— warnings : SMUT. mirror sex, nicknames (baby, mama..) dominant!michael, unprotected sex, love making, jealous!michael, bestfriends to lovers, this is lowk very detailed lol
— a/n : thank you queen @taaaaurumeshal for this idea. hope u enjoy! ;)
everyone always thought there was something going on between you and michael. honestly, you couldn’t blame them. you two had been inseparable since childhood. wherever one of you was, the other usually wasn’t far behind. when michael wasn’t touring or working, he spent more time at your house than his own. your parents treated him like family, and his family did the same with you, especially his brothers and sisters.
somewhere along the way, people stopped asking whether you were friends and started assuming you were dating. neither of you ever felt the need to correct them.. maybe because it was easier. maybe because hearing it wasn’t nearly as
uncomfortable as it should have been.
there had always been moments. little moments. the kind neither of you talked about afterwards—lingering eye contact, smiles that lasted a little too long, playful teasing that somehow felt different from normal teasing.
the problem was that neither of you ever did anything about it. every time things felt like they might go somewhere, one of you would pull back.
sometimes it was michael.
and so the years passed. the friendship stayed exactly the same. when michael left for his latest tour, he told himself the distance would be good. it would clear his head. give him something else to focus on.
it didn’t. if anything, it made everything worse.
every city reminded him of you somehow. every funny story made him reach for the telephone because he wanted to tell you first. every hotel room felt a little too quiet after the excitement of the concerts disappeared.
one evening after a show, he sat in his hotel room with bill while room service sat untouched on the table nearby. bill had been talking for nearly five minutes before realizing michael wasn’t listening at all.
“you haven’t heard a single thing i’ve said, have you?” bill chuckled.
michael laughed quietly and leaned back in his chair. “sorry.”
bill studied him for a moment, before smirking.
“you’re thinking about her again, joker.”
michael immediately looked away, which was all the confirmation bill needed.
“what?” michael bit the inside of his cheek, absentmindedly playing with his watch, clearly not knowing what to do with his hands.
“just tell her.” bill gave him a reassuring nod.
michael groaned. “it’s not that simple.” he shook his head.
bill laughed. “you’ve been doing this for years.”
michael rubbed a hand over his face. “what if she doesn’t feel the same?”
bill looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing imaginable.
“she definitely likes you.”
michael rolled his eyes. “you don’t know that.” he looked down.
but the truth was, the possibility haunted him. because what if somebody else got there first? what if one day you meet somebody who wasn’t afraid to say the things he had spent years keeping to himself? the thought stayed with him for the rest of the tour. and when he finally came home, it didn’t get any better.
— you were sitting together, watching tv, talking, gossiping when you suddenly mentioned you were going out later that evening.
“going where?” he furrowed his eyebrows.
a small smile appeared on your face.
“somewhere.” you said with a smile plastered on your face.
he narrowed his eyes. “with who?”
you smiled and took another sip of your drink. “i’m meeting an old friend. it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other-“
“do i know them?” michael asked, his voice unusually serious.
“no. you don’t know him.” you shook your head, completely unaware that michael was practically boiling inside.
he nodded slowly, though the answer seemed to bother him more than he wanted to admit.
you narrowed your eyes. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“nothing.” he bit his lower lip slightly.
he looked down at his drink, absentmindedly turning the glass in his hands.
you blinked. “why does that matter?”
a smile slowly spread across your face. “you sound like my dad.”
michael groaned immediately. “that’s not what i meant.”
“stop looking at me like that.”
“like what?” you raised your eyebrows, smirking at him.
“like you’re enjoying this.” he laughed through his nose.
you laughed. “maybe i am.”
the evening seemed to pass surprisingly quickly. while you got ready, michael stayed in your room, keeping you company the entire time. he sat nearby while you did your makeup, occasionally glancing up whenever you moved around the room. every now and then you caught him watching you through the mirror, only for him to immediately look somewhere else the second you noticed.
after finishing your makeup, you moved on to your hair. what should have taken only a few minutes somehow turned into much longer, mostly because you kept changing your mind. meanwhile, michael remained exactly where he was, unusually quiet compared to his usual self.
