BITTER SWEET .. ꫂ᭪݁ ˎˊ˗ bigheaded baby — part 001.
♯ thrad era!michael jackson x childhoodbsf!reader ᝰ.ᐟ
syn. A 27 year old michael escapes his massive fame to visit his lifelong best friend for the summer at her mother’s house in gary, indiana. Once reunited . . . things get a little hectic. Resulting in a lifelong commitment neither of them expected.
ⓘ contains .. lots of plot . smut . mdni . soft!dom michael . lowkey slow burn . heavy angst . you guys really love each other . p in v . michaels infatuated with you . unprotected sex . mentions of pregnancy . ghosting && sad ending, for now .
🪽- thrad!michael is only mentioned in this part since this is the prologue! bigheadedbaby m.list main m.list
GARY, INDIANA
Michael Jackson.
You hadn’t stopped hearing that from the day you first heard it on television in ‘69.
He was a big star now. Girls fainting over him, paparazzi following him everywhere he went, headlines filled with anything related to Michael Jackson. All this news surrounding a whimsy little boy you grew up with in Gary.
The one built like a microphone.
The same little boy who used to scrape his knees on the wood chips at the park or trying to climb up the oak trees in the neighborhood. The same little boy who swore you had a big head like his wasn’t big too.
You knew Michael for Michael. Knew him since his brothers and sisters started calling him lil daddy, knew him since kindergarten and he’d tell you that his mother made his shirts during free time, knew him since he’d start humming along to songs while you two colored, knew him since third grade when you both would come to school suddenly sad about things that happened at home, just comforting each other in silence during recess when you could.
Knew he was your best friend when you two begged Joe to let you stay over for dinner. And knew you were his best friend that same night Joe decided to start yelling at all of them and you held his little hand under the table.
But that comfortable silence that finally found its way into both of your lives was cut short during the 5th grade year of 1969. Michael and his brothers got signed to Motown Records. And that meant he’d be moving away.
You two wouldn’t be considered equal individuals anymore. You’d still be some random girl from Gary whilst Michael would now be thee Michael from the Jackson 5.
Leaving school, leaving you, meant leaving behind the only person who didn’t look at him like a ticket for opportunities. And the day he packed up for California, you both felt a heavy yet silent feeling of sadness wash over you.
But distance couldn’t kill what you two had. Not in a million years.
Thanks to your mother keeping very good contact with Ms. Katherine, your worlds stayed tethered with no problem.
You grew up in the front rows of screaming crowds, watching the boy who used to sing to stop you crying share his gift right on the big stage and quickly become a living legend.
His eyes often met yours in the crowd. A twinkle appearing in his eye like clockwork when he stared at you.
And every single time he caught your eye from rehearsals or managed a rushed, backstage hug; the superstar instantly melted away.
It was always just Michael.
THE PRESENT (1985)
By the summer of 1985, he was the biggest thing on the planet. Quite literally. But for a few weeks, he completely vanished from the headlines to reclaim his sanity, even if it was only for a second.
He knew exactly where to go.
Your ears shot up at the sound of the doorbell to your mom’s place, instantly turning the tv down. “I got it!” You shout as you speed walk toward the front door.
Your socks slide as you stop at the door, looking through the peephole before an excited gasp is leaving your mouth.
You hurriedly open the door, eyes lighting up. “Michael!” You jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.
He just smiles, hugging you back as a heavy sigh of relief left his body, snuggling his face into your hair.
You pull back, sizing him up. “What’re you doing here?” You grin as he laughs, stepping inside.
“Just wanted to see you, that’s all.” He explains as he turns toward you again.
“Oh please, scrub. You mean you needed a place to hide out because the paparazzi’s on your pretty tail again,” You tease, pursing your lips. He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re stupid man.” He huffs, playfully pressing a finger to your forehead. You smack his hand away with a grin as you walk into the kitchen, pulling some grapes out of the fridge.
You sit the plastic container onto the island, eating some grapes out of your hand.
“So,” you begin, “how was tour?” You ask, leaning against the island with your elbows, plopping grapes into your mouth.
He scoffs, shaking his head as he grabs some. “Tiring. And especially boring without you there to bug me.”
You laugh, plopping another grape into your mouth. “What, Marlon ain’t keeping you entertained enough?” An amused look on your face as you tilt your head.
