summary: you accidentally walk in on what seems to be your boyfriend calling you “clingy”, leading to you avoiding him for a week. michael basically falls apart
content: miscommunication/misunderstanding, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end guys!! i cant deal with sad michael :((
word count: around 2.5k
a/n: YES i got inspiration to make this from after all by jimmy osmond! i love that song lol ok anyways enjoy the fic bye
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon.
The kind where everything moves slower and no ones in a rush to be anywhere.
You knew that michael had rehearsal earlier in the day and was probably eating lunch with his family given that you had spoken on the phone with him the night before.
Oh how you were so in love with him.
Even with Michael's busy schedule, he always found some way to make time for you. Whether it was hours spent on the phone after a long day or quiet afternoons together at home, you had become his comfort just as much as he had become yours.
The two of you were constantly on the phone which is why you knew he was finishing up some of his work right around this time.
Because of this, you decided to head down to Hayvenhurst. Maybe you could have lunch with him, steal a few hours of his afternoon, and have some much needed time with your oh so loving boyfriend.
When you finally reached his house, you let yourself in with the key Michael insisted you have.
“I want you to know you’re welcome here anytime, baby” “Come over whenever you want. Don’t even worry about knocking.”
“Are you sure, Michael? I wouldn't want to intrude-”
“Of course I’m sure,” “You could never intrude.”
A small smile had tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand.
“I’m always gonna want you here with me.”
And he meant it.
Atleast you thought he did.
That was why you never hesitated now when you walked through those doors.
You could hear the laughs of some of the brothers in the kitchen so you made your way there assuming thats where you would find your boyfriend.
And as you were about to step into the kitchen you heard your name.
You stopped.
Not because you were trying to listen.
But Michael’s voice caught your attention before you even had the chance to announce yourself.
“She’s just…. really clingy sometimes.”
Your smile slowly faded.
Clingy.
The word sat heavy in your chest in a way you didn’t expect. You weren’t clingy, were you? I mean sure you did love spending all your free time with Michael and sure, you checked in on him throughout the day but you assumed he liked it too, right?
Apparently not.
So you quietly turned around and drove home before you could even hear what he had to say next.
Normally, you would have called Michael as soon as you got home.
But your phone stayed untouched on your nightstand by your bed.
You set your things down, changed into something more comfortable, and sat on the edge of your bed for longer than you meant to.
It was silly.
You knew that.
But the word kept replaying in your mind.
Clingy.
A small tear slipped down your cheek before you even realized you were crying and you stayed like that for awhile.
It wasn’t until the next day that michael finally decided to call you.
You still answered, but you weren’t as eager to fill the silence afterward.
“Hello?”
“Baby!” He sounded so excited, why was he so excited?
His voice immediately softened something in you.
“Hi, Michael.” There was a small pause on the other end of the line, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could already imagine the way his brows furrow slightly when something was bothering him.
“You okay?” The question made your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
It came out too quickly.
“I’m just tired,” you added, trying to make it sound more believable. Another quiet moment passed. Normally, neither of you ever struggled to find something to say. There was always another reason to keep the conversation going.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said.
“I’m just tired.” you reemphasized.
Michael hummed, clearly not completely convinced, but he didn’t push.“You’re not coming over today?”
You looked down at your hands. “I don’t know. I figured you were probably tired.”
“I am tired,” Michael admitted, a small laugh slipping into his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”
“..”
“Baby…”
You could hear the concern in his voice, and that almost made it harder.
“I’m okay, Michael,” you said quickly. “Really. I think I’m just gonna rest today.”
Normally, Michael would have asked what was wrong and kept asking until you finally opened up. But something about the way you said it made him hesitate, leaving him unsure whether he should push or give you the space you seemed to be asking for.
“You sure you don’t want me to come by?” “I’m sure.”
A pause.
“Okay.” The disappointment in his voice was small, but you still noticed it.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said. “Okay.”
Another silence followed, one that felt too long for two people who were usually so comfortable with each other.
“Alright, baby. Get some rest.”
“Bye, Michael.” You hung up before he could say anything else and for a moment, you just stared at the phone in your hand.
The rest of your days during the week consisted of you and Michael basically playing cat and mouse.
He would call, like he always did, but you would let the phone ring a few extra times before finally answering. The conversations were never long anymore, your replies careful and excuses ready whenever there was a chance he might ask what had changed.
