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đ pervyboss!michael x secretary!reader anyone?.. (18+)
đŹontent â¤ď¸ invincible!era (gif is 2007, lets pretend this is 2002), explicit themes, age gap implied (28, 44) mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies, p in v, unprotected sex, michael's a power dom ouuu, michael's a bit stern in the bedroom, not proofread, just smutty asl alright
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á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who couldn't stop staring when you waltzed in, hips naturally swaying in your tiny pencil skirt. sure, the amount of leg you decided to show off in the office was extremely unprofessional, but was michael going to say anything about it? absolutely not. he loved to watch you sashay through the corridors of the maze that was cubicles, constantly looking up from his paperwork to catch a glimpse of your perky ass struggling to breathe behind the fabric.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who palmed himself during meetings whenever you peeked in the conference room to tell him something. your luscious hair, your breaking even blazer paired with your lowcut shirt that cupped your breasts just the right way, your smile. lord, your smile. when he'd return to his office, he'd quietly groan in pain from his aching erection, looking up to make sure you weren't facing his direction. you made his body ache with your presence alone.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who deliberately would call you into his office multiple times a day just to get a look at you. he'd make up faux tasks such as fixing the position of his pen bucket, or picking up something he dropped on the floor purposefullyâof course, just to watch you bend over innocently, biting his bottom lip in return.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who slides you hints about just how smitten he truly is. things like:
"you look pretty today."
"i might need to get hr on the phone if you keep looking at me like that."
"wish you could be in my office all the time, y'know that?"
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who dreads just how fast you catch on. ever since you did, every interaction became more anticipating. you purposefully unbuttoned your blazer when visiting his office, his gaze immediately locking with your cleavage and roaming down to your waist. you were such a tease.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who fantasizes about fucking you dumb at work. if only he could bend you over the copier, stripping you of everything but your silver initial necklace and your pink pumps, taking you in front of the whole office. oh, he'd have a field day. imagining you moaning his name loud and clear for everyone to heed, all while in reality he sat slouching at his desk with a pile of papers beside him.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who asks you out at the office christmas party, to which you obviously oblige. he had been playing eye-tag with you the entire night, and finally gained courage after your co-worker girlfriends pushed him to make a move.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who finally gets into your panties after a countless amount of dates, realizing his dreams have come true. he gets to lay down and watch in awe as your utterly sublime body work your magic on his cock. he knew it was morally wrongâa boss and his secretaryâbut, how could he not help himself? your perfect tits bouncing in his face all whilst your body did the same. michael's hands resting on your hips, rapidly moving up and down as you did.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who makes you call him "mr. jackson" while he relentlessly pounds into you. he loved hearing your gorgeous cords scream and whine his name while you embodied his fantasy, your necklace and heels being your only articles of clothing.
"who's in charge again, dollface?" his mouth spat out, working your pussy to the max below.
"you, mr. jackson! it's always you-mmh!" you obediently yelped out, your core hot and worn. you didn't think someone of his age could fuck like such a young man.
"you're so bad-damn-such a good secretary for mr. jackson.."
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who makes you kneel all pretty in front of him while he comes in your mouth. his seed sweet and thick, maintaining his locked gaze as you swallow everything received. he pulls you up gently, index and thumb along your jawline as he smashes his lips against yours. your sweet lips mixed with a tinge of his semen. it was heavenly.
á˘đŠ Â Öš . pervyboss!michael who teases you at work ever since that night, mimicking your moaned words any time it was the two of you alone. he would occasionally pinch your rear, planting a small smack on your ass before pretending as if nothing happened. he became the tease.
"what? why aren't you answering the phones like i asked?" he would playfully smile, sticking his tongue out at you.
"sorry, mr. jackson." you frowned, exiting his office.
"attagirl."
i hope you loved reading this as much as i loved writing it lmao. sometimes i cannot fathom how this man never got panties thrown at him on stage because girll đ anyways, love you guys with all my heart!!
liquid temptation ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ m. jackson
wc: 4.7k
coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader
era: thriller
summary: a drunken night out causes michael to end up giving in to his sexual desires after several months of denying you due to his religious beliefs.
warnings: heavy smut, drunken sex (unprotected), virgin!michael (yes again), sub!michael towards the end, michael mentions of alcohol use, accidental creampie, both !m and !f oral receiving, soft dom!reader, religion & values, sloppy makeout sesh, themes of guilt, michaelâs obsessed with your tittieeesss,
a/n: back with some dirty shit
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You & Michael are approximately 2 hours deep into this unexpected night, tipsy & staggered from the multiple drinks youâve been bought from various people. Pulsing fluorescent lights reflect off your tanned skin as you move fluidly to the music, a sheen coat of sweat covering your bare arms from the humidity of the room.
Michael hadnât been on the dance floor yet despite your pleas, heâs still a little shy even when heâs drunk. Instead, heâd prefer to watch you as he sat at the bar, sipping on some mysterious liquor Quincey had brought him. His thick curls stuck to his temples from everyoneâs body heat pooling in the room, yet he still kept his flannel shirt buttoned up right to the top.
Youâd look over your shoulder at him occasionally, relishing in the way heâd ogle at the lower half of your body with an unconscious bite of his lip. Or when heâd giggle around the rim of his glass when youâd gyrate your hips in his direction intentionally, showing off the curve of your ass in your jeans.
Youâd love to tease him like that, testing his endurance. Michael was a faithful, religious man. He believed in the avoidance of sexual & lustful acts before marriage. He grew up around that motive all his life, especially with his family. But heâs an adult now with his own choices, yet heâs still stuck in the mindset of a 15 year old boy who has to follow the rules, or has to abide by what his parents taught him. He doesnât fully realise he is his own man now, & his natural love for women doesnât help.
Heâd deny himself for months, stopping when things got too intimate with you, or made him feel something he didnât know how to handle. Itâs not like he didnât want to, youâd feel the stiffness of his cock poke your thigh every time you two were making out, or even simply cuddling. But whenever you were just about to make it to the inside of his pants, heâd stop you politely, taking your hand away.
âBaby, not yet,â heâd always say.
Alas, being Michaelâs girl was a positive experience. You got to live the upper-echelon life, such as being invited to private parties in Beverly Hills by people who worked alongside him. At first, Michael didnât even want to go to this party, said itâs not his thing. You were in the middle, you wanted to get him out of his comfort zone & have fun for the night since you two werenât up to much. In the end, you had convinced him enough to go, so here you were.
Michael turns his head, his trance broken as he hears a muffled voice call his name. Itâs a trendy young man, probably successful or famous. He looks like he has money, though Michael doesnât seem to know him. But of course, everyone knows Michael. The manâs smiling with all teeth, holding out his hand for a handshake.
Michael takes his hand immediately, smiling back as they share a quick & rough pat on the back.
âLove your music, man!â He shouts over the speakers.
Michael semi-yells a thank you that comes out louder & sloppier than expected. He averts his gaze back to you, already distracted by your femininity. Your hands flay in the air as your hair paints your face, youâre loving every second.
âThat y'girl?â He shouts near Michael's ear.
Michael snaps his head at him & nods like heâs proud to say yes.
âYeah, thatâs my girl. Beautiful ainât she?â He practically says to himself, his voice high and sweet. His half-lidded drunken eyes stay glued on you.
The man throws him a small nod of approval, a playful smirk on his face.
âDamn right she is. Treat her right, man. In both ways if yâknow what I mean.â He laughs, nudging him.
Michael lets his words hang in the air for a few seconds before laughing back, not quite sure why heâs laughing. Deep down, he wants you so damn bad. He craves you, he hates that he canât have you yet. He feels embarrassed that he canât provide that side of intimacy to his girl as a man. But god, if he could, he knew that embarrassment would vanish in no time.
Before Michael could fully respond, the man was strutting away, yelling at someone else. What he said made something shift in his brain, giving him a surge of confidence. How can he sit away from something so beautiful? He tips the last drops of his drink down his throat before placing it on the bar table with a clank. You see him walk over to you on the dance floor with an anticipative yet hungry look on his face. Your face lights up in surprise as he gets closer, doing a reeling motion with your hands. He chuckles from slight embarrassment.
As soon as he reaches you he places his hands on the small of your waist, rubbing absentmindedly. He looks at you like youâre the only girl in his world, like youâre a gift from God. He leans down towards your ear, moving the hair away,
âI missed you.â He whispers hoarsely, you can smell the alcohol on his hot breath.
You feel heat pool to your cheeks, a small smile creeping up the edges of your glossy lips.
âI missed you too, finally decided to come over huh?â
You place your hands on his shoulders as you push yourself up to pepper a kiss on his cheek. The second your lips were about to touch his face, he turns his head to meet you in the middle for a messy kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. His breath hitches immediately, his brows furrowing as he pushes his body flush against yours, his hands growing tighter as they grab the fat of your hips.
He wastes no time in opening his mouth & wrapping his tongue around yours. His chest heaves as he tilts his head to the side, making an impossible attempt to deepen the kiss & get closer. You were caught off guard by his forwardness, he never usually initiated makeouts first, it was always you. You werenât complaining though. Youâd been waiting months for this energy, & now that is was finally here you were practically buzzing.
You sling your arms over his shoulders, connecting your hands around the back of his neck as you kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. The tips of your fingers play with his curls at the nape of his neck as you hum pleasantly on his lips.
You feel Michaelâs breaths fall shallow, panting in your mouth as the same feeling heâd usually try to avoid starts to crescendo inside of him. Thatâs when you feel something hard poking on your thigh, you knew it was him.
You break the kiss breathlessly, a thin glistening line of your mixed salvia snapping.
âMichaelââ you mumble. You look down between his legs.
The sight before you has you frozen. His bulge swells beneath his brown courdroy pants as if it wants to escape, almost looking painful. His chest continues to rise & fall as he looks down, instinctively covering it with one hand.
âMâ sorry, just want you so bad. I donât know why I feel like this tonight,â he says sloppily, his lips puffy & wet.
He can barely stand on two feet, constantly swaying from side to side. You giggle as you put your hands on his chest to steady him, the little circles you trace making him swallow. His eyes are glassy under the light, laced with this lust & neediness that you secretly love. You wanted to put him out of his misery so badly â but heâd never let you.
âHow much did you drink tonight?â You tease, your voice as sweet as candy.
âA lot, I think.â
Your hands make your way to the top button of his shirt, attempting to undo it. His hand flies to yours to stop it.
âWhat are you doin'?â He giggles.
âRelax baby, Itâs just so hot in here, are you not burning up in this?â you say smoothly.
You knew that wasnât the only reason. You just wanted to loosen him up, step by step. He lets his hand down as he watches you undo his top button, then the second, then the third. His exposed chest glows under the fluorescent lights, deep & rich in color.
You run a hand along his bare skin, looking at him for any sign of discomfort. You donât find any, for once he doesnât look that nervous at all. His hands find your hips again, pulling you in against his frame as he gnaws on his bottom lip. He leans forward towards your neck, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Your sweet feminine scent drives him crazy. The way his warm breath gently grazes your neck gives you goosebumps. You squeeze your thighs as you feel your cunt start to pulsate.
âDo you always smell this lovely?â He whispers against you as he continues smelling your neck area like a feline.
âBaby, whatâs gotten into you?â You chuckle.
You just stand there, letting him smother himself all over you. If youâre being honest, his sudden wave of confidence threw you off guard, now youâre the one all nervous.
You gently slide one of your hands in between your glued bodies, making your way to his thighs. Your other hand on his lower back. You caress one gently, the sensation immediately making him wince. He flutters his eyes shut as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, not knowing what to do with himself.
You both end up deepening the kiss, the sides of your mouth growing wet. He whimpers your name into your lips as if heâs physically struggling to contain something. He pulls away a mere inch just enough to murmur,
âGod help me.â
You feel him lightly grab your hand, moving it lower & lower until it reaches his bulge. Your eyes shot up at him, twinkling with mischief. Thatâs the last thing you expected him to do.
His forehead falls onto yours as he presses your palm against his cock, rewarding a low & relieving groan from his throat. He feels like rock in your grasp, making you salivate. Thank god youâre practically in the dark. You can feel his entire shaft as if there's no material on it, that's how erect he is. You give it a singular stroke from bottom to top, causing his mouth to fall agape.
âMikeyââ
âLetâs go home, Iâll call a cabâ he plants a kiss on your collarbone, then on your lips, âPlease.â
This is the first time Michaelâs ever made a move like that. That was the first time youâd ever felt him down there, your heart skipped a beat the second you touched it. Youâve dreamt of that moment for months, him being all needy for your touch.
Michael called a cab the second you agreed to leave, rushing outside as he held your hand tight. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, his first priority was to get you home.
You gave the cab driver a hard time when you got in. You were all over each other on the ride home. You were both already spent, breathless & hot as you rammed your tongues down each other's throats, occasionally missing due to the darkness of the backseat. You could tell Michael was still trying to keep things safe, only making out with you. Not touching your 'lady parts' or anything, as he would call them. His hands would tremble as he held your shoulders tight, pushing his face into yours. You slide your hands under his flannel shirt, running your hands over his taut nâ clammy abdomen.
Kissing was the only thing he knew, the only thing he could do without feeling sinful. So it makes sense why his kisses feel so heated & desperate, his body needs more, yet itâs like heâs only restricted himself for kissing.
The red light at the junction illuminates the back seat, temporarily revealing your faces to each other. Michael looks down at your chest, your breasts almost falling out of your skimpy little top. He gently touches your necklace hanging above your cleavage, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"So beautiful, you're heaven-sent." He says, his voice cracking from being unused for the past 20 minutes of straight kissing.
When the taxi finally pulled up outside the house, Michael was already reaching for the door handle before the engine had fully settled. He shot a look at you, his face full of nerves & anticipation. You couldnât help the smile that crept up on your face.
âThank you,â you tell the driver. Michael was already out the car in a hurry, waiting on you.
Neither of you said anything as you scurried onto the front porch, desperate to be alone together. Michael drops the keys as he tries to get the lock open as soon as possible.
You didnât quite know what it was Michael was rushing for, you had an idea, yet it seemed completely unrealistic given his morals.
Finally, he manages to get the front door open, ushering you in first before shutting it behind him with a slam.
He places the keys on the console table, turning to you. He burries his face into your neck, his hands running down your thighs. You laugh breathlessly, looking down at the floor.
âYouâre gonna have to tell me to stop cusâ I canât keep my hands off you, Iâm sorry.â Michael cooes, his pants feeling tighter around his crotch again.
Telling him to stop was the last thing on your mind, that would be absurd. You look up at him through your lashes, puckering your lips a little, toying with him.
âI like it,â you whisper.
You plant a kiss on the sweet spot of his neck. His scent is warm & alluring, notes of fresh soap, vanilla, & a night out. You twist your head more, opening your mouth as you let your tongue glide wetly against his supple skin.
Heâs never been kissed on the neck by you before, so the feeling immediately makes him freeze & contract, his eyes threatening to roll back to his head.
âOh myââ He whimpers.
He pulls away before you can get into it, grabbing your both your hands.
âCome upstairs with me.â He asks you, his words slurred as he starts to pull you towards the stairs.
You both make it to your bedroom, but itâs pitch black. You hear Michael click the door shut. Neither of you say anything for a second, the tension is thick in the air. You feel your cunt start to dampen due to the anticipation.
You stumble across the floor towards where you think your bedside lamp would be, you find it & flip the switch. The lamp casts a dim amber atmosphere. As soon as Michael sees where you are, he walks towards you, guiding you to the bed by your waist.
He plops himself down on the mattress, keeping his hands on you firmly. You stand between his open legs as you stroke his head, he looked so cute like this. His big brown eyes stay fixed on yours, never faltering. He moves his hands higher up your waist so theyâre sitting a little below your breasts.
âWhat is it you want, Mikey?â You say just below a whisper, tilting your head.
âI want you.â
His voice is laced with confusion, like he feels ashamed to even admit such an obvious thing. He canât help his boyish urges, itâs only biological & one can only take so much before it cracks.
His hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your bare stomach. He plays with your belly button piercing first, giving it a little kiss. He continues to drag his face along your skin, his breath hitching as he peppers kisses at the same time, his lips felt burning hot against you.
