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Synopsis: Spring break was supposed to be simple week with your boyfriend’s family, survive the awkward dinners, and make it through the week. The only problem? His older brother is the man you can’t seem to forget—and he’s determined to make sure you don’t

Warnings: SMUT! Deception, sub!michael, powerswitch!michael, cheating, manipulative words, penetration, mommy kink, penetration, oral fixation, sneaky handjob, creampie, orgasm depriving,fingers in mouth and pet names

Spring break couldn’t have come soon enough. After weeks of lectures, exams, and surviving on little more than caffeine and takeout, the drive to your boyfriend’s childhood home felt like finally being able to exhale. The two of you had just finished hauling the last of your bags upstairs, his bedroom now cluttered with duffel bags, hoodies, and the small pieces of your life you’d packed for the week

It wasn’t your first time meeting his parents, but there was still something oddly comforting about being welcomed back into a house that already felt warm before you even unpacked. As you zipped your suitcase closed and glanced around the room, the unmistakable aroma of dinner drifted upstairs, followed by his mother’s voice calling everyone to the table

“I’m so happy we finally made it” you sighed making your way towards the door. “I’ve been thinking about your mom’s soul food all week. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it”

Just then, your boyfriend slipped his arms around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. Biting his lip, he pulled you against his chest before stealing a quick kiss “I can’t wait to get my hands on you” he murmured with a grin

“Baby,” you giggled, slipping from his embrace. “We’ve barely been here five minutes. Give me a second to breathe”

He let out an exaggerated groan “Ima’ gonna catch blue balls waiting on you” Leaning in, he stole one last kiss before flashing you a boyish grin “You sure?”

“Positive” you replied with a grin, giving him one last quick kiss before taking his hand. Together, the two of you headed downstairs

By the time the two of you reached the dining room, everyone had already taken their seats. It was just the four of you gathered around the table. Before anyone reached for their food, Mrs. Jackson folded her hands together with a warm smile “Let’s pray” Instantly, everyone bowed their heads as she began to bless the meal

Just as Mrs. Jackson finished blessing the food, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the house before it swiftly shut again. The unexpected arrival immediately caught your attention, drawing everyone’s eyes toward the foyer as you wondered who the unannounced guest could be

Rounding the corner stood your boyfriend’s older brother, Michael. Standing just shy of six feet tall, he looked as though he’d rushed over the second he realized dinner had already started. Slightly out of breath, he offered an apologetic smile before making his way around the table

His parents’ eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected visit. Leaning down first, he kissed his mother on the cheek. “You look beautiful as always, Mother.” He then turned to his father, extending a hand before pulling him into a quick embrace. “Good to see you, Joseph”

As he playfully nudged his younger brother on the back of the head in greeting, Michael’s attention shifted to you. Crossing the room, he gently took your hand and brushed a kiss across your knuckles, the simple gesture enough to bring a faint blush to your cheeks. It was impossible to take it the wrong way, this was simply who he was. Effortlessly charismatic

“Well, look who’s back,” he smiled warmly. “I was starting to think we scared you off after last Christmas”

Sliding the chair back, Michael took the seat beside you. He thanked his mother as he reached for the serving bowls, carefully piling food onto his plate

“Why would she be scared?” your boyfriend shot back “You’re the one who made a fool of yourself”

Michael ran his tongue over his teeth, briefly debating whether it was worth embarrassing his brother in front of everyone. Deciding against it, he turned his attention to you instead

“So” he smiled “how’s college treating you?” He nodded toward his younger brother before adding with a teasing grin “And more importantly… is my brother taking good care of you?”

“It’s been… different, I’ll say that” You smiled softly “I don’t really like being on campus much, but I made it through finals” Glancing over at your boyfriend, your smile grew a little wider “And yes your brother’s a sweetheart”

You couldn’t help but feel like dinner was dragging on forever. As much as you’d counted down the days until spring break and the chance to relax, you had never planned on seeing Michael this week

In fact, before agreeing to come, you’d gone as far as asking your boyfriend if his older brother would be home. He’d assured you Michael wasn’t coming

“You know” your boyfriend leaned back with a smirk. “For someone who’s so concerned about how I’m treating my girlfriend, I don’t see you bringing anyone home to meet Mother or Joseph”

Michael let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle. Beneath the table, where no one could see, his hand briefly grazed your thigh before disappearing as quickly as it had come

His eyes met yours for the briefest second before returning to his plate. “I don’t mind waiting” he said casually. “The right people always seem to find their way back around”

“Enough” Joseph finally said, his firm voice cutting through the back-and-forth before it could go any further

You silently thanked God that Joseph stepped in when he did because you knew exactly who—and what—Michael had been referring to. As your boyfriend turned his attention back to his father, Michael’s attention never seemed to leave you for long

Every few seconds, he’d steal another glance in your direction, each one making your cheeks warm. It wasn’t from flattery, though. It was the unsettling realization that, out of everyone at the table, you were the only one who understood the conversation you’d just had without saying a word

After dinner, you stayed behind to help Katherine clean the kitchen while the boys wandered off to play pool. You cherished these quiet moments with her. There was something incredibly healing about being in her presence

She often shared little pieces of wisdom, family recipes, traditions, and life lessons—the kind of things she imagined passing down to a daughter of her own. In many ways, the two of you filled a space in each other’s hearts that had gone untouched for years. Without ever saying it aloud, you both healed something in one another

After dinner, you slipped into the shower before changing into a matching gray pajama set—a fitted tank top and soft cotton shorts. Climbing into bed beside your boyfriend, you pulled the covers up and let out a content sigh, convinced the two of you were finally settling in for the night

It was obvious your boyfriend was thinking otherwise

Rolling onto his side, he began pressing slow kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, lingering just enough to make you smile. His hand traced lazily along your waist before drifting toward the hem of your shorts, silently asking a question only the two of you understood

Feeling your hand gently wrap around his wrist, he immediately stopped, a look of confusion washing over his face. His brows knit together as he searched your expression

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly

“Baby” you whispered with a nervous smile, “we’re in your parents’ house. We can’t do this”

He looked frustrated, but he respected your boundary. With a quiet sigh, he pulled his hand back a little more abruptly than before, the slight force behind the movement betraying the disappointment he was trying to hide

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked sitting up

“It’s just, it’s always something. Earlier it was “oh we just got here” now it’s “where in your parents house” last week you weren’t in the mood it’s just always something. I’m just getting frustrated”

“It’s just… it’s always something,” he admitted, running a hand over his face. “Earlier it was, ‘We just got here.’ Now it’s, ‘We’re in my parents’ house.’ Last week you weren’t in the mood.” He let out a frustrated sigh, avoiding your eyes for a moment. “It just feels like there’s always a reason, and… I’m getting frustrated”

“Well, I’m tired of repeating myself” you said, your voice beginning to shake with frustration. “I keep telling you I’m not ready, but it feels like every time we’re alone, you try to convince me otherwise. It’s starting to feel like you’re waiting for me to give in instead of listening when I say no”

Your boyfriend didn’t say anything else. Afraid that anything he said would only make the situation worse, he lowered his gaze and sat there in silence, letting the weight of your words settle between the two of you

Lying in the dark, you’d been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours, your mind refusing to quiet. You couldn’t stop thinking about what your boyfriend had pulled earlier that night or wondering how the rest of this trip was supposed to go after everything that had happened

It was also cold as hell in the house. Katherine always kept the thermostat at sixty-nine degrees, and the thin sheet draped over the bed wasn’t nearly enough to keep you warm. Quietly, you slipped out from under the covers, careful not to wake your boyfriend

Remembering that the extra blankets were kept in Michael’s room, you padded across the hall and gave his bedroom door a gentle knock

Of course, he was still awake. The only light in his room came from the soft glow of the television, MTV quietly playing in the background. Before you could explain why you were there, Michael simply stepped aside, silently inviting you in. As you walked past him, he lingered by the door for a moment, his eyes following your figure before he quietly shut it behind you

“You’re cold?” he asked, already sliding open his closet door. Without waiting for an answer, he reached inside and pulled out one of the spare blankets

“How’d you know?”

