounds of bubbling water and uneven breathing. 

slowly, you pulled back just enough to look at him properly again, your arms still resting loosely around his shoulders.

his curls were a mess.

lips swollen.

flushed all the way down his neck.

and the completely blissed-out look on his face made something warm burst in your chest.

the second michael noticed you staring, a breathless laugh slipped from him, his teeth catching briefly against his bottom lip when his grin widened.

you laughed too.

because somehow, even after all of that, the two of you still ended up the same way you always did.

still just you and michael.

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ummm i didnt know how to end it butttt SECOND FICCCCC r we getting somewhere guys

also pls dont acc have sex in hot tubs or pools😭😭 (as hot as it is</3)