You drop your head back slightly at the feeling, muttering his name as your hands stay in his hair.
He leans away, starting to pull up your shirt slow & steady. He looks at you as if to earn your approval. You hum in agreement as you help him lift your shirt off, leaving you in your white laced bra, your t-shirt forgotten on the floor.
Michael gawks at your plumpy breasts, his eyes darting back & fourth from them to your face, as if he canât believe youâre real. The fit was a little too small for you, so the tops were on the verge of falling out which didnât help him.
You reach around as you begin to unclasp your bra, startling him.
He looked like a deer in headlights, about to freak out or something. You place one hand on his cheek, stroking him with your thumb.
âYou wanna see them?â You ask, your voice wooing him deeper.
Michael nods slowly, looking a little ashamed. He canât even utter the courage to physically say yes, like if he does heâd be struck down.
You return your hand to your clasp, undoing it completely. Your full, perky breasts fall free once the material falls, sitting neatly in-front of his face while your nipples stiffen up from your arousal.
Michaelâs gawks at them, his lips slightly parted. He didnât know what to do with this sweet piece of ass in front of him, he couldnât handle it. Heâs never seen a naked woman in front of him before. Sure, heâd seen them when heâd flip through Playboy magazines in secret before he met you, but never in person. Heâd always feel guilty for simply looking, or for the way his cock would twitch.
âTheyâre so pretty.â
âThank you, honey. You can feel them if you want.â You reply.
You take his hands, pulling them up & placing them on your breasts. You let his hands go, allowing him to get used to the feeling. He wastes no time in rubbing & squeezing them, his pupils blown out as he looks at you, completely enamoured.
You watch him come undone every second that passes, his body becoming less stiff, more fluid & relaxed. Finally, his mental restraint snaps. He holds one in his hand as he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your right nipple with a warm, gentle pull & a swirl of his tongue. The sudden shock of pleasure draws a breath from your lungs, making your thighs clench.
âOh my god Michaelââ
His other hand reaches up, rolling your hard nub between his fingers in time with each wet pull of his mouth. He continues this for a few minutes, completely fine with doing it for hours.
He releases you from his mouth with a wet pop as you push him back onto the mattress. His belt buckle rattles as you fiddle to get it open. You manage to slide it off in one motion, throwing it behind you. You undo his button next, inching him to lift his hips up so you can remove his pants.
Michael grows impatient as he scurries to help you push them down to his thighs until you take over & pull them off completely. You feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight of his cock standing tall under his white boxers, the outline & shape clear as day.
Honestly, you didnât expect him to look as big as he does. You wonder how it will even fit inside of you. The way it swells makes you pout, feeling even more obliged to put him out of his misery by milking him dry.
âYou sure you wanna do this baby? We can stop yâknow.â You reassure him, running your hands up his prickly thighs.
âPlease, I donât care anymore. I need you, God I need you. It hurts to say no to you.â He practically whimpers the words, dragging a hand over one of your breasts.
You automatically bite your lip at his desperation, moving your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.
You grab the waistband of his boxers & start pulling them down slowly, his shaft revealing itself more & more the farther down they get. His cock springs free as soon as you get them completely off, slick pre-cum already pooling at the top of his head.
His cock was visibly perfect, his tip a deep mauve tone. Long veins were raised beneath the delicate skin, gently pulsating.
You feel Michaelâs hand wrap around your hair, grabbing gently as he anticipates your mouth.
âPlease, pleaseââ he begs.
You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving his tip a small kitten lick, lapping up his juices. The saltiness of his fluids made you hum, the vibrations sending him over the edge.
His body contracts the second your tongue touches him, lengthy groans ripping from his throat as he struggles to stay tame. One of his hands grips the sheets, his knuckles turning white as the other remains tangled in your hair.
You begin lowering your head, attempting to take him all in one go. Your nose grazes his pubic hair, his size causing soft gags to erupt from your throat.
âAhây-yes!â He cries, his eyes gradually making their way to the back of his head.
You couldnât imagine how Michael mustâve been feeling right now, containing all that horniness for months only to get his cock sucked in the most vulgar way possible for the first time.
Trails of your saliva run down the sides of your mouth as you begin bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. You yourself were drunk, so keeping a rhythm & not sucking messily felt hard.
Michaelâs hand guides your head up & down as if it has a mind of its own, not aware what heâs doing. He was too far gone, heâs entire body stiffened up from the intense pleasure you were giving him.
He opens his eyes as he rises his head up, looking at you worryingly.
âI feel something happening,â he warns as his abs start to clench. âIf you stop now, it wonât count, right?â He barely manages to get the sentence out, his voice cracking.
You release him from your mouth with a pop, stroking him absentmindedly. You chuckle to yourself, he really thinks if you stop before he cums, this sinful act wonât count.
âItâs okay to want want me, Michaelâ You mewl.
He throws his head back on the sheets, accepting his defeat. His body still twitching as you stroke him.
You stand on your feet as you start to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down & off your feet. He sits up, sliding his hands across the hem of your lace panties before slowly pulling them down, watching the way your pussy reveals itself to him in awe.
Before you could do anything else, Michael presses his face into your glossy folds, holding your ass in place so you donât fall.
A pornographic moan spills from your lips as you tip your head back, followed by your eyes. He moves his head down for a better angle, lapping & sucking up all your juices. His tongue swirls around your entrance, hitting your clit occasionally making you wince.
âMore, please moreââ
He flips you around onto the bed, immediately diving between your legs to continue feeding off you. You keep your legs open for him as he holds the backs, pushing them forward. He flattens his tongue against the bottom of your slit, dragging it all the way up with a groan. He continues doing that a few times for his own gain, sending you over the edge.
You pinch your eyes shut as you start to feel your thighs clench around nothing, a familiar sensation starting to grow in your lower belly.
âYouâre gonna make me come if you donât stop.â You moan out.
If anything, he speeds up. You tug at the sheets while the messy slurps from his drunken mouth bring you closer. Your breathing falls shallow, paired with little whimpers as the feeling grows stronger until it finally takes over you.
âRight there, y-yes, coming!â
Black spots cloud your vision, your thighs trembling in his grasp as the cord in your belly snaps. Youâve never came so hard in your life, it was almost painful.
Michael crawls on top of you like a cat as he brings you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips alone. You hold his face, his hands braced next to your head. You exhale as you feel his cock tap against your pussy, wanting to enter.
Michael moves himself up & down, his tip sliding against your slit beautifully. Both of you being so so wet makes the sliding easy, almost slipping in every now & then.
âWant it so bad, ma. Please say yes.â He whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues dragging it along your slit.
âTake it baby, tâs all yours.â
You push his ass, slowly crowning his tip inside you. A bittersweet sting forms as he plunges himself deeper inside, every inch forcing a moan out of the both of you. You sling your hands around his shoulders, keeping your legs open as wide as possible in hopes heâll fit completely.
âSoâtight, God.â He breathes out, pushing the last inches inside.
Once heâs fully in, heâs already panting, the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him making him weak. He takes a minute to get used to the feeling before starting to move. A few seconds pass & he starts moving, dragging his cock fully out before plunging back in.
Your breasts move beneath him with each gentle thrust, making him latch mouth onto one momentarily, greedy to have every part of you at once. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly with precision every second, you honestly felt like you could cum at any moment if you let yourself.
It doesnât take much longer before heâs speeding up, the slick plaps of skin meeting skin starting to creep up the harder he goes. A sweet, foamy ring of white starts to form around the base of his cock with each thrust.
Michael would rather keep his eyes open to look at your pretty little face, yet he finds it very hard. His eyes are pressed shut, trying to hide from the sinful reality. His face dug into your neck as he mumbles gibberish to himself, completely pussy whipped.
âFeelsâgood Mikey, you feel so fucking good.â You say, your voice jumping from his searing thrusts.
You feel his tongue graze your neck as his mouth opens, attempting to respond but to no avail.
He continues snapping his hips into you, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly every-time. Not one second goes by where you donât feel pleasure, itâs trapping you.
You feel him swell larger inside of you, knowing he must be close. He lifts himself up, holding your hips to push himself into you impossibly deeper.
âFuck! Right there!â You cry out, the head of his cock abusing your sweet spot even more than before.
âI feel it, Itâs coming,â He pants, his eyes practically watering as they stare at you for support.
You reach down to try & grab him, forgetting you werenât wearing any protection.
âYou have to pull out baby, canât come inside.â
Thereâs no sense of urgency in your voice, you were too consumed & wrapped up in the feeling he was giving you. Part of you didnât even care, all you knew was now.
Michaelâs thrusts start to become sloppy & erratic, his release only seconds away as his body begins to stiffen up, his thighs shaking.
The sudden change in his thrusts caused you to cum again suddenly. Your walls strangle him as you cry into your hand. The neighbours never entered your mind once.
The tightness of your unexpected orgasm catches him off guard, tipping him over the edge.
âFuck, mâ sorry, Iâm sorryââ
His hips snap into you one last time before he freezes, his warm seed spilling inside of you, panting your walls. His body falls limp as he flops down onto your chest, drawing out a long singular strangled moan into your cleavage, followed by little high pitch whimpers. The sensation of him filling you up makes you whine, definitely one of your guilty pleasures.
After a few minutes of breaths being caught, he lifts his hips, pulling his flaccid length out of you. His thick white release drips out instantly, pooling between your ass. You watch the colour drain out of his face as he stares between your legs. He reaches forward, rubbing the fluid between his fingers.
âHow do you feel about being a daddy?"
a/n: can you guys tell i've been in heat this week?
how about going to a drive in movie with pre-otw mike? maybe as a 1 year anniversary date or something >u< & he wants to try and get to second base but he's so shy and cute OMGG đđ
Backseat ButterfliesâŚ
â§ a/n: That is adorable!! I LOVE YOU
â§ Contains: otw!mj x fem!reader, fluff, smut, kissing, making out, inexperience michael, bit experience reader
â§ wc: 2,2k // masterlist
You and Michael have been dating for a year now, and your anniversary is coming around the corner. Michael still remembered your first kiss like it was yesterday, after walking you home late at night from another casual date, you figured it was time to show him how much you love him, you stood on your tip toes reaching for his lips. The pillowy feel of your lips, the sweet taste of your gloss, it put him in a trance that heâll never forget.
As Michael sits below the sun â floating on his pool thinking deeply for ideas on what to do on your one year anniversary, he couldnât help but eavesdrop on his brothers who were playing sports just out next to the pool.
They were talking loudly per usual so it wouldnât even be considered as eavesdropping, Jackie was teasing Marlon about his relationship, and the countless mentions of doing second base. Thatâs got Michael thinking, the idea of doing second base isnât foreign to him â for a guy who hasnât even done it. But maybe thatâs what you and Michael could do as a celebration for your one year anniversary â taking the next step of your relationship.
After hitting the showers, Michael paced around his room, overthinking the situation on how itâs going to be. He had zero experience on doing anything like that, the thought of being alone with you in a room, doing god knows what⌠he could only imagine his face burning more before actually doing anything. And asking his older brothers was clearly out of the question.
Michael sits down on his bed, rubbing his face one last time before picking up the phone. âHello..?â You answered, âhey it's me, how are you?â Michael started off simple, âoh hey Mikey, I was just about to have dinner, is everything alrightâŚ?â You happily answered. âYeah thatâs great uhm â I was wondering for our anniversary maybe, we could go see a movie âmaybe a drive-in?â you smiled at the other line âyes, alright thatâs sounds funâ you chewed your bottom lip from excitement. âOkay Iâll pick you tomorrowâ Michael beamed.
After you hung up the phone you lay back to bed, covering your face giggling and kicking your feet, you couldnât wait for tomorrow. You and Michael have never been to a drive-in before as a couple. As often naive you could be, you knew exactly what couples do in drive-ins. And you were surprised that Michael even suggested the idea.
Your first kiss with him took lots of build up, there were countless times where you had a strong feeling he would make the first move. But his endearing shy demeanor always makes him back out at the last second.
Youâve spent enough time to know that Michael is an absolute gentleman, and he is just as naive as you are â perhaps maybe even more. So making the first move on the first kiss was very much needed. But the point still stands â that maybe Michael sees this as nothing more than a movie date for your anniversary and it's safe to assume he wonât try anything, and as much as you secretly love seeing him acting all shy and flustered if you decided to try anything bold, it would be cruel to do it on your anniversary. So if anything happens, you promise yourself to make it easy for him.
It was the next day â your one year anniversary. You and Michael were at the drive-in, headlights were turned off, already halfway through the movie. It was dark, the only source of light was the one on the big screen playing the movie Grease, the smell of the wool carpet with a clean, slightly earthy scent lingered in the car.Â
Michael had his eyes glued on to the screen, at first glance it could just be him invested in the movie he had actually already watched before and loved it, but in reality â his mind was racing, he was thinking a million different ways on how to approach this, he was considering backing out and just enjoying the movie. No, he canât abort now, not with a setting like this.Â
As Michael rambles through his own head, the corner of his eye catches noticeable movements from the car beside him. He turned his head slightly â getting a better look, although he couldnât tell through the window, the harsh rocking movements the car repeated â he knew what the couple inside were doing. And that was also a heavy reminder on what he should be doing with you at any moment.
âHow do you like the movie so farâŚ?â Michael whispered, his head turning towards you. âGreat! all the songs have been amazing so farâ you answered with a quiet tone, "although to be honest, this is actually my second time watching it, my first watch was with my friends last weekâ you confessed, Michael grin teeth on full display âreally? Well if thatâs true, iâve also watched this movie beforeâ Michael confessed âthis is your second time as well?â you exclaimed âactually fourthâ Michael quietly laughed.
You both laughed quietly âwell then i guess we could just call this date a rewatchâ you joked. After that small bickering, your eyes went back to the screen. Michael on the other hand, saw this as an obvious opportunity, his eyes darted to his feet, still thinking a few last thoughts before building up the courage to make a move.
Michael stretched out his arms out, trying to smoothly wrap his arm around your shoulder, you immediately notice â you turn over to where his hand landed. âYou know, since we know how the movies gonna end, we could maybe â do something else to pass the timeâŚâ Michael teased nervously.Â
You glance at Michael, feeling utterly surprised by his boldness, you promise yourself you aren't gonna play games with him â that you should let him do what he wants whenever you get the chance. So without hesitation, you bit your lip â staring at his, âwell then what are we waiting forâŚ?â
Michael smiled widely, but he also felt a single sweat racing down his forehead, this is really it he thought to himself. He leaned in to you for a kiss, which you have no trouble cooperating. Just like your first, the kiss was soft and light, savoring every feeling your lips moved, a rhythm Michael could easily remember and follow.
âD⌠Do you wanna take this in the backseatâŚ?â Michael murmured âyeah sure..â you breathed out excitingly. You carefully hopped through the armrest to the backseat of Michaelâs car, once you were there you noticed some throw pillows on both sides of the car, you couldn't help but grin, he had definitely planned all this.
You lay your head down to the pillow, stretching your legs till it met the door handle, then Michael carefully manoeuvred himself to the back as well, immediately hovering over you â as much as how much room Michaelâs roll-royce had, it still manages to make the atmosphere incredibly straggled.
Michaelâs heart beat was racing non-stop, feeling like it could burst any minute, you were inches apart, not just your lips â but your whole body, he could feel where his chest pressed against yours, your core pressing hard on his⌠lord save him cause he might just pass out. He leaned in for a kiss â taking it nice and easy, after a few more pecks he parted just to look at you.
God you were just breathtaking under his gaze. This angle of you felt very forbidden to him, towering over you â making you look small, you lay there waiting for something to happen, your big eyes stare at him â pleading, begging for him to touch you.Â
âDonât look at me like thatâŚâ Michael murmured, his head dropped â letting out a shaky breath, he felt like he was falling apart, âlike whatâŚ?â you teased, the promise you made yourself was now been broken. âIâm sorry I just⌠I'm not used to looking at you like thisâŚâ he explained, you brushed his hair with your fingers, then gave it a small tug, just to get him to look at you again.Â
He looks at you âhow about you close your eyesâ you jokingly suggested, demonstrating with your eyes closed, Michael laughed with you "I'm seriousâŚâ âthen be seriousâ you cooed âi know⌠butâ you just look soâŚâ Michael trailed off âso whatâŚ?â you questioned.Â
ââŚIâm a gentleman.â Michael taking a short hesitant pause before answering, you chuckled amusingly âwell⌠maybe just for tonight you donât need to be oneâ you pouted
âyou know i canât do that⌠â Michael tilt his head, his tone slightly changes into something serious âthen how about iâll guide you⌠weâll take it slowâ you suggested âslow⌠okayâ michael repeated then agrees.