Michael noticed.
Eventually, he started coming by your house, sometimes with flowers or something small he thought you would like, hoping you would open the door and tell him what was wrong. But every time, you found yourself staying quiet, pretending you weren’t home until he finally left.
You knew you were avoiding him.
You also knew you didn’t really know how else to handle the hurt you were carrying.
Mike on the other hand, had spent the entire week trying to convince himself that he was overthinking it.
That maybe you really were just tired. Maybe you were busy. Maybe there was some simple explanation for why your voice sounded different every time he called and why you suddenly seemed like you were always finding a reason not to see him.
But the more days that passed, the harder it became to believe that.
By the end of the week, it had become impossible for Michael to convince himself that everything was fine.
He tried throwing himself into work the way he always did. Dance rehearsals, recording sessions, meetings. Normally, they were enough to keep his mind occupied.
This time, they weren't.
His thoughts always seemed to find their way back to you.
He replayed your conversations over and over, searching for something he might have missed. Had he forgotten something important? Had he said something carelessly? Was he working too much? He couldn't think of a single reason why the person who he revolved his days to be around suddenly couldn't bear to look at him.
His brothers noticed too.
"You alright?" Marlon asked one afternoon as the two of them sat around the kitchen island.
Michael looked up from the plate he had barely touched.
"Yeah."
Marlon raised an eyebrow.
"You don't sound too sure."
Michael sighed quietly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "I think... I think something's wrong."
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
That was the part that bothered him most.
"I keep asking her if she's okay, and she says she is, but she barely answers my calls anymore. When she does, she's off the phone in five minutes." He looked down at the table, "I went by her apartment twice this week."
"And?"
"She didn't answer."
A silence filled the room.
"I don't think she's mad at me," Michael admitted after a moment. "If she was mad, she'd tell me. She always tells me… she’s just, distant."
Marlon frowned.
"So what are you gonna do?"
Michael didn't answer right away.
After a long moment, he looked up.
"I'm going back."
"And if she still doesn't answer?"
He stood from the table, ready to ask Bill to take him to what was naturally his second home.
"Then I'll keep trying til’ she does."
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The knock came just after lunch.
You didn't have to look through the window to know who it was. For a long moment you stared at the front door while the house remained completely silent around you.
Another knock.
Gentler this time.
You closed your eyes for a second before letting out a quiet breath and reaching for the doorknob. When the door opened, Michael was standing exactly where you expected him to be.
He looked tired.
Not the kind of tired that came from rehearsals or long nights in the studio, but the kind that settled behind someone's eyes after they had spent too many nights wondering what they had done wrong.
His expression softened the moment he saw you.
"...Hi sweetheart."
"Hi."
Neither of you moved.
"I, um..." Michael glanced down for a second before holding out the small bouquet he'd been carrying. "These are for you."
You hesitated before taking them.
"Thank you."
"Can I come in?"
You stepped aside without saying a word.
Now he stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room, unsure if he should sit down or keep standing.
You placed the flowers on the counter and folded your arms loosely across yourself.
Michael looked down for a moment, his fingers brushing over the edge of his sleeve before he finally looked back at you.
"I don't really know where to start.. I just know that something's different."
The words were softer than you expected.
"I've been trying to figure it out all week, and I keep thinking maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I said something, or maybe I haven't been making enough time for you, or maybe..." He paused, letting out a quiet breath as he shook his head. "I don't know. I keep going over everything, but I can't find anything."
You looked away.
Michael noticed.
He always noticed.
"I miss you," he admitted. "And I know that probably sounds so stupid because it's only been a week, but it feels like you've been pulling away from me for so much longer than that."
"I didn't want to bother you."
Michael's eyebrows pulled together.
"Bother me?"
You swallowed.
"I just thought maybe you needed some space."
The confusion on his face only grew.
"Space from you?"
You didn't answer.
The silence told him more than words did.
Michael took a small step closer, his hands coming up to cup your jawline.
"Baby, why would you think that?"
You looked at him, trying to find the right words.
"I heard you."
Michael went still.
"What?"
"At your house Michael."
The room suddenly felt much quieter.
"I wasn't trying to listen," you rushed to explain. "I was just coming over for lunch, and I heard you talking with your brothers."
