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Luv Vivian Leigh, Ava Gardner, The notebook, rainy days / thunder, autumn, Christmas, animals, music, dancing, writing, reading, fashion, modeling, the scent of vanilla & cinnamon ꨄ︎
❀ most attractive men ever - Michael Jackson, Jaafar Jackson, Jermajesty Jackson, Jermaine Jackson, Tito Jackson, Jackie Jackson, Janet Jackson, Rebbie Jackson, Randy Jackson, Marlon Jackson, (practically the whole jackson family lmao ) Larenz Tate, Lamine Yamal, Mbappe, Ryan Gosling,
Ok that’s it yes, looking for mutuals as well.
don’t mind how I constantly change my intros… promise this is the last time I’m changing it
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A chronological timeline filled with oneshots/blurbs/ of Michael and reader going from childhood best friends to something beautiful and intimate as the years pass by.
Tags: fluff, comedy, minimal to heavy angst,best friends to lovers trope, steamy/fluffy smut?? (much much later on), , 'the candle has not been purchased yet' slowburn
Note: This series is UNAPOLOGETICALLY BLACK! black reader, black family, black slang, black culture, black lingo,black love etc. if that makes you ..... uncomfortable then 🤷🏿♀️
Current Wc: 1.3k
1971- 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘋𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘋𝘌
May, 1971. A Boy Named Michael
At the moment I am not accepting any requests for this series since I have majority of them planned. But you are more than welcome to share your thoughts!
Summary: you hear a rumor that the Jackson 5 are moving to California. After an encounter with a random boy at a park you can finally put to bed weather the rumor is true.
Tags: fluff, your mama being a black mom, your 10, he is 12, your kinda mean to Michael at first, awkwardness
A/n: another series? From me? How shocked are we folks? I crave best friend Michael and a beautiful transition from friends to lovers. UGH. So I thought instead of making one big gigantic one shot why not make it into a series of lovely events (hehehehe title card) that led up to your eventually romance.
Again, don't like black shit? Don't read it. I ain't got time for racists in my asks.
Wc:1.3k
You heard from girls at your school that The Jackson 5 were moving to LA. It was spread around your school like wildfire. Girls above and in your grade couldn't stop the giggles that left their mouths during class.
When your mom picked you up from the park after school, you asked her about it yourself.
You walked into the living room, seeing your mother lying back on the couch, watching an episode of Soul Train.
You bounced into the empty spot next to her, waiting for her to automatically turn her attention to you. She doesn’t.
“Mommy.” You poke your mom's shoulder. She gives no reaction, her attention locked on the people dancing on the screen.
“Mommmyyy” You poke her again, and with more insistence.
“Girl, what?” She finally huffed. “Whatchu want? Hollering my name like I ain't right beside you.” She murmured.
You weren't hollering, but you were pestering your mom, so in her books that was the same thing.
“Is it true that the Jackson 5 movies to Encono?” You mispronounced the name.
“Encino.” Your mother corrected. Her eyes never once moved from the TV screen.
“That’s what I said. Can we go see them?”
“Girl, nah, it's probably just some trifling rumour to get everyone riled up.” She looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
“What I tell you about listenin’ and believin’ what folks say?”
“I'm not, that's why I'm askin’ you.” You huffed. “I wanna go see their new place if it's true!” If there was a chance you could get a glimpse of Jackie, you would be the happiest girl on earth. Your mother giggled at your enthusiasm.
“Hate to burst your bubble, baby, but we ain't going nowhere cuz that ain't true.”
“But what if it's true?”
“It ain't.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pleaaasseee?”
“Y/n.”
“Mommy-” You whined. “They're the Jackson 5”
“And I am one second away from poppin' you now, go on somewhere.”
You huffed( being slick enough to roll your eyes when your back is toward her) before you ran up the stairs towards your room.
“Stop running in my house!”
You plop on your bed with a little “oof” turning on your back to face the poster of Jackson 5 on your wall.
“I hope it's true.” You said dreamily.
A few days later, you were at the park, just a few blocks down from your school. Your mom’s afternoon shift always extended a little further after school ended. So you would always go to the park and pass the time there.
The rumours had died down, and since there were no sightings of any of the Jacksons, the girls(including you) went on with their lives.
You were reading your book on a bench table, too engrossed in your book to notice footsteps approaching you.
“I like your shoes.” Someone said quietly- almost shyly. Snatching you out of your fantasy world.
You look up from your book. A boy about your age, maybe a little bit older, stood in front of you. Wearing a funny-looking hat and sunglasses to obscure his face. His hands were crossed behind his back as he rocked on his heels.
Your eyes went to look at your shoes. Micky Mouse themed with bright yellow and pink colouring.
The boy looked as if it took everything in him to compliment your dirty shoes.
Instead of saying thank you(like a regular, sane kid with manners would do), you say the first thing that comes to your mind.
“Why are you wearing sunglasses and it's cloudy outside?” You asked, completely forgetting your manners.
The boy looks taken aback by your question.
“And that hat is ugly.” You admitted.
There was an awkward silence between you two, and regret instantly fills you at the bluntness of your words. You open your mouth to apologise, but the boy finally lets out a sigh. One that sounds something like defeat.
“It's stupid, isn't it? I told Bill that it didn't look right.” He goes up to adjust the hat. He was a gentle speaker. One of the kids you would have to lean in to listen to because their voices could get lost within a loud crowd. Your mom told you about kids like the boy in front of you.
“Whose, Bill?” You asked.
“Uhh…nobody.”
This boy is weird. You thought. More odder than the boys at your school, and that was saying something.
You go back to your book after he doesn’t continue the conversation. You were able to read 4 more paragraphs before you heard more shuffling.
“Can I… Can I sit here?”
“Sure.” You move your bag from the table. He climbs up to sit beside you. He doesn’t make a move to take off his sunglasses or weird hat. Instead, he adjusts them closer to his face. Huh.
You go back to the disregarded book in your lap.
“What are you reading?” He finally says 3 pages after your stopping point.
“The Fellowship Of The Ring.”
“Oh.” He simply says. “What’s it about?”
You keep yourself from sighing. You hate being interrupted when you are reading. It was one of your biggest pet peeve.
“It’s about this group of people that go on a quest to get rid of an evil ring.” You flip the book closed. “See?” You pointed at the cover, leaning it sideways, and he can see it. “It’s a fantasy book.”
“That's cool.”
Silence followed. For a while, neither of you spoke. You could feel the boy beside you taking quick glances at you behind his sunglasses.
“I like Peter Pan.” He blurts out.
“Peter Pan is nice.” You said thoughtfully. “ He’s a little creepy tho.”
“What?! N-No, he’s not!” The boy said defensively.
“I don’t know about you, but I would be scared if a random boy were flying up to my room.”
Your book was long forgotten as you listened to him trying to give you all the reasons why Peter Pan was
He talked your head off for only god knows how long.
“Michael!” A voice yelled in the park.
So that’s his name.
The newly named Michael sighs beside you.
“I guess I gotta go now.” Why did he sound so sad?
“Well, you can always come back tomorrow.” You bluntly said. “This park ain’t going nowhere.”
“Will… will you be here?”
“I’m here every day after school.” Should you be telling a random boy this? No, you probably shouldn't be.
“Okay.”
A light-skinned man jogs up to Michael, stopping just a few feet away from the park bench.
“Michael, what did I say about running off without telling me?”
“M’sorry, Bill. I just wanted to compliment her shoes.”
So this is Bill.
He looks at you like how all adults look at kids talking to their child. With curious, narrowed eyes.
“Well, come on, buddy. Time to head back home.”
Michael gets off the bench, pushing his sunglasses closer to his eyes. Through them, he looks at you with barely contained sadness. His previous happy nature from seconds earlier vanished.
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Bill the Nobody( you deemed him in your head) puts a hand on Michael’s back, guiding him away from you.
“She said the hat looked funny, Bill. I told you-”
Their conversation fades the further they walk. Michael looks back a few more times as Bill, the nobody, directs him to a fancy grey car.
From his spot in the car, he shyly waves goodbye at you. You wave back, watching the car pull out and into the busy street of California.
That was probably the oddest interaction you've ever had with a boy before.
A car horn echoed, and you see your mom leaning on the car. You pack your things up swiftly, running across the park and colliding with your mom’s waist.
“Hey, baby,” she gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Did you have a good day today?” You release your mom's waist and
You buckle yourself in the backseat. “Uh huh.” You affirmed. “ It was good.”
Pulling out of the parking lot, you begin to tell your mom about all of the school drama she listens as if you were telling her the best thing on the planet.
On the ride back home, your mind couldn't help but trace back to the strange boy with the funny-looking hat and sad eyes.
Michael.
Another series! Whoohoo! I'm actually very excited for this series I have conjured up. I love me some best friends to lovers trope and what's nothing better than best friend! Michael falling in love with you as the years progress? Kehehehehe. Also as much as I love them I want to see some friends to lovers without smut immediately after confessing feelings. Love them to death but I need more wholesome stuff!
who loves when you ask to go shopping together . You get to pick out different outfits and try them on and showcase them for him. It’s like his own little fashion show and you’re his model. He loves suggesting the tiniest piece of clothing for you to try on like crop tops, shirts w/ a lowww vneck, or the shortest skirts
“I think these would suit you” he says holding up a pink mini skirt “you’d look nice with pink”
When you try it on and show him he’s unconsciously slouching in his seat. He slowly nods in approval
“Don’t you think it’s a little short Michael?” You ask him whilst looking at yourself in the mirror
“No no, not at all” Michael says in a softer tone. When you walk back towards the dressing room he secretly gets a peak at your cute panties !!
pervy!bsfMichael
Who bickers with you saying you don’t need to get a professional massage when you have him for free. After going back and forth with him you finally gave in and let him give you a full body massage. His mind went crazy after knowing he’d get to touch all over you. It’s like his fantasies came true.