âKiss meâŚâ you ordered, the two of you kissed passionately, from what it felt like lightly grazing each other's lips earlier to now occasionally letting your tongue slip in, Michael would jolt whenever he felt your tongue, and the faster your mouth moved the harder for him to keep up.
Michaelâs hands were glued to the leather seat, he couldnât dare to touch you, but that soon changed where you guided Michaelâs hands to your clothed waist âslip your hand in MikeyâŚâ you murmured, Michael breathed out another shaky breath, letting his hands sink in under your shirt.
The immediate contact of your skin with his made Michael choked mid kiss, his hands slowly worked his way up till he felt your bra, Michael swallowed his breath, not knowing what to do next.Â
âunhook itâŚâ you ordered again, Michael turned to you âare you sure?â he asked, you quickly nodded your head. Michael then nervously used both his hands, finding the hook on your back â after a few seconds he managed to unhook your bra, letting it loose, Michaelâs hands slowly started climbing up to your breast â giving it a very light squeeze, his head dropped down buried in to your neck couldnât help feeling shy as he lets out a whine ââŚyou feel amazing"Â
You feel satisfied by his reaction, you were giddy. âyou know you could roam your hand around a little lower if you like â you whispered into his ear âno..! n-not yet please⌠save it for another dayâ Michael quickly blurred out. You giggle by his quick response, pulling him closer to you for another kiss.Â
As your lips press against each other, Michael played with your breast gently, carefully giving it a squeeze with every deep push onto your lips, his thumb circling your cold hard nipple, you let out a moan âMikey⌠keep doing thatâ you beg, Michael understood he then started kissing your jaw gently, giving every peck a time of their own.
Soon he trailed down to your neck, your shirt and bra were now fully rolled up, every peck his soft lips grazed on your skin, felt like utter bliss. âCan I⌠kiss lowerâŚ?â Michael murmured into your neck â his voice vibrating on your skin. âPleaseâŚâ you allowed.
He then started to kiss your lower stomach, trailing kisses everywhere, you arch your back, your finger buried deep to his curls. After that, his eyes glanced up to your face, but unintentionally got a good view of your bare chest. His eyes widened, this was his first time â he didnât even care it looked like he was obviously staring for a long period of time.
His mouth finally opened, slipping out his raw reaction ââŚuhmâ he fumbled his words, completely in a trance âkeep goingâŚâ you snapped him out, he looked at you for a brief second before going back to your chest.
You could tell he was extra shy as his lips brushed on to your breast, taking his time extra slow. Both of his hands wrapped around your waist, he then carefully pulled out his tongue â licking each one of your nipples, you moaned softly at his touch. Michaelâs brows furrowed, his heart was racing, the taste of your skin felt like his forbidden fruit, a gentleman shouldn't be enjoying this too much, but him admitting to himself that would be a straight up lie.Â
âOh Mike⌠MichaelâŚâ you moaned out, hearing the way you called his name was a new thrill to him, he finally went back to your face to give you kiss, this time he slipped out his tongue â kissing you passionately, his hand remains on your breast, never planned on letting go, you pulled him closer, arms slung on to his shoulders.
For what it seems like to be an eternity in heaven, you two were suddenly interrupted by a sharp knock from the backseat window, you were both startled â Michael looked turned to the window behind him seeing a silhouette outside. As he stumbles to roll down the window, you quickly pull down your shirt â hooking your bra back on, fixing your hair as well.Â
Michael rolls down the window, seeing a guy standing in front â telling them that the movie was over and they and a few other cars were the only ones left on the drive-in. âWe should get going,â Michael tells you as he rolls the window back up. He looked absolutely flushed and love drunk saying what he said, you couldnât help but smile wildly and bite your lip nodding âokay!â
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could you do extremely subby!michael thriller era x reader, and reader decides to give him a hand job at their date in the library, michael being all defenseless and trying his absolute HARDEST to stay quiet (reader has him wrapped around her finger frđ) reader refer to as baby!
A/n: AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!! Ty so much. I missed sub!michael soooo bad.
Shhh!
Contains: Black reader, sub!Michael, dom!reader, explicit content, strong language, established relationship, spit, public acts, finger sucking, thriller!era
Summary: Testing your sweet boyfriendâs willpower in the library
Now playing: Say yes - Floetry
The air was filled with the scent of wood and dusty books. It was very few people in the library, and the small sounds of a type writer could be heard.
You and Michael were on the second level, all the way in the back covered by a large bookshelf. You went under the pretense of a nice way to end yâallâs date. You both were readers so you separately chose a book that seemed interesting to sit and read.
Anyone wouldâve expected the sweet couple to be quietly chatting, showing each other whatâs going on in their stories. Michael thought the same until he realized how truly distracting it was.
His hand quivered feeling you palm his bulge that formed under his jeans. He glanced over at you, and your eyes were glazing over words in your chosen novel.
He swallowed before leaning to whisper to you, âDo we need to leave?â
You looked at him, hand not stopping its movements. âWhy, baby?â You deserved an acting nomination, as if you had genuine concern in your eyes.
He opened his mouth but your hand added a pressure, causing him to choke out a moan. He slapped his hands over his mouth, checking to see if the coast was clear.
âShhh Mikey, read and be quiet.â You told him. He nodded, attention shifting back to his sci-fi novel. The words blurred before his eyes as you continued rubbing on his clothed dick.
He felt it pulsing beneath his boxers. His heart couldâve stopped feeling your hand unzip his jeans, maneuvering to where his dick was out.
His eyes darted across the library, paranoid that anyone could see. Looking at you once again, you showed no reaction, as if your book was the most interesting piece of literature in the world.
As your hand wrapped around his bare dick, his eyes flickered back for a split second. He didnât notice the small smile that formed on your face, knowing he was crumbling before your hands.
His fingers gripped the edges of his book trying to focus on anything else. Your hand slightly twisted his tip causing a whimper to spill from his lips.
âShh.â You told him, not taking your eyes off the book. He was going absolutely insane, feeling as if he was being tortured. The analog clock ticked loudly behind him adding to the tense atmosphere.
You removed your hand, and he couldnât ignore the mix of relief but disappointment he felt. Only for the arousal and dread to come back full speed seeing your palm close to his mouth.
He knew what you wanted, for him to spit so you can stroke his dick easier. He debated knowing he would be done for if he did it, but he felt your tense stare on the side of his face.
He swallowed nervously before spitting into your palm, and braced himself as he watched your hand go back to his length. As soon as he felt the warm thick liquid cover him, he tossed his head back.
His hips instinctively bucked into your hand while he panted heavily into the air. Your attention was completely off the book, shifting closer to Michael. You leaned to whisper in his ear, âyouâre doing so good fâme baby.â
He couldnât fight his eyes rolling back, tiny moans spilling out of his mouth. The small slick sound of your hand pumping his dick didnât go unnoticed as you kissed his neck.
âP-pleaseâI-i donât wanna cum here.â He whimpered, hand coming to grip your wrist. âMove your hand baby.â You said kindly but Michael knew better.
He hesitantly moved his hands watching his tip reappear every time your hand went down his length. âYou gotta be quiet for me, baby.â You told him and he quickly nodded.
He felt the small ball began to form in his stomach, chasing after your hand. He bit his bottom lip, eyes glossing over from holding back in his noises. Your tongue slowly trailed up his jaw, causing another tiny moan to be drawn out.
âSuck.â You demanded, bringing your ring and middle finger to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them as you continued to stroke his dick.
His tongue wandered around your fingers, eyes rolled back as he was on the edge of his orgasm. You revealed his tip once more, letting a glob of spit drop from your own mouth to coat him.
The feeling of the warm liquid drop onto his dick sent him over board. His small whimpers snuck past your fingers, covering your hand in splatters of his cum.
You stroked him through his orgasm, as his body shook in pleasure.
let it be known that this is an ai generated picture of michael jackson. i understand that people want to celebrate his vitiligo and emphasize the beauty of it, but this is not the way to go. this is especially heinous when there are real pictures that show the blotches and patches on his skin
i'm begging y'all to put that photo to rest. i even feel that the existence of it is disrespectful. it kinda gives off the message of "this type of vitiligo is acceptable."
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ Hi lovelies! iâm starting a tag list for future Michael J. Jackson fics. My work contains smutty, fluffy and angsty one-shots. Comment if you want to be apart of it! [dm if you want to be removed] masterlist so far
âą jackson5!michael x f!reader â Sneaking out of Janetâs bedroom during a sleepover to see her brother on the sly turns your secret romance with Michael from into a night of undeniable, breathless passion.
âą best friends brother, smut, soft dom!michael, sub!reader, p in v without protection, secret relationship, Janet jackson
The digital clock on Janetâs nightstand glowed a faint, green â2:14 AMâ. Beside you, Janet was completely dead to the world, her breathing deep and even, one arm flung over her face.
You waited another agonizing five minutes, your heart hammering against your ribs, before you carefully peeled back the heavy blankets. The floorboards in the sprawling mansion were a minefield of potential creaks, but you knew the layout by heart now. Slipping out of the bedroom, you closed the door until it clicked into place with a sound that felt deafening in the dead silence of the house.
The hallway was freezing, but your skin felt entirely on fire. You hurried down the corridor, your bare feet making no sound on the plush runners, until you reached the door at the very end. You didn't even have to knock; the handle turned instantly, and a pair of large, warm hands reached out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into the darkness before you could even blink.
The door shut silently behind you. Before you could whisper his name, Michaelâs lips were on yours. It wasn't his usual sweet, hesitant greeting; it was urgent, starved, and heavy with the frustration of a whole day spent pretending you were just his little sisterâs friend.
He backed you up against the wood of the door, his frame pinning you flat. One of his long-fingered hands cupped the back of your head, deep-fleshing the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your knees instantly turn to water.
"You took too long," he murmured against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged. His thumbs traced your jawline, his dark eyes wide and burning even in the dim moonlight filtering through his sheer curtains. "I was about to come get you myself."
"Janet wouldn't stop talking," you whispered back, your hands finding the soft fabric of his button-down shirt. "Michael, we have to be so careful. If anyone wakes upâ"
"Shh." He cut you off with another bruising kiss, his hands traveling down your sides to grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your nightshirt riding up. "I know. Just stay quiet for me, baby. Totally quiet."
He carried you across the room, his movements fluid and entirely silent, before laying you down on the center of his massive, unmade bed. The mattress dipped, and then he was hovering over you, shedding his shirt in one fluid motion. His bare chest pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him intoxicating.
Michael didn't waste any time. The agony of the secret was a driving force, making every touch intense. His large hands slid under the hem of your shirt, smoothing up your ribs until he found your breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of your bra. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and Michael immediately caught it with his mouth, sucking the sound straight from your throat.
"So beautiful," he breathed, shifting down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck, and right over your collarbone. He bit gently at the soft skin there, making you arch your back, your fingers tangling desperately in his curls.
He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off, your breath hitching as his hand moved back up your inner thigh. When his fingers brushed against your center, you were already completely slick, aching for him. Michael let out a low, rough growl of approval, his thumb rubbing over your sweet spot in deep, agonizingly perfect circles.
You had to bite down hard on your own knuckles to keep from crying out as a wave of heat rushed through you. Michael watched your face in the dark, his expression heavy-lidded and intensely focused on your pleasure.
"Look at me," he whispered, his voice dropping into that deep, husky register he only used behind closed doors. He reached for his trousers, freeing himself, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at me, baby."
He guided himself to your opening, rubbing against you for one torturous second before pushing inside. He slid in all at once, deep and unyielding. The sheer fullness of him made your eyes widen, a sharp breath catching in your throat.
Michael instantly covered your mouth with his hand, his long fingers filtering the muffled, needy whimpers that escaped you.
"I know, I know," he crooned into your ear, his hips beginning to move. "Hold onto me. Don't make a sound."
He established a slow, devastatingly deep rhythm. Because he couldn't move wildly without risk, every single thrust was deliberate, heavy, and aimed right at the spot that made your toes curl. His chest slammed against yours with a soft, fleshy rhythm, the only other sound in the room being the frantic, synchronized rustle of the silk sheets.
The pleasure was overwhelming, heightened by the absolute terror of getting caught. Every time you felt a moan rising in your chest, Michael was there to kiss it away, or you were burying your face directly into his neck, biting his shoulder to smother the sound. His skin tasted faintly of salt and cocoa butter, and he was sweating now, his muscles flexing beneath your hands as he drove deeper and faster, losing his own control.
"You're so tight," he gasped out, his head rolling back for a fraction of a second before he locked his eyes back onto yours. His thrusts became shorter, harder, completely relentless. "I'm close, baby. Come for me. Quietly."
The friction was perfect. Your walls clamped around him tightly, and that was the trigger. You shattered first, your body trembling violently, a silent, weeping climax crashing over you. Feeling your pulsing contractions, Michael let out a muffled, breathless groan against your neck, his hips giving three more deep, heavy surges before he locked his jaw and came inside you, his whole body going completely rigid.
For a long time, the only movement was the heavy, synchronized rise and fall of your chests. Michael collapsed against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath stuttering against your skin.
Slowly, he slipped out of you and rolled to the side, pulling you tightly against his chest and draping the heavy quilt over both of your damp bodies. He kissed the top of your head, his hand gently stroking your back as your breathing finally slowed.
"You have to go back soon," he murmured softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"I know," you whispered, snuggling closer into his warmth, wishing the night could last forever.
"But until then," Michael smiled in the dark, his fingers tracing your hip under the covers, "just stay right here."
I have a request from Jaafar x reader where you force him to read a book to you while you satisfy him đŤ đŤ it could be from Michael too, you choose.
Eyes on the page
Pairing: Michael x reader
Content: in which Michael reads while you give him a hand job !
Contains: hand jobs and subby mike !!
A/n: this is super short, but enjoy anyway (ĂłďšĂ˛ď˝Ą)
It was one of those nights where it almost seemed too quiet. The sounds of the crickets filled the night as the wind blew heavily against the window, making it rattle in its frame. The rain lightly beating against the house, gently patting against the window, acted as background music for the dimly lit room, the lewd sounds of the groans filling the air as Michael quietly read the occasional stutter, followed by a whimper.
The warmth of your hand against the shaft of his cock, feeling the groove of each vein as your hand slowly moved up and down, letting your thumb run over his slit once or twice, drawing the sounds of his pretty moans. His body lurched forward sporadically before landing back onto the back of the chair.
His fingers dug deep into the pages of the book, the pages becoming more and more crinkled by the moment. His mind had gone hazy a long time ago. The only thing you could think about was the way your hand twisted around his cock, the firm grip adding intense pleasure that ripped another whine from his throat.
âC'mon, Mikey, keep reading," you cooed, adjusting your position on the tiled floors.
"OhâŚohâŚokay." He tried to adjust his eyes to the words on the paper, but they all seemed to blur into one. His grip on the book loosened, his head tossing back as you sped up the pace; the sound of spit mixed with his pre-cum, filling the air.
âI can't hear you. "You slowed down that satisfying pace, now becoming less satisfying.
âIf you don't keep reading, I'm going to stop." That really got him. He whined, letting his hips buck wildly in attempts to gain any kind of friction.
âPlease don't⌠I'll read, I'll be good," his hips still bucking as you sped up, letting your lips latch on to his head. The warmth from your mouth was now distracting him even more as he stuttered, trying to get the first word out. He wasn't even a paragraph in, yet he couldn't even try and get the words out, the sensation of the pleasure completely taking over his senses.
Suddenly everything felt more quiet than it should have as he fell forward, his head now placed in the crook of your neck. The warmth from his heavy breathing fanned over your collarbone as his body shook violently. The white spots in his vision seemed to multiply as he came, a loud cry ripping through his throat out into the spacious room.
