“express yourself dont repress yourself”

you’ve been a fan of his for a long time, luckily grabbing a ticket for his concert in wembley stadium, and you’re absolutely going crazy right now.

all the fans are to be honest.

shouting, screaming, passing out. some of them are even throwing rings on the stage, asking him to marry them.

so you never even thought twice at what you were about to do. you knew that there was no way in hell he’d notice you. you are at the front of the crowd but there’s thousands of people surrounding you, doing silly things, so you didn’t think that when you raised your cropped shirt, flashing your tits and screaming “i want you to suck my tits michael!” that he’ll hear you.

not only did he hear you, but he saw you.

michael was performing his last song of the night ‘bad’. he was bouncing around the stage, singing and dancing, he even decided to come off stage and run down near where the audience were.

he saw you, right in front of the barriers with your shirt pulled up and your perfect tits bouncing around.

michael let’s out a shy chuckle into the mic, glancing away and running back on stage. he couldn’t help the warmth that settled deep into his stomach at the sight.

his fans are something else.

once his performance is done, the lights come on and he starts thanking his whole team, and the crowd as well for being so supportive. and that’s when he really sees your face in the bright light of the stadium. a pretty thing you are, still screaming your head off with no care in the world.

it’s only when michael gets lead off stage that he decides to whisper something to the security. “you see that girl in the audience who was right at the front and had the cherry shirt on, yeah her. bring her to my dressing room.”

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you’ve been a fan of his for a long time, luckily grabbing a ticket for his concert in wembley stadium, and you’re absolutely going crazy right now.

all the fans are to be honest.

shouting, screaming, passing out. some of them are even throwing rings on the stage, asking him to marry them.

so you never even thought twice at what you were about to do. you knew that there was no way in hell he’d notice you. you are at the front of the crowd but there’s thousands of people surrounding you, doing silly things, so you didn’t think that when you raised your cropped shirt, flashing your tits and screaming “i want you to suck my tits michael!” that he’ll hear you.

not only did he hear you, but he saw you.

michael was performing his last song of the night ‘bad’. he was bouncing around the stage, singing and dancing, he even decided to come off stage and run down near where the audience were.

he saw you, right in front of the barriers with your shirt pulled up and your perfect tits bouncing around.

michael let’s out a shy chuckle into the mic, glancing away and running back on stage. he couldn’t help the warmth that settled deep into his stomach at the sight.

his fans are something else.

once his performance is done, the lights come on and he starts thanking his whole team, and the crowd as well for being so supportive. and that’s when he really sees your face in the bright light of the stadium. a pretty thing you are, still screaming your head off with no care in the world.

it’s only when michael gets lead off stage that he decides to whisper something to the security. “you see that girl in the audience who was right at the front and had the cherry shirt on, yeah her. bring her to my dressing room.”

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it’s a crave that won’t leave. even though you embarrassed yourself that other day, you don’t believe that it’s impossible. michael’s fingers are long and slightly thick and he’s been able to get at least three inside of you once so his length should fit inside of you.

maybe you just weren’t prepped properly.

to be honest you just happened to think you were wet enough to take his girth but maybe just maybe you just weren’t worked open enough for him to fit.

you bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together in desperation.

you want him so damn bad. you need to feel the unbelievable pleasure of him inside of you.

you need it. you need it. you need it.

you can’t stop squirming in anticipation, not realising that every time you clench your thighs together, you accidentally push your ass back against michael’s groin.

michael stirs slightly, tightening his hold on your waist. “hm, stop moving.” he mumbles out, still half asleep.

“i can’t.” you whine, still fidgeting. you can already feel your cotton pyjama shorts start to get a bit uncomfortable, rubbing against your aching clit.

“baby.” it’s an almost growl, his wide palm moving from your waist to your hips, attempting to hold you still.

“mhmm i need you.” you whine. you want his dick inside you so bad that tears start to swell.

“it’s late, baby go to sleep.” michael grunts, settling his head in the dip of your shoulder.

“please.” you beg, turning your head and kissing the side of his mouth. you were hoping to latch onto his lips but because it’s so dark in the bedroom, you can’t see a single thing. “i won’t be able to sleep otherwise, i can take you this time… i promise.”

a deep rumble crawls out of michael’s throat at your filthy words. “mama… you gotta stop speakin’ like that.”

“i can take it.” you whisper. “i will take it, all of it.” you move your hand behind your back, slithering your hand down between your squished bodies and finding the waistband of michael’s shorts.