“Nope. His head ain’t as big as yours so it didn’t really work..” he pretends to think on it and you throw a grape at him. “Shut up!” You scowl, rolling your eyes as you eat yet another grape from your hand. He cackles, swallowing a grape he was chewing on.
“But uhm..” you swallow, looking down for a second. “how you been since..you know.” You murmur, eyes meeting his again.
He lets out a quiet sigh, hating to even talk about it. Mostly because it still hurts lowkey. “I’m fine tink I promise.” His voice awfully soft.
“..you promise? Cause I was really worried..” You persist, watching the ways his eyes move to see if you catch any twitching.
He nods, blinking as he sucks in a breath, looking down at you. “Promise. Nothing to worry about anymore, I’m good.” He smiles.
You huff after a few moments, sitting up and eating the rest of the few grapes you had in your hand before walking around the island, reaching a hand up to move a curl from his eyelash. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” Eyes fluttering up to his big ones.
He just nods, leaning into your touch as your hand grazes his cheek. “Of course tink.” He whispers, gaze falling upon your lips.
Before the quietness of the air could suck you two in deeper, the loud click of a bedroom door down the hall breaks the silence. The sudden sound of footsteps make the both of you step back an inch naturally. Not out of guilt—just adjustment.
“Baby who was at the door?” Your mother questions from around the corner of the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
But once she sees who it is, she ain’t sleepy anymore. Her face instantly lights up the second she sees who is standing by the island. “Oh my goodness! Michael!” She exclaims.
Michael’s entire face brightens, that signature, boyish grin taking over as he turns away from you. “Hi momma,” he says softly, opening his arms wide as she rushes over to throw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“I’m so happy to see you.” Voice warm as she rocks him side to side while hugging him. He chuckles, hugging her tightly as well. “Me too ma’am.”
She pulls away, eyes trailing over yet another one of his new looks. “How you been since—“
“I’ve been fine momma I promise,” He laughs.
“Tink asked me the same thing.” Warm smile on his face. She frowns before smiling again. “Well you let me know if you ever need anything.” She runs her hands over his shoulders.
“Yes ma’am.” He smiles as your mother lets out a sigh.
“Alright well, I gotta go get ready.” She insists. You blink, brows furrowing. “Where you going?” She scoffs, stopping in her tracks and turning toward you. “Girl out.”
You groan. “Oh my god. Ma, where?”
“Girl I am grown, I can go outside as I please. You need to be going outside, shit. Twenty seven years old and don’t come outside your house unless it’s to spend time with your momma.” She scolds as she walks back into her room, leaving you there flabbergasted.
“Ma!” You scoff, throwing your arms up. “Forreal?” You blink as Michael chuckles.
“She’s right though. You never go outside.” Michael adds with a shrug to which you scoff, pushing him. “You shut up. And I do go outside!”
“Yeah when the groundhogs need you..” he mutters causing you to gasp, hitting his arm. “Michael!” You shout and he just laughs, the high and breathy sound echoing through the kitchen. “What, it’s the truth!” He holds his hands up, leaning back against the counter as he catches his breath.
You just shake your head glaring at him. “Whatever man.”
Half an hour later, your mother’s emerging from her room again, this time dolled up.
Michael notices first, brows raising. “Well look at you momma,” he grins, giving her two thumbs up.
Your face scrunches up as you look her up and down, crossing your arms. “You look okay, I guess...” you mutter, scratching the back of your head but unable to hide the little smirk on your lips.
“Must be nice to actually get dolled up for something worth your time unlike the rest of us.” You sigh dramatically which makes her smack her lips, swatting you off.
“Girl please. You choose not to go out. You know how many men try to get you to look their way but you don’t budge?” She tilts her head to which you just huff, ignoring her.
Michael glances over at you with that, eyes wide and a smile on his face. “Really?” He asks, tilting his head to which you roll your eyes.
“Bye mama. Have fun, don’t get into no trouble.” You wave her off.
Your mother just smirks, popping her hip. “Please. I am the trouble, baby. And thank you Michael. At least somebody in this house appreciates the effort.”
“People would be fools not to notice.” Michael adds, leaning his hip against the island with a sweet grin. “Gary ain’t even ready for you tonight momma. Gotta have extra security for you.”