âOh god, your hands are s'good." His lips pressed against your neck.
"Mikey," you spoke up, watching as he pulled back, now looking you in the eyes.âHm?â
âYou didn't even finish the first chapter; now we have to do it again."
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â SYNOPSIS: you and michael try to be intimate for the first time but⌠it doesnât fit.
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI â thereâs no plot btw, dry humping, âjust the tipâ , virginity loss (reader & michael) reader literally begs for it but regrets it after, cockwarming i think, fingering, no use of y/n
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âmichaelâŚâ you whisper against his lips, youâre sitting on his lap, on the couch in the living room. and youâve been kissing for what has felt like hours. you already feel the growing bulge in his slacks and you love hearing the slight moan come out of his lips when you accidentally rub yourself on his length.
âmikey, pleaseâŚâ you whine, his hand bunching your skirt around your waist. his hips buck up into yours causing you to ground your clothed pussy onto his crotch faster. you feel your hole clenching on nothing, your panties probably drenched from you being so wet.
you and michael are still fresh in your relationship, having been friends for years until you both couldnât deny the attraction any longer. you guys have done everything but fuck. youâve sucked him off, heâs eaten your pussy like heâs starving, heâs plunged his long, thick fingers inside of your warmth, stretching your cunt to its limits and as much as it feels good, you want more.
no you need more.
you need to feel the delicious burn of his dick pushing inside of you, kissing your cervix, wedging himself so far into you that youâre sure youâll feel him in your stomach.
âmamaââ
you interrupt him catching his bottom lip between your teeth. his breath catches in his throat when he feels his dick throb with need.
âi wanna feel you,â you mumble, trailing kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking his skin.
âbabyâŚâ you hear his breath hitch, his hips pushing up into you once again.
âdo you not want to fuck me?â you ask him, sitting up straight so your core is firmly pressed onto his bulge.
he lets out a weak breath, like heâs struggling to contain himself. âi do⌠i wanna make love to you so bad butââ
âwhatâs stopping you?â you pout. âiâm right here and im already aching to feel you inside of me, lookâŚâ you grab his hand, pushing it in between your bodies to your clothed cunt, letting him feel how soaked you are.
âfuck.â michael whispers, pushing your underwear to the side without even realising. you gasp when his fingers circle around your opening gathering your slickness.
âyouâre already so wet.â you try and hide your grin at the pure desperation in his voice.
âi know.â you grin. your mouth suddenly falls open when you feel the thickness of his finger pushing inside of your spongy walls.
âmikeyâŚâ you moan, grasping his forearm. he hums, working his finger in and out of you.
âi was trying to be a gentleman ma, but you keep on making it so hard for me.â you nod, even though his eyes are focused on the movements of his finger inside of you. itâs like heâs just talking to himself.
âplease.â you beg. âill be so good, i promise.â
you hear something close to a growl escape michaelâs throat. you yelp when youâre suddenly flipped onto your back on the couch, with michael above you.
his lips crash down onto yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth with ease. the kiss is messy, a mix of tongue and the occasional clash of teeth, but you donât care. you even wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
you keep kissing him, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling.
michael pushes his pants down just far enough to free out his length, before rubbing it against you cunt and gathering all of your wetness. you suck in a breath, feeling the tip catching onto your entrance.
you wince feeling the pressure of him trying to push it inside, your hole trying to suck him in.
michael breaks apart from the kiss, looking down and pushing his hips more forward, trying to get at least the tip in.
your eyebrows furrow, feeling just a slight bit of pain. you mentally shrug, thinking itâs normal and just raise your head, pressing your lips back against michaelâs.
the distraction works for a second too long, until the painful ache starts to get even unbearable. âis it in?â you ask. looking down to see that the tip hasnât even breached your entrance yet.
âiââ michael blushes, âitâs not going in. mâtrying.â you feel the burn of him pushing his hips forward again, pressing your hand against his stomach.
âitâs not going to fit.â you swallow, embarrassment eating you up alive.
what kind of girlfriend are you if you canât even take your boyfriends dick?
michael looks down at you, then looks at his enlarged member. he bites his bottom lip like heâs thinking. you honestly want the couch to swallow you up whole, youâve never been so embarrassed.
âuh.. maybe if i justââ you gasp, clutching onto his shoulder when the burning intensifies and you feel the tip of his member pop inside of you.
michael hisses at the penetration, never actually feeling something so damn tight before. it feels like youâre trying to suck the skin off of his dick.
you on the other hand have never felt so full. youâre aware that itâs just the tip, but you donât believe you have any more room available for the rest of his length.
âoh god.â you pant, resting your head back on the arm of the couch. âi underestimated how big you actually are.â you whine, when he pushes his hips forward again, causing another inch to slip inside.
âi donât think i can take anymore.â you gulp, already digging your nails into his back.
michael nods, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. âi agree⌠why donât we just stay like this for a while.â
you nod quickly, believing that if he does thrust another inch inside of you then he might just tear you apart from the inside.
you may have been too greedy and underestimated the size of your boyfriend.
on the bright side, itâs only you guysâ first time so maybe next time youâll be able to take all of him.
Synopsis: When Michael's brothers laugh at his offering to play Twister, you agree to join him, much to his delight, but things take a bit of a turn when it somehow transforms into a game of Strip Twister.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Tags: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Stripping, Loss of Virginity, Teasing, Slight Slow Burn, Sub!Michael, Dom!Reader, Begging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Handjobs, Praise Kink, Titty Sucking, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cowgirl Position
Word Count: 5,250
A/N: Remember when I made a post saying that I was writing a twister smut a few days after the biopic came out and I said I was gonna upload it later that night? Yeah me neither cuz that was so fucking long ago.
I honestly considered scrapping this several times because it was so incredibly difficult to write for some reason but after spending hours making the colored dot dividers myself on canva (i kept fucking up the spacing and sizing of the circles), I figured there was no way in hell I was gonna let all that work go to waste so I forced myself to finish the fic lol. I'm glad I did end up finishing it tho cuz despite how terrible I thought it was while writing it, I'm actually pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Enjoy!
AO3 Link // Masterlist
The sun was beating down on you with a vigor you hadn't seen in weeks and your left arm was increasingly getting sore with each instance of you lifting it up to glance at your watch. You could've sworn that at least 5 minutes had passed since the last time you looked at it, so why the minute hand had only moved one spot, you couldn't understand. Stifling a yawn for the umpteenth time today, you watched the brothers play basketball in the driveway through heavy eyelids.
It wasn't the standard for you to be hanging out with them. Michael was the one who had been your best friend and go-to hang out buddy since the day him and his whole family first moved into the neighborhood. But nearly a decade later, you were yearning for something more...intimate, and although you didn't have a ton of concrete evidence to back it up, you were confident that the feeling was mutual. So when you rang the doorbell at Hayvenhurst earlier today and were told by Katherine that Michael was currently at the toy store with Bill, you begrudgingly accepted the brothers' offer to watch them play solely for the purpose of killing time before Michael came home.
The sound of the gate opening and a running engine gradually approaching roused you out of whatever sleep you were just about to fall into. You hopped off the hood of the red car that you were sitting on top of, anxious to finally to be released from the shackles of watching this game. Michael stepped out of the car and greeted all of you before excitedly making his way over to the trunk. Once Bill opened the trunk, Michael yanked a familiar game out of a big blue shopping bag.
"Guys look, I got Twister! You wanna play tonight?" Michael just barely finished his sentence before all the boys started laughing at him.
"Twister? Really?"
"What are we gonna do with Twister?"
The smile that made Michael's face radiate like the sun depleted ever so slightly. "Come on, it'll be like the old days," he countered.
"We'd love to, Mike, but I gotta be at home with the family, I can't be playing games," argued Jermaine before immediately reverting his attention back to the ball.
"And the rest of us are going out tonight."
"Yeah, Marlon's got a hot date."
Michael cradled the box in the nook of his arm, a subtle look of dejection lingering in his eyes. "Marlon, what time are you gonna be home? We can play then."
Before Marlon could respond, Tito answered for him. "Marlon's gonna be playing his own game of Twister tonight."
They all went back to laughing, and in a series of rather fortunate events, you swooped in to snatch your chance of getting what you came here for: some alone time with Michael.
"I'll play with you," you said, and the light came back to his eyes as quickly as it left.
"At least there's one person around here who knows how to have fun," Michael responded, speaking indirectly to his brothers. "Come on then, the faster we get to my room, the more time we have to play."Â
With haste, Michael bolted to the front door of the house as you chased after him, laughter from the both of you filling the air as you ran past.
Whether 30 minutes had passed or 3 hours, it was difficult to tell. You and Michael had played an unfathomable number of rounds, and that same yawn that you stifled earlier started haunting your throat again. Michael on the other hand still had enough energy to play until the cows came home.
"Let's play one more round," Michael said, mimicking his words from the past 5 rounds while smoothing out the mat.
You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle another round of the same dreary game. It's not that you wanted to stop playing, it's just that you wanted to spice things up a bit. Twister would've been a blast to play on its own for 50+ plus rounds back when you were in grade school, but you were an adult now which meant you had a different, and slightly more raunchy idea of fun.
Just as that thought passed through your head, a light bulb went off and a devious grin crept on your face. Oh yes. Not only would the brilliant idea that just popped into your head make for a much more interesting game, but it would lead you right to where you wanted to be with Michael. Right to where you've wanted to be with him for years now.
"Michael, why don't we switch it up a bit? Play a different version of Twister than the one we've been playing this whole time?"
"A different version? Like what?"
"Strip Twister."
His head shot up. You could tell he was physically trying to restrain his eyes from popping out of his head. "Strip Twister?"
"Yeah, I learned how to play it from an old friend at summer camp several years ago. You play the game like how you normally would, but every time someone falls, that person has to remove an article of clothing and the game doesn't end until one of us is naked."
Michael chuckled uneasily. "I don't know if it's a good idea to play that version."
"Why not?" you asked in feigned oblivion.
"Because one of us is gonna end up seeing the other naked!" Michael exclaimed, though his tone of voice and body language didn't really express the same level of opposition as the words coming out of his mouth.
"Oh please, I took sex ed in school, I know what boys look like down there. Besides, we're not strangers. It's not that much different from seeing each other in our bathing suits."
Michael's face was unreadable. Worried that you had overstepped a boundary, your brain scrambled to find a way to go back in time 30 seconds and never mention the Strip Twister, but what Michael said next nearly made your own eyes pop out of your head.
"50 bucks says I'm the last one clothed by the end."
The same devious grin from earlier revisited your face, and you both shook hands to seal the deal; the last instance of purely platonic physical contact that you two would engage in for the rest of the day.
At the end of round 1, your socks were sacrificed. At the end of round 2, it was Michael's turn to sacrifice his socks. The finale of round 3 constituted the removal of Michael's plain white t-shirt, but round 4 was where you had to give up your Jordache jeans. After Michael's arms gave out on him in round 5, you teased him with a wolf-whistle as he discarded his black sweats, revealing the Mickey Mouse boxers he was wearing underneath. You nearly broke the skin on your bottom lip biting down on it to suppress your laughter. Round 6 was a close game, but your halter top was the next article of clothing that ended up on the floor at the end of that round.
Now in nothing but your second skins, the stakes were at an all time high. Michael was determined to be the last man standing (or clothed in this case) but you needed him to lose this next round to carry out your master plan as intended.
Michael was virtually heaving at this point and sounded breathless every time he spoke. You were shocked that he hadn't gotten a boner yet, especially considering the way he couldn't take his eyes off of your body. He spun the wheel right next to him. "Alright, right hand red."
Bullseye. There was no better body part/color combination that the arrow could've landed on, because with just one convenient placement of your right hand on the red dot all the way to the far edge of the mat, you were now promoted to hovering on top of Michael. The cloth prison that your breasts were still confined in left little to the imagination as your nipples prodded through the thin fabric in perfect line with Michael's gaze. His breath was hot on your cleavage and you could hear just the faintest bit of shakiness in it. And it wasn't long after you got into the new position that you felt something lightly press up against your underwear with more and more force by the second. It was as if whatever the mystery object was that was pressing up against your core was growing. The tiniest gasp escaped from Michael's mouth and he lowered his body as close to the ground as he could without actually touching it. There it was. You now wished you could go back to the crab-walk stance to see the mountain growing in his boxers in real time.
You leaned forward to be able to reach the arrow on the wheel and determine Michael's fate. He had turned his head to the side out of politeness when he saw you reach forward, but his willpower to remain gentlemanly was subpar at best because you clocked several instances of him glancing back at your breasts in the 5 seconds it took for the arrow to land on left foot red.
A Robin Hood Bullseye. Michael's left foot was all the way on the green dot farthest to the edge of the mat in line with where your right hand was. There was no way he would be able to get it all the way over to red without losing his balance and falling, especially with you on top of him limiting the amount of space he had for his leg to move.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes once he realized how rigorous this feat would be to accomplish, but he was only met with a witty smirk in return.
After a great deal of stalling, Michael revved himself up to hoist his left foot off of the green spot and plant it onto the red spot directly next to the one your right hand was on, but his strategy was foiled when his foot got stuck to the mat and caused him to collapse dramatically underneath you.
You cheered in victory, lifting yourself off of him to jump in the air and chant your triumph as he lay in the same position he fell in, his arms crossed weakly on top of his torso and his head rolled back in laughter. As much as he hated losing a game to you, he loved watching you put on a show every time you won. Once you finished rubbing your victory in his face, you plopped down right next to him and Michael briskly lifted his left knee up to hide the front of his boxers.
You rubbed his arms up and down, gently squeezing his lean biceps. "The $50 you can give me later, but Mickey Mouse is gonna have to say goodbye right now." You transitioned your hands from his biceps to the waistband of his underwear, and even through his deep brown skin, you could see the faintest hint of red looming on his cheeks before he covered his face with his hands and playfully tried to kick you away.
"No! Please!" he begged through a fit of giggles. "C'mon, let's do best out of 3."
"It doesn't work like that, applehead."
Michael carried on with his laughing fit for some time while you continued to toy with his waistband. At this point, he was fighting back less and less with each graze of your hand past his navel. In fact, he wasn't really putting much effort into hiding his erection anymore either. His legs now lay completely relaxed and flat on the floor, giving you a full view of the outline of his thick cock laying off to one side and protruding through the fabric, begging for some form of escape.
Curious as to whether he was no longer hiding his growing appendage on purpose or if he simply forgot it was there, you tugged his boxers down the slightest bit, just enough to see where the dark curls of his pubic hair began. He didn't stop you. He simply shuddered as another row of muffled giggles came out of his mouth. When he finally removed his hands from his face, he gazed up at you with a glimmer in his eyes that was anything but platonic.
"You're not stopping me," you pointed out.
Michael shook his head, looking as though he just got hit with Cupid's arrow.
You crossed your arms and sat back on your heels. "You figured out the reason why I suggested Strip Twister in the first place, didn't you?"
Michael nodded.
"So then you know where this is heading?"
He nodded once more.
"And you want me to continue?"
"Please," he squeaked, struggling to quell a smile that almost touched his eyes.
"Well," you swung a leg over to sit on top of him and bent down until his face was a blur in your eyes, "since you asked so nicely."
The gasp that emerged from Michael's mouth as you seated yourself directly on top of his aching bulge was briskly silenced by the delicate kiss you planted on his lips. You pulled back after the first initial peck to catch his reaction, and you were pleasantly surprised to see him lift his head up off the ground in a desperate attempt to meet your lips again.
Your hand found its way to the back of his head, cradling his curls, dampened by preliminary sweat, as you brought your lips to his once more. You lingered there for a little while longer this time, making sure to savor his taste. You hadn't realized just how starving you were for him until now, and neither did he. His hands maneuvered to your back to hold onto you, pulling you in until your bodies were pressing against each other. As your lips fought to consume one another, you grabbed hold of his hands and guided them to the hook of your bra. With a swift unclasp, the bra slid right off and down your arms before being thrown onto the pile with the rest of the discarded clothes.
