mdni ! mature!michael jackson x spoiled brat f!reader
synopsis ★: micheal always deals with your tantrums and rude attitude but what happens when you take it too far?..
cw ★: smut, daddy kink, dom!michael, rough, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, spanking, backshots, breeding kink
authors note ★: i dont really know how i feel about this one, but hope you guys like it, I think this is the most decent smut ive done, this is inspired by many mj fics ive read <3
THERE were very few things in life that you couldn't get. Not because you were particularly smart or that people were terrified of you. You were just used to always getting your own way in things. Maybe it was because you'd been spoiled growing up, perfected the art of pouting before you could even speak. Either way, by the time you'd became an adult, being told no had never happened to you.
Unfortunately for everyone around you, Michael Jackson was the worst person possible to date. The man simply couldn't ever refuse you anything. At first, he'd tried. He really did. Whenever you asked for something absolutely ridiculous, he'd shake his head and tell you no. Sometimes he'd even cross his arms and attempt to look more serious.
Obviously you never took him seriously, because every single time, he'd eventually always give in. Whether it was a new dress you'd spotted in a store, jewellery you definitely didn't need or a spontaneous weekend trip you'd decided was necessary halfway through breakfast, Michael always ended up saying yes.
By the time the two of you stepped into Victoria's Secret, Michael was beginning to regret every decision he'd made that morning. Not because he didn't enjoy spending time with you. The problem was that you'd been shopping for nearly four hours and showed absolutely no signs of stopping, his money drained at every store in this goddamn mall.
Meanwhile, Michael was carrying enough bags to open his own department store. Arms full with heavy bags and somehow you were still finding things you "absolutely needed." "You look tired, Mikey.." Michael glanced up from behind his sunglasses. "I'm litterally carrying your entire wardrobe." A smile spread across your face as you stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek before smoothing a hand over his shoulder. "You're so strong." His lips twitched. "You think compliments are gonna save you?" "They usually do." You giggle and walk away before he could even answer.
You wandered further into the store while Michael followed behind at a distance, watching as you moved between displays. Michael's pants getting tighter at the sight of how hot you looked, dressed in a pink tube top hugging your figure and tight jean shorts which showed the curve of your ass.. "God.. this woman."
Around your neck rested the diamond necklace he'd bought you months ago, the letters of his name catching the store lights whenever you turned your head. His favourite necklace.. not that he'd ever admit that. He told you he bought it so that he'd be with you always, although secretly the real reason was because he wanted everyone to know you were his.
Your attention immediately landed on the display you'd been talking about all week. The only reason you'd dragged him here. You'd been searching for that stupid bra all afternoon. A smile spread across your face as you approached the shelf. Your smile quickly disappeared. You blinked and looked again. The shelf was flipping empty.
Michael instantly recognised that tone, great more trouble to deal with. He lowers the shopping bags onto a nearby chair. "What's wrong now, baby?" You ignored him and checking the display again then the shelf underneath. Absolutely empty, you've got to be kidding. "No, no, no!!" Michael sighed rubbing his head already irritated.
A sales assistant noticed your expression and cautiously approached. "Can I help you find something?" "Yeah." You point towards the display. "The black lace one." The woman glanced at the shelf. "Oh. I'm sorry. We sold out earlier this week."
Silent, your hands ball up and you go stiff. Michael already knew damn well where the hell this was headed to. The sales assistant obviously didn't. "Sold out?"
"I'm afraid so." Your jaw dropped, tears about to form. "What do you mean sold out?" The poor woman started to seem nervous. "It was really popular." You look back at Michael then the saleswoman not knowing how to react to this devastating news. Slowly panicking, "There has to be one."
"No, because I came all the way out here for it."
"Baby," Michael warned softly. You ignored him again completely. All the employees nearby were suddenly finding reasons to stay close enough to listen.
"There are other styles that are similar—"
"I don't want similar., i want the one i came for."
The woman immediately stopped talking.
Michael stepped forward before the situation got any worse. His hand settled gently against your shoulder.
You turn towards him. "I don't want the other ones, Michael." His eyes look back and forth from your pouted lips. You look up at him through your thick lashes, trying to seem unaffected. He shakes his head at your attitude. "I know."
Micheal groans now on edge, "You're making this such an issue, stop it right now." He says sternly.
"They are, Mikey." You look up at him innocently trying to convince him like youdnor. "Baby, im not doing this-
"No, Michael." His thumb rubbed small circles against your shoulder, thinking today it would work on you. You folded your arms not backing down. Michael looked up briefly and noticed several people staring. That was when his expression changed. "Alright." You smile think he finally let you continue complaining or find it for you. "Let's go."