Michael's expression shifted, confusion slowly replacing itself with realization. "What did you hear?" he says your name softly.
You hesitated.
"I heard you say I was clingy."
For a moment, Michael didn't say anything.
Then his face softened.
"Oh, mama."
The way he said it almost made it harder.
"I thought..." Your voice caught slightly. "I thought I was too much for you."
Michael immediately shook his head.
"No."
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
He pulled your head close to his, making sure you were looking at him, his expression filled with regret.
"Y/n, you didn't hear the rest of it."
You frowned slightly.
"The rest?"
Michael nodded.
"I was talking to my brothers because I was trying to explain how much I love having you around. I was telling them that you're always here, that you always want to spend time with me, and I was laughing because I realized I'm the exact same way."
A small, sad smile crossed his face. "I said you were clingy because I love that about you."
You stared at him. "I love that you call me after a long day. I love that you come over so we can watch movies together. I love that I get to know all the little things about your life because you want to tell me."
His voice softened.
"I didn't mean clingy like it was a bad thing."
You looked away, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding finally start to lift.
"I thought you were getting tired of me."
Michael's expression changed immediately. "Sweetheart, I spent this entire week thinking you were leaving me."
The honesty in his voice made you really look at him.
"I thought maybe you had finally realized that being with me is too much. I thought maybe I was asking too much from you, that with the album and my career.. It was getting too intense for you."
You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching at the thought that he had spent the entire week carrying that fear by himself.
“Michael,” you said softly.
His eyes lifted back to yours.
“I wasn’t leaving you.”
The words came out immediately, because you needed him to hear them.
“I wasn’t thinking about ending anything. I was just hurt and I thought I was giving you what you wanted. I just misunderstood you. I should’ve talked to you instead of disappearing, i’m sorry.”
Michael looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over yours.
“I missed you.”
A small smile tugged at your lips.
“I missed you too.”
“Really?”
You almost laughed.
“Mikey, I spent the whole week trying not to call you. Do you know how hard that was?”
That finally got a real smile out of him.
“I had a feeling.”
You rolled your eyes softly.
For the first time in days, you both looked completely at ease.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” you repeated back again.
And finally, after a week of missed calls and avoiding each other, you closed the space between you.
The kiss was soft, like both of you were making sure this was real. But it didn’t take long for the relief of having each other back to settle in.
A week without him had felt much longer than it should have.
When you pulled away, Michael kept his arms around your waist, holding you close like he was making up for every moment he spent thinking he was losing you.
“I really missed this,” he murmured.
You smiled against him.
“I did too.”
“No more secretly disappearing because you think I need space.”
You laughed. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said, pulling you closer. “Because I was starting to think my girlfriend was trying to break up with me without telling me.”
“Michael,” you giggled harder this time.
“I’m just saying,” he teased. “Very rude way to find out.”
a/n: OKAY would yall believe me if I said I sat down for like 8 hours today trying to finish this bc i did! im like actually proud of myself lol like omg especially w my adhd too like wow im amazing but anyways lets just ignore any grammer mistakes here bc im too lazy to fix them rn
Summary: Michael and you had known each other for a while. So, of course, you were the only one he trusted enough to help him explore.
Warnings: smut *MDNI*
Contains: making out, dryhumping, penetration, breeding kink (sort of?)
A/N: I’ve been obsessing over this idea for a while, so here it is lol. it started with Michael being inexperienced but then suddenly he wasn’t too inexperienced?? also, for those asking to be on my tag list, don’t worry, i got you, i just don’t include my tag list on any smut to avoid making ppl uncomfy! anyway, enjoy!
Michael and you had a ritual. Every Friday night, you’d head over to his house in Hayvenhurst, and the entire night was spent watching movies, with countless snacks and bowls of ice cream, as well as the occasional rounds of board games. You were both very comfortable in each other’s presence, having known each other for so long. After a night of innocent fun, it’d turn into sleepovers that were mostly planned but mostly happened because you both dropped dead without realizing.
At least it was innocent fun, until one night.
Michael had been thinking a lot lately. He’d been made fun of by his brothers earlier that week, teased for not having his first kiss, which then turned into being teased for being so inexperienced with sexual acts. He was never in any rush for it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
When you arrived at his house that Friday, he couldn’t stop his mind from traveling into dirty places. His eyes would flicker to your lips every time you licked them, or every time you bit them. He also couldn’t stop glancing at your legs, it was like you knew it was the perfect time to torture him, as you’d shown up in a flowy and short sundress. He tried to rid himself of these thoughts, he really had.