Your mother lets out a loud laugh, getting flustered as she waves him off. “Oh, stop it Mike! You’re gonna make my head as big as hers with all those compliments.” She points at you, causing Michael to start cackling all over again.
You throw your arms up, brows furrowed. “Really?” You deadpan.
“Alright,” she sighs, adjusting her hair. “I’m leaving. You two go do something, get up out my house, go outside if you can!” She says as she starts to walk toward the door.
But before leaving, she points a finger at you. “And Michael,” she starts, pointing at him now. “Don’t let her bully you.” She points at you again, eyes squinted.
“I- wha-? Momma!” You throw your arms up. “He bullies me!” You call out to which she waves off. “Lock this door behind me.”
You stand there with a confused look on your face, arms still thrown up as Michael starts walking toward the door with a snicker. “Yes ma’am.”
He waves bye as she finally exits, the door clicking shut behind her.
You scowl, shaking your head as you cross your arms. “Can’t believe her..” you mumble. “Don’t bully you?! Don’t bully me!” You shout before huffing heavily, shaking your head.
“Don’t shake your head too much tink, it’ll fall off. Too much weight on it.” His voice completely soft and calm as he literally makes fun of you.
You toss your arms to your sides, lips in a frown. “But I’m the one who bullies you. Right.”
He stifles a laugh, grin on his face as he returns back to your side, leaning his back against island. You too stand there in silence for a few minutes, the soft tension that was there earlier slowly returning.
It was getting a little too heavy, and even more so quiet.
Michael looks around the kitchen before his gaze shifts, glancing over at the window in the front room casting a soft glow over the room.
You can see the slight change in his demeanor as reality hits him. For the nth time in his life. But then just like that, Michael is back as he turns toward you with a soft smile.
“Hey,” he calls softly, his tone shifting from playful to something more grounded. Your brows raise in a way to tell him you’re listening. He reaches out, fingers gently catching your wrist. “Let’s..let’s get outta here for the night.”
You blink, eyes trailing down to his hand around your wrist, then back up to his face. “Out of here?” Your brows furrowed. “And go where? Ain’t nothing here to do.”
“We can go downtown,” he suggests with a shrug. “I got a place in the city.” He explains, his voice dropping into a quiet register. “A suite at the Drake. No cameras, no noise. Just..actual space where we don’t have to whisper or worry about anyone seeing my limo.” He gives your wrist a persuasive tug, taking your hand in his.
“Please tink. Come with me. Let’s just have a normal night. Just you and me?”
There’s never been a chance where you’re telling Michael Jackson no. You never could, the vulnerability in his eyes killed you, and you know how rare it is for him to even get a single second of peace nowadays. Plus, the fact that he wants to spend his alone time with you makes something warm blossom in your heart.
“Fine scrub,” you murmur with a sigh, a soft smile finally spreading onto your face. “But,” you hold a finger up. “Only if we get to order a ridiculous amount of room service.”
Michaels entire face lights up, that beautiful, genuine smile returning as he squeezes your hand. “Of course. I’ve got a driver waitin’ down the street, go grab whatever you need.”
You nod with a smile as you pull away from him, walking down the hallway and into your childhood bedroom to grab the bag you originally packed to stay at your mother’s and slinging it onto your shoulder.
“You ready?” Michael asks as you walk down the hallway and back toward him. You hum, taking his hand as you two head for the door.
As you two head out the door and you lock your mom’s door, a thought possesses Michael. “We should order some kfc when we get there too.”
You blink as he strings you along. “Uh Mike, I don’t think a luxury hotel serves kfc..” - “Oh, I’ll have bill go get it don’t worry.” He quickly answers with a smile.
You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. “The privileges of a superstar I tell you..” Michael just wraps his arm around your shoulder as you two walk down the street and toward the very discreet (not) limousine.
The forty minute drive leaving Gary and entering Chicago is a blur as you pass the streetlights. Inside the tinted and warm limousine, you two sit inside playing i spy.
Every time you got one, Michael would say it doesn’t count, and then take your point for himself.
“No, that counts!” You argue as you point at the pizzeria with the pepperonis lit up. “No it doesn’t!” He laughs, “I said something fully red.”
“No you did not! You’re cheating Michael!” You reach over, hitting his shoulder to which he giggles, moving his shoulder. “You just a sore loser.” He drags out, sticking his finger in your ear to which you slap him away.