A mini sigh of relief fell from your lips and trickled into Michael's mouth. Your breasts lay freely on his chest and your hearts synced together, thumping at a rapid pace as the dizziness in your heads made you both feel like your brains were being carried by ocean waves. Was this actually happening? Or did you fall asleep while watching the brothers play basketball and you were just dreaming right now? You would've pinched yourself to know for sure, but you much preferred the feeling of Michael's fingers desperately gripping your thighs as opposed to your own.
As much as Michael's sickly sweet lips satisfied your craving orally, your core still remained starved for the delicacy that lay between his legs. Lightly, your hips began to rock back and forth on his clothed member. Michael whimpered, his legs wriggling beneath you and his hands dancing in a mixture of balling themselves into fists and retracting.
The slickness from your cunt began to coat the entire bottom of your panties, making the part of Michael's boxers that his shaft hugged so tightly sopping wet as well. For whatever part of his boxers wasn't soaked from your juices, the precum oozing out of him finished the job.
What started as a gentle back-and-forth motion eventually turned into aggressive grinding. These damn panties and boxers were in your way, barricading you from the real thing, and no matter how hard you rubbed yourself on Michael, it wasn't enough. He must've felt the same way, because while you were both still tongue-deep in each other's mouths, you felt his fingers tuck themselves into the sides of your panties, signaling to you that he wanted you to take them off.
You lifted yourself up, met with a whiny protest from Michael, and bit your lip as you smiled pompously. "I'm sorry, was I the one that lost Twister?" you asked him.
He shook his head, his eyes stark on your tits.
"That's right. You were the one that lost, which means these have to come off first," you said, playfully tugging at his boxers.
You teased him for what was realistically about 2 minutes, but to him, it felt like hours. You snaked your hands underneath the boxers to squeeze and knead his trembling thighs before migrating them over to his cock, which was still fully clothed, giving him a lazy hand job that made him squirm and writhe defenselessly.
"Please⌠Just take it off⌠I can't⌠I need⌠Mmph."
You giggled, butterflies going haywire in the pit of your stomach. You had never seen him act like this before, so needy and entirely helpless at your disposal. You would've teased him for even longer just to see how much he could handle before he cracked, but at this point, your legs were starting to quiver as well, and you had become so wet that you could physically feel the fluid dripping out of your pussy in real time.
"As you wish," you gladly stated, and with one sturdy pull, his boxers were dragged down from his hips and off of his legs.
Michael sighed in relief as his dick sprang free, slapping his stomach and leaving a thin string of precum connecting his glistening tip to the spot that it hit before standing fully upright.
You swallowed your breath. They say that the camera adds 10 lbs. Well, it must've been the case that Mickey Mouse boxers subtract 10 lbs, because the silhouette of his dick in his underwear could not even begin to compare to how big it looked when it was wild and free.
Slightly curved towards himself with speckles of lighter skin all around and a broad vein running down the shaft, you guesstimated that his dick must've been at the very least 7 and a half inches, maybe even 8. You became a bit nervous. You weren't a virgin, unlike Michael, but none of the other guys you had been with in the past were even remotely close in size to him. Was all that going to fit inside of you? There was only one way to find out, and God, you couldn't wait to find out the answer.
In a tantalizing manner, you grabbed hold of his hands and tucked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, silently giving him permission to do what he wanted to do 3 minutes ago. With shaky hands, he carefully slid your underwear off of you, his hands gliding down your thighs before you briskly passed your feet through the holes and threw them onto the pile, topping it off like the star on a Christmas tree.
Eager for the main event with your slickness now crawling down onto your inner thighs, you pounced on top of Michael, grabbing hold of his face and planting your lips onto his once more. As your tongues danced with each other and his hands went back to caressing your body, focusing on the parts that weren't accessible to him until now, yours slithered down, gliding past his throat where you could feel his heart beating inside of it, past his chest covered in a thick sheen of perspiration, past his stomach where you traced the lines that made up his delicate abs, and past the mound of curly black pubic hair until they wrapped around his pulsating cock.
Michael expelled a drawn-out mewl as you stroked him thoroughly, starting at the very bottom of the base and pushing up until his foreskin swallowed the tip before you glided your hand back down and the glistening head bloomed once more. The squelching noises accompanied by Michael's kitten-like whimpers were music to your ears.
"Please, please," he begged as you continued to fondle him, rotating your hands as you went up and down to ensure that no part of his dick was left unstroked, "I just wanna be inside you already, pleaseâŚ"
You fought hard to suppress a shudder, having almost came right then and there from hearing him say that. You had spent this whole time having a ball teasing Michael to the point of madness that you hadn't realized just how close you were to your own tipping point until he said those magic words in that delectably high-pitched voice of his. It was in that moment that you released your hands from his cock and pulled him up so that he was sitting upright, leaning against the edge of his bed as opposed to laying flat on the floor like he had been this whole time. You needed to be face to face with him for this moment.
You maneuvered yourself to hover over his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck and touching your foreheads together as he gripped and kneaded your ass with desperation. It almost felt like he was trying to push your hips down. You took the hint and finally lowered yourself onto him at long last. As his lubed tip began to pierce through your hole, shockwaves of pleasure emanated through the both of you, starting at the base of your groins and dispersing all throughout your bodies until you could feel the tingles passing through each follicle of hair on your scalp. Michael's head rolled back as a moan of intense relief escaped from his throat, and your mouth hung open as you felt his member stretch your ribbed walls inch by inch.
Your thighs trembled like mad trying their absolute hardest to hold your weight as you slowly drew yourself down. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches, 4 inches. It burned so good. You viciously sucked on his neck trying to distract yourself from the pain, knowing that pure bliss was coming soon, and the vibrations that his moans set off on your teeth helped open your cunt to let him in deeper. 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inchesâŚ
Soon your pussy swallowed all 8 inches of him and your trembling thighs were finally rewarded with resting on top of his as you both let out a low-drawn groan in unison. You stayed there for a little while, wanting to relish in the feeling of his dick being hugged tightly by the slick walls of your cunt.
"God, you're so big, it's making me so full," you whispered breathlessly against the skin of his neck. "You want me to start moving up and down?"
An incomprehensible noise emitted from Michael's throat as he furiously nodded his head, a couple beads of sweat shaking off of his curls as a result.
"I need an audible answer, baby."
"Hmmph," he said, digging his fingers into your hips in an attempt to try and lift you up.
Dissatisfied with him not listening to you, you snatched his wrists and yanked them up so that his hands hung above his head. He looked at you with a feeble pout, his eyes beginning to turn glossy from the tears of desperation that were burning in the back of his skull.
"You are gonna answer me with a verbal 'yes' or 'no' like a good boy or I'm gonna put my clothes back on and walk out of here right now." You were bluffing, of course. You wouldn't dream of walking out of the room during a moment as beautiful as this, but Michael didn't need to know that. "One more time, do you want me to start moving up and down?"
"Y-yes please. Please just move, hmph, I've been waiting forever for this, just please do it already~"
"I've been waiting forever for this." There it was. The proof you needed that the feelings you had for Michael for years now were indeed mutual. And no amount of "please's" or magic words were as effective in giving Michael what he wanted as that sweet phrase that you yourself had waited forever for.
"As you wish," you repeated yourself from earlier.
Fighting through the ache in your thighs, you lifted yourself all the way up until nothing but the very top of his tip was still inside of you and slammed yourself back down, both of your thighs creating a deafening clap on impact.
A stunned wail erupted from Michael's throat at the initial drop. He clung to you as if a gust of wind was enough to drag you away from him, burying his head into the crevice of your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears leaking out of his eyes and onto your collarbone as you maintained the same pattern of stroking his cock with your pussy from tip to base.
"Ooh, ah, ah, it feels so good... You feel so good~" Michael's voice wobbled with every bounce you did. After several strokes, you had finally gotten used to his size and could pick up the pace, bouncing so fast that Michael could no longer keep his head buried in your shoulder. You lifted him up by his curls and giggled at his face. The face of a man who was in shambles at this very moment in time. The face of a man who didn't have an ounce of control over anything and liked it like that. The face of a man who would do whatever you wanted right now, so long as you kept riding him.
His tear-stained eyes couldn't pull themselves away from your breasts jiggling to the rhythm. You were just about to start getting close, you could feel it, but you needed an extra push.
"Michael, baby," you cooed, "d'you wanna be a good boy and suck on my titties for me?"
No verbal response yet again. Instead, he answered by grabbing your right breast and enveloping his lips around your areola, visibly trying to shove as much of your tit into his mouth as he could. You moaned in surprise pleasure, enraptured to see him so eager to fulfill your request without second thought.
You continued riding him at a steady pace, both of your juices blending to form an off-white elixir that presented itself as a ring around the base of Michael's cock where you landed with each recoil. Your hands gripped and kneaded his curls, forming knots in his hair that he could care less about as his tongue swirled in circles and figure eights around your erected nipples. He sucked and slurped your breasts like it was his last meal, his toes curling as you pounded down onto him repeatedly.
It was when he began to lightly tug at your nipples with his teeth that you could start to feel it. That fire kindling deep within the pit of your stomach that gave you the warning. Hastily, you shoved Michael's face deeper into your chest, not wanting him to stray even a centimeter away from where he was, and he obliged with pleasure as you thrusted yourself all the way down onto his member and started to vigorously grind your throbbing clit on top of his pubic mound.
The friction from Michael's course pubic hair against your clit sent you into a frenzy as you felt the sensation of fireworks going off inside of you. Your hips stuttered against his as your diaphragm squeezed itself against your will to fill the room with your boisterous moans. Your nails dug into his scalp and your eyes rolled back until you could see nothing but the unidentifiable color of your eyelids. As you bucked your hips, riding out the last bit of your euphoria, your thighs squelched as all of the juices that expelled from your pussy found its way past the barrier that Michael's rock hard dick planted inside of you and spilled out of you and all over him, leaving itself as a glimmering puddle on his lap.
Your grinding slowed as the aftershocks of your cunt pulsing every few seconds like a heartbeat squeezed Michael's cock, but he frantically urged you not to stop now as his high was nearing.
"No, no, no, please, I've been a good boy, please don't stop now, I feel it coming~"
Suddenly regaining all of your energy, you went back to riding him in full force, pulling him away from your breasts and into your line of view so that you could watch his climax in all its glory.
"Yes, you've been such a good boy," you assured him, knowing full well that the floodgates would burst open the more you praised him. "You'll be the best boy in the world if you cum inside of me, baby. Don't be afraid, just let it all out."
"Uuuuughhh, mmmmph~" His eyes squeezed shut in concentration and his hips started to buck against yours, causing you to fall out of rhythm for a few seconds before you both found the right beat, your thighs pounding against each other with resounding claps before Michael's breathing hitched, his back arched, and he latched onto you.
"Ohh, ahh, I'm cumming, oh my God, I'm cumming!" he cried out. Your name fell mercilessly from his lips as thick ropes of warm cum spurted out of him and splattered onto the rigid walls of your pussy. Your cunt dragged his creamy liquid up and down his shaft, coating his entire dick as you still continued to ride him while he was finishing, doing your best to milk him dry. Loud wailing moans soon turned into mewling whines as the last bit of cum weakly dribbled out of Michael's fully pumped cock and you slowed down in time to feel him pulse inside of you before shrinking back down to his flaccid size.
None of you said anything for a while as you both caught your breaths and tried to register what just happened. Michael's head rested on your shoulder and you rubbed his back while murmuring praises in his ear about what a good job he did. Although when you did so, you could've sworn you felt one last gush of cum expel out of him as he jolted ever so slightly in your arms.
"Do you feel better?" you asked him. He lifted himself off of your shoulder, nodding his head and gulping heavily as if attempting to swallow a tablespoon of peanut butter before reaching over to his wallet, which had been resting on the ottoman pressed up against the bed this whole time, and pulling out a crisp $50 bill. You chuckled, having completely forgotten about that part of the deal before snatching the bill in between your index and middle finger like it was a cigarette and grabbing your jeans from the pile to tuck it into the pocket of.
"So, uh," Michael gulped once more, "what should we do now?" He was visibly love drunk, though you weren't sure if a cold shower would be enough to sober him up.
At this moment in time, you knew that it was in your guys' best interests to clean yourselves up and get dressed before anyone came in, but just for the sake of wanting to be funny, you had to ask:
Summary: You were expecting nothing more then a regular wedding of a family friends, but that was before meeting an interesting guest. post otw era
Contains: smut, fluff, build up, established friendship, flirting, teasing, kissing, making out, dry humping
wc: 3,2k // masterlist
You and your family were invited to a wedding, one where you had zero expectations. Reasons being you weren't close with anyone who's invited, your dad happens to be a close friend with the groom, close enough that you and your sister were in charge of having extra pants for the groom in case of an emergency. Another thing is the weddings out of town too â might as well be a fun road trip. You arrive at the venue, your sister by your side â admittedly the indoor venue was huge, and it was already packed as well. You were told about the venue's map weeks ago, reasons being to get ready with the bridesmaids in the dressing room.
Time passed and now you were picking out your seats as the ceremony was about to begin, you heard subtle whispers around you â you pay no attention to it you then found a spot but suddenly your sister leans in towards you. "the Jacksons are here!" she whispers into your ear, you didn't quite catch on what she'd said almost couldn't believe it, You turn your head "what?" you asked.
Your sister subtly points across the many seats, you then spotted that the famous Jackson brothers were there, your eyes widened â Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Randy and Michael â they were in fact the last people you would've guests who would be in this wedding. You saw Michael, sitting between his brothers, he looked well dressed, having a classic suit and a red bow tie.Â
You and Michael have always been very close friends back at home, you remember how often you used to visit his house and hang out with him, but ever since he's gotten more and more famous and you focusing on yourself, the two of you sort of drifted. The only thing that remains though, is the crush you have over him.
After the ceremony, you weren't exactly social at the cocktail hour. Your sister â fortunately for her started getting close with a few people and disappeared into the crowd. You decided to grab a glass of champagne from the table, you walked over to the table and mindlessly reached the first glass you saw, then suddenly a hand grabbed the same one you were reaching.
"Oh sorry" you quickly apologize, âno iâm sorry, you should take itâ the familiar voice triggered you, you looked up to see him â Michael.Â
âHey itâs you..â Michael smiled, you of course couldnât contain yourself smiling as well âMichael heyâ you greeted him, the two of you reached in for a hug. â I never wouldâve thought youâd be hereâ Michael points, âsame with you Mike.. so, are you here for the bride or the groom?â you asked curiously, Michael looked over to the crowd then back to you âthe bride, sheâs sort of a distant family friend, but i think the real reason we were invited is so we could perform at her weddingâ he laughs. You awkwardly laughed as well as you took a champagne glass and took a light sip.Â
âWhat about you..?â Michael perked, âoh, the groom⌠heâs actually more close to my dad â and i think iâve only met him once or twice when i was littleâ you answered after subtly choking on the sip of champagne. You looked around in the crowd to find his brothers talking with the other guest, âwell, i donât mean to keep or anything, it was nice seeing you Michaelâ you turned to him, and was about to excuse yourself. âHold on, youâre not keeping me, i enjoy talking to you, i mean if youâre not talking to anyone in here, it would be nice catching up with youâ Michael smiled, for some odd reason you could sense a little bit of yearn in his eyes, itâs safe to assume he didnât have anyone to talk to either. âOkay.. Why don't we go inside somewhere more quietâ you pointed into the empty hallways.Â
You two were now inside the building deeper, maybe even far from the actual wedding venue. You and Michael spent some time talking about a lot of things, each asking what they were doing currently, and of course â Michael got to talk about his growing career. Although that should've been the interesting part of the conversation, you admitted that the parts where he shared smaller stories, his new interests â were the ones that got you hooked, you learned Michael never changed, he was still the same guy you used to hang out when you were younger, and you're glad you were able to see him again. "wow, this place is like a maze" Michael comment, the walls were a cream color with a flowery wallpaper, topping off with some paintings hanging over the wall with each few steps away from the next "yeah, you don't have to worry about getting lost though since i've pretty much remember this place from the back of my hand" you reassured, Michael chuckled "that's good to hear."