So when that day came he had you laying on the middle of his king sized bed, and he made sure to tell you to wear shorts & a tank top because it’s a better experience when you have more exposed skin (winkwink). Rubbing his moist hands all over you from bottom to top obviously made his trousers feel tight. As he worked your back he straddled your lower legs to massage you
“Trust me.. this is what they do anyway at the spa, so you oughta be thanking me” Michael says in a lower octave
His hands massaging your lower back being awfully close to your ass
“If you say so” you reply with your eyes closed, enjoying it
pervy!bsfMichael
Who secretly got a taste of your pink lip gloss by licking your stained coffee mug. Imagining himself kissing you and tasting that sweet flavor on your soft lips. or even how you’d have his dick covered in your sticky gloss
pervy!bsfMichael
Who eats popsicles with you outside and suddenly your popsicles just happen to melt past your hand onto your chest
“Shit..” you mutter to yourself
Michael glimpses at you behind his dark sunglasses and notices you grabbing a napkin
“Here, I got it” Michael reaches over and rubs his thumb over the sticky liquid then licked his thumb nonchalantly
You roll your eyes at him “I could’ve gotten it Mikey”
“Don’t want you wastin’ a good treat” he replies
But in his mind the good treat was how plump & warm your breasts were as they basked in the sun.
pervy!bsfMichael
Who plays twister with you and somehow rigged the game, with you hovering his lap and him underneath
Your next move was to move your right hand on red which was meant you had to reach wayyy over & above Michael’s body. He giggles at your silly movements then suddenly he ‘accidentally’ makes you trip causing you to fall in his lap.
“Michael! You cheater” you laugh out loud
He grips onto your waist steadying you “That was all you” he laughs back at you
Little did you know his dick slowly ached beneath you
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Y’all already know what this is about to be😼 but yeah quick summary. It’s Christmas weekend and there is a gathering at the Jackson families house and Michael and reader so happen to be in that mood but can’t really go at it like they usually do so the have to be very sneaky and try and quiet do things while no one I watching
WORD CONT : 2,892 bc I worked hard on this😿
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The Jackson house glowed with Christmas lights strung across every doorway, the scent of pine, baked beans, ribs and sweet potato pie drifting through the crowded rooms. Music from the record player mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses as relatives and friends filled the downstairs. Michael, fresh off the tour with his hair still slightly fluffed and messy from the stage, kept stealing glances at you across the living room. You were the only one who caught the heat behind his soft brown eyes.
Michael moved through it all with that easy, gentle smile he always wore in public, but every so often his eyes found yours across the room.
You were the only one who saw the quiet spark behind them. He kept his distance at first, chatting with cousins and greeting guests, but the glances grew longer. Each time he looked your way, the warmth in his gaze lingered a little more. You stayed near the tree, sipping a drink, feeling the pull between you even with so many people around.
After a while Michael drifted closer. He stopped beside you like it was nothing, reaching for a cookie from the tray on the table. His shoulder brushed yours for just a second. "You look beautiful tonight," he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. "That dress... it’s doing something to me."
You smiled into your glass, heart already picking up speed. "Michael, there are people everywhere." "I know," he said, still smiling at the room like nothing was happening. "That’s why it’s hard to stop looking at you." He took a small bite of the cookie, then leaned in again. "Meet me upstairs in a few minutes. My room. Don’t rush take your time so nobody notices." “Michael..” you sighed.
He moved away before anyone could wonder why he’d lingered. You waited, chatting with Latoya about the decorations, letting five slow minutes pass. The house felt warmer now, the party louder. When you finally slipped away, you climbed the stairs quietly, heart thudding with every step. Michael’s bedroom door was already open a crack. He pulled you inside the moment you reached it, closing it softly behind you. The lock clicked. Up close he looked flushed, his body hot from the heat downstairs.
"We have to be careful," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "They’ll notice if we’re gone too long." His hands rested on your waist, thumbs stroking the sides of your waist through the fabric of your dress. He didn’t rush to undress you. Instead he just held you there, breathing you in, letting the tension build between you just admiring you and you’re body.
You reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. "I’ve been thinking about this all night."
"Me too," he admitted, voice soft. His fingers slid up your back, finding the zipper of your dress but stopping short of pulling it down. "I want to take my time with you... but we can’t. Not really." He kissed you then slow, deep, tasting faintly of the sweet drinks from downstairs. His tongue moved against yours in unhurried strokes, like he was memorizing the moment.
The bed waited behind you. Michael guided you toward it without breaking the kiss, easing you down onto the mattress. The springs gave a quiet creak that made both of you freeze and listen. When no footsteps came, he climbed over you, settling between your thighs. His body was warm and solid above yours, still fully clothed. He kissed along your neck, careful not to leave marks. "Tell me if you hear anything," he breathed against your skin. His hand slid under your dress, palm gliding up your thigh in a slow caress. He didn’t push your panties aside yet. Instead he just rested his fingers there, feeling the heat of you through the thin fabric, letting the anticipation stretch.
"We gotta be fast," he whispered, now tugging at your dress. "They’ll notice if we’re gone too long." He said. You helped him with his shirt, fingers brushing the smooth skin of his chest. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your panties aside. Two fingers found your pussy and rubbed slow circles until you were wet enough for him. Michael kept his eye contact making sure to see every reaction, every expression and sound, Mike was breathing in the same careful rhythm you were trying to hold. The house below still hummed with voices and music, but up here the only sound was the soft drag of fabric as he shifted his weight. His hand stayed between your thighs, warm and steady. He didn’t rush. Instead he traced slow circles over the thin cotton of your panties, feeling how the material clung to you now.
"You’re already soaked through," he whispered,he leaned into your face almost smiling against your mouth. His fingers pressed a little firmer, rubbing the damp spot in lazy strokes that made your hips twitch. He watched your face the whole time you were a sopping mess whimpering and moving, Michael’s eyes half-lidded, body falling forward enjoying the sight. Every few seconds he paused to listen, head tilting toward the door, but his fingers never left you.
When the coast stayed clear he finally slid his hand inside your panties. His fingertips found your clit first, circling it with the same unhurried patience. The touch was light at first, barely there, just enough to make your breath catch. He kept doing it, drawing small, steady patterns that made your thighs tense around his wrist. You could feel how careful he was being, how he wanted to stretch every second.
Footsteps passed in the hallway again. Michael froze, two fingers resting right over your entrance but not pushing in yet. “Yo Mike you in here Marlon and the rest of us wanna know if you feel like hooping later.” It was Jermaine “Yeah just give me a moment I’m handling something I’ll be there in a little bit” Micheal said. “ alright don’t be too long.”
You both held still until the he walked away and his footsteps faded. Only then did Michael ease one finger inside you, slow and deliberate, sinking in knuckle by knuckle. The stretch was gentle, his finger curling just enough to press against that sensitive spot inside. He added a second finger after a moment, working them in and out with the same measured pace, thumb still brushing your clit on every stroke. “Damn..this-mhhh”
"Quiet," he breathed against your ear, even though you hadn’t too loud. His free hand stayed laced with yours above your head, grounding both of you. He kept listening, kept checking the door with quick glances, but his fingers never stopped moving. They slid deeper, scissored gently, then pulled back to rub over your clit again in wet, slick circles. The bed stayed silent. The party downstairs stayed loud. And Michael stayed right there, taking his time, drawing it out, making sure every touch lasted as long as he could risk.
"You’re already so soaked," he whispered, footsteps passed in the hallway again. Michael froze, two fingers resting deep in your entrance. You both held still until the sound faded. Only then he started to go faster with his fingers setting a good pace his fingers deeper than before and super wet his knuckles a covered in your cun and wetness The stretch was wonderful , his finger curling just enough to pound against that sensitive spot inside. His thumb still brushing your clit on every stroke.
"Shhh," he warned when you moaned. Downstairs someone laughed loudly, footsteps moving near the stairs. “ just suck me off now.” He whispered out.
Michael’s breathing had become ragged, the rhythm of his fingers inside you pushing him toward a breaking point. He felt the tremors racking your body, the way you clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay silent. With a low, shaky exhale, he slowly slipped his fingers out, the wet sound of them leaving you loud in the sudden quiet of the room. He didn't pull away completely; instead, he shifted, sliding down the bed until he was positioned between your legs, his eyes dark and heavy with need.
He reached for the button of his pants, his movements quick but still cautious. As he freed his dick, it sprang forward, thick and pulsing it was beautiful shaved just grown out a bit his dick was also already glistening at the tip. He looked up at you, his skin damp and sweaty, a look of raw hunger crossing his face that contrasted sharply with his usual gentle demeanor.
"Please," he whispered, the word barely a breath. "I need you to..."