But when he asked what game you were in the mood for, you suggested twister. Usually, he was always really excited for it, but with the thoughts that were polluting his mind, he didn’t know if he could control himself being that close to you.
But he could never say no to you. Which was how you ended up the way you did. As Michael’s luck seems to have it, you were currently bent over right in front of him. Your right foot on green, your left foot on blue, and both hands on yellow. He tried not to look down, as his right foot was also on green, and his left foot was also on blue. It was just a matter of leaning a bit forward and Michael’s crotch would be right against your ass.
He looked up at the ceiling trying to gather his thoughts before he looked down. He was looking for the spin wheel before he finally looked down at you. The sight of your perfect ass so close to him made him grow hard in an instant, his cock straining against his pants. He groaned quietly and closed his eyes.
“I lost,” He blurt out, stepping off of the board immediately. Before you could stand up right and maybe see his predicament, he sat on his bed and covered himself with a pillow. When you did start standing up right, Michael caught sight of your panties under your dress. It was like the universe was testing him. He closed his eyes again and shook his head.
You giggle and look at him, before taking a seat next to him. “That was quick, you’re usually really good at twister,” you tease, oblivious to Michael’s problem. He shrugged and smiled at you, sighing out. “Let’s just watch a movie, you pick,” he signaled towards the television with his head, knowing he couldn’t move the pillow, much less get up.
When you finally picked a film, you both sat in comfortable silence. You were engrossed in the film, the popcorn bowl he’d prepared before you got here in your lap. Michael wasn’t paying attention though. He couldn’t stop thinking about what his brothers said, but he also couldn’t stop thinking about how good you’d looked bent over in front of him. Suddenly he had an idea, and he knew he could trust you enough to at least ask.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” He speaks out, before he can chicken out. You look over to him and smile, readjusting your position so you were facing him. “Of course, anything.” You looked so pretty. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.
“Well, I-” He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about this in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a creep. “I’ve been thinking about how… how I haven’t had my first kiss,” he nervously mumbled, you just nodded and gave him a smile that told him he could keep going. “And, and I was just thinking that it’s about time I do.”
He was a stuttering mess. He knew you wouldn’t judge him, but he was afraid of rejection. You, on the other hand, were praying he would ask to kiss you. You’d been smitten with him for a while but were always too scared to say anything. “What is it, Michael?” You asked, voice soft as ever, after a couple of seconds of silence. “I was wondering… if you could be my first kiss,” he finally spits out.
You were both flushed, excited beyond belief. You chuckled softly, cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling. His eyes darted all over your face, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. There wasn’t any.
“I would love to be your first.” Michael couldn’t believe his ears. He thought he was dreaming. “R-really?!” He asked, causing you to nod your head. You slowly got up to your knees and got closer to him, softly laying your hands on his shoulders. You leaned in until your face was right in front of his. “Is this okay?” Your voice shook with nerves. He just nodded fast and multiple times. You slowly leaned in further until both of your lips came into contact. Both of you let out soft gasps, as you pecked each other’s lips once, twice, and three times.
When you pulled away, he had a bashful smile on his face and he was struggling to make eye contact. “Can- can we do that again?” He whispered, his hands coming up to your waist. You nodded gently, before moving to straddle his hips. That caught him off guard. You settled each of your knees at either side of him, hovering to make sure you weren’t making contact. Then you leaned in and kissed him again. This time it was longer and much more passionate. He took the lead, and you gasped when his tongue grazed your lips.
That gave him the opportunity to kiss into your mouth. Your tongues made contact and you both sighed into one another. Lost in the kiss, you’d unknowingly lowered yourself onto his lap. Your clothed cunt had come into contact with his growing bulge, making you both gasp and pull away from the kiss. Michael immediately panicked.