You spun around facing him, Your face was smitten with this bitchy persona that he caught onto. Your eyes widened. "What?"
"No." He wasn't asking anymore. "Come on."
You stayed exactly where you were. Michael sighed, then reached down, grabbing you shoulder and dragging you at as you screamed and had a hissy fit.
"Michael, get off of me, right now!!."
You tried pulling off him, but it was useless. His grip remained firm as he continued leading you out of the store, ignoring every complaint that left your mouth.
One thing you knew about Michael was that he never needed to raise his voice to shut a situation down. That was the worst part about arguing with him, he didn’t match your bitch energy, he did the opposite. He was annoyingly composed, like nothing you did could actually shake him the way you wanted it to.
He followed you out of Victoria’s Secret without reacting to your muttering, the bags still in his hands, your frustration still in your steps. You were expecting him to say something else, maybe argue back, maybe feed into it the way other people did. He just waited until you reached a quieter area of the mall, away from the crowd, before stopping completely. Michael set the bags down beside him, then turned to face you properly. No sunglasses now, just that direct look he used when he was done entertaining behaviour.
“Come here,” he said. You hesitated at first, still holding onto your attitude, but you didn’t actually move away. That was enough for him. He stepped closer instead, closing the space himself, and his hand came up to your shoulder firm enough that you couldn’t just brush it off like earlier.
“Look at me,” he said again, quieter this time.
You did, reluctantly. His expression wasn’t angry in the loud sense. It was worse than that.. tired. Not of you, but of the repeated pattern of this attitude of yours. “There’s nothing in that store,” he said flatly, nodding back vaguely toward where you came from, “that was worth doing all of that.” Your lips parted like you were going to argue, but he didn’t give you chance to.
“You don’t do that,” he continued, tone still even but harder now. “Not in public. Not with people watching. Not over something that small and silly.” That hit a nerve. Your eyes flicked away instantly, like you refused to accept it.
He exhaled through his nose, shifting his hand slightly on your shoulder like he was steadying himself more than you.
“I’m not doing this with you every time something doesn’t go your way,” he said more firmly now. “I don’t care how you feel about it, you don’t turn it into a scene.” That finally pulled your attention back, but you didn’t soften.
You just stared at him, jaw tight, refusing to give him what he wanted.
Michael held your gaze for a second longer, then looked down briefly at the bags on the floor before speaking again.
“You’ve had a good day. You’ve got more than enough already,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “And still somehow, it’s not enough in your pretty head.”
You huff then stare at the floor. “We’re going home,” he said simply. You blinked and look back up at him, confused. “That’s it?” you snapped. His eyes came back to yours immediately. “That’s it,” he repeated.
You scoffed under your breath, turning your head away like you were done with the conversation entirely, but he didn’t chase it.
Instead, he bent down, picked up the bags again, and turned slightly as if already expecting you not to follow his mood. As you stomp away, he gives your ass a rough slap, making you jump and turn back at him and scowl just making him chuckle.
The drive home was painfully quiet, which somehow irritated you more than if Michael had continued the lecture from the mall. Bill had pulled up outside the entrance not long after Michael called him, stepping out to open the door for you as he always did, but even that hadn't been enough to improve your mood.
Without so much as a glance in Michael's direction, you slipped into the backseat and immediately moved across to the furthest side of the car, pressing yourself against the door as though the extra few inches of distance would somehow prove a point.
Michael climbed in beside you a moment later, placing the shopping bags down carefully before settling into the seat. The only sound inside the car was the quiet hum of the engine and the distant noise of traffic outside, neither of you speaking as Bill guided the car through the streets. Eventually Michael turned his head slightly towards you, watching the way your attention remained glued to your phone. "You still upset, baby doll?" You didn't answer.
Instead, you opened your phone and began going through messages with exaggerated interest, your expression remaining stubbornly fixed on the device in your hands. The silence that followed was deliberate, childish even, but you didn't particularly care. If Michael was going to embarrass you in public then he could deal with the consequences. A quiet sigh left him.
Another huff escaped your lips.
Michael's jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again, clearly making an effort not to continue the argument. Out of habit more than anything else, his hand rested lightly against your thigh, a gesture so normal between the two of you that it usually went unnoticed. Hell. No.
Without even lifting your eyes from your phone, you immediately shifted away from him, pulling your leg from beneath his hand and moving even closer towards the door. The rejection was quick, obvious and entirely intentional.
Neither of you moved, then Michael slowly withdrew his hand and leaned back against the seat. "Alright," he muttered quietly. After that he stopped trying.
The rest of the journey passed in complete silence.