He didn't have to finish the sentence. You slid down the mattress, your knees framing his hips. The scent of him a mix of his cologne and the musk of arousal filled your senses. You leaned in, your lips brushing against the head of his divk first, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. Michael let out a sharp, stifled gasp, his hips jerking upward instinctively. He quickly clamped a hand over his own mouth, his eyes widening as he remembered where they were.
You smiled against his skin, knowing exactly how much power you had in this moment. You wrapped your lips around him, sliding your mouth over the head and taking him in slowly. He was hot and hard, filling your mouth completely. You swirled your tongue around the ridge, sucking firmly, creating a vacuum that made his entire body tense.
Michael’s hand moved from his mouth to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He wasn't pushing you, but he was guiding you, his grip tightening every time you sucked deeper. He let out a muffled groan into the pillow, his chest heaving. Every time a burst of laughter echoed from the hallway or a loud song changed downstairs, he would freeze, his muscles locking up, his heart hammering against his ribs.
You didn't stop. You used your hand to stroke the base of his shaft while your mouth worked the top, sliding up and down in a rhythmic, wet motion. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching the way his head tossed back, his eyes closed tight in ecstasy. He was trembling now, the risk of being caught only adding to the intensity of the pleasure.
"Jesus, y/n," he whimpered, his voice strained and thin. He began to thrust his hips upward, meeting your mouth with more urgency, his breaths coming in short, jagged hitches. He was chasing the edge, his fingers clutching your hair as he drove himself deeper into your throat, the wet, slapping and quiet gagging sounds of your mouth on his cock filling the small space between you. He soon got up and positioned himself in between yourlegs in missionary dragging his tip up and down your slit flicking your clit each time
"You’re so wet," he whispered, almost in awe. "Even with everyone downstairs." He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time, while his dick continued to slide along your folds without entering. The bed stayed still. The house stayed loud with tension, both of you breathing harder but refusing to rush.
Michael pushed in inch by inch slowly. "Shhh," he warned when you moaned. Downstairs someone laughed loudly, footsteps moving near the stairs.
When you adjusted Michael Han pushed in with one steady thrust, burying himself deep. You bit your lip hard to stay quiet while he started fucking you in short, careful strokes. The bed creaked once, he froze, listening, then kept going, hips rolling against yours. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He kissed you to muffle the sounds, tongue sliding against yours while his cock kept pumping.
Every time voices grew louder outside the door he slowed down, sometimes stopping completely with his dick still inside you, both of you holding your breath. Then the footsteps passed and he started again, faster, chasing the risk. His hand slipped between you to rub your clit, pushing you closer.
"Gonna cum," you breathed against his neck. He nodded, thrusting harder, the headboard tapping the wall three times before he caught it with his free hand.
Your pussy clenched around him as you came, body shaking under his. Michael followed seconds later, burying his face in your shoulder to stay silent while he filled you with hot cum. He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you breathing hard, listening to the party continue below.
He pulled out carefully, grabbed tissues from the nightstand, and cleaned you up. You fixed your dress and hair while he tucked himself away and smoothed his shirt. Before you opened the door he kissed you once more, quick and secret.
"Go down first," he whispered. "I’ll come in a minute."
You slipped back into the hallway, heart still pounding, the taste of him still on your lips as you rejoined the Christmas gathering like nothing had happened.
The air downstairs felt different now it felt…heavier, charged with a secret that made your skin tingle. You blended back into the crowd, the smell of sweet potato pie and pine now mixing with the phantom scent of Michael’s musk that still clung to your skin. Every time a relative spoke to you or a cousin laughed, you felt a jolt of electricity, knowing that just a few rooms away, Michael was composing himself, his cock likely still tingling from the way you'd squeezed him.
When Michael finally descended the stairs, he looked perfectly poised. His clothes were smoothed, his shirt tucked in, and that shy, gentle smile was firmly in place. But as he navigated the living room, his eyes locked onto yours. There was a predatory glint there, a hunger that hadn't been fully sated by that one frantic session.
He didn't come straight to you. Instead, he played the part of the dutiful son and brother, chatting with Tito and laughing with his mother. But every few minutes, he’d find a way to drift past you. As he walked by, his hand "accidentally" brushed against your hip, his fingers digging in just slightly, a silent reminder of how he’d held you pinned to the mattress.
As the evening progressed, the party shifted toward the dining room for dinner. In the chaos of everyone pulling out chairs and passing heavy platters of ham and collard greens, Michael managed to slide into the seat directly beside you. Under the table, hidden by the long white tablecloth, his foot found yours. He didn't just touch you he slid his foot up your calf, his toes grazing the hem of your dress.
You nearly gasped, your fork pausing halfway to your mouth. You looked at him, and he was calmly sipping a glass of water, talking to Janet about a new song idea, his expression completely innocent. But beneath the table, his foot was venturing higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up until his toes pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
The risk was intoxicating. You were surrounded by his entire family, the very people who would be horrified if they knew what had just happened upstairs. You shifted your legs, trying to create more space, but that only encouraged him. He pressed harder, his foot sliding further up until he found the damp heat between your legs. He began to rub his toes against your clit through your panties, a slow, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch.
"You okay, y/n?" Ms Katharine asked from across the table, noticing your sudden stillness.
Michael didn't miss a beat. He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and supportive. "She's just tired, Mama. It's been a long day," he said, his voice smooth as silk. While his voice was soothing, his foot gave a sharp, deliberate press against your nub, making your toes curl inside your shoes.
You let out a small, shaky exhale, your face flushing. You leaned into him, whispering under the cover of the loud conversation, "Michael, stop... we're at dinner."
He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching your ear, his breath hot. "I can't stop thinking about how you felt," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that raw, hungry tone from the bedroom. "I want you again. And this time, I don't want to be so careful."
He withdrew his foot slowly, leaving you aching and desperate. For the rest of the meal, the tension between you was a living thing, stretching tight like a wire. Every glance, every accidental touch, every shared smile was a promise. As the party began to wind down and guests started drifting toward the living room for coffee and dessert, Michael caught your eye and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod toward the hallway.
You waited a few minutes, then slipped away, pretending to head toward the restroom. You didn't stop there. You hurried back up the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs. The moment you stepped into his room and closed the door, you didn't even have time to lock it before Michael was there, slamming you against the wood of the door.
He didn't waste time with whispers this time. He groaned into your neck, his hands gripping your waist and hoisting your legs up around his hips.
“This time I don’t care if they hear us” he whispered in your ear
This is going to be a long night
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It’s literally no where near Christmas but feel th spirit ig🔥
pairing : 70s—OTW! Michael x black!childhoodbsf!pop/childstar!reader
A/n : yall I can’t stop writing abt the Jackson’s/ otw mike era HELP… js a lil special sum for a celebration of me being single again 🥳 #fnf . I had fun writing this.#notproofread
synopsis : ever since Michael laid his eyes on you, he’s couldn’t help but to reserve his mind only on you, and lord how he can’t wait to have you.
contains : fluff, reader kinda has a hard shell, curse words, mention of n-word, friends to lovers trope, mentions of aiblings on both parts, mostly 70’s era and a tad of otw sorryyy.. song lyrics throughout the fic, timeskip at end. Michael performs “I can’t help it” and thinks of you 👀👀 lil spoiler but hey. First kiss, readers in a group.
For Michael, the studio was kind of like a school. He was there almost everyday for 8 (or more) hours for a time, he was always learning new stuff, thanks to Quincy, and his interest in the soundboard. And he even got graded on what he did, considering the critiques and advices he’d get from producers and directors whenever he needed to add a special adlib in, or when he had to lower or higher his pitch, he considered this place a one of educational purposes, like the ones children usually go to from 8-3, except his time consisted of standing behind a microphone in a booth with his brothers, practicing over and over and over until they finally got it right.
But, the best part about this lil’ “school” fantasy he had goin’ on though? He even found him a lil’ “school girl” he could be crushing on too. You, [name].
It all started when he first got signed to Motown, coming down to California, all the way from Gary, it was a big change, when he first saw the big ole lights, and street signs and skyscrapers, it all took him by surprise, and the best of all? How huge the recording studio was from the other ones he’d been in, in the past. So big in fact, he quite literally got lost on his third visit there, and being to hard-headed to ask an employee, or to simply just ask an adult that would’ve been more than happy to help, he decided the best idea was too go on his own journey and find the room all by himself.
That’s how he met you, 20 minutes , three circles around the facility, and about 7 side eyes from you later, you thought it’d be best to ask the poor boy if he needed some help.
“…are you intentionally doing laps around the building?” You snickered a little behind him, as he looked at a map on the wall, trying desperately to navigate where he was, and how he could get to where he needed to be. “…or are you… I dunno.. lost?” You kept laughing, more to yourself then at him. You had such a smart mouth, for what? He didn’t know.. he kinda liked it though, he thought you were funny.
“No.. this is.. this is all intentional.” The lie fell squeamishly off his lips, too the point he couldn’t even believe it, no matter how hard he tried.
….
“…You’re looking for B102… I know because I’ve seen you in there before-…” You started, breaking off the news to him, with a fingernail pressing against the cold, hard material of the map, dragging your finger down to the room where Michael needed to go. “-and…. I just seen like three of your brothers walk in there like 30 minutes ago.” You knowingly smiled, clapping your hands together. “You’re lucky I know where to go, or you would’ve been stuck in here like a maze.”
You, eventually got him to the room where he needed to be, which he thanked you multiple times for your help, to which you just shrugged, not thinking much but of helping a fellow “co-worker”, or he would call “classmate.”