Shutting the closet, he walked back over and draped the blanket around your shoulders with a faint smile. “I couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be in here” he teased, his eyes flicking toward you for a brief moment, “especially with you shivering… and your nipples giving you away”

You let out a quiet sigh, pulling the blanket around yourself “Can I just borrow it? I don’t really have the energy to argue with anybody else tonight”

“That wasn’t why you came in here, was it?” he asked quietly his teasing tone gone “Something happened”

As he sat down on the edge of his bed, he looked up at you before lifting two fingers in a small, silent gesture, inviting you to sit beside him. You hesitated before taking the spot next to him, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders

“What happened?” he asked quietly

“Nothing”

Michael glanced at you “I know when you’re lying”

Finally giving in , you bit on your lip “We had an argument”

“About what?”

You stared down at the blanket in your lap, your fingers twisting the fabric together. For a long moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to answer

“I keep lying and I feel so bad about it, about us”

“I hate being around you,” you admitted with a shaky laugh “Not because you did anything wrong… but—“

“But what?”

“It’s the way you look at me, Michael,” you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper “It’s everything. Every time you’re around me… every smile, every glance, every little thing you do takes me right back to that night”

“So why don’t we stop pretending?” he asked quietly, his eyes never leaving yours

Your eyes drifted to his lips, only to realize he was already looking at yours. The silence between you grew heavier, as though you were both waiting for the other to decide what happened next

Slowly, Michael lifted his hand, his fingertips grazing the curve of your jaw with unmistakable tenderness. That’s all it took

Closing the remaining distance, you leaned in first, pressing your lips to his in a hesitant kiss. For the briefest second, time seemed to stop

Then Michael kissed you back without hesitation, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. It was gentle at first, filled with equal parts relief and longing, both of you finally surrendering to the tension neither of you had been able to outrun

As your lips met his, Michael’s hands rose to cradle your face, holding you with a tenderness that made your heart ache. Neither of you pulled away, as though breaking the kiss would force you back into a reality neither of you wanted to face. Your tongues swirled against each other’s in sync as you slowly closed your eyes, feeling yourself feed into the temptation and moaning in his mouth

Michael rested his forehead against yours, his thumbs still gently brushing your cheeks. After a long, unsteady breath, he gave your lips two lingering pecks before whispering “He still thinks you’re a virgin doesn’t he?”

You slowly nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. Your voice came out barely above a whisper “Yes”

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and instead of answering, he closed the distance between you once more. His forehead brushed yours before he pressed a trail of lingering kisses along your jaw, pausing at your neck just long enough to make your breath catch

Without breaking eye contact for long, he gently guided you backward until you were relaxed in the middle of his bed. Still focusing on the kiss while simultaneously removing your shorts and underwear, tossing them on the floor

Now softly kissing down your body, holding your hips in place as he kissed at your navel watching you shiver and squirm. A smirk manifested on his face causing him to do it again because he learned from the last rendezvous that it was a sweet spot for you

Gently, his hands glided over your thighs, his touch slow and unhurried. Goosebumps instantly bloomed across your skin beneath his fingertips, your body responding to even the simplest caress as your breath caught in your throat

Using his hands he pushed your legs back into submission, your knees now in your chest feeling his warm lips pressing into yours. Michael loved to tease and entice before just giving into the full act

Slowly, he submerged his face into your pussy and twirled his head in a circular motion, simply allowing you to feel his moaning and soft caressing before adding in his tongue

You bit down on your thumbnail, desperately trying to swallow the sounds threatening to escape. Focusing on your breathing, you silently counted each inhale and exhale, but Michael was making it nearly impossible to keep yourself composed

Just then a sudden warm flicker draped from your perineum and up to your clitoris, Michael purposely sucked hard making you whimper uncontrollably

“Michael” you gasped, your voice trembling as you tried to keep your composure “Please”

“Hmm?” As he switched to holding your ankles now as he did it again this time sucking with more persistence, never giving you the opportunity to catch your break

He moaned to himself as he released you and shut his eyes “Fuck you taste so good, baby”

Michael had made you so wet that the sound of him sucking your pussy was louder than the music coming from his tv. The only thing you could hear was his tongue flickering against your clitoris and your exhausted attempt at trying to hide your moans

Even in the dark Michael knew when you were cumming, your simple watery fluids now tasted sweeter and thicker. He smirked to himself realizing you were starting to cream out, just then he shoved his middle finger inside of you while gently twisting it side to side while sucking your clitoris

You’d become a trembling, whimpering mess, barely able to form a coherent thought as quiet words spilled from your lips

Every emotion you’d been forcing down for so long came rushing to the surface, and you finally surrendered to the feelings you’d spent months trying to keep buried

Michael used his sleeve to wipe his wet face before kissing your thighs as he propped himself up on his knees, undressing from the waist down

Now, you were in position, his hands gripped tightly into your waist as he guided you through riding him

Just the sensation of his dick inside of you was enough to make you orgasm again. The sensation of how thick it was and being able to touch your cervix just by sitting on it was a treat within itself

Leaning you towards himself, Michael pulled your top down and sucked your nipples in between his moaning “You feel so fucking good, fuck”

Your head draped back as you finally got comfortable with your performance. Your movements became more precise and you noticed what Michael’s body was responding towards. Everytime you’d clench your walls around his dick or sucked on his neck he would whimper for you more

“You’re lucky it’s not just the two of us here, else I would’ve fucked you until you couldn’t cry” he groaned “fuck”

Taking that as a challenge you grabbed his hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, examining his large hands before spitting on them and placing them in your mouth. Sucking his fingers and bouncing on his dick

Your confidence seemed to catch him completely off guard. The look in his eyes softened with admiration as he watched you, pleasantly surprised by this side of you he’d never had the chance to witness before. A faint smile tugged at his lips, making it clear that every moment only drew him closer

You could feel his abdomen starting to cave in signaling he was getting close, this was the perfect opportunity to take control “You better not cum yet”

“I’m sorry” he whimpered “I’m sorry, I’m sorry please just don’t stop. I’ll hold it in”

Bouncing harder than before with your hands planted in his chest for support “Fuck, I love this Michael” you moaning rolling your eyes

“You wanna cum in this pussy don’t you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with a quiet desperation that he could no longer hide “Yes”

You were also reaching your peak, each bounce was you getting closer and closer to cumming. Soon your breathing became rapid and your moans came in closer together

“Fuck you’re so tight” Michael whispered “You’re making my feel so good right now”

Michael’s soft whimpers were like music to your ears, every whispered word drawing you closer, making it impossible to look away from him

“You getting close baby?” He asked

“Mhm” you gasped “I’m about to cum”

“Make a mess on him”

“Fuck Michael” you dragged out, breathing heavy and biting at the corner of your lip “You can’t talk to me like this”

“Can I cum please?” He pleaded

You nodded, unable to find your voice

“Yes?” he repeated softly, searching your face as though he wanted to hear the answer one more time

“Yes baby”

Finally Michael grabbed at your hips and forced you up and down on his dick, causing the both of you to orgasm together. “Thank you mama”. Both of you having to bury your faces in your hands to hide the loud moaning

Your toes curled and your body shook violently as your rode out your orgasm. Touching yourself in between was absolutely nothing compared to what Michael just made you feel

Sliding off of his dick the both of you simply sat in silence, unsure of what to do or say, mind blown at the sex being even better this time than the last

But the truth never changed—you couldn’t stop thinking about Michael because he was your first. It had started at last year’s Christmas party. The two of you had quietly slipped away from the crowd, both a little drunk, your usual boundaries blurring until one reckless moment changed everything

If you were honest with yourself, though, it hadn’t begun that night. You’d always found him attractive. Always. He was your boyfriend’s impossibly handsome older brother, and as wrong as it was, pretending those feelings didn’t exist had become far more exhausting than admitting the truth to yourself