By the time Bill turned into the driveway, you already had your phone pressed to your ear. The second the car rolled to a stop, you climbed out without waiting for anyone, pushing past the front entrance and into the house while the call connected.
"Oh my God, Maddie, you're never gonna believe what this man just did." Your voice echoed through the foyer as you kicked off your heels carelessly and started towards the staircase.
"No, seriously, tell me why I wanted one thing. One thing. That's all I wanted today. I finally find it and suddenly everybody's acting like I've committed some sort of federal crime because I was pissed off they didn't have it."
The front door opened behind you don't bother looking back.
"And then he drags me out of the store and starts giving me a whole speech in the middle of the mall like I'm some kind of child. Apparently wanting a cute bra that was literally advertised is now me 'making a scene'."
You could practically feel Michael somewhere behind you as you climbed the stairs, your voice only getting louder the more you talked.
"No because be honest with me, darling, if you spent all afternoon looking for something and then it wasn't there, would you not be annoyed too? Exactly. Thank you."
By the time you reached the bedroom door, your irritation had worked itself into a full rant. Shopping bags knocked lightly against your legs as you disappeared into the room, continuing to complain down the phone, making sure he heard everything.
"Honestly, men are impossible. I swear he thinks because he bought me a few things today I'm supposed to suddenly stop having opinions."
The bedroom door slammed shut behind you.
Downstairs, Michael had heard every single word.
Michael laughed in disbelief, because somehow the fact that he'd spent four hours carrying shopping bags and buying you basically everything you'd pointed at had vanished from your perspective. By the time your bedroom door closed upstairs, Michael had already decided you would cool off eventually. Unfortunately, you had other plans.
An hour later he wandered into the kitchen looking for the orange juice he'd bought two days ago, only to stop dead when he spotted you standing beside the island.
A nearly empty glass sat in your hand and the carton sat on the counter. Empty. Your eyes met.
Slowly, deliberately, you took another sip.
Michael stared and so did you, "Was that the last one?" "Mhm."
"You knew I wanted some."
For a moment neither of you moved.
Then Michael simply nodded once and walked back out. Which was irritating because you had wanted a bigger reaction than that. The afternoon only became worse.
Whenever Michael entered a room, you somehow found yourself on the opposite side of it. If he sat on the sofa, you chose the armchair furthest away. If he moved outside, suddenly you remembered you loved being indoors. If he attempted conversation, your phone became fascinating. The entire thing was so obviously targeted at the problem earlier.
The staff ended up suffering too in this whole thing. Michael entered the dining room halfway through the afternoon to find you speaking with Maria, one of the many maids at the house. "Could you tell Mr. Jackson I'll be eating later?"
"Honey, I'm standing right here."
You didn't even look at him.
"Mhm. The woman looked terrified and very confused, looking between the both of you and then backing away into the hallway.
By evening he'd almost convinced himself you were finally finished. Then you came downstairs and definitely changed his mind. Michael looked up just as you walked into the room and immediately regretted it. The pale pink satin slip caught the light with every step, the silky fabric falling effortlessly against your figure while delicate lace traced the neckline and hem. It was simple, sweet even, yet somehow impossible to ignore, especially when you wore it with that stubborn look that had been driving him crazy all day. You looked incredible. You knew exactly what you were doing.
You didn't even acknowledge him, just walked straight past him as though he wasn't there. His eyes followed you despite himself.
The repeated answer came without hesitation.
Michael lowered the book in his hands.
"That's all I get?" You shrugged and then sat across from him on the couch, grabbing the remote.
"Guess so." Then playing a random show, putting up the volume.
Michael watched you for a few minutes, jaw tightening as you stretched out across the sofa, the silky dress riding up your thighs, exposing your smooth legs. Fuck, you had no panties on.
The television continued playing in the background while you stubbornly avoided looking at him, acting completely unbothered despite spending the entire day finding new ways to get under his skin, kicking your legs, teasingly.
Something finally snapped.
"You know what?" he muttered, dropping the book onto the floor. "Mhm?"
"Nope." The single word made you pause the video and look up at him. Before you could react, Michael was already crossing the room. "Michael—" You jump. "No."
You let out a surprised squeal as he effortlessly hauled you off the sofa despite your protest annnd over his shoulder.
"You had all day to act right."
Your protests echoed through the hallway as Michael carried you upstairs, completely unmoved by the dramatic kicking of your feet.
The bedroom door swung open and he stepped inside before throwing you on the bed.
You gasped loudly, half-heartedly intertwining with a loud whimper as Michael's hand lands on your ass, stinging but felt so good.
“You never listen to me.” He started, rubbing soothing circles over the skin he had smacked, “You’re so bitchy and spoilt.”