After that day you ran into Michael a couple more times after that, each encounter growing a closer bond between the two of you, which is how a couple of years later, you two now consider eachother best friends. And, everytime Michael saw you, he swore his heart was sure to pump out his chest from how excited he was, a crush?? No… it can’t be, can it?
“Well, this has been fun, Mikey, but I’m sure my sisters are probably looking around this whole building wondering I am.” You giggled, pushing yourself up out of your seat,which was the rooftop edge of where you and Michael have been sitting for the past hour, you’ve two been catching up since you haven’t had a real, actual talk in a minute, just brief “hi Mikey”s, and short hugs in the hallways. You hated how the only time you two hung out was at the studio, and sometimes you maybe thought you guys could have a sleepover or something one day, but as snarky and snappy you were, you were nervous to ask Michael if he ever wanted to hang out outside of all the music producing, beat making, and busy nights where your voices were hoarse from all the singing.
But, until then? You were stuck taking “water breaks” in order to just say a quick and brief hi from him, not to mention how strict Joseph is, he’s lucky he came a few hours earlier so he could spend some time with you today.
“…mhm, you need me to walk you to your studio?” He grunted a little while getting up, brushing off small specks of dirt from his pants. In reality? He just wanted to stay with you a little more longer (and for your sisters to see him, and wonder who’s the boy who’s being so nice to my little sister?) . You two walked over to the door of the rooftop, as he reminded himself to make sure to open the door for you, you two slid down the stairs quietly, careful on not getting caught.
“…If you want too, I mean— I wouldn’t mind of whatever.. but I wouldn’t hateeeee it.. if you did.” You quietly answered him. who were you trying to convince, him or yourself? Okay.. to be completely honest with yourself, you have developed a (not so) small crush on Michael over these years, though you’ve been pushing it down and prayin’ it goes away, it’s like everytime you get around him, or when he just acts how he acts.. so nice and sweet, or how he speaks to you, all calm and gentle, not like most boys you’ve heard who are loud and rough and irritating , you couldn’t help but fall deeper and deeper, it was like he was the full package.
You soon-ly realized how stupid you sounded just a second ago, and you quickly wish the earth would swallow you fully and just demolish you, lucky for you, he doesn’t think your a total doof, and he actually found it attractive.
He saw the hard shell you made for yourself, he didn’t know how it got built up, or when you decided you were just gonna be a big ball of sassiness until a person got to know you, but he did know that he finally broke those walls, being able to see a side of you that most people wouldn’t be able to, a softer, sweeter, more caring, passionate, funnier side of [name]. And to be honest, it made him happy, like some kind of reward or accomplishment, he liked that you had a soft side for him that no one else would ever see, because if anyone else were to ask [name] that name exact question, it would’ve been a harsh “no.”, instead he had you stuttering like a nervous kid in a candy store, of course he wasn’t really proud of the stuttering part (well yes he was), but more proud of the fact of…. You felt like you could show your real self to him.
“… ‘m just gonna walk you.. it’s not like a gentle-men to leave you to walk all by yourself.”
“Yk wha?… you’re completely right.. you’re gonna walk me.. “
He playfully scoffed at your demand, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, your recording studio in plain sight now, and your two other sisters recording the background vocals for the song the three of you were producing. You just prayed you can sneak back in there without the oldest one potentially cussing yo’ ass out infront of Michael, you wouldn’t even know how to go on about life after that.
As soon as your sisters saw the sight of you and Michael walking together, you could hear their loud chuckles from the inside of the recording, rushing and pushing open the door to the hallway, where you two stood.
“So this the little nigga who’s been taking up all my little sister time??” The eldest one let out a dry chuckle, crossing her arms together. You flinched at the ‘nickname’ they gave him, and you wish you could cover his ears, or even better.. if he just left. This really wasn’t the best time to meet Michael.
“…don’t call him that.”
“what? A nigga? That boy is a nigga, he ain’t white?” Your other sister chuckled, poking at your arm a little. “Why you acting all soft, [name], what he don’ did to you?”
You sighed at their banter, they were so unprofessional when it was time, which is why you never brought boys over (not because you weren’t interested and only focused on Michael..), and if Michael thought you were snappy, he was in for a rude awakening meeting your sisters.
Michael stood their shyly, knowing how older siblings were he wasn’t really uncomfortable with the whole situation, but he knew he had to put on his best impression to try and win them over, so he quickly laughed off the name, holding a long, skinny hand out.
“I’m Michael.” He smiled, your eldest sister took his hand, shaking it a bit as the name rung in her brain.
“…you’re that singer in the Jackson 5? Is that why I’ve been seeing you around here?” She smiled more friendly now, she wasn’t mean of course, but she still had to make sure he was worthy of her little sister, even if they were just “friends”. “…Ohh, it’s all making sense now! That’s why [name] is always having to go to the bathroom! And the water breaksss.. and wanting to be here all early and shi-“
“Okay, mike.. you should go start recording with Jackie and Marlon and stuff.” You mumbled out now, tugging Michael by his forearm farther from the door of your studio, as he turned to face you (having to look down a little to actually meet your eyes.)
“[name], I was… I was actually thinking ‘bout sum..” Michael started with a slight gitter in his voice.
(All the while your siblings were watching the two of you. )
“I uhm.. we’re always hanging out in the studio.. and I feel like.. I wanna hang out like— more.. out of all the music and stuff.. and uhm, I was wondering do you maybe wanna come to my house? If your parents let you.. we can make like hot chocolate maybe.. and I really like Christmas movies so we can watch some even though Christmas is in a month.. but my brothers will be away so they won’t annoy us at all I prom-“
Your siblings snickered behind the door at his attempt to ask you to hang out, seeing how nervous he was they both made a mental note to go easier on him next time he’s around.
“…I would— I would love too, I don’t think my parents would care anyways and we can hang out practically whenever.. we can leave from the studio together and just go straight—… yeah, I would like to hang out.”
“Okay, cool… I’ll see you soon, [name].”
“Okay… bye Mikey.”
You smiled a bit, before making the impulsive decision to pull him into a hug, to which he reciprocated, pulling you a smidge tighter closer to him then you did, after the hug concluded, he walked away giddy, going too his room.
You stood there for a second a tad starstruck on what had occurred just a second ago, until your quickly pulled you at that trance with their nagging.
“Ooooo, Mikeyyyyyy!” The middle one started, pressing her lips together in a kissy motion. “Mmh! Mmh! Mmh! Mikeyyyy, oooo Mikey I would love to hang outtt, we can have a sleepover and go under the coversssss..”
Your eldest sister had a fit of laughter, slapping her hands against her knees as you quickly turned around, gasping at the comment.
“Ew?! Have you lost your fucking mind or something? Let’s just record this song so we can bounce outta here..” you groaned, walking inside the recording booth and slamming the door.
“There goes the [name] I know.”
…
Michael walked into the recording booth like he won 100,000 dollars, a wide smile on his lips, he was 5 minutes early so it wasn’t no nagging from his producers or anyone higher up, but it was definitely some nagging from his brothers. “…You were with that girl?” Jackie smacked on his sandwich, wiping away any crumbs that surfaced on the corner of his mouth. Michael nodded a bit as he sat in the rolling chair next to Jackie. His relationship with his dad was a little rocky, he couldn’t really talk to him about any problems, Joe only caring about music and money, he decided the best option to get advice and too vent too was his eldest brother, so he knew all good and well about Michael’s little crush on you, and has been trying to give Michael advice.
“….I met her sisters, kinda.. they referred to me as little.. ‘n-word’, but I think they like me..” Michael started, leaning more into the chair, playing with the small lint balls on his jeans. “…Then uhm, I invited her over to the house, because I’m sick of js’ hanging out in here, you know? I wanna actually hang out with her… I wanted to watch a movie but I know that can get boring so if she has any other recommendations I’ll be up for it.. I just wanna see her out this building, man..” His palm went to his forehead, rubbing small circles on his forehead. Jackie took in all this information, thinking on what to say to his best admission.
“…Then we hugged for a little.”
Oh that caught Jackie’s attention all right, and the attention of all his brothers because more and more, they started flooding in.
“..But like.. what kind of hug? Like was it a side hug.. or like a full on bear hug?” Marlon poked his head in, walking in from his previous spot at the snack area.
“No, it was like a full on hug, she kinda had her arms like…at my shoulders, and I had them around her waist a bit.” Michael cringed at the way he said it.
“Who pulled away first?” Jermaine chuckled, his fingers tapping at his chin a bit.
“…It was kind of a mutual agreement thingy… I dunno it was at the same time.
“Did she smell good?”
“Like vanilla.”
“Was this you twos first actual hug?”
“The first long one, it lasted like 10 seconds or so! Man… and her sisters were right there..”
He sighed now, now thinking about how your sisters could’ve took the hug.
“…Mike, ima say this one good finale time… that girl right there, she’s the one for you… when we talk to her she’s all snappy and dismissive, but when she speaks to you she get all quiet and understanding and puppy dog eyes, plus she calls you “Mikey”, ain’t no friend gon call you dat, man…” Jackie placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder, rubbing the spot a little.
“…Them ain’t no regular friend actions.. she’s feeling you big dawg.”
“𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎?” (𝐎𝐎𝐇, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘.)