“baby hold— nghhh” his words trail off into a guttural groan when you slip your hand into his shorts and wrap your fingers around the base of his thick member.

you bite your lip giving it a small squeeze. michael digs his head in the crook of your neck, letting out tiny whimpers when you tighten your grip around him and move your hand down until your thumb reaches the tip.

“what— fuck… what if it still doesn’t fit.” michael babbles in your ear, as you continue to pump his length.

you giggle, knowing that you’ve already cracked his shy act. “then we just gotta make sure that you stretch me out good with those thick and long fingers of yours.”

and that’s how you ended up on your back with michael’s head between your thighs.

the only thing you can hear in the dark room is the loud slurps of michael eating you out like a man starved and your attempt at trying to muffle your moans.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, as another orgasm slams into you making you let out a drawled out moan. michael raises his head, his mouth slick with your juices.

“you always taste so good mama.” he coos, crawling up your body and locking his lips with yours in a messy kiss.

you hum into the kiss, licking and sucking on his plump lips. you continue kissing him until you feel his hand trail down until his thumb starts drawing short, quick circles on your swollen nub.

“ahh—” you gasp at the sudden sensation. your pussy is so sensitive after having orgasm after orgasm on just michael’s mouth.

“shh…” michael whispers, his pointer finger trailing down to your soaked hole. you clutch his shoulder when you feel the fullness of his finger sinking into you.

“you’re so goddamn tight.” michael hisses, pushing a second finger inside of you. “you wanna be so greedy and try and take my dick but you can’t even take my fingers.” he tuts.

“i can take it.” you whine, your mouth falling open in a silent moan when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of you. his fingers are so long and slightly thick that it makes you feel unbelievably full. the utter pleasure is so blissful that you can’t wait to take his whole length inside of you, because you will!

michael starts to pump his fingers faster, the wet squelch of your greedy cunt trying to suck his fingers back in with every move.

“is my baby able to take a third?” michael asks, not waiting for your answer and pushing a third finger inside of you.

“oh fuck!” you shout out, when he lowers his body so his mouth is face to face with your pussy. he continues the fast pace of his fingers plunging inside of you, but now he has his mouth closed around your clit. licking and swirling his tongue around your nub.

you grab his curls on top of his head, grinding your pelvis against his tongue. “i need it now. please i’m ready!” you plead, feeling the knot start to tighten deep in your stomach. you can feel another orgasm approaching.

michael growls, his dick so hard that it’s borderline painful.

michael sits up, taking off his shorts and boxers with quickness. you salivate at the sight of his large member, the tip glistening with pre cum. “please, please fuck me. fuck me, fuck me,” you whine, when he grabs onto your ankles and pushes them down so your knees are touching your breasts.

you let out an accidental squeal at the sudden movement. you’re even shocked at yourself at the awkward flexibility. you never even knew your legs could go that far up.

michael uses one hand to hold your ankles together and the other hand to use the tip of his dick to rub up against your cunt and gather some of your juices.

you feel his thick, mauve tip nudge at your hole, your cunt clenching around nothing. his hips push against yours, ever so softly like he’s afraid to hurt you.

“put it in!” you whine, tears of frustration starting to fall down your cheeks. you want him inside you so damn bad.

his eyes snap up to yours, narrowing. “you want it?”

you nod desperately.

“you gon’ take it?”

you huff, feeling the pressure of his wide, mushroom head tip just there. so close to breaching you walls and here he is asking you silly questions.

“yes, oh my fucking god just— nghhh fuckkkk!” you scream, when michael snaps his hips against yours, plunging his whole length inside of you with just one singular thrust.

the stretch is overwhelming. it’s something that you’ve never felt before. not when he has fucked you with his fingers, not when you were able to take just the tip a couple nights ago, no this is something different.

it feels… it feels like he’s in your throat.

“oh jesus.” michael groans, nearly crushing you with his body weight at just the feeling of your warm, gummy walls suffocating his length.

he swore that he’s never felt something so good in his life.

you only get a few seconds to breathe until michael starts moving. you’re helpless, your voice hoarse from your moans. feeling the thick ridge of his length plunging into you and stealing your breath with every single thrust.

“so,” thrust “fuckin’,” thrust “tight.”

you’re a babbling mess, drool dripping down your chin, at the quickness of michael’s movements. his pace is so fast that you have no chance to catch your breath until he’s plunging back inside you again.

michael is fucking you, the way you need to be fucked.

you’ve been begging for this, and he’s giving it to you.

another orgasm slams into you without warning, making you clench even harder around him.