The brown oak door is shut carefully as you two enter the penthouse. It’s beautiful; floor to ceiling windows, marble counters in the kitchen, modern but sleek interior, and one huge white bed with a mattress that is so pillowy.
“Wow..” you had never seen anything like it, well, except for in movies, but this was the real thing.
You sit your things in the closet as bill rolls in a cart of light foods to fill you both with after that semi-long trip. You didn’t mind one bit at the gesture, thanking him as he left out the room.
Leaving you two in a hotel room alone.
Things are normal at first— conversation drifting smoothly, goofing around while eating the treats and food brought for the both of you, reminiscing about times together, and asking each other silly things.
Eventually, time passes as you two finish up your food, empty plates placed back onto the cart, an almost finished glass of orange juice sitting on top of a plate, and treat wrappers sitting on the other.
Not long after, Michael suggests you two watch a movie. You say yes of course, flopping back against the plush pillows at the head of the bed. He does the same, snuggling right next to you as he flips through the channels.
When incredibly sweet and iconic Lady and the Tramp pops up, you two don’t hesitate and immediately agree to leave it playing.
As you two watch, you can’t help but notice the way Michael’s hand constantly brushes against yours. Fingers sliding gently over your own, thumb pressing into your palm, and how he softly lifts up your hand, wrapping his own hand around your wrist to check your pulse with his thumb.
It makes your heart race with how gentle he is with you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Michael was trying to make a move on you. Not like you would mind anyway.
“Hey,” his voice suddenly disrupting your thoughts as you look over at him. He smiles, glancing back at the tv for a moment. “The movies almost over so I’m gonna jump in the shower and wash the road off,” his voice quiet yet sleepy at the same time. “I’ll be quick so you can get in behind me, tink.”
You smile with a nod as he stands up. “Okay, thanks scrub. And don’t worry, take your time. I’m gonna finish watching this.”
He gives you a gentle, warm smile as he hums before heading into the huge bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Now you’re left alone with your thoughts with Lady and the Tramp mindlessly playing in the background. This was quickly becoming an intimate space, no matter how much the two of you tried to ignore it.
You didn’t necessarily see a problem with it, but you knew how Michael was, he’d either say what he wanted or wouldn’t say a thing. Not like you were expecting anything! He’s your best friend, been your best friend since preschool so why would you care?!
You sigh, shaking your head to let your thoughts drift away. You suck at trying to convince anyone especially yourself.
After about twenty minutes, you hear the shower turn off. The movie that was idly playing shut off a few minutes ago, leaving you to sit with your thoughts once more before you decide to gather your things for the shower.
The door slides open and Michael appears, a towel around his neck, plaid pajama pants on, white socks on his feet, and a plain black tee. He looked insanely cute for such a simple outfit.
“Bathrooms all yours tink,” he gestures as he steps out of the doorway and over to the bed, plopping down while running the towel through his hair.
“Thanks bighead,” you joke softly as you walked past to head into the bathroom, shutting the door right behind you.
The second the bathroom door shuts, Michael lets out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in as he glances over at the door.
What does he do while you’re in there? Pretend to watch tv? Pretend to sleep? No, all of those just seemed awkward.
So he opted for the best option, turn the tv off, turn the lamp off, get comfy on his side of the bed, and stare at the ceiling til he fell asleep. Unfortunately for him, he just could not close his eyes. Not when he knew you were in the shower and the steam was probably circling your body.
Gosh he felt like such a pervert.
The next twenty minutes feel like hell as Michael hears you finally finishing up in the bathroom once the shower cuts off.
His nerves are back ten fold. Not only were you about to come out the bathroom smelling like heaven, you were also about to sleep next to him in the same bed. HIM. He finds it funny in a way. You guys have always shared a bed during sleepovers—you’re best friends for gods sake, but now it felt like it’d be intensely different since the two of you were grown adults.
The soft click of the bathroom door opening disrupts his thoughts, breaking the silence as a warm wave of “clean” scented steam rolls into the bedroom.
“Michael?” You call out quietly, checking to see if he’s still awake.
Michael pretends to be asleep, quickly closing his eyes as he hears your footsteps move against the carpet. The mattress dips as you pull back the heavy and warm duvet, slipping into the space beside him.