“…It’s so cold, man… I swear I could freeze.” Michael shivered a bit as you two walked around his backyard, of course it was huge, so it wasn’t no regular back yard walking session, yall were 20 minutes in, and you hadn’t even reached the “destination” that Michael wouldn’t tell you about yet. It’s been about a month since the talk you and Michael had about hanging out, and you two finally made some free time in your schedules, so here he was, on Christmas Eve (and even though Michael didn’t celebrate, he knew how much it meant to you), guiding you to the secret picnic, lunch dinner surprise he made for the two of you.
This was all part of his plan to ask you out to be his girlfriend, he’d finally grown some balls to finally do it, and if he was gonna get rejected, he was probably gonna vanish off the face of the world, but it was still worth the shot.
“… The place I’m taking you has a heater, don’t worry.” Michael reassured, his arm “friendly” wrapped around your shoulder, to keep you warm, of course! You let out a heavy breath, the cold breeze blowing against your nose, you swore your boogers were freezing like little Isicles in your nose. Of course, it wasn’t that cold.. but when you live in California, the warmth is all you know, so it being below 40 degrees practically means you’re freezing.
“Mikey.. are we almost there..? I swore we’ve been walking for a hour-“
“20 minutes.”
“Same shit, Michael.”
You breathed out, a cloud leaving your mouth like you were a dragon, as you finally saw where Michael was taking you, a small hut in the middle of his backyard, with food placed on a small blanket big enough for the two of you, and the two of you only. You giggled a little seeing the sighting,
“Is this all for us?” You smiled a bit, it was random, sweet, yes.. but awefully random. “Yeah.. i did it the night before? Do you like it? ‘m sorry.. i didn’t know it was gonna be this cold, i would’ve did it inside or sum.” he sighed, finally making his way to the hut, holding his hand out, so you can take your place safely on the floor.
“it’s real cute… i love it..” you smiled, you really wanted to ask “why?”, but didn’t want to come off as too harsh. You sat down in the hut, shoo’ing off any lint pieces off your pants, as Michael sat right infront of you, a large smile on his face. “…brought the projector out and everything out, huh?” You smiled again, turning your face to face the white wall that had a movie playing on it.
…
20 minutes have passed since the movie started playing, and snacks have started being discarded. You swore you weren’t crazy, but you definitely felt michael’s hand scooting closer and closer to yours, aswell as his whole body, actually. So, you did the only reasonable thing a person who has a big fat crush on a person, who didn’t really have a nervous bone (an obvious lie) did.
You yawned fakily, tilting your head to the side so it rested on his shoulder.
How could it fireworks in the middle of December? Michael didn’t know, nor care because he swore he felt them exploding all in his stomach. He nervously lifted hand up, rubbing small circles on your shoulder.
…
“…Is this something?” You quietly whispered, scared to ruin what could potentially be going on here, you didn’t know if he was enjoying this? what if he just rubbed your arm because he was only trying to comfort you?
“Do you.. do you like it— this?” His voice so thin that if the wind gusted too loud you wouldn’t have heard it. “…I like it.” you quickly chirped back, but remembering to keep your eyes on what’s infront of you, and that was the movie that suddenly wasn’t as interesting anymore.
Another wave of silence hit the two of you, as yall “focused” on the movie; until Jermaine’s voice rung in Michael’s brain.
𝟐 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎.
“So.. are we talking about like French kissing here or—“
“Ew! No! We aren’t that far, yet!”
“Yall aren’t far at all.” Jermaine chuckled, chucking the small tennis ball in the air, and catching it as quick as the threw it.
It would be quite embarrassing to talk to Jackie about how to make his first move on you, so he went to the 2nd best option, Jermaine. And God was he giving him a run for his money with how much teasing he was doing. “Jermaine, man! Can you help me or what?” Michael groaned, throwing himself back on the bed, covering his face.
“…grab that plushie off the floor.”
“…You kinda wanna lean— like not so close to the point where yall noses are touching, but.. to the point where it obvious that she knows your leaning— you know?” Jermaine held the Mickey Mouse plushie around his arm like a prop, slowly leaning into it closer, Michael sitting close by with his legs crossed. “…Look at the lips, then the eyes to see if she’s feeling it, then if back at the lips.” He mumbled, demonstrating on poor Mickey.
Michael nodded, he kinda wished he brought a note pad so he could study after this, but a visual of his brother kissing Mickey Mouse would be better anyways.
Then… just press the lips… after a few seconds just like.. pucker and unpucker.” He pulled away from the Mickey Mouse, of course not getting into detail with kissing Mickey, and instead chucking the plushie across the room. Jermaine pushed out of his seat on the bed, grunting a bit as he sat up to look at Michael, who had a mostly understanding look on his face. “…And I’m not teaching tongue yet, because that leads to baby makin’ and we don’t want that.” Jermaine chuckled, slapping Michael’s shoulder before walking out the room.
That wasn’t enough, so that night Michael searched every magazine and book for all the help he could find.
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘.
Out of pure curiosity, you decided to glance up at Michael. Luckily for him, that was his cue.
Your eyes caught the way that he’d been looking down at you for the past minute now, they also caught the way he’d been mumbling “pucker, unpucker, pucker, unpucker,” but of course you weren’t going to mention that. When you two first made eye contact, Michael quickly locked your head in softly with a subtle (and nervous) hand on your jaw, making sure you made sure to not turn any time soon.
Soon enough, his lips pressed against your forehead, down your nose, to the corner of your mouth, and then finally.. the sacred place. Your lips pressed together for a few seconds, before he started initiating the actual kiss, thankfully, you didn’t know what you were doing, as well as he didn’t, so the two of you fought it out together. After a few seconds of what you could call.. “making out”, the two of you finally pulled away from eachother, but not before pressing a few small pecks to eachothers lip, a small saying from the two of you that yall really didn’t wanna pull away.
“… I’m not— Its not weird, right?” He whispered out, his fingers shaking a tad bit, as they fell down from your face too your lap. “…Why would you be weird? I liked it— I really really.. liked it..” you smiled towards him a bit, before leaning up again to press another kiss to his lips.
He flinched a little, jerking back from your touch, and swore you thought you completely fucked up. “..I can’t kiss you again without knowing that you want to be my girlfriend..” he started scooting a little forward so you guys could be fully face to face. “[name], please.. pretty-please.. make me the happiest boy in the world, and be my girlfriend.” His breath shaky, and his lanky fingers scrambling to find yours.
You sighed a little as his nervousness, before leaning on your knees, and having your hand press to his cheek, before forcing out a measly nod. “.. Michael I’ve been waiting for you to ask that question for about.. 2 years now.” You chuckled out, leaning a little closer now. “So, yes.. I’ll proudly, and loudly.. be your girlfriend.”
And with that, you pressed the both of your lips together again, and started your really really unprofessional makeout session again.
“𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 (𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎)
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖.
“Mhm… wait— did you copy me in that little adlib you did?” You gasped, as you replayed one of the demos for his new album “Off the Wall.” Michael have been wanting to go solo for the longest time, so when he finally got the okay to go for it, he was more than excited to finally have his own creativity, what you didn’t know was he would be taking inspo from YOUR new debut single album as well, as you and your sisters finally separated with no hard feelings a couple of months ago.
“I didn’t— I didn’t copyy…” he giggled, spinning in the rolling chair a tad bit, with you sitting on his left thigh. “I took inspiration from my girl.. you did such an amazing job I just— I couldn’t help it..” he sighed, pushing up a little, so he can pause the slow beat playing in the background. “…speaking of this song.. this beat is definitely a keeper for the album, I already got the small little ‘doo doo doo doo doo dooo’s~’ for the beat, I just.. I’m so stuck on lyrics.” The pen that was in between his fingers tapped sharply on the piece of paper he was supposed to be writing on.
A wave of silence fell in between the two of you, you grunted a little, leaning forward to grab his notebook, and staring at the blank page.
“…You couldn’t help it, baby.” You stated, before jotting something down in the notebook, keeping it out of his vision. “…Mhm, basically.” He tiredly smiled, running a few fingers down your hair, and you let out a soft sigh as you concluded your thought on your notebook.
“Wait— wait..” your fingers started a new thought on the same page, a few seconds passed by, before you flashed the lyrics to Michael, a proud smile on your face.
“…How about you try… these?”
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏.
Michaels face dripped down with sweat as he kept a grip on his microphone. It was one of the nights where you desperately found a free day to go to your boyfriends concert, you had your own private section to the side so you wouldn’t get recognized and potentially take the spotlight off him, or just mot to be squished by fans. You got a good glance at his sparkly outfit, and his damp curly hair, and lord did he look so good, you were gonna have to pull him to the side later on the tour bus.
Anyways, that was completely unrelated to the whole situation you were in right now, right now you had to focus on Michael and his performance, because you had to fulfill your awesome,e girlfriend duties and jot down every little thing he did that you liked after the performance.
The crowd quieted down a bit, as Michael glanced up at the lights of the stadium, then back at the crowd.
“…I never really perform this song, but.., there’s someone really special here tonight, and.. and they are usually really really busy.. and she made time out of her pretty schedule to come here.” He smiled, as he looked at you from your section. Once the crowd realized that he was indeed talking about you, they fell into cheers and yells and claps, you shook your hand in a shy wave, Michael looking back at you with a shy giggle of himself.
“…Hi baby.” He giggled to you, you blew him a kiss, before the instrumental of “I can’t help it.” Started playing.