The following day was the main event—the annual family pool party. The Jackson home buzzed with laughter from the moment everyone arrived, relatives filling every corner of the backyard. Children darted around with water guns, cannonballs splashed into the pool every few minutes, music drifted through the speakers, and the unmistakable smell of barbecue floated through the warm summer air

Folding tables were lined with homemade dishes, desserts, pitchers of sweet tea and lemonade, while family members gathered beneath umbrellas and patio chairs, catching up as if no time had passed

Your job for the day was to help Katherine with whatever she needed. Most of your time was spent carrying trays of food from the kitchen to the buffet table, refilling drinks, and making sure every dish stayed stocked

Every few minutes another relative would stop you for a hug or pull you into conversation before Katherine gently called you back, reminding you there was still plenty left to do

“Do me a favor, sweetheart,” Katherine said with a warm smile. “Take these ribs out to Michael for me, would you? Then bring the rest of the meat he just pulled off the grill back inside so we can get everything ready to serve”

“Yes ma’am”

Grabbing the aluminum tray, you slid the patio door open and stepped into the summer heat. Music drifted through the backyard while children squealed and splashed in the pool, adults laughed beneath shaded patio umbrellas, and the smoky aroma of barbecue lingered in the air

Some of your favorite records filled the backyard, from Earth, Wind & Fire to The Isley Brothers, the music blending perfectly with the laughter, splashing water, and easy conversation that made the afternoon feel so alive

“Mrs. Jackson wanted me to bring these out to you,” you said, setting the aluminum pan beside the grill

Michael looked up at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he wiped his hands on the dish towel draped over his shoulder

“What?” You asked

“You know you don’t have to call her Mrs. Jackson, right?” Michael said with a warm smile “You’re family. She’d probably rather you call her Katherine”

“I know,” you smiled, “but it’s just out of respect.”

Your eyes followed Michael as he carefully transferred the meat from the grill, the smoky heat rising around him while he worked with practiced ease

The last hot link was still skewered on the grilling fork when Michael paused, bringing it toward your lips instead of placing it in the pan

“Try it” he said with a small grin

“Michael…” you whispered, glancing around the crowded backyard before looking back at him “I don’t think that’s a good idea

“Come on,” Michael coaxed with a teasing smile “I made this one just for you. I know exactly how you like it grilled”

Despite your better judgment, you leaned in and took a bite. The moment you did, a satisfied smile spread across Michael’s face, as though seeing you enjoy it was exactly the reaction he’d been hoping for

Satisfying his perverted thoughts “Good girl” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear while wiping the grease off your cheek

“Perv,” you muttered under your breath, your cheeks warming as you picked up the aluminum pan and turned to walk away

What you hadn’t realized was that your boyfriend had been standing just across the backyard the entire time, his eyes locked on the exchange as his expression slowly hardened

After dropping the meat off in the kitchen, you dusted your hands on your shorts and headed back outside, completely unaware of the tension waiting for you

Spotting your boyfriend near the pool chatting with a few cousins, a smile instantly spread across your face. “Hi, baby,” you greeted warmly, rising onto your tiptoes to press a kiss against his cheek

His reaction wasn’t what you expected

The warmth in his face disappeared almost instantly. Excusing himself from the conversation with a quick nod, he waited until his cousins had walked away before turning back to you, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on yours

“What the hell was that?” he asked, keeping his voice low enough that no one else in the backyard could hear

“Pardon?” you asked, caught completely off guard. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you searched his face, trying to understand where his sudden change in attitude had come from

“What was that between you and Michael?” he asked, struggling to keep his composure. “Since when does my brother feed you? And don’t tell me I imagined what I just saw”

“He gave me a fucking hot link,” you shot back in disbelief. “That’s what you’re mad about? A piece of barbecue? You’re seriously making a scene over that?”

“Yeah, because why is another man feeding you like that?” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. “You didn’t see what I saw. The way he was looking at you… that wasn’t innocent”

You let out an incredulous scoff, slowly looking him up and down

“That is your brother. Are you okay?” you shot back. “You really think either one of us would stoop that low? Whatever childhood competition you’ve got going on with Michael, keep me the fuck out of it. I’m so sick of it”

Before your boyfriend could launch into another excuse or try to make himself the victim, you turned on your heel

Deliberately brushing your shoulder against his as you passed, you walked away without another word, leaving him standing there while the laughter and music from the family gathering carried on around you

Deep down, you knew you were the one in the wrong. But what else were you supposed to do? If you hadn’t flipped the situation back on him, you were dangerously close to being exposed. Deflection was the only thing that bought you enough time to walk away

As the sun began to set, the party carried on. Refusing to let the argument ruin your day, you kept your distance from both brothers and focused on enjoying yourself instead. You spent the evening laughing with family, dancing whenever your favorite songs came on, and making your way back for seconds of the delicious barbecue

Needing a break from the crowd, you slipped inside the pergola and drew the curtains shut behind you. Letting out a slow breath, you sank into one of the chairs, savoring the first quiet moment you’d had to yourself all day

The peace only lasted a few minutes before the curtains shifted open. Michael stepped inside, absentmindedly licking the barbecue sauce from his fingers before glancing over at you with a small grin

“Am I interrupting?” he asked

“Yes” you replied flatly, not even bothering to look up. You already knew it was Michael before he said a word

“Good” he chuckled, completely unbothered by your answer as he made himself comfortable beside you on the daybed

“I don’t think we should be seen together right now,” you said quietly, finally looking over at him “Not after what just happened”

“Why?” Michael asked, his brows knitting together as if the answer genuinely hadn’t crossed his mind

“Because your brother saw what you did at the grill,” you sighed, rubbing your temples “He was mad as hell. He pulled me aside asking why you were feeding me and said he didn’t like the way you were looking at me”

Michael let out a quiet “hm,” shaking his head with a smirk on his face

“I figured he’d notice…” he muttered under his breath

You turned to him immediately “You figured he’d notice?”

His eyes widened for the briefest second before he recovered “That’s not what I meant to say”

You scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows as the realization slowly settled in. “Wow”

Your eyes stayed fixed on Michael, the pieces finally beginning to fall into place. Glancing over at Michael, the guilty look on his face told you everything you needed to know. A slow smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Instead of getting angry, you decided to take full advantage of the situation

If Michael wanted to play games, then two could play that game

You scooted closer to Michael, placing your thigh over his legs and rubbing his chest as you kissed at the corner of his lips “It’s okay baby” watching him tense up

You scooted closer to Michael, draping one of your thighs over his legs before resting a hand against his chest. Gently, you brushed a kiss against the corner of his lips

“It’s okay, baby” you whispered

The moment the words left your mouth, you felt him tense beneath your touch, his jaw tightening as he realized exactly what you were doing

“You’re not mad?” he asked cautiously, trying to read your face

“Mm” shaking your head as you reached for his swimming trunks, watching him squirm as you pulled out his dick

You let out a cocky scoff, a teasing smile spreading across your face. “Look at you…” you murmured, your eyes roaming over him. “All worked up over me?”

“Yes” he shamelessly admitted “I been thinking about you since you left this morning” he whispered

“Me too” kissing at the open parts of his chest before leaning down and spitting on his tip, watching it coat his shaft before repeating the process

“I don’t think we should be doing this right now,” he murmured, though he made no move to pull away

“Why? You didn’t care earlier about being seen” you teased

Just then your hand gently gripped around his shaft, immediately making him groan at the sensation of your hand stroking his dick—similar to what he was used to imitating on himself

“Be quiet Michael or else I’m gonna stop”

Dropping the plate next to him “Fuck” he groaned “okay, I’m sorry I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet”

You sped up your stroking, watching his dick pulse and react to your every touch. Even arousing yourself in the process

“People might hear us” he whined

“You care about that?”

“No” he took a deep breath shaking his head “No I don’t”

“Please make me cum” he whimpered

“I will baby, I promise. I just need you to tell me the truth first okay?”

“Mhm”

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

He hesitated to answer causing you to slow down

“No, no, no please don’t stop” he begged “Yes” finally answering you

“Why did you do it Michael?”