“oh shit—fuck… i’m gonna… i can’t—” michael slams into you one final time, sheathing his length so far into you that when you look down, you can see the faint bulge of his length deep in your stomach. michael lets out a guttural groan, spilling his seed so far that you won’t be surprised if it meets your cervix.

he stays inside of you, letting go of your aching legs. your legs fall down limply, you arms coming around his neck so you can hold him close to you. “thank you,” you pant. thankful that after all the begging and whining he’s finally given in and gave you exactly what you wanted.

a loud knock sounds on his door, followed by a shout. “michael jackson, are you doing what i think you’re doing?” jackie yells through the door.

“he definitely is!” marlon laughs.

“i didn’t know you had that in you mike, you’re so lucky mother ain’t home tonight.” jermaine yells.

michael groans, burying his face in your neck. he’s going shy after fucking the literal life out of you.

“go away!” michael shouts, his voice muffled by your neck but somehow his brothers still heard him.

“then don’t wake us up in the night with your shenanigans then!” jackie yells, you both hear the retreating footsteps of his brothers going back to their rooms.

you giggle, cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss on his lips. “you’re so adorable.”

“i can’t believe you woke me up to do that.” michael looks at you wide eyed, even though you can feel his length still hard inside of you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, clenching your cunt around him and making him groan.

“oh shush.” you kiss him again, this time more forcefully. “why don’t we be more quiet this time hm?”

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it’s a crave that won’t leave. even though you embarrassed yourself that other day, you don’t believe that it’s impossible. michael’s fingers are long and slightly thick and he’s been able to get at least three inside of you once so his length should fit inside of you.

maybe you just weren’t prepped properly.

to be honest you just happened to think you were wet enough to take his girth but maybe just maybe you just weren’t worked open enough for him to fit.

you bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together in desperation.

you want him so damn bad. you need to feel the unbelievable pleasure of him inside of you.

you need it. you need it. you need it.

you can’t stop squirming in anticipation, not realising that every time you clench your thighs together, you accidentally push your ass back against michael’s groin.

michael stirs slightly, tightening his hold on your waist. “hm, stop moving.” he mumbles out, still half asleep.

“i can’t.” you whine, still fidgeting. you can already feel your cotton pyjama shorts start to get a bit uncomfortable, rubbing against your aching clit.

“baby.” it’s an almost growl, his wide palm moving from your waist to your hips, attempting to hold you still.

“mhmm i need you.” you whine. you want his dick inside you so bad that tears start to swell.

“it’s late, baby go to sleep.” michael grunts, settling his head in the dip of your shoulder.

“please.” you beg, turning your head and kissing the side of his mouth. you were hoping to latch onto his lips but because it’s so dark in the bedroom, you can’t see a single thing. “i won’t be able to sleep otherwise, i can take you this time… i promise.”

a deep rumble crawls out of michael’s throat at your filthy words. “mama… you gotta stop speakin’ like that.”

“i can take it.” you whisper. “i will take it, all of it.” you move your hand behind your back, slithering your hand down between your squished bodies and finding the waistband of michael’s shorts.

“baby hold— nghhh” his words trail off into a guttural groan when you slip your hand into his shorts and wrap your fingers around the base of his thick member.

you bite your lip giving it a small squeeze. michael digs his head in the crook of your neck, letting out tiny whimpers when you tighten your grip around him and move your hand down until your thumb reaches the tip.

“what— fuck… what if it still doesn’t fit.” michael babbles in your ear, as you continue to pump his length.

you giggle, knowing that you’ve already cracked his shy act. “then we just gotta make sure that you stretch me out good with those thick and long fingers of yours.”

and that’s how you ended up on your back with michael’s head between your thighs.

the only thing you can hear in the dark room is the loud slurps of michael eating you out like a man starved and your attempt at trying to muffle your moans.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, as another orgasm slams into you making you let out a drawled out moan. michael raises his head, his mouth slick with your juices.

“you always taste so good mama.” he coos, crawling up your body and locking his lips with yours in a messy kiss.

you hum into the kiss, licking and sucking on his plump lips. you continue kissing him until you feel his hand trail down until his thumb starts drawing short, quick circles on your swollen nub.

“ahh—” you gasp at the sudden sensation. your pussy is so sensitive after having orgasm after orgasm on just michael’s mouth.

“shh…” michael whispers, his pointer finger trailing down to your soaked hole. you clutch his shoulder when you feel the fullness of his finger sinking into you.