“I’m so- so sorry, I just-” You just shook your head, cutting off his rambling. “It’s okay, Michael. I promise,” you whispered, your eyes were hooded and you leaned back in to kiss him with new found hunger. One you both shared. His hands gripped your waist tighter, as you rolled your hips into his. Your core was growing wetter by the second, and you were sure that with each grind of your hips your arousal was leaving a wet patch on your panties and the front of Michael’s pants. He whimpered into your mouth as you continued your movements on his lap. You started kissing down to his jaw and then his neck, and he thrusted his hips up into you. He just couldn’t help himself. You both let out gasps of pleasure at the feeling. “Can I- is it okay if I just take my pants off?” He whimpered. You moaned softly at the need in his voice and nodded. You got off his lap as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, pulling them down to his ankles, before reaching for you again.
“W-we don’t have to go further, I just want to f-feel you closer,” The quiver and whimper in his voice was only doing more to turn you on. “Okay,” you whimper back, sighing at the feeling when he pulled you back down onto his bulge, still covered but more prominent now. Knowing the only thing stopping him from slipping inside you was both of your underwear was driving you insane. You felt the head of his cock nudge right against your clit, and all you could do was throw your head back.
This gave Michael the opportunity to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving kiss marks wherever he could. He couldn’t get enough of you, of your noises, the way you looked, and how wet you felt even through your underwear. “So good,” he whimpered out, after the tip of his cock grazed your entrance. This was when he got the nasty idea. He maneuvered his hips so that his cock was aligned with your entrance, and he slowly slid the tip in, your and his underwear acting as barriers. But the feeling was nonetheless toe curling.
“Michael,” you gasped out. He just looked at you, with a pussy drunk look in his eyes. “I know, I know. I know I said we didn’t have to go any further, but I can’t help it baby. I need to feel you, please. I’m so close and I just want to cum inside you,” You couldn’t help but just breathe heavily at his begging, this is a side of Michael you’d never seen before. But you loved it. You nodded, feeling your heartbeat thrash as he slightly pulled down the band of his underwear, his cock springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight, your eyes growing wide. It was a lot bigger than it felt. He noticed your expression and cupped your face with one hand, tilting your head to look at him.
“Are you sure this is okay?” He was ever the gentleman, regardless of how far you’d already gone. You smiled and nodded. “Use your words, sweet girl,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, I want this,” you whisper back, and he bites his lip letting out a soft groan. He reaches his hand down to move your underwear to the side, nothing coming between your cunt and his cock now. He brought the tip of his cock to your clit, letting your arousal coat it. It was messy and it felt so good. He decided to test the waters, once again tilting his hips to insert just the tip. You both let out noises of pleasure and threw your heads back.
Michael kept you there, just his tip inside, but you wanted- no, needed more. So you took it upon yourself to slide all the way down, holding onto his shoulders to help you settle down. You both moaned, him at your gummy walls and you at the way he stretched you deliciously. “Nghh, so tight,” he muttered out, eyes rolling back into his head. You knew you wouldn’t last, and neither would he. He tentatively brought a hand up to circle your clit, making you gasp out in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Michael. Please,” If it hadn’t been for how turned on you were, you would’ve cringed at how needy you sounded.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m so close baby, d’you feel it? You feel what you do to me?” You were shocked, to say the least, at Michael’s filthy words. “Michael, please, fill me up,” was all you could think to say. Michael couldn’t believe this was real. He gripped your hips and thrusted his hips upwards, reaching that spot inside you that left you seeing white spots. The sound of skin slapping along with the filthy noises you were both making helped you both reach your limits. Your back arched and toes curled as you reached your high, it washed over you as Michael continued to thrust up into you, helping you through your orgasm while still chasing his.
“Fuck, ngh,” He lets out as he finally cums inside you, sticky ropes of cum filling you up. You whimper feeling it filling you up and he couldn’t help but keep thrusting. He groaned, looking down and seeing the mess that you were both making, eyes rolling at the white ring of cum at the base of his cock.
You both breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. But neither of you moved, his softening cock still inside you. He looked up at you and brushed your slightly sweaty hair away from your face and behind your ears. He smiled as you smiled at him, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. When he finally pulled out, you both winced before you collapsed on him. You were both spent and content. Your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and kissed your head from time to time.
“Thank you,” he whispers, to which you just respond, “my pleasure.” You both had the biggest smiles on your faces.
You both knew things would never be the same, and neither of you minded.
A/N: I’m in the process of writing the part 2 to Again but I had to put this out first. I couldn’t stop thinking about it lol! Hope you enjoyed!