“Fuck—I wanted t’ make him jealous”

“Why?”

His head drooped back causing his hat to fall off and his mouth opened but nothing came out “Oh my god” he moaned “Please don’t make me do this”

“Aww baby,I thought you wanted me to make you cum?” you said in a condescending tone

The fapping sounds grew stronger, even making him watch you spit on his tip some more

“I do, I do please just don’t stop you’re making me feel so good”

“So why did you do it then?”

“Because I need you” he whined “I need you and I want you for myself” “You’re so beautiful”

Michael’s legs started to tremble and his cheeks were starting to warm up “Princess can I cum please? I can’t hold it anymore”

His answer caught you off guard. You had expected him to brush it off, blaming it on the ongoing tension between him and his brother. Instead, his concern seemed to be about the two of you

“Yes baby, cum for mama”

“Thank you”

His cumshot came protruding out multiple times, splashing onto the cement floor and a little on your hand. Michael collapsed back onto the daybed seemingly shocked in his performance. He began crying softly from being overwhelmed by your presence, blocking his face in embarrassment

“Good boy” you said as you kissed his cheek

You made him watch you lick his cum off of your hand before kissing his ear, making his body recoil with each touch

“You know I’m not done with you right? This is only the start” you smirked kissing his cheek “I’ll see you later my sweet boy”

Leaving Michael behind to collect himself, you slipped out of the pergola and made your way back toward the party as though nothing had happened

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I NEED THICK MICHAEL 😩😩😩

💋🎙️🍸 Imagine this… you’ve been out all night when you should’ve been home hours ago. Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing, your screen flooded with unanswered calls and text messages. But none of it mattered. There was only one place you wanted to be—and only one person on your mind. You knew you had no business showing up at their door, yet somehow it felt easier to blame the reckless decision on the vodka still lingering in your system

Standing in the foyer with your back pressed against the wooden front door, staring at Michael’s gaze. Pressing his thumb into your jaw and feeling his tongue invade the inside of your mouth and whirl against yours—sealing the moment by sucking your tongue and pulling away

“What are you doing here honey?”

The alcohol clouding your judgment made it nearly impossible to resist whenever it came to mature!michael. Every ounce of self-control you had was slipping away. Swallowing hard, you looked up at him, your thoughts tangled between reason and desire

“I just need to taste it,” you whispered, your voice so soft it was almost lost in the silence

“So..” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickies from the crook up to the back of your ear, listening to you moan until his dick got hard “Last time wasn’t really the last time now was it?”

Judging by the look on Michael’s face, you knew he had something up his sleeve—but, truthfully, it was exactly what you needed from him

It was almost embarrassing to find yourself back in this position again, yet your body craved him too intensely to care. Any shame you might’ve felt had long since been drowned out by the pull he seemed to have over you

Before you knew it you were exactly where you wanted to be, in between his legs. Face covered in saliva and allowing him to fuck your face. Over and over again shoving his dick to the back of your throat while his head was forced back into the pillows on his bed “Just like that honey, fuck” he moaned

Bobbing you relentlessly. Just as he pulled his dick out he hissed tapping it against your tongue and lips until his cum came shooting out, using your face as his personal canvas

Before Michael even thought about moving forward he knew what came first. His favorite part wasn’t fucking you but eating you out. He loved the way your pussy clenched around his fingers and the way your fluids leaked all over his face, spilling all over his nose and lips

Whirling his face around in it and moaning at the satisfaction you gave him. Swallowing everything you offered. Moaning just from how good you tasted. On past occasions he’d eat your pussy long enough to make himself cum in his pants

Both of your legs spread apart, ankles touching his ears as he used his large hands to press into your thighs while he fucked you pitilessly. Ignoring all the whimpering and screaming, it only fueled his actions making him want to keep it up. Digging inside of you while his lips caressed your jawline and crook of your neck “There you go, good girl”

“Does he fuck like this? Hm?”

“You do it better”

All you could do was whimper and cry out for him to keep fucking you, and that’s exactly what he did. At one point Michael reversed positions and made you finish him on top so he could watch you fuck him & your fluids leak on him with each thrust, holding your hips in place and forcing you to ride him even though you had already orgasmed

Knees planted on both sides of his thighs as he bounced you up and down on his dick. Each thrust it seemed like you had gotten wetter than the last. Everytime you felt his dick slam inside you his tip was hitting your cervix “This is what you wanted right? So take this”

“Yes daddy”

Tears spilled out and your throat was raw from screaming all night, just then when he felt your walls clenching his dick he finally gave in and gave you one last thrust before cumming inside of you, forcing your hips to stay put while he came “That’s it honey” he moaned

Sliding off of his dick you swallowed the remaining fluids off his shaft until you were satisfied with your performance. Michael had a really big kink for watching you swallow his cum, often making him hard again and wanting to keep fucking you. Watch is exactly what he did. Biting his lip as you wiped your face off

As you begged for Michael to keep fucking you in backshots, hands tightly gripping his sheets and crying for more—your boyfriend was still blowing up your phone wondering why you hadn’t returned home almost two hours ago

Synopsis: A stormy night. A visit that couldn’t wait. And a conversation neither of them was ready to have. Some wounds never truly heal… they just wait for the right moment to be reopened

Warnings: Reconciliation, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Drama, Emotional Distress,Happy Ending, Creampie, crying through it, talking through it, and praising.

Carefully pulling the thermometer from Ava’s mouth, your heart sank as your eyes landed on the screen

102.4°F

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as worry settled over you. You quickly replaced the now-warm ice pack on her forehead with a fresh one before brushing the back of your hand against her flushed cheeks and neck. She was still burning up, and despite everything you’d been doing to bring the fever down, it didn’t seem to be making much of a difference

“Baby you’re burning up”

Setting the thermometer aside, you reached for the bottle of children’s Tylenol and carefully drew up the correct dosage into the syringe

The moment Ava realized what you were doing, she rolled onto her side and frowned

“No!” she protested, shaking her head as she scooted farther back against the pillows

“C’mon baby you need to take something”

“I don’t want it!” She whined becoming more high rate

All day this had been going on, her on and off temper tantrums caused by her not feeling good and you were exhausted doing it all by yourself

“Ava, please, just take your medicine…” you pleaded softly, bringing the syringe toward her mouth. The moment it got close, she smacked your hand away

Children’s Tylenol splashed across the bed, leaving you staring at the sticky mess with an exhausted sigh

“I don’t want it! I want my daddy”

By this point Ava was having a full blown meltdown. Crying because she was so sick and now wanting to be comforted by her father. You couldn’t fight it anymore, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Taking a deep breath you exited her room and went downstairs to grab the house phone

Across town, Michael stood inside the recording booth one hand resting against his headphones as his foot tapped steadily to the beat. He listened intently, eyes shut tight, replaying the track for what felt like the hundredth time

No matter how many times he heard it, something still wasn’t clicking. It was driving him crazy

Just outside the recording booth, Bill stood talking quietly with one of Michael’s producers, both listening as the latest playback echoed through the studio.

Suddenly, the studio phone rang. Bill glanced toward the booth before quickly stepping over to answer it

“Hello?” he greeted, lifting the receiver to his ear

“Bill?? It’s me, listen I really need your help right now”

Bill’s expression immediately fell at the sound of your panicked voice. Your words came out rushed and broken, making it difficult for him to understand what you were saying. Without wasting a second, he turned toward the producer and motioned for him to kill the music. The studio fell silent as Bill pressed the receiver closer to his ear, his concern growing with every second

Michael pulled one side of his headphones off his ear, his brows knitting together in confusion as the music abruptly cut off. Looking through the studio glass, he caught the producer’s eye. The producer simply pointed toward Bill before giving a small shrug

Michael followed his gaze and immediately noticed the concern on Bill’s face as he stood at the phone

“Hey, hey slow down for me what’s going on?”

