👀MICHAEL JACKSON👀

The house always felt like a second home to you, you grew up on the same block in Encino, you spent more time running through their backyard having sleepovers and sneaking snacks from their mothers kitchen than you ever had at your own place. latoya sister was like a big sister to you who braided your hair..or at least tired, and gave you advice. Jackie and Tito taught you how to throw a football or just how to do anything handy, Jermaine and Marlon teased you relentlessly but always had your back for anything, latoya shared secrets and makeup tips Janet thought of you like an extra sibling...and then there were Michael and Randy.

Michael had been your best friend like very close, between late-night talks on the roof or shared headphones, for one of his songs or a new one he liked, the friendship had turned into something else, the two of you had been together for almost a year now, but Michael insisted on keeping it secret. “The family... the press... it’s safer this way...” he had whispered the first time he kissed you properly..well properly (yall did sum things just as "friends..")..but you agreed even when it felt hard to watch girls fall for michael, or for michael when his brother tired to hit on you.

Randy never got the memo.

Randy had always been the boldest of the brothers flashy smile to you, restless energy, those eyes that lingered a little too long, as teenagers he flirted openly even as adults he still did (hes committed) he would show up at your door with records he “thought you’d like” he would offer to drive you places, lean in close during family dinners like he was waiting for secret signal to say you liked him back, you turned him down every time gently at first then he got more committed so.. then more firmly. You never explained why to him Michael wanted to keep it secret, so his secret was safe with you. That Saturday afternoon the house was unusually quiet. Most of the siblings had gone out Rebbie to lunch with her bf, LaToya shopping with Janet, the older brothers somewhere playing basketball, Only Michael Randy and you were left in the house, Michael had pulled you upstairs the moment the front door closed behind the others his mouth already on yours and his hands sliding under your shirt.

Now the two of you were in his bedroom the door shut but not locked (bc michael never locked doors in this house old habit) your clothes were scattered across the floor, michael had you on your back on the bed one of your legs over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist as he thrusted deep in u The thick, humungous, length and GIRTH, of him stretched you open with every thrust, the wet sound of him and you filling the room. His forehead rested against your shoulder, soft gasps spilling across your lips as u tried to stay quiet

“quiet..” he slightly whimpered out, even though no one was supposed to be nearby he knew randy hadnt left yet “gotta be quiet for me...please”

You bit your lower lip hard, trying to do what he asked but every deep thrust sent chillz up your spine, his hips rolled ina rhythm hr perfected with you slow and grinding one moment, sharper the next hitting dat g spot🤤 that made your toes curl, your nails dug into his shoulders a soft, broken sound tried to escape your throat, it did but you masked it with your sleeve

Then came footsteps in the hallway..

and THEN randyys voice right outside the door

“Mike? You in there?”

Michael froze for a second, still buried all the way inside you his eyes slightly widened, but he didnt pull out, instead he pressed a finger to his lips to tell you to not talk or make a sound, then he started back again thrusting into you after he just told you to be quiet The feeling of his cock was like fine dining😼 and horrible at the same time for this situation

You clamped a hand over your mouth to hold down your whimpers

Randy knocked again. “Cmon man open up. I need to talk to you"

Michaels voice came out surprisingly normal, only a little breathless “Yeah... yeah, what’s up?...”

The door handle jiggled.. Thank God it held..somehow, Randy leaned against it instead talking through the wood

“It’s about {{user}} again...” A frustrated sigh came from randy “I don’t get it. I’ve tried everything took her to that new spot last week...i sent flowers even asked Rebbie if she thought I should just be straight up with it, she keeps shutting me down..its polite but... final you know?.. it hurts but i dont want to stop trying..its Like there’s someone else, Is there someone else?..i know you're close to her, is there?”

the whole time michael’s hips never stopped he kept fucking you hard, and with controlled strokes, the head of his cock pounding along your walls while his brother poured his heart out on the other side of the door you arched under him eyes squeezed shut, one hand covering your mouth another gripping his bedsheets, a moan vibrated out your throat, so Michael’s free hand slid down between your two bodies and found your clih (clitaurous..) and rubbed it with practiced pressure, making the need to cry out almost unbearable

“mm..I don’t know, Randy” Michael said voice low and even, another thrust into the g spot, You felt every inch of him “Maybe she’s just not into it”

“Not into what.. me?” Randy sounded genuinely wounded “We’ve known each other forever, I used to carry her books home from school, I taught her how to drive stick.. I thought... I thought if I was patient she would see it...but she looks right through me sometimes... like Im invisible...”

Michael’s rhythm stayed, almost like he was thrusting harder ever since randy started talking abt how much he likes you.. but you had no proof, He leaned down his lips taking yours into a deep kiss with tongue, letting out a little groan so only you could hear it, then he pulled away and said something, louder to Randy “Maybe you should just... move on, find someone who wants you, or likes you.”

Your thighs were shaking Every thrust pushed you closer, the wetness between your legs was like never before you could hear it every time Michael thrusted all the way in and out. Your inner walls fluttered around him. He felt it and smiled, like he was trying to make you moan out loud, then fucked you harder still controlled but deeper. and harder

Randy kept talking obliviously

“I can’t just move on Every time I see {{user}} with the family, laughing with then or helping mother in the kitchen or.. always. sitting next to you at dinner..I want her more its driving me crazy... Do you think if I just told her straight? Like a, ‘I’ve been in love with you since we were kids’ she would realize it"*

Michael’s cock pounded inside you he was close too, you could feel the way his thrusts grew just a little more aggressive. His hand left your clit only long enough to pin both your wrists above your head, holding you down while he fucked you harder like he was trying to get caught “I think...” Michael’s voice cracked for the first time, He recovered it quickly tho “I think you should respect whatever answer she already gave you..and maybe let her find...who she wants to be with”

he grew more and more possessive slightly grinding his hips with yours to mimic his thrusting, you felt a moan/whimper/whine building up

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