A pause lingered as you two walked through the hallway. "so.. ever see yourself getting married?" you asked, Michael turned to look at you "yeah.. having kids tooâ he answers. You smile at the answer âhow sweet⌠when?â another question popped up. Michael tilted his head âwell⌠somedayâ Michael shrugs âitâs not easy finding the right person you know, specially since a lot of people are starting to notice youâ he added, âright..â you replied. âWhat about you?â Michael asked, your head perked up to him âyeah, maybe.. when iâm at least thirtyâ you smiled. âThirty?â Michael highlighted, giggling âyeah i mean⌠for me being in our twenties means we should make mistakes â adult ones⌠and later when iâm thirty iâll just settleâ you explained your reason, Michael reacted impressively âyou think you'll find the right one by the time you're thirty?" Michael asked.
You gaze at the floor "to be honest, i'm not sure if i'll ever find the right person... i mean, who knows how long that will take, and i want a family of my own too, it would be nice if i settled before i hit forty" you giggled. Michael looked at you while you still started at the carpet floor "you still have a lot of time, i'm sure meeting the right one will be sooner than you think" he smiled. Your head perked at him, once you saw him smile â you couldn't help but smile as well.
As the two of you walked, you then found a white door, once you spotted it â you quickly walked up to it. "Why don't we go inside here" you smiled at Michael, you opened the door, letting Michael in too "this is an extra dressing room to keep all the extra dresses for the bridesmaids" you explained, Michael looked around, the room looked like an average dressing room in a wedding, dresses tossed everywhere â including on the couch, cosmetics on the vanity â and shoes everywhere on the floor. "Is it okay if we stay here?" Michael asked , "oh don't worry, once the ceremony finishes, this room is practically useless" you reassured.
You walked towards the vanity, then bending over to look at yourself in the mirror â fixing your hair. Michael grabbed the chair in front of the vanity â sitting down. Once you fixed your hair you turned around facing Michael, you leaned against the vanity. You couldn't help but notice Michael was obviously gazing upon you â smiling, you avoided his gaze, feeling embarrassed, you could feel your face turning red.Â
âWhat?â you couldnât help but asked, breaking the quiet. Michael chuckled, âyou look goodâ he answered confidently, his laugh was contagious âyeah you tooâ you replied, as a smile grew across your face, you chewed on your bottom lip. You canât remember the last time you were alone with Michael, the last time was years ago.Â
âIâm sorry we stopped hanginâ outâ Michael apologized, your fingers scratching the wooden vanity âyeah well, we both grew up and things got busy⌠especially for youâ you joked, slightly kicking your feet to his, âyes but.. I miss youâ Michael proclaimed. You still avoided his gaze, giving another moment before finally looking at him âI miss you too..â You shot back sincerely.
 You didnât know if it was the champagne you drank earlier but, something in your head was clearly not thinking, âyou know â i used to crush on you at some point..â you slipped out. âUsed tooâŚ?â Michael teased, you then snapped yourself out, just now realized what you just said âi mean â forget i said anythingâ you laughed it off, Michaelâs brows furrowed and proceeded to laugh with you âi donât think i canâ he laughed out, it was clear he was teasing you, the tension seemed awfully familiar from way back when.
âUsed to or not, forget it Michael â I'm giving you boundariesâ you happily protested. Michael stood up from the chair and walked up closer to you, it felt like he was cornering you since you were still hanging on the edge of the vanity. âBoundaries..?â he questioned jokingly â acting clueless, âoh donât be stupid Mike, itâs not like you â a famous singer has at least one or two admirers â hell even tenâ you answered accusingly. âI have none! Even if someone did, I wouldn't feel the same way.â he excused âanother thing isâŚi still think about this one girl i no longer see everydayâ, you tilted your head âhuh⌠well thatâs news to meâ you comment with a slightly suggestive tone.Â
âSo⌠you still have a crush on me?â Michael asked, it felt like time had stopped, and the faint music from the wedding venue had faded away. âHmm⌠wouldnât you like to knowâ you replied, you were smitten â and it was settled, that one singular glass of champagne was to blame for your actions, because what you did after was unforgivable.Â
You tug on Michaelâs shirt playfully, and without haste you press your lips against his. Michael cupped your face, kissing you back with utter passion, he pulled you in closer â feeling like he was about to eat you whole. You couldnât help yourself, your hands immediately wrapped around his neck â wanting more of his touch.Â
Michael suddenly picked you up, you gasped through the kiss, he sat back down to the chair, the legs slightly tilted back from the weight of the two of you. As your legs try to spread as much as they can, making you closer to him, your dress prevents that, so then you start bunching up your dress to let your legs free â you scooted forward, your stomach meeting his.Â
This felt like heaven, you were completely in a trance, you couldnât resist slipping out his name âMichaelâŚâ you moaned, âshh..â Michael gently silenced you, his eyes were closed shut, wanting more of that kiss. âIâve been dreaming about this for God knows how longâŚâ Michael muttered his confession. He's been dreaming about this..? You thought to yourself, so, this means the feeling has always been mutual between you two, both of you were just too scared to start anything, and if it wasnât for this wedding, safe to assume that the two of you wonât ever get a chance like this.
Michael started kissing down your jaw, to the course of your neck, on top of that his hand roamed around your thigh, feeling your smooth legs. As you threw your head back feeling the ultimate pleasure, you felt Michael growing hard â pressing against your pussy.Â
You automatically start to move your hips slowly, feeling his hard clothed length through your underwear. Michael felt you rubbing against him, as he was deep in to your neck â he let out a whimper âmmhââ his hands were on your back, holding you tightly. The urge to start moving your hips faster was so very tempting, but you stopped, you groaned, feeling the guilt. âUgh⌠Michael should we be doing this⌠thereâs a party just right outsideââ âdonât stop.. Baby please⌠we just â wonât get carried awayâ Michael cut you off, he was feeling needy for you, and he wants this.
you think for a moment before nodding, also admitting to yourself you didnât want to stop, you continued to buck your hips, repeating a fast rhythm, with every thrust a mewl would escape your lips. Michael felt like he was being strangled by his suit, the urge to just take it off â but it was too risky, Michael then suddenly thrust his hips to yours, wanting to feel you more, you moaned. He kissed you once more with all the passion he had for you. Â
His big hands sink deep to your hips to ground himself. The kiss became slopier and slopier, it felt like Michael could remove your make up you spent hours putting on, but it didnât matter, the taste of his mouth was electrifying, you simply couldnât let go.Â
As you two relish each other, the sound of the whole crowd from outside gave you two a startle, they were cheering. The two of you stopped and looked at the door in a panic, âis it time for the speeches?â Michael gasped out as soon as he let go of your lips, you turned from the door to Michaelâs face âno â it canât be, what time is it?â you asked, Michael looked at his watch, seeing it was 5.30 âabout half past fiveâŚâ Michael answered, âoh good! Speeches arenât until sixâ you quickly answered then immediately smothered Michael with your lips once again.Â
As the kiss got more aggressive, so was the movement of your hips, you were completely soaked, feeling your panties getting soggy and ruined by your pleasure. Michael occasionally bucked his hips as well, trying to feel your entrance.
âDonât stop⌠Please donâtâ Michael whined between the kiss, his begging made you more turned on than ever, you grab ahold of his jaw â guiding his lips and taking control, you gasp for air taking a break and throwing your head back again â..oh Michael!â you groan, Michael encouraging your hips to move even faster â wanting the euphoric feeling to last long, not even realize he was about to hit his tipping point.Â
âBaby I⌠Iââ he cried out, but then before he could complete his sentence, it was already too late, Michael had reached his climax and came. âAhâ no no noâ!â Michael choked, you realised the warmth hitting your crotch, looking down seeing Michael had completely ruined his pants. â...shit Michael what happened?!â you hissed out, âiâm sorry i⌠got carried awayâ he apologised, âwhat.. Michael no both of us did, nowâ is it noticeable?â you wondered. You stood up from his lap, letting Michael to stand up and looked at himself through the vanity mirror, the stain was undeniably visible â...yepâ Michael sighed. Things seemed to be looking down but then when all hope was lost you remembered there was a solution.
âWait! Michael I just remembered, I have an extra pair of pants in hereâ You claimed, you walked over to the small closet in the corner of the room digging out where you put it. âWhat? Reallyâ Michael questioned, you finally found it, pulling out the pair âhere we go, it was supposed to be for the groom just in case but, he said itâs only worth before the ceremony, so you can wear it â although it is a bit big but, itâll workâ you gave Michael the pairÂ
âthank you, you just saved me from a lot of troubleâ Michael thanked. After twenty minutes, Michael had his pants changed, completely relying on his belt to pull it all together âIt looks okay right?â Â Michael asked, the pants looked like they were noticeably not his size but he didnât look like a child wearing their parents clothes either, âlooks okay to meâ you reassure him.Â
The two of you noticed the crowd suddenly got more quiet, after looking at the time it was ten more minutes before speeches and toasts. âOkay! Uhm⌠we should go back, speeches are about to startâ you smiled while you point at the door, âr-right of courseâ Michael responded, âyou should go on ahead too, i might wanna⌠fix my hair a bitâ you excuse, Michael looked at you stare and realize it wasnât just him that was frazzled, he nodded and proceeded to head out, but before doing so he gave you one last peck on the cheek, your face felt like it was burning.Â
Sometime later Michael reached his way through the reception and find his seat with his other brothers, as he silently sits down he has his hands on his belt, subtly trying to not let it pull down.
âMikey whereâve you been? iâve been trying to look for you everywhereâ his brother Marlon asked, âi just went to the bathroom donât worry about itâ Michael quickly replied. Marlon notice Michael was acting strange, then he noticed his pants had completely changed sizes, âWhat happened to your pants?â Marlon concerningly asked, Michael looked over slightly panicking âi spilled some food okay, so i had to go change â luckily i found a pair in some dressing room thatâs allâ Michael explained.
As Marlon was processing his brothers weird answer, he also then noticed you just got to the reception seconds later in a hurry, you were touching up your hair as you walked and you were fixing your dress as well â straightening any wrinkles. Not only that but he indeed recognized you too.
Marlon connected the dotes quick and chuckled by the obvious real reason why Michael was in this state. âoh Mikey..â Marlon laughed, his hand covering his mouth preventing him from bursting.
Later that night Michael and his other brothers got to preform with their usual music and choreography, as you watch with the crowd all you were focused on was Michael â and you can tell, his new pair of pants werenât making things easy. You had to give Michael extra credit that he was talented enough to improvise and still making his moves phenomenal, you couldnât help but laugh but be impressed.
Once the wedding was over you and your sister were on your way to the car, then suddenly you felt a light tap in your shoulder. âMichael.. youâre still hereâŚâ you turn your head, you told your sister to start the car â telling her youâll meet her there. âHey uhm⌠you knowâ we should talk more, keep in touch, i really do miss youâŚâ Michael hoped, you smirked âreally? though we were doing som sort of one time thing, âwhatever happens in the wedding, stays in the weddingââ you crossed your arms giggling.
Michael laughed, knowing you were just joking, he pulled a table napkin from his pocket and hand it to you, âright⌠well why donât we find out sooner or laterâ you confusingly grabbed the napkin then looking at it longer, you realize Michael had written his phone number on it. You smiled widely âYeah weâll seeâ you answered back.
Synopsis: When Michael's brothers laugh at his offering to play Twister, you agree to join him, much to his delight, but things take a bit of a turn when it somehow transforms into a game of Strip Twister.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Tags: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Stripping, Loss of Virginity, Teasing, Slight Slow Burn, Sub!Michael, Dom!Reader, Begging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Handjobs, Praise Kink, Titty Sucking, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cowgirl Position
Word Count: 5,250
A/N: Remember when I made a post saying that I was writing a twister smut a few days after the biopic came out and I said I was gonna upload it later that night? Yeah me neither cuz that was so fucking long ago.
I honestly considered scrapping this several times because it was so incredibly difficult to write for some reason but after spending hours making the colored dot dividers myself on canva (i kept fucking up the spacing and sizing of the circles), I figured there was no way in hell I was gonna let all that work go to waste so I forced myself to finish the fic lol. I'm glad I did end up finishing it tho cuz despite how terrible I thought it was while writing it, I'm actually pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Enjoy!
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The sun was beating down on you with a vigor you hadn't seen in weeks and your left arm was increasingly getting sore with each instance of you lifting it up to glance at your watch. You could've sworn that at least 5 minutes had passed since the last time you looked at it, so why the minute hand had only moved one spot, you couldn't understand. Stifling a yawn for the umpteenth time today, you watched the brothers play basketball in the driveway through heavy eyelids.
It wasn't the standard for you to be hanging out with them. Michael was the one who had been your best friend and go-to hang out buddy since the day him and his whole family first moved into the neighborhood. But nearly a decade later, you were yearning for something more...intimate, and although you didn't have a ton of concrete evidence to back it up, you were confident that the feeling was mutual. So when you rang the doorbell at Hayvenhurst earlier today and were told by Katherine that Michael was currently at the toy store with Bill, you begrudgingly accepted the brothers' offer to watch them play solely for the purpose of killing time before Michael came home.
The sound of the gate opening and a running engine gradually approaching roused you out of whatever sleep you were just about to fall into. You hopped off the hood of the red car that you were sitting on top of, anxious to finally to be released from the shackles of watching this game. Michael stepped out of the car and greeted all of you before excitedly making his way over to the trunk. Once Bill opened the trunk, Michael yanked a familiar game out of a big blue shopping bag.
"Guys look, I got Twister! You wanna play tonight?" Michael just barely finished his sentence before all the boys started laughing at him.
"Twister? Really?"
"What are we gonna do with Twister?"
The smile that made Michael's face radiate like the sun depleted ever so slightly. "Come on, it'll be like the old days," he countered.
"We'd love to, Mike, but I gotta be at home with the family, I can't be playing games," argued Jermaine before immediately reverting his attention back to the ball.
"And the rest of us are going out tonight."
"Yeah, Marlon's got a hot date."
Michael cradled the box in the nook of his arm, a subtle look of dejection lingering in his eyes. "Marlon, what time are you gonna be home? We can play then."
Before Marlon could respond, Tito answered for him. "Marlon's gonna be playing his own game of Twister tonight."
They all went back to laughing, and in a series of rather fortunate events, you swooped in to snatch your chance of getting what you came here for: some alone time with Michael.
"I'll play with you," you said, and the light came back to his eyes as quickly as it left.
"At least there's one person around here who knows how to have fun," Michael responded, speaking indirectly to his brothers. "Come on then, the faster we get to my room, the more time we have to play."Â
With haste, Michael bolted to the front door of the house as you chased after him, laughter from the both of you filling the air as you ran past.
Whether 30 minutes had passed or 3 hours, it was difficult to tell. You and Michael had played an unfathomable number of rounds, and that same yawn that you stifled earlier started haunting your throat again. Michael on the other hand still had enough energy to play until the cows came home.
"Let's play one more round," Michael said, mimicking his words from the past 5 rounds while smoothing out the mat.
You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle another round of the same dreary game. It's not that you wanted to stop playing, it's just that you wanted to spice things up a bit. Twister would've been a blast to play on its own for 50+ plus rounds back when you were in grade school, but you were an adult now which meant you had a different, and slightly more raunchy idea of fun.
Just as that thought passed through your head, a light bulb went off and a devious grin crept on your face. Oh yes. Not only would the brilliant idea that just popped into your head make for a much more interesting game, but it would lead you right to where you wanted to be with Michael. Right to where you've wanted to be with him for years now.
"Michael, why don't we switch it up a bit? Play a different version of Twister than the one we've been playing this whole time?"
"A different version? Like what?"
"Strip Twister."
His head shot up. You could tell he was physically trying to restrain his eyes from popping out of his head. "Strip Twister?"
"Yeah, I learned how to play it from an old friend at summer camp several years ago. You play the game like how you normally would, but every time someone falls, that person has to remove an article of clothing and the game doesn't end until one of us is naked."
Michael chuckled uneasily. "I don't know if it's a good idea to play that version."
"Why not?" you asked in feigned oblivion.
"Because one of us is gonna end up seeing the other naked!" Michael exclaimed, though his tone of voice and body language didn't really express the same level of opposition as the words coming out of his mouth.
"Oh please, I took sex ed in school, I know what boys look like down there. Besides, we're not strangers. It's not that much different from seeing each other in our bathing suits."