“It’s Ava,” you cried, your words breaking apart between shaky breaths. “She’s burning up with a fever, and I don’t know what to do anymore. She just keeps crying for Michael… I can’t do this by myself”

“Okay just try to keep yourself calm until we get there we’re leaving right now”

The two of you hung up the phone as Michael walked out the booth “Bill what’s going on?”

“It’s Ava, she’s sick”

Immediately the expression of worry washed over Michael’s face, causing him to drop his headphones and walk over to Bill “Is she okay??”

“She just said that Ava was burning up with a fever and real fussy looking for you”

Before heading to your house, Michael had Bill pull over at the nearest grocery store so they could pick up medicine, Pedialyte, children’s fever reducers, popsicles, and anything else Ava might need

The rest of the drive was agonizing. Michael’s knee bounced relentlessly as he stared out the rain-speckled window, replaying your panicked phone call over and over

He’d never heard his daughter that sick before, and all he could think about was getting to her

Just as you stepped out of the shower, the loud pounding at the front door made you jump

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Shit” you muttered under your breath.Hastily wrapping a towel around your body, you hurried downstairs, water still dripping from your hair. You pressed one eye to the peephole and immediately froze

Michael stood on the front porch, completely drenched. Rain poured relentlessly over him, plastering his curls to his forehead and soaking his clothes as he waited anxiously at the door

You quickly unlocked the front door before stepping aside

“I’m so sorry I just got out of the shower” you apologized.

Michael offered a reassuring smile as he thanked Bill, taking the remaining grocery bags from his hands before stepping inside

“It’s okay” he replied softly. You waved goodbye to Bill and thanked him for bringing Michael over before closing and locking the front door. Turning around, you found Michael already in the kitchen, quietly unpacking the grocery bags as if he’d never left

“How is she doing?” He asked

“Sick—if her temperature doesn’t break I’m gonna have to take her to the emergency room, but it’s hard for me to break it because she doesn’t wanna take anything”

“Well hopefully the stuff I bought works, the pharmacist said it was good for breaking fevers” he shrugged

A moment of awkward silence lingered between the two of you, Michael did his best not to stare at you basically naked but the temptation was rising, you caught into his lingering eyes and immediately became embarrassed

“I’m gonna get dressed, if you need anything just let me know”

Clearing his throat, Michael glanced at you. “I’ll walk up with you… for Ava,” he added quietly, feeling the need to clarify

Michael trailed a few steps behind you as the two of you climbed the staircase in silence. When you continued toward the master bedroom, he stopped outside Ava’s room, his hand lingering on the doorknob. For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to go in. Taking a quiet breath, he finally cracked the door open and slowly stepped inside

Hearing the bedroom door open Ava turned towards the sound, gasping at the sight of her father walking through “Daddy!”

Despite the fever burning through her tiny body and the soreness in her throat, Ava’s face lit up the second she saw her daddy. They wore the same crooked smile, as if she had borrowed it straight from him. Michael didn’t waste a second. Slipping off his jacket, he climbed into bed beside her “Hi Bambi, mommy told me you weren’t feeling good”

Michael had been calling Ava “Bambi” since the day she was born. The moment the doctors placed her in his arms, he couldn’t stop staring at her wide, doe-like eyes. With the softest smile he whispered “My little Bambi” and the nickname had stuck ever since

She shook her head no resting on Michael’s chest “I know how much you hate taking medicine but it’s the only way that you’ll feel better”

“Do I have to?” She pleaded

“Yes” he replied sternly “It’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better”

Michael reached for the bottle of children’s fever reducer, carefully reading the label before breaking the safety seal. After measuring the correct dosage, he twisted open a fresh bottle of orange juice and set it on the nightstand

“Come here Bambi” he whispered sliding an arm behind her shoulders to help her sit up. “I know it doesn’t taste good, but Daddy needs you to take this for me, okay?”

Ava’s watery eyes filled with tears as she gave a weak nod. Michael held the medicine to her lips, patiently waiting while she swallowed every drop before handing her the orange juice. He rubbed slow circles against her back as she took a few small sips, quietly praising her the entire time

“That’s my brave girl” he murmured brushing a damp curl away from her forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to her burning skin

You had just finished dressing yourself, throwing on one of your nightgowns that you normally wore around the house. But for some reason you found yourself feel conscious, as much as you tried to say it wasn’t because of Michael that’s exactly what it was. You even took it a step further and tried to make your hair look presentable

Afterwards you crept down the hallway to check on Ava & Michael, peaking inside the room you saw Ava cuddled under her father and laughing as hard as she could at her father putting on a puppet show, apparently before he arrived he stopped at a toy store and bought Ava new stuffed animals, her current obsession was a mixture of Bambi and tinker bell

You smiled to yourself watching them interact with one another, it almost made your heart ache that Ava couldn’t get this everyday because you knew how much they both loved each other

Giving them some privacy, you quietly went back upstairs and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the photo in your hands. It was the first time the three of you had gone to Disneyland together. Seeing the smile on Ava’s face as Michael carried her on his shoulders was enough to bring tears to your eyes

Before you went too far down memory lane a knock came from the other side of the door, quickly placing the photo back you semi yelled “come in” , of course it was Michael on the other end

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” He asked stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, watching you shake your head no

He took a seat next to you in bed, his awkward nature taking over as if this was his first time in your bedroom, nervous in his posture making you laugh “Michael you don’t have to be awkward, we’re very far from strangers”

“Right” he chuckled fixing his posture

“How is she doing?”

“She’s sleeping right now but I swapped out her ice packs and she took medicine so hopefully it starts to break soon”

“Thank you coming over here and helping me with her”

“That’s what I was supposed to do”

“Yeah but I know how busy you are with—everything” raising your eyebrows as you picked at your manicure

“That stuff isn’t more important than the two of you”

You could feel Michael’s eyes lingering on you, but you refused to acknowledge them. Instead, his attention shifted to the framed portrait you’d been staring at moments earlier

“Whaaat?” he chuckled, leaning across you to pick up the photo. His smile widened as he looked it over, unable to hide the amusement in his voice

I didn’t even know you still had this” Michael murmured absentmindedly running his fingers over the frame. He smiled to himself “Man… look at us”

“It seemed like it was so long ago” you sighed “Ava comes in here everyday to look at that picture”

Hearing no response, you slowly turned your head to study Michael’s expression. You knew him well enough to understand why he’d gone so quiet. Part of it was the memories the photograph carried, but the other part was harder to ignore

This had been taken right before everything changed. Not long after that trip, the vitiligo began spreading across his face and the rest of his body. Looking at the photo now, it was like he was staring at the last version of himself before his life changed forever

Your eyes drifted to his ear, noticing the patch of skin that was slightly darker than the rest of his face. It was subtle, but you knew what it meant. It was only a matter of time before the vitiligo spread even further

Without thinking, you lifted your hand and gently brushed your thumb against his ear. It wasn’t pity or curiosity—just quiet acknowledgment. You had always understood how deeply it affected him

Michael’s breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning ever so slightly into your touch. Such a small gesture, yet it spoke louder than any reassurance ever could. It was enough to make his eyes well with tears

Finally managing to swallow the lump in his throat, Michael opened his eyes and carefully set the picture back where he had found it. He glanced around the room, a faint smile tugging at his lips

“You didn’t change much in here, did you?” he asked, rising to his feet

Slowly, he wandered around the bedroom, his fingertips grazing the dresser and shelves. The longer he looked, the more it sank in

Nothing had changed. Actually

The bedroom the two of you had once decorated together was still exactly the way you’d left it. Every picture, every piece of furniture, every little detail remained untouched as if time had simply stopped the day he walked out

Not really” you sighed, standing to your feet and leaning against the wooden bedpost as Michael inspected his old side of the room. “I kept telling myself I’d change it someday… I just never did”

Lies. You had ever opportunity to redecorate but emotionally couldn’t get yourself to do it, hell you would’ve had an easier time packing up and moving out

“No, I get it” Michael replied with a gentle smile, tucking his hands into his pockets before turning toward you. “Funny how one day turns into a week… then a month… before you know it, two years have gone by”