when it came time to choose what to wear, your bedroom slowly became covered in different options. dresses were draped over chairs, shoes were scattered across the floor, and somehow your bed had completely disappeared beneath piles of clothes. michael watched from a distance, trying his best to look uninterested. the closer it got to the time you were supposed to leave, the quieter he became. every mention of your plans seemed to make him retreat further into his own thoughts. eventually, before you were even completely finished getting ready, he stood up and decided to leave.
he claimed he had somewhere else to be, but there was something off about the way he said it. his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and he seemed eager to get out of there. the room suddenly felt much emptier than before as you turned back toward the mirror, making the final adjustments before heading out yourself.
after leaving your house, michael went home. he told himself he was being ridiculous. it was just a hangout. you were allowed to have plans. you were allowed to spend time with other people.
none of those thoughts helped.
eventually he ended up meeting bill—he took one look at michael and immediately knew something was wrong.
michael looked tense, distracted, and far too irritated for someone who had done absolutely nothing all day. the two of them ended up going out for dinner together. before leaving, michael made sure he wasn’t easily recognizable. a baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, dark sunglasses hid part of his face, and a ridiculous fake mustache sat beneath his nose. he had spent several minutes adjusting it in the mirror, convinced it looked convincing.
bill noticed every time michael checked the time. every time his attention drifted away. every time he suddenly went quiet for no apparent reason. by the time they arrived at the restaurant, bill already knew exactly who michael was thinking about.
the restaurant was busy that night. conversations blended together beneath the soft music playing overhead while waiters moved between crowded tables carrying trays of food. michael barely paid attention.
he was reaching for a menu when his eyes landed on a familiar figure near one of the windows. everything inside him immediately sank.
sitting across from a guy he had never seen before. for a second he thought maybe he was mistaken. then you laughed and there was no doubt anymore.
bill followed his gaze. “…oh.”
michael slowly lowered the menu. he suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore.
throughout the entire dinner, his attention kept drifting back toward your table.
every time he promised himself he wouldn’t look again, he looked again anyway.
bill eventually stopped trying to hold a conversation. there was no point. michael wasn’t listening. he was too busy watching somebody else live the evening he wished he was having. and with every passing minute, the feeling growing inside his chest became harder to ignore.
bill drove while michael sat in the passenger seat, unusually quiet. the restaurant had long disappeared behind them, yet he couldn’t stop replaying the evening in his head. every smile. every laugh. every moment he had spent watching from across the room.
bill glanced at him briefly before returning his attention to the road. “you know, staring at the window isn’t gonna solve anything.”
michael sighed and rested his head against the seat. “i know.”
“and say what?” he looked at bill.
bill let out a short laugh. “i don’t know. maybe the truth for once.”
michael didn’t answer. the truth had been sitting in his chest for years.
— when they finally pulled up outside your house, the porch light was still on. michael stared at it through the windshield, suddenly feeling far less confident than he had ten minutes earlier.
bill turned off the engine.
michael swallowed. “well what?”
“aren’t you getting out?”
for a moment, neither of them moved. then michael finally moved to open the door. before he stepped out, he glanced back at bill before letting out a quiet sigh.
“bill, it’s okay. you can go.”
bill raised an eyebrow. “you sure, joker?”
“yeah.” michael nodded. “i’ll be fine.”
for a moment, bill studied him carefully before finally giving in. with a small nod, he got back into the car and left michael standing there alone.
he knocked once. then waited. and waited.
the sound of footsteps finally came from the other side. a second later, the door opened.
surprise immediately crossed your face.
he had spent the entire drive trying to figure out what he was going to say. now, standing in front of you, he couldn’t remember a single word.
“hello.” he smiled softly, pushing a curl away from his face. “can we talk?”
“sure, come in.” you nodded, opening the door wider for him to step inside. by the time you locked the door and turned around, michael was already sitting on the couch, watching you quietly. you walked over to the couch and sat down beside him.
crossing your legs, you glanced at him for a moment before speaking. “what happened?” you asked softly.
“i saw you at that restaurant. you and your date,” michael slowly said.
you simply stared at him for a moment before finally processing what he had just said.
“that guy. do you love him?”
you blinked, not knowing what to say. looking away from him, you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.
“do you love him?” michael asked again. he gently placed a hand under your chin, making you look at him.