You groan at his harsh words, before moaning as another smack of his hand against your stinging ass. The pain twisted into pleasure, your thighs getting soaked from how wet you were getting. “All I wanted you to do was listen and you decided to be fucking disrespectful all day instead.”
You look back at him your legs quivering and face pouting. Grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. "Such a fucking brat." You moan at his stark words, realising what you just did you cover your mouth hoping he didn’t hear such a lewd response.
Michael suprised at your reaction, a dangerous smile creeping up onto his face, “Oh? You like being called a brat, huh?” He started, fingers trailing down the skin of your thighs, “You like it when I call you out for being my fucking spoiled doll?” He traces around your ankles and kisses them.
You let out a breathy plea, hips jerking towards as his long fingers dragged along your pussy, avoiding the opening where your cunt revealed itself to him, drenched in your slick “Please punish me, Daddy.” Michael allows a shuddering groan escape him, the sensuality of the nickname hitting him beneath his boxers where he twitched at every whine from your glossy plump lips.
His hands slid up your dress, and his digit pressed against your clit, your back arching off the bed, letting out a cut-off shriek as his finger rubs around your hole before sliding in. He fucks you with his fingers roughly and your noisy wet squelches fill the room, grabbing onto his arm, tears now falling freely from your eyes as he continues to slide his fingers out and shive them back in, watching as you shiver pathetically from his touch. You fucked yourself back onto him. His name cried out from you mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure as his fingers repeatedly abuse the sweet spot inside you that had you seeing heavens gates. "Oh, God, don’t stop!” You cried out, head thrown back.
"God, please fuck me, Mikey.." Eyes glossy and watering as you look up at him pleading.
“Beg for it.” He commanded, dipping just the tip of his middle finger into your spasming cunt, smirk deepening as you whined loudly. “God, please, daddy, I’ll be so good. I’ll be so fucking good for you— shit, please..” You cry out trembling, streaming eyes locked on his.
“Never ignore you again, Mikey, I promise."
You whine desperatly as he flips you over, ass arching in the air helpless, the head of cock slid between your folds, catching on your aching clit. Your hips pushed back into him at the addictive feeling, panting for more as he just stared down at you sternly.
“Convince me why I should let you have it, baby.” Michael started, gliding his stiff cock between your folds, collecting your slick over his warm tip, “Why should I let my girl have what she wants constantly..?”
“Fuck, please, daddy, please.”
Michael’s cock dragged to your entrance and slid inside stuffing you to the hilt as he bottomed out immediately, your cunt twitching aggressively as it struggled to accommodate his cock stretching you out. "fuuuck...” Michael groaned, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your convulsing hole wrapped beautifully around his rock-hard cock.
His thrusts were rough from the start, the first drag back and push in was harsh and brutal, slamming against your cervix each time. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as you cried out, mouth hanging ajar as you twitched around him, the filthiest noises leaving from your lips with each slam of his hips.
He didn't care he was fucking you like he hated you as he set a cruel pace, growling hungrily behind you as pleasure consumed him. Your hands waving behind you, pushing against his abs to shove him away, instead he grabs both your hands and plundged deeper stretching you open, causing him to fuck you senseless for your childish behaviourall day.
“‘t-too big, baby, i-i cantt!”
Michael landed another harsh slap to your ass cheek, “You can baby and you will. You owe it to me, doll, for being such a fucking bitch.” Michael noticed the way you clenched, begging for more as you sucked him in, and leant over to grab a fistful of your hair, hips slapping with your ass.
“‘im there!” You mumbled raspily. “you there? Im there too, princess, give into me. "Give Daddy what he wants for once in a while.” Michael grunted against your ear, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy so fuckin' good, you’ll never beg for anything again, baby”
You cried out loud enough so that everyone in the house could defo hear when your orgasm hit you at full force. You shivered in his grip, sticking his fingers your mouth for you to suck on to muffle your whines. Grabbing gently into the bare of your shoulder, to ground himself as his hips finally stuttered, burying himself as deep as he could, his warm cum flooding your sore pussy.
Michael, despite your whines of overstimulation, rolled lazy thrusts inside you, ignoring his own overwhelm as he fucked his cum further inside you, before pressing a soft, loving kiss on your back. When he pulled out, hissing at the sensation, you fall forward onto the bed, panting as you tried to grasp your breath and whole body sore and aching from the gruelling sex. Michael crashed next to you, sighing loudly, as he pulled you against his chest, until the only sound that filled the room was his soft jittery breaths.
You shake your frantically, "No, I promise to be good now.."
He presses a kiss on your forehead. "My pretty spoiled girl.."
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