You began chewing the inside of your cheek, your eyes fixed on Michael as the weight of the silence settled between you. The intensity of the moment made your chest tighten. Desperately searching for an escape, the first excuse that came to mind slipped past your lips

“I’m gonna go check on Ava”

“She’s fine,” Michael said quietly, reaching out to gently catch your wrist before you could walk away

His eyes scanning yours

“Why do you keep trying to get away from me?” His voice carrying more hurt than accusation

You let out a shaky laugh. “Because I don’t know how to be around you anymore. You’re standing in our bedroom like nothing changed… but everything did”

“This isn’t any easier for me, if that’s what you think” Michael replied, his voice beginning to crack. “You think I’m okay with being nothing more than a phone call away? With hearing from Bill that my little girl is sick?” He shook his head fighting back his emotions

“I should’ve been here. I should’ve been the one taking care of her… not finding out after the fact”

“Yeah?” you scoffed “Well, this is how it’s always been, Michael. There’s always somebody standing between us. Bill calling me. Bill calling you. Bill passing along messages because you never would”

You swallowed the lump in your throat

“You’re right… you should’ve had your ass home. But you weren’t. And after a while, I got tired of waiting for you”

The two of you had fallen in love so young, but there was never anything childish about it. It was real. Before you knew it, you were newlyweds, barely twenty-one, building a life together. Not long after came Ava, the missing piece neither of you knew your hearts were waiting for

There was a time when everything felt perfect. The two of you had your dream home your beautiful little family, and a future that seemed untouchable. Back then, it never crossed your mind that one day the two of you would be standing in the very bedroom where your life together began, feeling like strangers trying to remember how to find each other again

Between the endless tours and the grueling hours spent locked away in the studio, your marriage slowly stopped feeling like a marriage. It became a life you were watching from the sidelines, where you were constantly waiting for your husband to come home

It wasn’t because Michael had fallen in love with someone else—he hadn’t. It was because his career demanded everything from him, leaving whatever was left over for the people waiting at home

Michael lowered his head, letting out a shaky breath. “I know” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “And the worst part is… I kept telling myself I was doing it for us. For you. For Ava. I didn’t realize that while I was trying to build a future for my family… I was slowly losing the family I was trying to protect”

The anger was finally starting to boil over, you looked up at Michael as you scoffed “Right..tell that to a little girl who cries every time her daddy comes on the fucking TV because that’s the closest she can get to him. Tell that to the child who has to watch millions of screaming fans get your attention while she can’t even get a phone call from her own father”

“You’re right” he admitted as his voice cracked

“No child should ever have to feel like they’re competing with the rest of the world for their father’s attention” He lowered his gaze, blinking back tears

“I promised myself I’d be the father I needed growing up. I swore my children would never wonder if I loved them… never question whether they came second to anything else”

Listening to Michael’s confession, you felt some of your anger begin to fade. You knew better than anyone how deeply he loved being a father. To the rest of the world, he was Michael Jackson—the superstar. But to him, none of those titles ever mattered as much as being Ava’s dad

It had always been his greatest accomplishment, and seeing the guilt written across his face made it impossible to believe he had ever stopped loving his daughter. The problem was never a lack of love. Somewhere along the way, life and his career had simply gotten in the way of him showing it

“She loves you, Michael… and it’s obvious.” Your voice softened. “Every single day she’s asking me about you” A small, bittersweet smile tugged at your lips. “Sometimes she doesn’t even want me to read her a bedtime story. She just wants me to tell her stories about you… about us. She wants to know how we met, what you were like when we were young…she just misses you”

Michael hesitated, his eyes drifting toward the rain as it relentlessly beat against the bedroom window. Every so often, a flash of lightning illuminated the room before disappearing just as quickly

He absentmindedly brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, gathering the courage to say what had been weighing on him all evening

“You’ve talked about Ava this whole time” he began then paused briefly, his eyes searching yours

”…But what about you?”

Silence settled between the two of you

“Do you miss me?” he asked quietly “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do Michael…I wouldn’t be standing here if I felt otherwise”

“Then tell me,” he whispered, tears threatening to spill

“Tell me you still love me, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right. I don’t care what it costs anymore. I just want my family back”

You stared at him, your vision blurring with tears. It wasn’t because you didn’t know the answer—it was because you did

There had been nights you questioned whether your marriage would survive. Nights you convinced yourself walking away would hurt less than waiting for him to come home. But never not once, had you questioned whether you loved him

“Of course I still love you Michael.” Your voice cracked as tears slipped down your cheeks. “Loving you was never the problem”

“That’s not what I want, Michael” You shook your head your voice barely above a whisper “I don’t want you to give up your dreams. I fell in love with the boy who couldn’t stop talking about music. The one who stayed up all night writing songs because he believed he could change the world. I know what your music means to you… it’s a part of who you are”

A tear escaped before you quickly wiped it away

“I just want Ava and me to feel like we’re just as important as the rest of the world. I don’t want the world to lose Michael Jackson… I just don’t want Ava and me to keep losing the man we love”

Stepping forward Michael closed the gap between the two of you, gently lifting your chin as tears streamed down your face. His own eyes glistened

“I’ve missed you every single day” His voice cracked. “I just…I didn’t know how to find my way back to you”

He leans in, giving her the opportunity to close the remaining distance

“Then kiss me” you whispered, your eyes falling to his lips “And remind me what it’s like to be loved by my husband again”

Without wasting another second he smashed his lips into yours, the euphoric feeling of being reconnected with one another washing over the both of you repeatedly. Your hands creeping around his neck as he pulled you by the waist, his tongue begging for acceptance. Desperate for you to allow him in

Feeling captivated by him you slightly relaxed your jaw and closed your eyes giving him access. Feeling his warm tongue slither against yours sent a rush down your spine “Mmm” you both moaned to one another as your eyes shut

Just then Michael slowly pulled back, brushing his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin

“Please…” he whispered. “I’ve missed you for two years. Don’t push me away tonight”

“Come here” rubbing his chin slightly with your thumb “Remind me that I’m still your wife”

Picking you up effortlessly, Michael carried you to the bed the two of you had once shared every night. Without breaking the kiss, he gently laid you against the mattress, his hands lingering at your waist as though reassuring himself you were really there. Your fingers remained intertwined behind his neck, reluctant to let him go even for a second

Every touch carried two years’ worth of apologies, forgiveness, and longing. The room fell silent around you, leaving only the sound of uneven breaths and quiet laughter between tears. For the first time in what felt like forever, neither of you was thinking about the past—you were simply grateful to have found your way back to each other

Michael hovered over you as he slowly undressed himself, never taking his eyes off you. Once he had discarded the last of his clothing, his attention turned to you, carefully peeling away each layer. He bit down on his lip as the slow revelation of your body unfolded before him, his gaze drinking in every inch

It was a sight he’d carried in his mind for two long years, one he’d cherished, longed for, and replayed in countless memories. Now that you were finally in front of him again, it almost didn’t feel real

Spreading your legs apart he licked his lips at the sight of your folds parting and exposing your wetness, the shiny fluids flowing from the outside. You licked your lips at the sight of him stroking himself—both of you sex deprived

Leaning forward he forced your hips in an upward motion as he slid inside of you, both of you needing a minute to take into the moment. His forehead pressed into yours “Fuck, I missed this” he groaned

It took you a few strokes to get accustomed to his size again, biting on your lip to mask the pain before remembering one of the reasons Michael made you so crazy over him. As his pace spiked so did your moaning, the floor underneath the both of you creaking with each thrust

The only thing that masked the dual moaning was the heavy rain pouring outside, the moment was so heavy and intimate that you couldn’t care about being loud right now. Your eyes rolling and catching constant body chills with each thrust pumped inside of you

Your face flustered red at the moment Michael pointed out how creamy you had gotten in such a short time period. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades repetitively, moving up and down his back with the pace of his stroking, it was obvious his choreography had taught him something new about his hip mobility

“Do you still love me?” Michael asked staring in your eyes

“Yes baby, I never stopped”

His words were constantly interrupted by messy, lingering kisses, as though he couldn’t stand to spend another second without tasting your lips. Every now and then, his teeth would lightly tug at your bottom lip before he kissed you again, pouring two years of longing into every embrace

“You know I’d do anything for you… don’t you?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours

Sweat began collecting between the both of you, swapping from his body to yours. One arm wrapped underneath your back to give him better access inside of you, his dick constantly pressing into your cervix making you cry out repetitively

“Yes daddy, fuck!”