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it was almost crazy how quickly things between you and michael had changed.
it had only been a couple of weeks since 'the twister incident'.
since then, your friendship dynamic you'd spent your whole lives building, had taken a whole new meaning. you went from just two best friends... to two best friends who couldn't keep their hands off each other.
yet, even with this shift in your relationship, you didn't lose the easy friendship you'd always shared. you still hung out just like you used to, but now there was a sweet buzz humming underneath everything. michael was always flirting with you, finding ways to make your face burn, and though you'd never admit it to him, you absolutely loved it.
in turn, you never passed up an opportunity to tease him back, watching with satisfaction as he blushed and shied away from your touch. those playful days turned into quiet nights, with michael dragging you out on late-night walks around the neighbourhood. you'd walk hand-in-hand, your shoulders brushing, talking about everything and nothing until your eyes grew heavy.
it made you feel closer to him than you'd ever been before.
the change happened so easily it almost surprised you, but if you were being honest, neither of you wanted to slow it down.
and it wasn't that you guys wanted to keep secrets or didn't want anyone to find out about you two. you just really wanted to keep this to yourselves for a while. you wanted the space to figure things out and enjoy the bubble of being together without any outside noise.
these days, the two of you had gotten pretty good at sneaking around. hayvenhurst was always buzzing with his family, which only made it more exciting.
michael would catch your eye from across the room, giving you a knowing look before slipping away. a few minutes later, you’d follow, only to be gently yanked into a dark linen closet or the narrow space beneath the back stairs.
his hands would immediately find your waist, dragging you flush against him before his mouth hungrily found yours. he’d hold you there, smiling against your lips as someone's footsteps passed just outside the door.
but it wasn't just the stolen kisses.
the two of you had recently started exploring whatever this was becoming. you still hadn't gone all the way yet — there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you wanted to rush it — but michael was eager, and somewhere along the way, he’d discovered just how much he loved making you feel good.
turns out, michael was a giver.
more than that, he was devoted to figuring out every single inch of you. he loved to kiss you — it was his favourite thing in the world, the way he'd lose himself in your mouth for hours — but he was just as obsessed with taking his time between your legs.
you couldn't even count how many times he’d ended up on his knees at the edge of his bed, his large hands pinning your thighs wide open while he buried his face in you.
he was an eater, plain and simple.
he’d spend hours down there, his tongue tracing your folds and sucking on your clit until your hips were bucking against the mattress and your throat was raw from trying to muffle your screams. he loved the taste of you, loved the drag of his tongue over your pussy. he’d stay down there until you were nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.
it had changed the way you looked at him. whenever you saw him working, all you could think about was the way he looked with his chin wet and his hair messy, looking up at you from between your thighs with those wide doe eyes, asking if he could do it again.
today was a day like no other. the heat at the hayvenhurst pool was buzzing with noise, music drifted across the patio, while his siblings were splashing and shouting over a game of... you actually weren't even sure what they were playing because your focus was on michael, and his was on you.
you’d been sitting on the edge, kicking your legs in the water. every time you looked up, you caught him watching you from his chair. he wasn't even trying to hide it.
his eyes would trail down the line of your swimsuit. whenever your eyes locked, he'd offer you a sly smile that made your stomach flip.
when you finally stood up and complained about the sun getting too hot, wanting to go inside to cool down. michael immediately stood up, saying he’ll accompany you.
you walked back toward the house together, your feet padding on the warm concrete patio before stepping onto the cool tile at the back entrance. the sudden blast of the air conditioning hit your damp skin, making you goosebump instantly. michael guided you up the stairs, the muffled shouts of his brothers fading more and more with every step you took toward his bedroom.
once you reached his door, he pushed it open and let you slip inside first, letting it click shut behind him.
you tossed your damp towel onto the chair by his desk, looking around with a grin. "thought you said you cleaned in here, mike. what's this?" you pointed to a messy pile of vinyl records and a couple of stray button-down shirts draped over his dresser.
michael scoffed, walking over with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "i did clean. that's... an organized system. i know exactly where everything is."
"sure you do," you teased, picking up a stray pillow from his armchair and tossing it lightly at his chest. "your socks are trying to escape from that bottom drawer, by the way."
he caught the pillow easily, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "hey, don't start. you're a guest in my room, you’re supposed t'be on your best behaviour."
"and if i'm not?" you challenged, crossing your arms.
michael tossed the pillow onto the bed and took a slow step toward you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "then i might have t’kick you out. send y'right back outside. throw y'in the pool, maybe?"
"you wouldn't," you laughed, keeping your eyes on his as you made a move to dodge around him toward the door.
but michael was too quick. with a quiet laugh, he stepped right into your path, his large hands catching your waist and steering you backward until your spine met the solid wood of his bedroom door.
he caged you in, his palms flat against the door on either side of your head. for a moment, you just stared at each other, both of you smiling, your breaths mingling in the quiet space. his eyes were bright and crinkling at the corners, before his gaze drifted down to your mouth.
the smile faded from his lips as he leaned in, pressing his mouth to yours. it was slow and sensual, his lips soft. it made your knees go weak. he tasted faintly of the soda he’d been drinking by the pool.
when he broke the kiss, he didn't pull back far. his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your cheek.
"that swimsuit you're wearin'... 's unfair," he murmured, his voice low and raspy.
you bit your cheek with a tilt to your head, your hands finding his chest. "you don't like it?"
he shook his head.
"the opposite," he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips before his eyes trailed down your body. "you... y'look so beautiful. the colour looks so good against your skin, an' the way it fits you..."
“yeah?” you said so softly, with such a need in your voice that it almost came off as a moan to the boy in front of you. his cock throbbed — hard already, leaking and needy.
the slightest traces of a moan in your throat is what told him that this teasing was no longer innocent.
he nodded. his fingers gently hooked into the side strap at your hip, tracing the soft curve. his skin was still warm from the sun, making you shiver against the cool air of the bedroom.
his fingers tugged the elastic of your suit just a little bit, exposing a paler line of skin that hadn't been touched by the sun. he stared down at it, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth.
you swallowed, your fingers tightening in the skin of his bare shoulders to keep your balance. "michael..."
"mhm?" he murmured, his gaze slowly climbing back up your body, lingering on your chest before finally meeting your eyes. his other hand reached up, his thumb slowly tracing your lower lip, parting it just enough to feel the warmth of your breath. "what is it, baby?"
god. you could never get used to him calling you that.
"should we head back?" you whispered, mentally kicking yourself the second the words left your mouth.
michael let out a quiet chuckle, his thigh parting your legs and resting between them. "what are we in a rush for? we got time."
he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his lips were soft against your skin, pressing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. you let your head fall back against the door, a soft sigh escaping your lips. your hands slid down his smooth back, feeling the muscles of his shoulders tense under your touch as he let out a low groan against your neck.
"y’taste like the sun," he mumbled, his teeth gently grazing the soft skin right where your neck met your shoulder, making a shiver run down your spine. "so sweet.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you again, his eyes heavy as his hand slid up from your hip, his palm flat against your ribs, feeling the quick beating of your heart.
“so pretty," he whispered, his voice raspy with that tone you'd grown so addicted to over the last few weeks.
he closed the tiny distance between you.
the kiss was so soft and so tender. his lips pressed against yours with a sweetness that felt like a confession, filled with all the heavy words he hadn't actually said out loud yet. there was no rush, no urgency — just the gentle drag of his mouth on yours, tasting you so slowly it made your chest ache. it was the kind of kiss that made you feel cherished, like you were the only thing in his entire world.
your heart swelled, a soft sigh slipping into his mouth as your fingers curled into his shoulders, completely melting into him.
his gaze flickered downward again, and you felt the burning heat of his stare focus on your chest. with the cool air conditioning blowing directly on you, your nipples were hard, poking visibly through the fabric.
michael swallowed, his breathing going shallow. you could see the desire in his eyes — he looked spellbound, like he was looking at something precious.
you felt a rush of confidence, a quiet thrill at seeing him so affected. you looked down at your chest, then back up to meet his gaze.
"you wanna see them?" you whispered.
the question seemed to catch in his throat. michael's breath hitched before a low sound escaped him. he nodded, his hand on your waist tightening.
"please," he breathed. "yes, please."
your hands left his shoulders, reaching behind your neck to undo the thin strings of your top. with a slow tug, the knot slipped free, and you let the fabric fall away to the floor, baring your breasts to him for the very first time.
michael bit his lip, his head tilting back slightly as if he couldn't even believe what he was looking at.
he didn't immediately touch you. he just stared, his eyes dark and blown out. the adoration on his face made your heart do backflips.
"gosh," he whispered, his voice trembling. "you're... you're a dream."
his hand, still wrapped around your waist, slid higher. his touch was tentative as his thumb lightly grazed the very bottom curve of your breast.
you reached down to cover his hand with your own. you guided his palm higher, lifting it until his hand was fully cupping your breast.
michael let out a shaky breath, his fingers curling to map the shape of you. his thumb brushed over your nipple, and a gasp left your lips at the direct contact. the heat of his skin against yours was electric.
your hands gripped his shoulders as his thumbs gently rolled and pinched your nipples, sending sharp jolts straight down to your core. you arched your back, pressing yourself deeper into his hands, unable to hold back the soft whimpers slipping past your lips.
michael groaned at the sound.