“you’re so goddamn tight.” michael hisses, pushing a second finger inside of you. “you wanna be so greedy and try and take my dick but you can’t even take my fingers.” he tuts.

“i can take it.” you whine, your mouth falling open in a silent moan when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of you. his fingers are so long and slightly thick that it makes you feel unbelievably full. the utter pleasure is so blissful that you can’t wait to take his whole length inside of you, because you will!

michael starts to pump his fingers faster, the wet squelch of your greedy cunt trying to suck his fingers back in with every move.

“is my baby able to take a third?” michael asks, not waiting for your answer and pushing a third finger inside of you.

“oh fuck!” you shout out, when he lowers his body so his mouth is face to face with your pussy. he continues the fast pace of his fingers plunging inside of you, but now he has his mouth closed around your clit. licking and swirling his tongue around your nub.

you grab his curls on top of his head, grinding your pelvis against his tongue. “i need it now. please i’m ready!” you plead, feeling the knot start to tighten deep in your stomach. you can feel another orgasm approaching.

michael growls, his dick so hard that it’s borderline painful.

michael sits up, taking off his shorts and boxers with quickness. you salivate at the sight of his large member, the tip glistening with pre cum. “please, please fuck me. fuck me, fuck me,” you whine, when he grabs onto your ankles and pushes them down so your knees are touching your breasts.

you let out an accidental squeal at the sudden movement. you’re even shocked at yourself at the awkward flexibility. you never even knew your legs could go that far up.

michael uses one hand to hold your ankles together and the other hand to use the tip of his dick to rub up against your cunt and gather some of your juices.

you feel his thick, mauve tip nudge at your hole, your cunt clenching around nothing. his hips push against yours, ever so softly like he’s afraid to hurt you.

“put it in!” you whine, tears of frustration starting to fall down your cheeks. you want him inside you so damn bad.

his eyes snap up to yours, narrowing. “you want it?”

you nod desperately.

“you gon’ take it?”

you huff, feeling the pressure of his wide, mushroom head tip just there. so close to breaching you walls and here he is asking you silly questions.

“yes, oh my fucking god just— nghhh fuckkkk!” you scream, when michael snaps his hips against yours, plunging his whole length inside of you with just one singular thrust.

the stretch is overwhelming. it’s something that you’ve never felt before. not when he has fucked you with his fingers, not when you were able to take just the tip a couple nights ago, no this is something different.

it feels… it feels like he’s in your throat.

“oh jesus.” michael groans, nearly crushing you with his body weight at just the feeling of your warm, gummy walls suffocating his length.

he swore that he’s never felt something so good in his life.

you only get a few seconds to breathe until michael starts moving. you’re helpless, your voice hoarse from your moans. feeling the thick ridge of his length plunging into you and stealing your breath with every single thrust.

“so,” thrust “fuckin’,” thrust “tight.”

you’re a babbling mess, drool dripping down your chin, at the quickness of michael’s movements. his pace is so fast that you have no chance to catch your breath until he’s plunging back inside you again.

michael is fucking you, the way you need to be fucked.

you’ve been begging for this, and he’s giving it to you.

another orgasm slams into you without warning, making you clench even harder around him.

“oh shit—fuck… i’m gonna… i can’t—” michael slams into you one final time, sheathing his length so far into you that when you look down, you can see the faint bulge of his length deep in your stomach. michael lets out a guttural groan, spilling his seed so far that you won’t be surprised if it meets your cervix.

he stays inside of you, letting go of your aching legs. your legs fall down limply, you arms coming around his neck so you can hold him close to you. “thank you,” you pant. thankful that after all the begging and whining he’s finally given in and gave you exactly what you wanted.

a loud knock sounds on his door, followed by a shout. “michael jackson, are you doing what i think you’re doing?” jackie yells through the door.

“he definitely is!” marlon laughs.

“i didn’t know you had that in you mike, you’re so lucky mother ain’t home tonight.” jermaine yells.

michael groans, burying his face in your neck. he’s going shy after fucking the literal life out of you.

“go away!” michael shouts, his voice muffled by your neck but somehow his brothers still heard him.

“then don’t wake us up in the night with your shenanigans then!” jackie yells, you both hear the retreating footsteps of his brothers going back to their rooms.

you giggle, cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss on his lips. “you’re so adorable.”

“i can’t believe you woke me up to do that.” michael looks at you wide eyed, even though you can feel his length still hard inside of you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, clenching your cunt around him and making him groan.

“oh shush.” you kiss him again, this time more forcefully. “why don’t we be more quiet this time hm?”

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