You squirm as you stare at the ceiling staying very still on your side of the bed, arms tucked tight by your sides.
Your scent fills the bed. It’s sweet, and cozy, and sexy all at once. It was killing Michael. He could eat you right now—
“Hey, you’re not asleep,” you suddenly poke at his arm with an amused look. Michael jumps ever so slightly, glancing over at you briefly. “Oh yeah, heh..you got me.” He smiles, keeping his attention on the ceiling.
You blink, confused, but quickly turn your attention to the ceiling as well so you don’t do anything stupid.
You two stare at the ceiling in silence for a good ten minutes before Michael breaks the silence.
“Hey..” he whispers into the darkness, voice barely carrying through the pillows. You hum in acknowledgment, and you can feel and hear the sheets rustle as he gets closer. “I was just thinkin’ y’know since I been on tour so long…you got anybody special in your life right now? Like..you datin’ anybody?” He questions.
You snicker, shaking your head. “Yeah, you.” But then you quickly noticed how that sounded and clear your throat as you see Michael’s face start to heat up. “N-not like the-the dating part, more so the special person.” You quickly correct, eyes hurriedly focusing back on the ceiling.
“No, yeah I-I get it.” Michael turns his head toward the ceiling too. “Got it the first time.” He smiles awkwardly.
You nod against the pillows, a question infiltrating your mind, causing you to scoot closer this time. “Uhm, what about you? You got another one of those tour girls?” You ask with amusement, trying to lighten the mood.
“No.” Michael answers simply—and way too quickly.
“Oh…” you swallow, quickly nodding.
Silence settles over the room once again, the only sound audible being the shaky breaths of the two of you.
After a few moments, Michael shifts on his side, sheets and the duvet rustling with him. His hand grazes over yours under the covers, slowly but gently intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I don’t care about any of those girls tink, never have.” he whispers, thumb running over your knuckles. “Although there are some pretty fish,” he huffs with a chuckle, causing you to laugh too.
“They aren’t you.” He squeezes your hand, “there’s only one person I think about when I’m on stage… when I’m brainstorming.. and it’s you.” Your breath hitches in your throat at the admission. Slowly, as if gravity is pulling you, you turn your head against the pillow to face him. And to your surprise, Michael is already looking at you.
In the dim, quiet night of the Chicago skyline, moonlight hits his face. His eyes wide and shimmering with a look of affection. A look only for you.
The tension between you two is strong, pure, and raw longing.
The space between both of your faces feels agonizingly small, feeling his soft breathing and smelling whatever beautiful scent he had lingering on his body. He does the same, catching a whiff of that warm and sexy body butter you had on.
You get entirely lost in his gaze. You can see the way his eyes fall over your face, stopping dead at your lips, as he asks a question without words. His eyes slowly trail back up, lip between his teeth as his eyes meet yours again. And with some sudden push, you bring your lips toward his, leaving a long and lingering kiss against his lips.
Your breathing is shaky as you pull away, eyes roaming his to see how he felt. But Michael wastes no time returning the kiss, assuring you that he wanted this just as much. You hum into his mouth, trembling as you cup his face.
With zero hesitation, Michael’s hand leaves yours, moving to wrap around your waist instead as the kiss deepens.
You moan into his mouth, bobbing your head with his as your tongues fight for dominance just before you pull back, panting. “Michael..” you call out softly, voice trembling. “Wha-what’re we doing?”
Michael reluctantly pulls away as well, letting out a shaky and ragged exhale as his eyes flutter open in the dark, completely dazed. His usual demeanor and composure broken.
“I don’t know tink,” he whispers back, his voice breathy and raspy as he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, unable to contain himself now. “Ion know, but.. I-I don’t want it to stop.”
“We’re best friends though,” you remind him, swallowing temptation as you obviously couldn’t care less about that in the slightest, your own hands tightening on his face. “This could make things awkward.”
Michael hums, nodding as he runs his thumb over your lips. “I know.. but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. For you.” He admits quietly, not stuttering once.
“…if we do this,” you swallow, eyes blinking down for a second. “If we do this, everything changes Mike..”
Michael stays quiet for a moment, taking in your words. He’s had eyes for you since those days in elementary where he’d sing to cheer you up. But he was child then, he had no idea what any of that meant til he got older, and once he found out, the feeling would never let go.