"can i...?" he whispered, and you nodded immediately, not even letting him finish his sentence.
his head dipped down, pressing kisses along your collarbone before his mouth finally found one of your aching breasts. he swiped his wet tongue over the nipple first, making you shiver, before he fully took you into his mouth.
he dragged his tongue over the peak, swirling it lazily before pulling your nipple between his teeth, grazing it just enough to make your hips twitch against his thigh. his hand stayed busy on your other breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple between his fingers in sync with his mouth.
your hands push his damp hair out of his face, looking at where your flesh was sucked into his mouth. your jaw slacked.
his pretty face was flushed, and his eyes had fluttered closed as he got lost in the feeling of your tits in his face and in his hands. his tongue worked eagerly, flicking over your nipple while his free hand tweaked at the other.
your skin was slicked and wet with saliva, raised into goosebumps from the cold air he would blow onto it after a lick. it was an intoxicating sight, one that you would keep in your conscious forever to use whenever you needed him most.
your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer as your head rested back against the door. "michael... oh fuck, michael... please"
he pulled his mouth away, the suction releasing from your wet nipple with a soft pop. "what do y'need?"
you choked on your words, having to swallow as you tried to find what to say, “just… more.”
his lips tilted into a smile as he stood back up, looming over you. he looked down at you with his eyes full of desire, lips glossed with saliva, and his hair messed from your hands.
it was bound to drag a reaction out of you.
and a reaction it did.
your hips were now in line with his and you were met with the hard of his cock pressing right into where you need it the most.
through his swim trunks, and your bikini bottoms, you felt the twitch of him against your cunt. you gasped in response.
“tell me,” he said, looking into your eyes.
but he seemed to already know what you want. he ground himself into the soft of your cunt, pressing the length of his cock right against your clit.
“oh shit, michael,” your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself melt against the door, hips coming back down shakily as the pleasure overwhelmed your body, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
he was so hard. he was so fucking hard that you could feel every throb of him against you.
you tried to tell him, tried to make yourself clear, but it came out sounding pathetic; broken apart with gasps and moans, “‘want— oh fuck— i want you… want you inside me.”
michael brought his head low, leaning down until his lips were teasing yours, "that what you want?"
truthfully, michael didn't even know where this confidence of his was coming from. his chest was tight and his heart was hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it.
you whined, your hips twitching underneath him. "god, yeah— yes, please," you squirmed, your hands grabbing aimlessly at his back.
your body was tingling, wired from his touch. michael’s hands slid down to grab the undersides of your thighs, lifting you up against the door.
you didn't even have to think; you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. his swim trunks were rough against your bare thighs. michael held you tight, his fingers gripping your ass to support your weight as he carried you a few paces over to his bed.
he let you down onto the mattress, his touch gentle as your back met the cool sheets. he was already crawling over you as soon as he placed you down, his bare chest hovering inches from yours as he settled himself between your thighs.
his chest hovered inches over yours, and as he looked down at you, the intensity in his eyes softened.
michael bit his lower lip nervously, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. his hand was slightly trembling against your skin.
"are you sure?" he whispered, his voice soft. "i want this to be perfect f'you."
"yeah," you breathed, your voice steady despite the frantic pounding of your heart. you reached up, placing your hand over his cheek. "never been more sure. do... do you want to?"
michael let out a shaky breath, a small smile breaking through his anxious expression. he nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "more than anything. 'm just… a little nervous 'm gonna do somethin' wrong."
his tone made your chest ache with affection. you tried to bite back your smile, a bubbly laugh building up in your chest.
"'s okay," you teased, your voice shaking a little as you tried to hold in your giggle. "we're just practicing."
it really was just a lame joke, a reference to your stupid excuse, but michael laughed anyway, rolling his eyes. "oh, shush," he murmured, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.
he stayed there for a beat, staring into your eyes, both of you biting back giddy smiles as the weight of the nerves started to melt into something comfortable.
"one second," he murmured suddenly.
before you could even ask, he scrambled off the bed, his feet padding quickly across the floor as he slipped out the bedroom door, leaving it open just a crack.
the sudden absence of his heat left you feeling incredibly exposed. you sat up slightly, looking down at your bare breasts and your bikini bottoms, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the anticipation made your stomach do nervous flips until you finally heard the frantic thud of his feet running back across the floor, getting louder as he got closer.
michael burst back into the room, slightly out of breath, a small square foil packet clutched in his palm.
a hot flush instantly crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the sight. "where'd you get that?" you laughed.
michael climbed back onto the mattress, a sheepish, boyish grin spreading across his face as he ducked his head. "jackie's room," he confessed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "i knew he kept a stash in there somewhere."
"ew, michael!" you let out a groan, hiding your face in your hands.
he laughed at your reaction as he crawled right back over you. your hands came down from your face as you lay back against the pillows, matching his smile.
he gave you another small peck to the lips before kissing down your neck, nipping occasionally to feel your body twitch against his, licking through the valley of your breasts, biting at the soft skin of your stomach, teasing the line of your bikini bottoms with his tongue, and eventually pulling the waistband down your thighs and sliding them off your legs.
his hand wrapped around your ankles and dragged you slightly along the soft sheets until your legs dangled off the side. you gasped softly when you felt his breath wisp along the inside of it, watching him carefully as he brought his lips to the flat bone of the interior and kissed the skin softly.
your stomach turned.
the sensation felt foreign but kinda good. each press of his lips and bite of his teeth as he made his way up to your leg had your heart racing.
"you're so pretty," he said quietly, his eyes still locked on the pretty mound between your legs.
"keep your legs spread f'me, okay?"
and despite your embarrassment, you nodded.
with his hand resting against the back of your thigh, pushing your legs up, his thumb found its way to your clit and pressed softly. your body twitched, jerking against his hand while your legs trembled.
your hand clasped over your mouth. he teased softly, rubbing gentle circles against you, watching the way your pussy gave under the pressure of his thumb.
your hand was still over your mouth as you looked down to look at him. and fuck. he knelt before you so prettily, with his hair framing his face as his arms toyed with your body, and his hips slightly grinding against the side of the bed.
his other hand released your leg, and you obediently kept yourself open for him.
he adjusted his hand, his palm splaying over your navel to give his fingers room to drag across your slit.
and then he brought his face down and dragged his tongue through you.
you inhaled sharply at the sensation. his tongue was so hot and so wet as it dragged over your body and dipped inside you and licked over your cunt.
you let out the shakiest and most pathetic moan you believe has ever come out of your mouth as you felt him fuck his tongue inside you, and he groaned against your body as he felt your pussy squeeze around his tongue and leak onto his taste buds.
he’ll never get over the taste of you.
his hair tickled at your skin as he drank you down. his hand gripped your thigh with such frenzy that it gave under the pressure of his fingers.
his mouth closed over you and worked to devour you, sucking and licking at the fat of your pussy and the nub of your clit.
it was all tongue and lips, all sloppy and wet as he enthusiastically made out with the most intimate parts of you.
he had you crying out his name, choking out choppy moans, gripping the sheets until your knuckles ached. your hips fucked upwards, trying to take his tongue deeper. your thighs pushed down into the muscle of his shoulders as your legs twitched with every lick.
"so wet" he murmured against your skin before taking another taste of you.
he pushed against the back of your knees, lifting your backside off the mattress and folding you under yourself to give him room to shove his tongue inside you as deep as he could.
"o-oh, god, michael—fuck—how are you so good at that?" you whined shakily.
you felt him groan, rather than hearing him, the vibrations humming through to your clit, tearing another moan from your throat.
michael almost came at the sound of your voice cutting off as you felt one of his long, nimble fingers sliding inside you.
he clenched his jaw to stifle a groan for every time your tight little cunt squeezed around the length of his finger. every ridge and divot inside you had his head swimming with the fantasy of how they’ll feel around the thick of his dick, and he almost blacked out when he realized that he was no longer fingering you solely for your pleasure, but also doing so to stretch you out and make room for him as well.
you sat back on your elbows, and a whimper slipped out of you when you were met with the sight of him between your legs, hypnotized by the sight of of your pussy being stretched open by his fingers, his fingers covered in a sheen of your arousal every time he pulled them out and shoved them back in.
the desperate whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips slowly turned into sobs that were broken off with gasps.
"fuck, michael— i-'m gonna— oh fuck." your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into the sheets while the other flew to his hair. your body tensed, the coil in your stomach growing tighter, begging to be released.
"c'mon, sweet girl. lemme feel it," he begged, lifting his head from your pussy to watch your face twist as you fell apart inside out.
your fingers pushed against his head, pushing his head back down to your cunt. and michael took it, letting out a deep groan.
"o-oh, god, don't stop, please don't stop," you pleaded.
micheal felt your pussy flutter around his fingers "are you cummi— oh god, you're cumming," and then he brought his mouth back down, drinking in what you were giving him.
sobs were forced out of your throat as your fingers curled back into the sheets, sending powerful waves of pleasure up through your veins until it exploded in your head and fireworks burst behind your squeezed eyes.
michael watched you carefully, tongue still tasting you, admiring your face as you broke for him. your beautiful face, contorted with the pleasure that he gave you, and your beautiful body, visible proof of just how ruined you are.
you sat up weakly as you came down from your orgasm. he had a sheepish smile on his face as he looked at you, his mouth and chin glossed with your arousal.
you reached for his swim trunks, fingers hooking onto the waistband as you pulled him closer to you. you slid back on his bed to his pillows as he hovered back over you.