Michael's face was unreadable. Worried that you had overstepped a boundary, your brain scrambled to find a way to go back in time 30 seconds and never mention the Strip Twister, but what Michael said next nearly made your own eyes pop out of your head.
"50 bucks says I'm the last one clothed by the end."
The same devious grin from earlier revisited your face, and you both shook hands to seal the deal; the last instance of purely platonic physical contact that you two would engage in for the rest of the day.
At the end of round 1, your socks were sacrificed. At the end of round 2, it was Michael's turn to sacrifice his socks. The finale of round 3 constituted the removal of Michael's plain white t-shirt, but round 4 was where you had to give up your Jordache jeans. After Michael's arms gave out on him in round 5, you teased him with a wolf-whistle as he discarded his black sweats, revealing the Mickey Mouse boxers he was wearing underneath. You nearly broke the skin on your bottom lip biting down on it to suppress your laughter. Round 6 was a close game, but your halter top was the next article of clothing that ended up on the floor at the end of that round.
Now in nothing but your second skins, the stakes were at an all time high. Michael was determined to be the last man standing (or clothed in this case) but you needed him to lose this next round to carry out your master plan as intended.
Michael was virtually heaving at this point and sounded breathless every time he spoke. You were shocked that he hadn't gotten a boner yet, especially considering the way he couldn't take his eyes off of your body. He spun the wheel right next to him. "Alright, right hand red."
Bullseye. There was no better body part/color combination that the arrow could've landed on, because with just one convenient placement of your right hand on the red dot all the way to the far edge of the mat, you were now promoted to hovering on top of Michael. The cloth prison that your breasts were still confined in left little to the imagination as your nipples prodded through the thin fabric in perfect line with Michael's gaze. His breath was hot on your cleavage and you could hear just the faintest bit of shakiness in it. And it wasn't long after you got into the new position that you felt something lightly press up against your underwear with more and more force by the second. It was as if whatever the mystery object was that was pressing up against your core was growing. The tiniest gasp escaped from Michael's mouth and he lowered his body as close to the ground as he could without actually touching it. There it was. You now wished you could go back to the crab-walk stance to see the mountain growing in his boxers in real time.
You leaned forward to be able to reach the arrow on the wheel and determine Michael's fate. He had turned his head to the side out of politeness when he saw you reach forward, but his willpower to remain gentlemanly was subpar at best because you clocked several instances of him glancing back at your breasts in the 5 seconds it took for the arrow to land on left foot red.
A Robin Hood Bullseye. Michael's left foot was all the way on the green dot farthest to the edge of the mat in line with where your right hand was. There was no way he would be able to get it all the way over to red without losing his balance and falling, especially with you on top of him limiting the amount of space he had for his leg to move.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes once he realized how rigorous this feat would be to accomplish, but he was only met with a witty smirk in return.
After a great deal of stalling, Michael revved himself up to hoist his left foot off of the green spot and plant it onto the red spot directly next to the one your right hand was on, but his strategy was foiled when his foot got stuck to the mat and caused him to collapse dramatically underneath you.
You cheered in victory, lifting yourself off of him to jump in the air and chant your triumph as he lay in the same position he fell in, his arms crossed weakly on top of his torso and his head rolled back in laughter. As much as he hated losing a game to you, he loved watching you put on a show every time you won. Once you finished rubbing your victory in his face, you plopped down right next to him and Michael briskly lifted his left knee up to hide the front of his boxers.
You rubbed his arms up and down, gently squeezing his lean biceps. "The $50 you can give me later, but Mickey Mouse is gonna have to say goodbye right now." You transitioned your hands from his biceps to the waistband of his underwear, and even through his deep brown skin, you could see the faintest hint of red looming on his cheeks before he covered his face with his hands and playfully tried to kick you away.
"No! Please!" he begged through a fit of giggles. "C'mon, let's do best out of 3."
"It doesn't work like that, applehead."
Michael carried on with his laughing fit for some time while you continued to toy with his waistband. At this point, he was fighting back less and less with each graze of your hand past his navel. In fact, he wasn't really putting much effort into hiding his erection anymore either. His legs now lay completely relaxed and flat on the floor, giving you a full view of the outline of his thick cock laying off to one side and protruding through the fabric, begging for some form of escape.
Curious as to whether he was no longer hiding his growing appendage on purpose or if he simply forgot it was there, you tugged his boxers down the slightest bit, just enough to see where the dark curls of his pubic hair began. He didn't stop you. He simply shuddered as another row of muffled giggles came out of his mouth. When he finally removed his hands from his face, he gazed up at you with a glimmer in his eyes that was anything but platonic.
"You're not stopping me," you pointed out.
Michael shook his head, looking as though he just got hit with Cupid's arrow.
You crossed your arms and sat back on your heels. "You figured out the reason why I suggested Strip Twister in the first place, didn't you?"
Michael nodded.
"So then you know where this is heading?"
He nodded once more.
"And you want me to continue?"
"Please," he squeaked, struggling to quell a smile that almost touched his eyes.
"Well," you swung a leg over to sit on top of him and bent down until his face was a blur in your eyes, "since you asked so nicely."
The gasp that emerged from Michael's mouth as you seated yourself directly on top of his aching bulge was briskly silenced by the delicate kiss you planted on his lips. You pulled back after the first initial peck to catch his reaction, and you were pleasantly surprised to see him lift his head up off the ground in a desperate attempt to meet your lips again.
Your hand found its way to the back of his head, cradling his curls, dampened by preliminary sweat, as you brought your lips to his once more. You lingered there for a little while longer this time, making sure to savor his taste. You hadn't realized just how starving you were for him until now, and neither did he. His hands maneuvered to your back to hold onto you, pulling you in until your bodies were pressing against each other. As your lips fought to consume one another, you grabbed hold of his hands and guided them to the hook of your bra. With a swift unclasp, the bra slid right off and down your arms before being thrown onto the pile with the rest of the discarded clothes.
A mini sigh of relief fell from your lips and trickled into Michael's mouth. Your breasts lay freely on his chest and your hearts synced together, thumping at a rapid pace as the dizziness in your heads made you both feel like your brains were being carried by ocean waves. Was this actually happening? Or did you fall asleep while watching the brothers play basketball and you were just dreaming right now? You would've pinched yourself to know for sure, but you much preferred the feeling of Michael's fingers desperately gripping your thighs as opposed to your own.
As much as Michael's sickly sweet lips satisfied your craving orally, your core still remained starved for the delicacy that lay between his legs. Lightly, your hips began to rock back and forth on his clothed member. Michael whimpered, his legs wriggling beneath you and his hands dancing in a mixture of balling themselves into fists and retracting.
The slickness from your cunt began to coat the entire bottom of your panties, making the part of Michael's boxers that his shaft hugged so tightly sopping wet as well. For whatever part of his boxers wasn't soaked from your juices, the precum oozing out of him finished the job.
What started as a gentle back-and-forth motion eventually turned into aggressive grinding. These damn panties and boxers were in your way, barricading you from the real thing, and no matter how hard you rubbed yourself on Michael, it wasn't enough. He must've felt the same way, because while you were both still tongue-deep in each other's mouths, you felt his fingers tuck themselves into the sides of your panties, signaling to you that he wanted you to take them off.
You lifted yourself up, met with a whiny protest from Michael, and bit your lip as you smiled pompously. "I'm sorry, was I the one that lost Twister?" you asked him.
He shook his head, his eyes stark on your tits.
"That's right. You were the one that lost, which means these have to come off first," you said, playfully tugging at his boxers.
You teased him for what was realistically about 2 minutes, but to him, it felt like hours. You snaked your hands underneath the boxers to squeeze and knead his trembling thighs before migrating them over to his cock, which was still fully clothed, giving him a lazy hand job that made him squirm and writhe defenselessly.
"Please⌠Just take it off⌠I can't⌠I need⌠Mmph."
You giggled, butterflies going haywire in the pit of your stomach. You had never seen him act like this before, so needy and entirely helpless at your disposal. You would've teased him for even longer just to see how much he could handle before he cracked, but at this point, your legs were starting to quiver as well, and you had become so wet that you could physically feel the fluid dripping out of your pussy in real time.
"As you wish," you gladly stated, and with one sturdy pull, his boxers were dragged down from his hips and off of his legs.
Michael sighed in relief as his dick sprang free, slapping his stomach and leaving a thin string of precum connecting his glistening tip to the spot that it hit before standing fully upright.
You swallowed your breath. They say that the camera adds 10 lbs. Well, it must've been the case that Mickey Mouse boxers subtract 10 lbs, because the silhouette of his dick in his underwear could not even begin to compare to how big it looked when it was wild and free.
Slightly curved towards himself with speckles of lighter skin all around and a broad vein running down the shaft, you guesstimated that his dick must've been at the very least 7 and a half inches, maybe even 8. You became a bit nervous. You weren't a virgin, unlike Michael, but none of the other guys you had been with in the past were even remotely close in size to him. Was all that going to fit inside of you? There was only one way to find out, and God, you couldn't wait to find out the answer.
In a tantalizing manner, you grabbed hold of his hands and tucked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, silently giving him permission to do what he wanted to do 3 minutes ago. With shaky hands, he carefully slid your underwear off of you, his hands gliding down your thighs before you briskly passed your feet through the holes and threw them onto the pile, topping it off like the star on a Christmas tree.
Eager for the main event with your slickness now crawling down onto your inner thighs, you pounced on top of Michael, grabbing hold of his face and planting your lips onto his once more. As your tongues danced with each other and his hands went back to caressing your body, focusing on the parts that weren't accessible to him until now, yours slithered down, gliding past his throat where you could feel his heart beating inside of it, past his chest covered in a thick sheen of perspiration, past his stomach where you traced the lines that made up his delicate abs, and past the mound of curly black pubic hair until they wrapped around his pulsating cock.
Michael expelled a drawn-out mewl as you stroked him thoroughly, starting at the very bottom of the base and pushing up until his foreskin swallowed the tip before you glided your hand back down and the glistening head bloomed once more. The squelching noises accompanied by Michael's kitten-like whimpers were music to your ears.
"Please, please," he begged as you continued to fondle him, rotating your hands as you went up and down to ensure that no part of his dick was left unstroked, "I just wanna be inside you already, pleaseâŚ"
You fought hard to suppress a shudder, having almost came right then and there from hearing him say that. You had spent this whole time having a ball teasing Michael to the point of madness that you hadn't realized just how close you were to your own tipping point until he said those magic words in that delectably high-pitched voice of his. It was in that moment that you released your hands from his cock and pulled him up so that he was sitting upright, leaning against the edge of his bed as opposed to laying flat on the floor like he had been this whole time. You needed to be face to face with him for this moment.
You maneuvered yourself to hover over his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck and touching your foreheads together as he gripped and kneaded your ass with desperation. It almost felt like he was trying to push your hips down. You took the hint and finally lowered yourself onto him at long last. As his lubed tip began to pierce through your hole, shockwaves of pleasure emanated through the both of you, starting at the base of your groins and dispersing all throughout your bodies until you could feel the tingles passing through each follicle of hair on your scalp. Michael's head rolled back as a moan of intense relief escaped from his throat, and your mouth hung open as you felt his member stretch your ribbed walls inch by inch.
Your thighs trembled like mad trying their absolute hardest to hold your weight as you slowly drew yourself down. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches, 4 inches. It burned so good. You viciously sucked on his neck trying to distract yourself from the pain, knowing that pure bliss was coming soon, and the vibrations that his moans set off on your teeth helped open your cunt to let him in deeper. 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inchesâŚ
Soon your pussy swallowed all 8 inches of him and your trembling thighs were finally rewarded with resting on top of his as you both let out a low-drawn groan in unison. You stayed there for a little while, wanting to relish in the feeling of his dick being hugged tightly by the slick walls of your cunt.
"God, you're so big, it's making me so full," you whispered breathlessly against the skin of his neck. "You want me to start moving up and down?"
An incomprehensible noise emitted from Michael's throat as he furiously nodded his head, a couple beads of sweat shaking off of his curls as a result.
"I need an audible answer, baby."
"Hmmph," he said, digging his fingers into your hips in an attempt to try and lift you up.
Dissatisfied with him not listening to you, you snatched his wrists and yanked them up so that his hands hung above his head. He looked at you with a feeble pout, his eyes beginning to turn glossy from the tears of desperation that were burning in the back of his skull.
"You are gonna answer me with a verbal 'yes' or 'no' like a good boy or I'm gonna put my clothes back on and walk out of here right now." You were bluffing, of course. You wouldn't dream of walking out of the room during a moment as beautiful as this, but Michael didn't need to know that. "One more time, do you want me to start moving up and down?"
"Y-yes please. Please just move, hmph, I've been waiting forever for this, just please do it already~"
"I've been waiting forever for this." There it was. The proof you needed that the feelings you had for Michael for years now were indeed mutual. And no amount of "please's" or magic words were as effective in giving Michael what he wanted as that sweet phrase that you yourself had waited forever for.
"As you wish," you repeated yourself from earlier.
Fighting through the ache in your thighs, you lifted yourself all the way up until nothing but the very top of his tip was still inside of you and slammed yourself back down, both of your thighs creating a deafening clap on impact.
A stunned wail erupted from Michael's throat at the initial drop. He clung to you as if a gust of wind was enough to drag you away from him, burying his head into the crevice of your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears leaking out of his eyes and onto your collarbone as you maintained the same pattern of stroking his cock with your pussy from tip to base.
"Ooh, ah, ah, it feels so good... You feel so good~" Michael's voice wobbled with every bounce you did. After several strokes, you had finally gotten used to his size and could pick up the pace, bouncing so fast that Michael could no longer keep his head buried in your shoulder. You lifted him up by his curls and giggled at his face. The face of a man who was in shambles at this very moment in time. The face of a man who didn't have an ounce of control over anything and liked it like that. The face of a man who would do whatever you wanted right now, so long as you kept riding him.
His tear-stained eyes couldn't pull themselves away from your breasts jiggling to the rhythm. You were just about to start getting close, you could feel it, but you needed an extra push.
"Michael, baby," you cooed, "d'you wanna be a good boy and suck on my titties for me?"
No verbal response yet again. Instead, he answered by grabbing your right breast and enveloping his lips around your areola, visibly trying to shove as much of your tit into his mouth as he could. You moaned in surprise pleasure, enraptured to see him so eager to fulfill your request without second thought.
You continued riding him at a steady pace, both of your juices blending to form an off-white elixir that presented itself as a ring around the base of Michael's cock where you landed with each recoil. Your hands gripped and kneaded his curls, forming knots in his hair that he could care less about as his tongue swirled in circles and figure eights around your erected nipples. He sucked and slurped your breasts like it was his last meal, his toes curling as you pounded down onto him repeatedly.
It was when he began to lightly tug at your nipples with his teeth that you could start to feel it. That fire kindling deep within the pit of your stomach that gave you the warning. Hastily, you shoved Michael's face deeper into your chest, not wanting him to stray even a centimeter away from where he was, and he obliged with pleasure as you thrusted yourself all the way down onto his member and started to vigorously grind your throbbing clit on top of his pubic mound.
The friction from Michael's course pubic hair against your clit sent you into a frenzy as you felt the sensation of fireworks going off inside of you. Your hips stuttered against his as your diaphragm squeezed itself against your will to fill the room with your boisterous moans. Your nails dug into his scalp and your eyes rolled back until you could see nothing but the unidentifiable color of your eyelids. As you bucked your hips, riding out the last bit of your euphoria, your thighs squelched as all of the juices that expelled from your pussy found its way past the barrier that Michael's rock hard dick planted inside of you and spilled out of you and all over him, leaving itself as a glimmering puddle on his lap.
Your grinding slowed as the aftershocks of your cunt pulsing every few seconds like a heartbeat squeezed Michael's cock, but he frantically urged you not to stop now as his high was nearing.
"No, no, no, please, I've been a good boy, please don't stop now, I feel it coming~"
Suddenly regaining all of your energy, you went back to riding him in full force, pulling him away from your breasts and into your line of view so that you could watch his climax in all its glory.
"Yes, you've been such a good boy," you assured him, knowing full well that the floodgates would burst open the more you praised him. "You'll be the best boy in the world if you cum inside of me, baby. Don't be afraid, just let it all out."