Your toes balling up and your legs begging to tremble, even your abdomens was starting to tighten up. Soon your breath was becoming heavier with each passing, Michael smirked watching your bottom lip tremble “You cumming for me?”

Trying your best to deny it you shook your head side to side, Michael used his other hand to wrap it around your throat kissing you more aggressively than before “You lying to me baby?”

“N-no” you doubled down

“Hm” he chuckled “Then you better hold that shit in until I’m done”

“You’re so tight” he groaned “Oh my god you don’t know how much I missed you, I waited on this for two years”

You knew Michael was reaching his peak whenever he started whimpering like crazy, any and everything that came to his mind would roll aimlessly off his tongue

“Fuck—Michael why are you fucking me like this?!”

“Because you’re my wife” he condescendingly replied “So take it just like that”

“Mm fuck” he gasped in your ear while sloppily kissing at your neck and back to your ear “I’m ready for my son” he admitted

You tilted your head back into the sheets and took a deep breath trying not to orgasm, but you were on a countdown and Michael knew it, he’d been with you long enough to know when you were about to tap

“Cum inside me baby” a single tear rolled down your cheek “We can have another baby, I wanna have your babies Michael”

Michael grabbed both of your hands and placed them above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as his thrusting became faster and heavier. Each thrust leading to the headboard slamming into the wall, his cheeks flustering red feeling his orgasm peaking

“I thought I lost you baby” feeling himself getting choked up “I promise you after this we’re going back to being a family—I’ll do everything right okay?”

Nodding your head frantically , feeling his fingers tighten around your throat—enhancing the feeling. Just then your moans were uncontainable. Your back arched and you cried at the top of your lungs as you leaked all over Michael, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick he gave into the sensation and came inside of you simultaneously

Still stroking through his orgasm, whimpering at the top of his lungs and listening to the sound of his voice becoming even more delicate than what it already is, kissing your jawline while repeating “I know baby, I know”

The next thing you remembered was the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, its light gently coaxing your eyes open. You blinked lazily, letting out a sleepy sigh before the events of the night before came flooding back. Instantly, your lips curled into a smile. It was real. For the first time in two years, you’d gone to sleep beside your husband

After climbing out of bed, you made your way into the bathroom to go through your usual morning routine. Once you were finished, you slipped on your robe and headed down the hallway to check on Ava. Oddly enough, she wasn’t in her bedroom like she normally was

Following the faint sound of the television and her little giggles, you made your way downstairs. The sight that greeted you instantly melted your heart

Ava was curled up in Michael’s lap on the couch, her favorite stuffed animals tucked under one arm as the two of them watched Bambi. Michael absentmindedly stroked her hair while she remained completely captivated by the movie, looking more peaceful than she had in days

“Mommy!” She smiled landing her eyes on you

Michael mocked the exact same smile, scooting over on the couch and patting the available seat next to him “Good morning mommy”

As soon as you sat down Ava leaped to hug you as tightly as possible “Daddy wouldn’t let me wake you up” she pouted before sitting back in his lap

You chuckled “Yeah she normally sleeps on your side of the bed now, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and she’s lying next to me”

“We made you breakfast if you’re hungry, and I made you a fresh pot of coffee”

“Aww you’re so sweet Michael” leaning in and kissing his cheek before shifting your focus to Ava, placing your hand on her head “are you feeling any better?”

“Mhm, daddy made me take more medicine this morning and he gave me a bath”

“I took her temperature not too long ago and her fever finally broke”

You smiled to yourself, not entirely surprised. Michael had always been an amazing father, but after everything the two of you had been through, it felt comforting to finally have a true partner again. You no longer felt like you were carrying the weight of parenthood by yourself

Resting your head against the pillows, you absentmindedly combed your fingers through Ava’s damp curls

“I think you just wanted your daddy this whole time” you teased with a soft smile

“So did you” Michael mumbled only loud enough for you to hear

Playfully you swatted his chest making him laugh “Don’t overdo it now”

Around noon, Ava went down for another nap, and that’s when Michael decided it was time to leave. Promising he’d be back soon, he reluctantly grabbed his things. The two of you still had plenty to work through, but for the first time in a long time, you were finally on the same page. Neither of you wanted to walk away from this marriage anymore. You both wanted to fight for it—together

Before he stepped out the door, he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a long, lingering kiss. Neither of you was in a hurry to let go, savoring the feeling of being close again after so long. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, offering you one last smile before quietly making his way out the door

Two months had passed, and things had changed tremendously for the three of you. Michael wasn’t officially living at the house again, but it certainly felt that way. He spent more nights there than anywhere else, and little by little, his belongings began filling the home again

One trip it was a suitcase, the next a few framed photos, then another rack of clothes. Without either of you ever saying it aloud, he was quietly moving back home one box at a time

You leaned against the bathroom counter, your arms folded tightly across your chest as your eyes remained fixed on the watch wrapped around your wrist. What should’ve only taken five minutes felt more like two hours. You weren’t entirely sure why your nerves were so shot, but your stomach was tied in knots, your mind racing with every possible outcome

Meanwhile, just outside the bathroom door, you could hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the living room, where Michael and Ava were happily spending time together, completely unaware of the anxiety quietly consuming you

Finally, both tests let out a soft chirp, signaling the results were ready. Your heart immediately began pounding against your ribs. Taking a slow, unsteady breath, you reached for them with trembling hands. Keeping your eyes squeezed shut, you clutched the tests tightly, silently trying to prepare yourself for whatever they revealed before you found the courage to look

Pregnant

Your heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might burst from your chest. A wave of emotions crashed over you all at once, leaving you speechless

Tears instantly welled in your eyes as a shaky smile spread across your face. You stood there in stunned silence, allowing yourself to fully take in the moment before saying a single word. For just a little while longer, this was your secret to hold one you wanted to savor before sharing it with the two people waiting just beyond the bathroom door

A few moments later, you made your way downstairs and quietly settled onto the sofa beside Michael and Ava. The two of them were completely engrossed in The Wiz, one of Ava’s favorite movies. She never seemed to tire of watching her father as the Scarecrow. Every time the film came on, she’d stare at the screen in amazement before turning to look at Michael, still unable to wrap her little mind around the fact that her daddy was her favorite character

“Mommy you’re missing the movie” Ava whined

“I’m sorry baby” you sniffed

Resting your head on Michael’s shoulder he could tell something was different with you, it wasn’t your normal nature “What’s wrong?” Turning his focus on you and rubbing your thigh

“Can I talk to you for a second? Nothing wrong I promise” you smiled reassuringly

You pulled the pregnancy tests out your robe pocket and placed them in his hand, watching as he froze for the time being, confused and shocked more than anything. Even blinking repetitively like he was unsure what was going on, he struggled with getting his words together

“We’re having another baby” you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. “I wanted to be sure… so I took more than one test” Leaning over, you gently kissed the side of his face as tears began streaming down your cheeks

Michael was so overwhelmed in his emotions that he couldn’t say anything, he simply gripped onto your arm and shed happy tears “We’re having another baby” he repeated to himself as if he was trying to convince himself this was real

Hearing the sniffles behind her, Ava tore her attention away from the television and looked over her shoulder. Seeing the both of you in tears, she frowned in confusion

“Mommy…” she tilted her head “Why are you and Daddy crying?”