“no.” you shook your head as your gaze briefly dropped to his lips. “i don’t have any feelings for him.”
michael looked into your eyes and placed his hand on your knee. you took a shaky breath as you looked down at his hand and then back at him. you didn’t even realize how close the two of you were until you felt his lips against yours. butterflies filled your stomach, your breath cut off short.
he’s exactly what you wanted the entire time.
michael felt so safe, so comforting, so warm. you kissed him back as his hand slid down your waist, keeping you close. he pressed his body against yours, his lips pulling away from yours and moving down to kiss your neck.
you closed your eyes, moving your head to give him a better access. “michael, i—“
“shhh. let me make you feel good.” he looked down at you desperately, “i want you. i’ve always wanted you, god.” he dipped his head even deeper, now kissing your collarbone. “do you know how much i’ve wanted to do this to you?” he kissed a sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to whimper against him. you gripped onto his arms desperately, your body felt like jelly.
michael’s hand found the tie on your robe, untying it between your bodies. you let him as he continued kissing your neck. he reached down under your robe, his fingers grazing the inside of your thigh. you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second as you brought michael down to kiss you.
you couldn’t get enough of his lips. so soft, so desperate. you kissed him fully, his tongue entering into your mouth. you whimpered, raking your hands through his hair. his hand reached your panties, and his thumb rubbed against your clothed clit, eliciting a moan from you as you shifted slightly. begging to be touched properly. you gasped as you felt his fingers pull your underwear fabric to the side, his thumb brushing against your clit as his middle finger pressed inside. michael leaned against you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he continued pumping a finger into you, his palm pressed against your clit.
“who’s making you feel this good, hm? say it.” he breathed, his eyes scanning your face.
you moaned as he added another finger.
“you. you, michael. only you can make me feel this good.” you threw your head back, gripping his shoulder.
he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “that’s right.” michael pulled his fingers out, casually removing your panties off your hips in the process before standing up.
“come with me, mama.” he reached his hand out to you. you blinked up at him, took his hand, and stood up.
michael swept you off your feet as soon as you stood up. you chuckled softly, kissing his neck as he made his way to your bedroom.
when you got there, he set you down, holding you close to him. “you’re so beautiful, so, so gorgeous.” his forehead touched yours as he took the robe off your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him. yok shivered at the sudden cold air as your hands reached his shirt, unbuttoning it.
“you don’t understand the power you have over me, mama.” he dipped his head toward your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. you took his shirt off as you trailed your hands down his body. he immediately looked up at you and kissed you hard.
“come here.” he grabbed your arm, leading you to your vanity. he stopped behind you as you were positioned in front of the mirror.
“you see this?” he trailed his hands over your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. “all mine,” he whispered into your ear, his voice deep.
“michael—” Your face turned red as you looked at him over your shoulder.
“you’re all mine.” he looked into your eyes as his hands squeeze your hips.
“michael, please.” you turned your head, facing the mirror. you watch his hands squeeze your hips.
“tell me what you need.” he bit your earlobe
teasingly. “tell me everything, beautiful.”
“you. i need you.” you furrowed your eyebrows, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“oh i’m gonna give it to you all, mama.” his hands kept you steady right in front of him, facing the mirror. he reached down, unbuttoning his pants and taking them off along with his boxers. his bare length slaps against your backside. he moved one hand to your back, pressing down softly so that you were bent over the vanity, your hands keeping you up.
“ready, mama?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your slippery folds.
“please, michael.” you whined, closing your eyes as he slowly pushed into you.
he placed his hands on your hips as he closed his eyes, “you’re so warm, mama.”
michael chuckled. he immediately started moving. he watched as his cock moved in and out. his movements steady and deliberate. he looked at you, not taking his eyes off you. he rested a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze that drew a soft moan from you. he kept up a steady rhythm, his focus evident in every movement. he looked striking in that moment, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as his hands remained firmly on your hips. he picked up the pace as he brought his thumbs to play with your nipples. you both were so close.
“i know, mama. almost there.” he moved your hair off your shoulder, placing open-mouthed kisses on it.
you suddenly felt overwhelmed by the pleasure only he could give you. you arched your back, closing your eyes.
“give it to me, baby girl. come on.” he whimpered as he threw his head back.
you cried out, loud and desperately, as you finally broke. your eyes fluttered shut as you came down from your ferocious high. breathing loudly as he came down from filling your cunt up to the brim with his hot seed.
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