“Maybe..” he begins. “Maybe it’s time it did,” he murmurs, eyes searching yours for any kind of regret. “I’ve been waiting way too long, tink..”
The next thing he knows, you’re smashing your lips against his at the confession, whimpering into his mouth. The hand around your waist tightens as he suddenly flips over, hovering over you with his hands sprawled out by your head.
Michaels breath lingers over your lips, eyes low as he finally lowers his head, capturing your lips in a passionate and entirely messy kiss.
Your hands instantly find their way around his neck, pulling him closer as he makes himself comfortable between your legs, slowly grinding against your clothed cunt.
You moan into his mouth, tilting your head to deepen the kiss while your hands trail up into his hair, fingers carefully roaming his head.
Your lips part as you take him further into your mouth, tongues swirling in union as Michael’s hand wanders down your body, gripping at your breast and waist.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer; wanting to feel every single bit of him. His fingers move from your waist to your hips til he reaches your thigh, kneading sensually before hiking it up higher.
He pulls back momentarily, burying his head deep in your neck, leaving kisses on your jaw whilst nibbling on your neck. Gasps leave your mouth as his hands find their way underneath your shirt, slowly lifting your shirt over your chest, exposing your plump breast to him.
His breath hitches as he stares at your soft and bare skin—a sight he’s only ever been able to imagine. His hands tremble slightly against your ribs before they travel upward, his huge palm cupping your breast with gentleness.
His gaze darkens as he catches the way your lip gets caught between your teeth, anticipating his next move.
He opens his mouth, lolling out his warm tongue and licking against your nipple before leaving feverish amounts of kisses on your chest.
You gasp, back arching off the bed with need for more of his touch.
Your fingers tangle into his dark curls, tugging just enough to pull his face up from your chest, forcing him to look you in the eye. “Michael, please,” you whimper, voice in a pouting and wrecked tone as you stare into his big, blown out eyes. “Stop teasin’..”
A low, shaky groan leaves his chest, blinking away for a moment. “M’not teasing mama,” he promises, thumb pressing into your hip as his weight fully settles between your thighs.
“I’m trying not to lose my mind before I’m even inside you. .” He mutters before pressing his soft lips against yours once more, shifting his hips and dragging his clothed thick length hard and slow against your folds.
The friction makes your toes curl and a high pitched whimper tear from your throat.
He wastes no time hooking a finger into your shorts, breaking the kiss to pull them off causing you to shudder. Your panties follow suit after he runs his fingers over the lace of the thong.
He practically moans at the sight of your glistening folds and pulsing hole, all wet and ready for him.
He licks his lips hungrily, but ultimately decides to pull his shirt and pajama pants off, leaving him absolutely bare.
Your eyes lower at the sight, very satisfied. You don’t hesitate, fully removing your shirt from your body and tossing it elsewhere. You’re quick to hook a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to messily clash your lips together. “Hmm..” you hum into his mouth, wrapping both arms around his neck now.
He doesn’t break the kiss once when he finally slides into your soaking pussy. He’s slow and controlled, letting you adjust to his size. You let out a cry at the stretch, face contorting in pain and pleasure. And out of instinct, you push at his abdomen.
Michael groans at the sudden tight squeeze of your walls around his cock, knees almost buckling as he attempts to sooth you of your nerves. He shushes you, pulling away just an inch to intertwine his fingers with yours, pinning them against the sheets.
A choked moan leaves his throat as he bottoms out, beginning to thrust into your sopping cunt at a slow pace, working his hips steadily.
Your eyes roll, head thrown back against the pillows as your legs tighten around your waist. “Oh god,” you moan breathlessly.
“I gotchu mama,” he moans, leaning down to lay kisses to your face as his strokes become hungrier. “Love you so much. .” He grunts, brows furrowed as he bites his bottom lip. His pace gradually increases, fucking you like no tomorrow. "Unngh!" you whimper.
God the two of you were crazy. He was buried deep inside you, pace intensifying with every thrust—and there was no condom to be found.
Michael couldn’t keep his hands off you, giving it to you at every angle he could throughout the night. You cried, sobbed, mewled, whined, whimpered, all of it from the feel of his dick dragging in and out of your walls with no remorse; just pure love.
When it’s all said and done and he’s filled you to the brim, the room suddenly feels too quiet.