Michael let out a watery laugh, wiping his eyes before opening his arms to Ava “Come here sweetheart”

As she climbed into his lap, Michael pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face against her little shoulder for a brief moment before kissing her cheek

“You’re gonna be a big sister” he whispered with a tearful smile

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Synopsis: Based on this request. Marlon flies you out to surprise Michael for his birthday, but before the celebration can begin, an unexpected turn changes everything

Warnings: Exhibitionism, smut, penetration, multiple orgasms, praising, consensual voyeurism

As soon as Michael left for rehearsals, Marlon quietly snuck you into his hotel suite and helped you decorate the room. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in nearly three months, and the distance had been driving you both crazy. Tonight wasn’t just about celebrating his birthday, it was finally about being together again

Taking a step back, you admired everything the two of you had put together. A colorful “Happy Birthday” banner stretched across the room, balloons filled every corner, and a beautifully decorated table had been set up with all of Michael’s favorite foods and desserts

Unbeknownst to you or the Jackson brothers, a change of plans had quietly unfolded. As everyone finished getting dressed and prepared to head out, Michael asked to be taken back to his hotel room, insisting that he wasn’t feeling well but truthfully he was just sad that today was his birthday and he hadn’t heard from you yet

“You sure you gonna be okay?” Bill asked , obviously stalling Michael

“Yeah I just wanna lay down for a while, don’t forget to drop those toys off please?”

As Michael punched in the code to his hotel room he was caught off guard by his dark it was inside. The curtains pulled back and not a single ray of light was shining through, shutting the door behind him with his foot while taking a deep sigh

As soon as Michael flipped on the bedroom light, he froze. His eyes scanned the decorations before landing on you

“Happy birthday!” you cheered shooting confetti in the air

Speechless, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His lack of words had you nervous that maybe it was all too much

“Baby…” he finally responded , tearing up as he walked towards you cupping your face—as if he wasn’t sure this moment was real

Tears filling his eyes as he squeezed you tightly and kissed your cheek repeatedly “W-How did you get here??”

“Marlon & I planned this about a month ago, you didn’t think I was gonna miss this did you?”

“Well to be honest I was kinda bummed out when I didn’t hear your voice this morning”

“Awww I’m sorry baby” stroking his chin with your fingers , making him blush uncontrollably

“I missed you so much” using his weight to guide you towards the bed as his hands roamed around your back looking for your zipper

“Mik-baby wait a second”

“It’s been months since I had you, no”

You protested multiple times but it was useless. Michael had his mind made up and you had quickly fallen into submission—you needed him just as bad as he needed you. Going months without so much as a kiss from one another had the both of you on edge

“Michael! Michael” you gasped clawing at the sheets “Baby I can’t cum anymore”

One hand gripping your hair and the other hand placed firmly on the back of your neck, body reacting to each harsh stroke Michael drove inside of you. Both of you covered in sweat

“C’mon baby just one more” he praised “One more for me please?”

“I haven’t seen you in months baby do you know how crazy I am about you?” He groaned “Fuck, I needed you”

Gaining your strength you propped yourself up using your elbows and spread your legs wider to give yourself leverage as you used your remaining strength to thrust yourself into Michael’s dick. The sounds of your skin slapping against his filled the room along with the combination of his wet dick constantly penetrating you from behind

Your moaning was music to his ears, months of having to hear you over the phone couldn’t compare to what he was hearing right now

Michael seemed surprised by your actions and gave you the opportunity to take lead—sticking his thumb in your butt and talking you through your pouncing. Smirking and biting on his lips seemingly pleased with your performance

As his head dropped backwards and his mouth opened slightly he could feel your walls constructing around him, knowing this was your way of trying to fight against the urge to orgasm again, smirking to himself and just the faintest chuckle he dug his fingers into your backside and pounded inside you until your body couldn’t resist the urge—forcing you to squirt all over him. He watched your fluids splatter onto his abdomen, chest, and mainly his shaft

You whimpered and cried out as you finally gave in and allowed Michael to overpower you, finally feeling his chest pressed into your back. He began thrusting just much slower and more emotionally driven, kissing your ear as each kiss caused you to shiver

“You should’ve known I wasn’t gonna let you give up that easy” he chuckled before kissing your ear again

“Daddy I’m done” you whined, hot tears spilling from your face

Michael hovered over you but not before kissing down your spine & continuously thrusting in you until finally he reached his peak, not even attempting to pull out but the complete opposite. His stance became weak and his whimpering was louder than ever “oh my god”

Finally collapsing next to you in bed he began pushing the wet strands out of your face

“You ruined my hair” you huffed

“It’s not that bad” Michaels tone was obviously condescending

You smacked your lips before lightly chuckling “Whatever”

“So what was so important that couldn’t wait till we got through with that?” He asked

Your stomach dropped and your eyes widened “shit!” You sprung from the bed and covered yourself in one of the white robes hanging in the room “uh—“

“What??” Michael standing from the bed and putting his pants back on

Taking a deep breath you walked over to the closet and opened it, revealing Jackie & Marlon holding your birthday cake waiting on your signal to surprise Michael

Michael looked like he was ready to crawl in a ball and die he was so embarrassed. He covered his face in his hands as his face began to turn red, he couldn’t face seeing his brothers like that. You had gotten so wrapped up in the act with Michael you completely forgot about his brothers hiding in the closet awaiting your signal

“Surprise?” You replied

“No thanks, I’ve been more than surprised by the both of yall” Marlon teased

Jackie was just full of giggles, everytime he looked over at you he’d laugh and point out your sweated out silk press

A/N: This took me so long to get out & I didn’t even attempt to proofread 💔

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who flew you out instantly to London the second you told him you needed a break, you raising his curiosity enough for him to get you on the first flight from Los Angeles to London. Making sure his security accommodated your every need

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who stayed up with you for hours just talking and drinking red wine, making sure he had your favorite brand on hand. More interested in your conversation than anything else going on in the world right now

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who couldn’t help but to stare at your cleavage, at some point losing track of what you were saying and constantly having to ask you to repeat yourself. Staring between your thick thighs and dying to know how wet you’d get for him. Cursing himself that he’s thinking so filthy about his best friend

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who was more than a little shocked when you confessed to him your sexual frustrations because your pathetic boyfriend was incapable of making you orgasm, resulting in you having to use a vibrator more than what you’d like to admit

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who didn’t wasn’t a minute more. Starting with your nipples and sucking on them simultaneously and playing with your pussy until you had your first orgasm. All while sliding his tongue against yours

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael-Who bent you over his knee and fingered you assertively until you were oozing out cream on his fingers and silver chain attached to his pants

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who stood over you with both of his hands tightly holding your face as he fucked the back of your throat. Watching tears welt in your eyes and run down your face, to which he responded with “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, you can take this”. Slightly pulling his dick out as he was cumming, watching his cum spray your tongue just before he dropped his head back

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who forced you to ride him until your legs gave out. Sucking your nipples and chest hard enough to leave behind bruises, unbothered by your boyfriend possibly seeing these. Smacking your ass each time you seemed to be getting tired. Grabbing both cheeks and forcing you to keep going

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Finally lying you in the middle of his bed and fucking you like he depended on it. Sucking on your ear in between his words telling you how long he’s been waiting to get in between your thighs all these years

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who pulled out to cum on your pussy before sticking his dick back in you and continuing to fuck you slow and hard. Annoyed you keep trying to push him away with your hands so he held them above your head while you lost your mind underneath him

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who said some of the filthiest things in your ear in between him running his tongue over your ear. Mocking your boyfriend for being so pathetic he couldn’t make you cum, then made you repeat out loud how much a loser he was

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who held you close to him after the rendezvous. Finally giving you the opportunity to collect yourself after being fucked so many times. Soothing your whimpering and coddling your shakes with his tight embrace until you both fell asleep

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who woke you up at 4am on the dot just to eat your pussy back to back before forcing you face down in the mattress. Thrusting in you and forgetting the importance of him pulling out—cumming in you twice. Especially after you begged for his second nut

🎸⋆⭒˚perv!bsf!michael- Who passed you his credit card just before he left for rehearsal. Planting a soft kiss on your lips, telling you to take care of yourself and buy some lingerie for later on that night, preferably red, black, or pink as they complimented your skin the best