"this okay?" you asked softly.
"y-yeah," he whispered. your hands tugged at the drawstring of his trunks, loosening them.
his thick cock sprang free, throbbing and fully upright, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. you swallowed hard at the sight of him, your stomach doing a nervous little flip.
he reached over to the nightstand, his trembling fingers tearing open the foil packet he’d snatched from jackie’s room. he struggled with it for a second, his nerves making him clumsy, which made you let out a soft giggle.
"don't laugh," he mumbled, "'m already nervous enough." he finally rolled it over his length. but he was smiling too, his eyes soft as he looked back down at you.
with slightly shaky hands, he wrapped his fingers around his length, sighing as he pumped his dick a few times, getting used to the snug fit of the rubber.
he settled his weight between your legs, his knees forcing your thighs wide as he leaned down. "tell me to stop if it hurts, okay? please," he whispered, his eyes so serious as he waited, refusing to make another move until you gave him a small, reassuring nod.
"okay," you breathed.
he let out a shaky exhale.
slowly, he nudged his tip against your wetness, slowly gliding his dick up and down your slit. he stroked his length against your opening, coating the condom in your slick over and over until you were gasping from the stimulation of it.
he bit his lip in concentration as he lined the head of his cock directly up with your entrance and finally gave a push.
the moment he began to enter, your eyes squeezed shut and a sharp gasp caught in your throat. a deep, burning ache bloomed inside you from the intense stretch.
"you okay?" he murmured, his voice strained as he watched your expression closely, searching every twitch of your face.
you opened your eyes to look at him as you nodded, your chest heaving. he had his jaw clenched tight. your pussy was hugging him so tight that he had to concentrate literally anywhere else, trying desperately not to cum right then and there.
"you're... you're so tight," he choked out, his voice cracking as he felt your cunt clench around him at his words.
even though it was only the head of his dick pushing past your opening, it felt like you were being split in half.
trying to ease the ache for you, his thumb reached down to find your swollen clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive nub to distract you from the fullness. you let out a broken whine, your hips twitching under his hand as the pressure started to melt the sharp burn into pleasure.
sensing your body yield, he slid another inch deeper. your walls stretched to accommodate him, squeezing him so tightly it made him let out a low groan. he pulled back just a fraction, drawing out before pushing in another inch, slowly paving his way inside you and fuck, it felt so good.
you only come to realize that his hips were flush with yours when you were pulled out of your haze by a whimper that reached your ears as michael's head dropped into the crook of your neck.
"“you’re… you’re inside me…” you breathe, your voice saturated with awe.
"y-yeah— i am— oh god. i'm inside you." he sat back on his calves just enough to see where you two connected.
he acted involuntarily, slowly tilting his hips back and forth, watching his cock slip in and out of you.
"michael," you whined, face burning from him staring so shamelessly. "it feels... feel so full. oh—" you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as your hand reached shakily to feel where his dick split you open.
"s-shit, feel like you're in my lungs," you said, and he let out a huff of a laugh.
"does it still feel okay?" he asked gently.
"yeah, feels different... but feels good." you ground your hips against him, trying to get used to the feeling.
"s-should i move?" he tried so hard to come off casual, like he wasn't dying to just fuck up into you, but he wanted you to be comfortable.
michael let out a shaky breath when you nodded, and slowly, he began to move.
he started with shallow, tentative thrusts, his hips rolling as he worked himself against your gummy walls.
it felt incredibly sweet, almost like he was trying to memorize the feel of you as he took his time, sinking all the way in before slowly drawing back out to the very tip. he leaned down to press soft, lingering kisses to your jaw and the corner of your mouth, his hands tangling in yours on the mattress.
"wanna kiss you," you spoke quietly, reaching up to take hold of his face.
michael’s chest swelled as he gave in easily, leaning over your body, dropping to his forearms to softly take your lips in his in a tender kiss.
with every slow slide out and push back in, a messy, squelching sound echoed between your thighs. you let out a broken whimper, your hands clutching at his damp shoulders as your hips rose to meet him.
"m-michael," you gasped, your head rolling back against the pillows.
he really did try to go slow, but his breath went ragged at your voice, jerking once into you, his pace quickening. he began to push deeper, and with one particularly deep drive, his cock slammed right against that sensitive spongy spot inside of you.
your entire body stiffened. a sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, and a loud cry was ripped from your throat. you arched off the mattress, your thighs clamping tight around his hips.
"oh god—right there—michael, please," you sobbed, your fingers digging bruisingly into his back.
michael let out a pathetic whimper at the sound of your voice. he didn't try to hold back anymore. he began to slam into you with a frantic rhythm, his hips grinding against yours messily.
he felt everything as the walls of your cunt throbbed around him, sucking him in and squeezing him base to tip like you were trying to milk him.
"god, you're— you're squeezin’ me so hard," he choked out, his voice cracking. his face was flushed a deep red, his hair sticking to his face where it framed it. "'m gonna— oh— 'm gonna cum, baby, i can't—"
"cum for me, please, baby," you breathed, your own climax coil tightening so fast you could barely breathe.
he hit that spongy spot again and again, his deep thrusts sending you over the edge. your walls clamped down on him in squeezing ripples.
"i-i love you," he gasped out, voice broken. "god, i love y'so much. 'm gonna marry you."
you fell apart at the desperate promise of his words, sobbing his name into the quiet room as the white-hot waves of your orgasm washed over you.
the crushing grip of your climax was the final straw for michael. he let out a loud, shattered groan, his eyes rolling back as his hips locked hard against yours. he buried his head in your neck, his body shaking as he spent himself inside the condom, his cock twitching and throbbing deeply inside you as he poured everything into you.
he remained buried deep inside you, his chest rising and falling against your breasts as his breathing slowly began to level out. the quiet of the bedroom returned, save for the hum of the air conditioner.
suddenly, the weight of what he'd said in the heat of the moment seemed to crash down on him.
michael buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, his shoulders tensing up.
he hid his face from you, hiding his flushed cheeks and panicked eyes against your skin. he was quiet, so quiet that you could feel the anxious, rapid thudding of his heart right against your ribs. he was terrified that he'd said too much, too fast, and desperately hoping that the loud haze of your orgasm had somehow drowned out him pouring his soul to you.
"michael?" you whispered, your voice still incredibly soft and raspy as you came down from the high.
he didn't look up, just let out a small, muffled sound against your shoulder.
you reached up, your hands gentle as your fingers slid into his damp curls, cradling his head. you slowly guided his face up, forcing him to look at you. when his eyes finally met yours, his pretty face was burning a deep red, and his lower lip was tucked between his teeth.
"'m... god, 'm so sorry," he stammered. "i shouldn't have... i didn't mean to just blurt out things like that, i know 's fast, i just—"
"michael," you interrupted softly, a tender smile pulling at your lips. you stroked your thumbs over his high cheekbones. "i love you too."
his entire body went slack, the panic in his shoulders melting away in an instant. he stared down at you, his eyes wide and shiny, searchingly looking over every inch of your face to see if you really meant it.
"you do?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe the words had actually come out of your mouth.
you nodded, your smile widening as you watched the relief wash over his face. a massive, giddy smile broke across his lips — one he tried so hard to bite back but failed miserably, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.
he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like pure happiness. when he pulled back just an inch, his eyes were beaming.
"i know we basically did this all backwards," he murmured, his thumb gently tracing your jaw, his voice incredibly tender. "but... will y'let me be your boyfriend? please?"
you couldn't help but laugh softly at how sweet he was, your heart melting. "of course, michael. you can be my boyfriend."
"so we're boyfriend an' girlfriend now?" he asked, his voice full of wonder, like he'd just won the lottery.
you nodded enthusiastically, making him let out another of those beautiful, breathless giggles. he buried his face in your shoulder for a second, just shaking with pure joy, completely on cloud nine as he held you tight against him.
he let out a long, contented sigh. he carefully rolled off you, tying up and discarding the condom, then immediately coming back and pulling you right against his side so your head rested on his chest.
his fingers began to mindlessly stroke up and down your bare arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he'd occasionally lean down to press soft pecks to the top of your head, your forehead, and your nose, completely doting on you like he couldn't get enough of you.
after a few minutes of just holding each other, the quiet hum of the bedroom was suddenly broken by a repeating clacking sound.
michael blinked, looking toward the window. it sounded like something was hitting the side of the house. he frowned, carefully rolling off the mattress and walking toward the glass to see what it was.
the bedroom window was slightly open, just enough to let the summer air drift inside.
michael pushed the window open a bit more, leaning out slightly as he looked down. standing right by the edge of the grass was jermaine, holding a handful of tiny rocks. he leaned back, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smirk the second he saw michael's head pop out.
"you two lovebirds done?" jermaine called up, his voice loud and clear.
michael froze, the color instantly draining from his face. "w-what?" he stammered.
marlon walked into view next to jermaine, snickering loudly as he pointed a thumb right up at the window. "mike, next time, maybe close your window."
a deep flush instantly painted itself across your and michael's face, his eyes going wide as saucers as he turned to you, exchanging a panicked look.
you two had some explaining to do.
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ngl any time i type bikini bottoms im just thinking of spongebob
anyways i think im wrapping the series here, however, im kinda (heavy on kinda) open to having lil drabbles in the future abt these two bc i have attachment issues and prob will not be able to let them go</3
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