The desperate and needy heat of your bodies slightly cool once Michael collapses next to you, chest heaving as he glances over at you.
He doesn’t wait for your eyes to flutter open and catch his; he pulls you toward him, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist as he tucks you into his side, and lies your head against his chest. You’re both completely spent, sweat glistening over your warm bodies.
He buries his face into your hair, letting out a long sigh of contentment. He places a kiss to the top of your head, his hand finds yours and he holds it tight. For a moment, you two sit there in silence, soaking in each other’s presence.
As his chest slowly rises and falls beneath your cheek, he begins to scatter lazy, ticklish kisses down your temple and against your collarbone. You squirm, giggling with a shriek as you shrug him off. “Michael, stop — it tickles!” You snicker, big smile on your face as your arms only tighten around him.
“Oh yeah? What about this?” he chuckles, tickling your side with his free hand causing you to yelp, kicking him gently under the covers.
“But hey,” Michael calls out to which you hum, being intrigued. “How was it? How..how’d I do?” He piques, brows furrowed. You sigh all big and dramatic on purpose, just to make him think you’re disappointed or don’t want to talk about it, but then he sees the smile creep onto your face.
“You did great Michael.” You smile, bring your intertwined hands up your lips, kissing the back of them. “It was everything I had hoped for.”
He melts at that, pulling you even closer to hug you. “So glad you enjoyed it tink, I really am.” Voice warm and full of happiness.
You huff out a laugh, loving how flustered he got no matter the circumstance.
“I never wanna fail you. That’s been my goal since we were little.” He murmurs softly. “My goal was always to keep this little girl entertained or she’d find elsewhere to bring her friendship to. But I knew it had to be you,” he brings your hand to his lips kissing it slowly. “always you.” He whispers as a happy frown appears on your face, cuddling him.
“Oh Michael, I could never be bored with you, no matter if you put in effort or not. You were always gonna be my best friend.” You smile, getting comfortable against his chest. “Even with that big head you got.” You snicker.
His face brightens at that, huffing out a laugh as he playfully hits you. “Shut up..” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead with adoration.
He rolls onto his side slightly, sitting up against his wrist as he looks down at you. His eyes are soft, completely relaxed, and adoring. A look you haven’t fully seen in a what feels like forever. “I was thinking…” he bites the inside of his mouth, fighting a smile. “We should go to that drive in theater next weekend. Bring a blanket, some food, and turn it into a real date.” He persuades.
“Oh and they’re playing Grease.” He adds.
You gasp, face lighting up. “What?! Mike I love that movie!” You exclaim. “I know, me too!” He giggles. “that’s why I suggested it!” He exclaims with a big smile.
“Yeah, of course we can go!” Giggles overwhelming you with joy as your arms squeeze around him.
But that joys cut short once Michael sighs, eyes droopy as he looks down at you. “I uh..forgot I have a studio session that weekend.” His fingers idly tapping against your skin. “Oh..!” You blink, nodding. Right, you forgot he was a superstar. “Okay,-“ you clear your throat, trying to brighten the mood. “What about the following Monday? We can just go to the regular cinema?” You suggest, to which Michael sighs, shaking his head again.
“Got a photoshoot Monday..” he murmurs, whole demeanor becoming upset.
“Oh. Right, forgot about that..” you swallow, smile faltering as you stare up at him, fingers beginning to trace along his chest.
Everytime either of you attempted to mention new spots to hang out, he was always busy that certain day. No room for a girl in his life, not a girl like you that actually mattered to him.
“Look mama, we’ll figure it out.” He reassures with a certain challenge in his eyes.
“I know my schedule seems real packed, but I promise I’ll find time for us. When I used to do that for you it never seemed like you minded sitting backstage.” Expressions soft.
Your smile fully drops before you speak. “But I did,” You defend, head slowly lifting from his chest.
“I should’ve been able to watch you from the front every time not just when you could.” Hand wrapping the sheets around your chest.
“You had a section for your family, even Joe.” You deadpan.
“Come on, tink..” he mutters.
“No! In what world does that make any sense?” You tilt your head. “Am I not considered family enough to you to be sat with them or something? Ive been here since the beginning of time.” Brows furrowed as you stare at him.
Michael just scoffs, sitting up from the bed as well with a frown on his face. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth tink.”
“Im not, I’m just tellin’ it how it is.” You cross your arms. “I get sick of being back there every show, then when you get off stage I only get five minutes with you.” You shrug, throwing your hands into your lap.
This isn’t about being hidden backstage.
Michael stares at you now. The heavy silence that stretches between you two seems sudden in the moonlit room. He’s completely caught off guard, a mixture of hurt and sheer exhaustion washing over his face.
He wants to argue.
To tell you that backstage is the safest place for you, that backstage is his getaway after a long performance to see you before having to step out and see paparazzi, to tell you that backstage is the safest place for you, and that he’s trying to protect you from the cameras because you despise them—but the defeat in your eyes silences him.
With a heavy, apologetic sigh, he rubs a hand over his face. "Tink, I..." He trails off, voice cracking ever so slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. Thought I was keeping you safe...” he murmurs, gazing down into his lap.
His eyes lift back onto your face, a very small, tentative smile appearing. “Well... we can talk about it tomorrow, I promise. I'm just tired. Is that alright?”
You feel bad in a sense. You know he didn’t do it on purpose to upset you, he was being considerate to a person he practically knew everything about.
But now he feels terrible.
You lean forward, cupping his face to kiss his lips with a small smile. “Of course that’s okay, Michael. M’sorry, I should’ve said something back then..” your eyes glazed over.
“Don’t put it all on you, ma. I should’ve noticed your body language every time. Thank you for finally telling me. And I’m sorry for immediately thinking to hide you once we reached a certain age without asking.” His hands clasp gently around your wrists.
He kisses a hand before pulling away with a soft smile. “Let’s get some sleep.” He lies back down, arms open as he waits for you.
You giggle, looking down at him before lying back down, snuggling into his chest. Michael pulls you right back into his side, hold almost tighter—desperate in a way, like he’s afraid you’ll go.
He places a kiss to your hair, heart content. “I love you mama,” he mutters, caressing your skin.
You snuggle impossibly closer, heart full of contentment as well. “I love you too bighead,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut.
He pinches you in your side causing you to squirm with a chuckle. “That’s your nickname, bighead, not mine.” A grin on his face.
“Well both of got big heads, so.” You shrug to which he sleepily cackles. “Whatever. Goodnight tink.”
“Goodnight Michael.”
3:00 AM
The suite is freezing, but in a good way when you suddenly wake up. You’re engulfed by his warmth and Michael is out like a light.
His face is relaxed, sleeping like a baby with you around.
Seeing him sleep so peacefully makes your heart ache, knowing he probably hasn’t slept like this in a while.
It hurts your heart knowing you had to leave. Because if you didn’t leave now, your life could possibly change forever tomorrow once paparazzi finds out Michael is staying here.
That is if they aren’t already outside the building camping.
Your lip trembles as you bite it, hand softly grazing over his cheek, frown on your face.
He was ready to change things for you, change schedules, cancel things, stress himself out, just so you’d have an actual permanent place in his life. But you couldn’t let him do that, you wouldn’t. You cared about him too much.
He’s a superstar, he was always destined to be one. And you’re someone who wants to stay out of the limelight, keep your sanity, stay connected with your family, and continue to be the one normal person Michael has in his life.
You saw what the light was doing to him, so why would you wanna follow suit? You couldn’t live in his fantasy, even if you wanted to. Even if you really wanted to.
So reluctantly, you pull away slowly, the bed dips as you slide off, carefully slipping out of his hold.
You gather your clothes from the floor before heading over to the closet and grabbing your things, pulling a hoodie and sweats from your bag to throw on before slinging your bag on your shoulder.
You look over at the bed, stealing one last lingering glance of him tangled in sheets.
It’s better to leave now, while the memory is still perfect. If you leave now, you won’t regret it. Is all you kept repeating in your head.
You hesitantly pull your gaze away from him before you end up making a rash decision. You make your way toward the door as tears brim your eyes, lip quivering while you nibble on it and quietly slip out the room.
You repeated told yourself it was for the best, walking down the hallway toward the elevator as tears start to slowly fall, the sting pricking the corners of your eyes.
You quickly wipe your face as the elevator comes up, stepping inside with a quiet sob as you dig your nails into your palms with no idea of what was to come.
With no idea that something little was already blooming in your stomach, ready to completely rock the both of your worlds.
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