"Uuuuughhh, mmmmph~" His eyes squeezed shut in concentration and his hips started to buck against yours, causing you to fall out of rhythm for a few seconds before you both found the right beat, your thighs pounding against each other with resounding claps before Michael's breathing hitched, his back arched, and he latched onto you.
"Ohh, ahh, I'm cumming, oh my God, I'm cumming!" he cried out. Your name fell mercilessly from his lips as thick ropes of warm cum spurted out of him and splattered onto the rigid walls of your pussy. Your cunt dragged his creamy liquid up and down his shaft, coating his entire dick as you still continued to ride him while he was finishing, doing your best to milk him dry. Loud wailing moans soon turned into mewling whines as the last bit of cum weakly dribbled out of Michael's fully pumped cock and you slowed down in time to feel him pulse inside of you before shrinking back down to his flaccid size.
None of you said anything for a while as you both caught your breaths and tried to register what just happened. Michael's head rested on your shoulder and you rubbed his back while murmuring praises in his ear about what a good job he did. Although when you did so, you could've sworn you felt one last gush of cum expel out of him as he jolted ever so slightly in your arms.
"Do you feel better?" you asked him. He lifted himself off of your shoulder, nodding his head and gulping heavily as if attempting to swallow a tablespoon of peanut butter before reaching over to his wallet, which had been resting on the ottoman pressed up against the bed this whole time, and pulling out a crisp $50 bill. You chuckled, having completely forgotten about that part of the deal before snatching the bill in between your index and middle finger like it was a cigarette and grabbing your jeans from the pile to tuck it into the pocket of.
"So, uh," Michael gulped once more, "what should we do now?" He was visibly love drunk, though you weren't sure if a cold shower would be enough to sober him up.
At this moment in time, you knew that it was in your guys' best interests to clean yourselves up and get dressed before anyone came in, but just for the sake of wanting to be funny, you had to ask:
Summary: a good opportunity having the house to yourselves, is give Michael his first blow job
Contains: smut, one-shot, blow job, established relationship, sub! Michael, whining, a bit of dry humping
wc: 1k
a/n: em dash â ai masterlist
You and Michael lay comfortably in the couch â well Michael was, you sat on his lap as you two were passionately making out, ever since the two of you had the house all to yourselves, what more would you rather do than doing this? you were in heaven, and so was he.
As the two of you were tasting each other, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while Michael had his hands all over your body over the shirt, you took of your bra awhile ago, leaving Michael the free will to roam his hands all over you but â he kept things at bay. Something that you had appreciate about is how much of a gentleman Michael is, from the moment you two started dating, he had always kept his hands to himself. Which you surely have to be grateful for but â at some point you were debating whether he was just being polite or straight up scared to start anything.
Your nipples harden as Michael circled it over the shirt with his thumbs, as it continues on, you started to slowly grind against heâs growing bulge. It wasnât something new for you to be dry humping him since youâve done it before. Kissing and rubbing bodies against each other were the only things that Michael was brave enough to do, because it all involved over the fabric. You slipped out a moan through the kiss as the grinding becomes progressively faster, Michael had his hands on your ass, encouraging you to go faster.
It felt incredibly good, but just now thinking about the lack of things Michael is willing to do intimate things was starting to bother you, guess you have to take matters into your own hands. You then stopped grinding and parted your lips from his, Michael â before was in his usual satisfied state, opened his eyes noticing the pause. âWhyâd you stop baby?â He immediately asked, âI want to try something elseâŚâ you trailed off, Michael looked hesitant at first âuhh.. what do you wanna tryâŚ?â Michael questioned curiously. Your fingers then slithered to his thick belt, starting to unbuckling it teasingly, you smiled biting your lip as you gaze into Michaelâs eyes. Michael looked down on what your hands were doing â immediately figuring out what you wanted to do.
âNo no b-baby we shouldnât-!â Michael bursted out, his hands reach to yours â trying to stop you, âbut whyâŚ?â You pouted, âbecause you donât have to really, Iâm already happy on what you were doing beforeâ Michael explained, âbut we havenât done it before â and, I really want to⌠I just need you to say the same thing, please..?â You convince, Michael gaze at your puppy dog eyes, seeing it sparkle, your fingers caress his belt seeing if that will convince him even more. Michael sighed, he looked at the ceiling for a split then back to you, âokayâŚâ he breathed out.
Your smile widened as he agrees, your body immediately shifted lower, like a snake slithering downwards. Your knees meet the carpet, you spread Michaelâs legs further apart â then you started to unbuckle his belt. Already Michael was a nervous wreck, his hands were clawing into the couch, his breath straggled â and you havenât even started yet. You realize he was like this once you look up âMichael⌠relaxâ you reassure him, he looks down at you ââŚyou sure you wanna do this?â He asked sincerely, at first the question made you realize maybe he didnât want to do it, and you were too forceful, but then you his erection started to throb â growing more hard. He wants this, you looked back up to his with a smile âyesâ you answered.
Once Michaelâs belt was completely off, you unzipped his jeans, lowering his boxers, his cock sprung out â already leaking with precum. You bit your lip, this was the first time youâve seen his cock â it was big. Starting off you began lightly sucking the head, your tongue licking the precum, Michaelâs brows furrowed at the action â his mouth gap open. You then started to suck deeper, trying to get as much of his length as you can, as you suck â your tongue wraps onto his member, from standing straight up Michael completely lets his back rest to the couch, his eyes shut tight. A moan slipped out of Michaelâs mouth â with that he bit his bottom lip, desperately trying to not let any noise slip up. You started to bop your head, keeping up a certain pace, Michael jolted â automatically bucking his hips to you, a whine slipped out â growing more and more needy, Michael covered his mouth, realizing just biting down wonât let his pathetic sounds from getting out.
You look up towards him realizing he was torturing himself, you let go of his cock â leaving a string of saliva âMichael⌠take your hand away please, I wanna hear you..â your tongue licked a strip of his length. Michael could feel the hot breath of your mouth against his member, he put his hand back to the couch â and let out a breathy sigh âbaby⌠youâre so good at thisâ he pled. It encourages you to continue, your mouth going back in to his length â sucking harder then before, Michael moaned by every movement you make, he threw his head back â letting all kinds of sounds come out of his mouth. It was music to your ears, Michael notice you were slowing down, he had the deepest urge to place his hand on top of your head â but he just couldnât.
â..ah b-baby.. could you, go faster- please..â he begged, and with that you fastened the pace, you try to indulge every inch of his cock â but then realizing you were still half way there. Your saliva dripping down his member, making a mess. You let go of if cock one last time, only to adjust your hair, Michael unintentionally whine as you were edging him, you then went back in â this time, you try to deep throat, opening your mouth wide. Michael felt like he wanted to scream, the extreme pleasure was to much, his fingers dug through the couch â his hip jerked forwards again. âBaby.. please i need.. i need you- âŚso goodâŚâ heâs blabbering, by how hitched his breaths were, he was close. You finally manage to suck his whole length â Michael groan deeply, he stared at the ceiling seeing stars. âAhh..!â heâs mouth gaped, he jerked his hips one last time until he reached his climax.
His cum filled your mouth full, the it started to drip â it was more then you expected. You swallowed it whole, then you cleaned his member with you tongue, licking any messes you left. Michael felt relived, he finally place his one hand on top of your head, just to rub your hair. You look up at his gaze, he was still catching his breath. "That was.." he trailed off speechless, "good..?" you finished the sentence smiling. Michael shook his head giggling "no... more then that, amaizing"
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i'm not even ashamed i loved tears so so so much i need more crying whiny submissive michael you write him so WELL!!!!!! maybe reader takes him to a library or late night movie (somewhere quiet and semi private really) and jerks him off, promising to let him come if he's able to keep quiet? have a wonderful night đЎ
in the dark âą michael jackson
âą otw!michael x f!reader â A late-night movie date with a restless Michael takes a risky turn in the darkness of the back row. When hands start to wander in the dark, he is left desperately struggling to muffle his gasps and keep from getting caught.
âą smut, hand job, mention of ây/nâ twice, sub!michael, public hand job, risk of getting caught
The cool night air hit your skin as you walked side-by-side with Michael toward the glowing marquee of the theater. He was trying his best to look inconspicuous, buried under a slightly oversized jacket, his signature curls tucked loosely beneath a flat cap, and aviator sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose despite the sun having set hours ago.
Even with the his growing fame taking over , this specific theater was his favorite escape.
"I'm telling you, they have the absolute best popcorn in the city," Michael insisted, his voice a nervous, excited pitch as he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet. He reached out, his long fingers gently catching your hand and squeezing it. "And the late showings are usually pretty chill. It's perfect."
"If you say so, angle face," you teased, leaning into his side. "But if we get swarmed by a mob of screaming fans, I'm letting them know it was entirely your idea."
Michael let out that high, melodic laugh of his, the sound warming you completely. "Deal. But look, we'll just blend right in."
The lobby had a steady hum of people milling about, grabbing snacks and chatting. Michael practically floated up to the ticket counter, pulling some crumpled bills from his pocket with a shy smile, keeping his head down. "Two for the thriller, please," he murmured softly to the teenager working the register, who handed over the stubs without a second glance.
Once the tickets were secure, Michael practically dragged you by the hand toward the concession stand. The smell of hot butter and sugar filled the air, and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
"We need a large popcorn. Extra butter. Oh, and Red Vines. Do you want Red Vines, or should we get M&Ms? Let's get both," he rambled, already pointing at the glass display.
"Michael, we are only two people, we don't need the entire inventory," you laughed, pulling his arm back slightly. "Just the popcorn and the M&Ms is fine. I'll carry the candy, you get the bucket."
"Alright, alright," he conceded, blushing slightly as he paid. With your hands full, he guided you down the dimly lit hallway toward the auditorium. When you walked in, you realized the theater wasn't empty at all.
While it wasn't a packed house, there was a healthy crowd scattered throughoutâcouples whispering a few rows down, groups of friends laughing near the middle, and a few people sitting just a row or two ahead of you.
Michael led you all the way to the very back row, slipping into the plush red seats right in the center. He immediately kicked his loafers off, tucking his white-socked feet up onto the seat, and set the massive bucket of popcorn between you. He took off his sunglasses, his dark, soulful eyes sparkling in the flickering glow of the screen as the trailers started to roll.
"See? What did I tell you?" Michael whispered proudly, leaning his head close to yours, his shoulder brushing against your own. "Best seats in the house."
"It is pretty perfect," you admitted, turning your head to look at him. But looking around at the rows of people in front of you, a sudden, thrilling wave of mischief washed over you.
The risk of being caught right here in public, with people just a few feet away, made your heart race.
You looked down at his lap, then back up to his face, a slow smirk spreading across your lips. "Let's see if we can make it a little more interesting, though."
Michael swallowed hard, his eyes darting to yours, suddenly picking up on your shift in energy. "What do you mean?"
Instead of answering, you let your hand slide off your own armrest, bypassing the popcorn entirely, and let your fingers sink into his lap, brushing right past the bucket. Your fingers lightly traced the fabric of his trousers, right along his inner thigh.
Michael stiffened instantly. A sharp intake of breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes darted from the screen down to your hand, then frantically scanned the rows of people in front of you. His cheeks flared a deep, burning crimson, visible even in the dim light.
"Baby," he whispered, his voice a frantic, breathless pitch. "What are you doing? Someone's gonna see..."
The sheer thrill of the crowd around you only fueled you. You didn't answer. You just gave him a knowing smile and let your fingers venture higher, deliberately tracing the rapidly growing heat between his legs. Michael let out a tiny, trapped gasp, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He tried so hard to focus on the movie, but as your palm cupped him through his pants, feeling how hard he already was for you, his head rolled back against the seat.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. He was a complete, flustered mess, utterly helpless against your touch, terrified someone would turn around.
Leaning close, you whispered against his ear, telling him exactly what you were going to do to him if he promised to be a good, quiet boy. Michael could only nod frantically, biting his bottom lip so hard it lost its color.
Slowly and carefully, you unzipped him. The slide of the metal zipper felt incredibly loud to his hyper-sensitized ears, making him shiver. You slipped your hand inside, your warm fingers wrapping around his length. Michael let out a shaky, trembling sigh, his hips twitching involuntarily into your palm.
You started a slow, deliberate stroking rhythm. He was so sensitive, whimpering softly under his breath, a sound so sweet and submissive it made your chest tighten.
He arched his back slightly, his head tossing from side to side as you teased him, varying your paceâspeeding up just enough to make his breath hitch, then slowing down to an agonizingly cruel crawl.
"Please," he whimpered, a tiny, desperate sound completely at your mercy. He clamped a hand over his own mouth, his wide, dark eyes looking at you with pure, unfiltered need. He was a trembling, sweaty, beautiful mess, doing everything in his power to keep from making a scene.
Right then, the loud action scene on the screen abruptly cut away. The movie shifted to a tense, dead-silent dramatic pause.
At that exact microsecond, you gave him a firm, deliberate squeeze.
"Ahânn..."
A distinct, high-pitched whimper escaped Michaelâs lips, echoing just a little too loudly in the quiet theater. A person a few rows ahead shifted in their seat, and Michaelâs eyes went wide with sheer panic. He immediately froze, terrified they had been caught.
Amused by his panic, you instantly pulled your hand away, resting it innocently on your own lap.
Michael whimpered again, but this time it was a whine of pure deprivation. He looked down at his lap, then up at you, his eyes glossy and pleading. Without your touch, the contrast was agonizing. He looked so beautifully desperate, completely undone by you.
"Y/N... please," he whispered, his voice cracking, entirely submissive to whatever you wanted. "Don't stop. I'll be quiet, I promise. Please."
You let him beg for just a few seconds more, enjoying the sight of the world's biggest star completely under your thumb in a room full of people. Finally, you smirked, leaning in to kiss his burning cheek before sliding your hand back inside his pants, rescuing him from the edge and letting him sink right back into the quiet, breathless bliss.
Your smirk widened at his desperate expression, but you didnât keep him waiting for long. Sliding your hand back down into his unzipped trousers, your warm fingers enveloped his throbbing length once more.
Michael let out a muffled, frantic gasp against his hand, his hips instantly jerking upward into your palm in sheer relief. The sudden movement caused the popcorn bucket between you to rustle loudly, the sound mimicking a sudden thunderclap in his hyper-sensitive ears.
"Shh, Mikey," you teased, your voice a barely audible breath against his ear as your thumb stroked over the wet tip of him. "You have to be quiet, remember? Look how many people are right in front of us."
Michaelâs eyes darted wildly over the tops of the seats ahead. Just three rows down, a couple was sharing a box of candy, completely oblivious to the pop icon unraveling in the back row.
The proximity of everyone else made his heart hammer violently against his ribs, an intoxicating mix of sheer terror and overpowering arousal.
"I'll be good," he choked out, his voice trembling as he clamped his hand harder over his mouth. "Just... please, Y/N."
You didn't show him any mercy. You quickened the pace, your hand sliding up and down his shaft in a tight, fluid rhythm. Michaelâs head thrashed back against the plush headrest, his eyelids fluttering frantically as he tried to ride the waves of pleasure you were dictating. He was completely undone, a whimpering, submissive mess under your control, entirely at the mercy of your moving hand.
Every time his hips tried to pick up the speed to chase the friction, you deliberately slowed down, turning the rhythm agonizingly agonizing until he whined against his own palm, pleading with his eyes.
"You like it when I do this, Michael?" you whispered, leaning in so close your lips brushed his burning earlobe. You picked up the pace again, adding a firm, twisting motion at the top.
He could only nod frantically, a stray curl falling across his forehead, damp with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as the friction built, the heat between his legs becoming unbearable. He was so incredibly close, his entire body tightening like a coiled spring.
On the screen, the music began to swell, a dramatic crescendo of strings signaling a climax in the film. You recognized the cue and seized the moment, pumping your hand faster and harder, gripping him firmly.
Michaelâs eyes went completely wide, a gloss of sheer ecstasy washing over them. His toes curled inside his white socks, his free hand gripping your thigh with desperate, digging fingers as he reached the point of no return.
"Babyâ" he gasped out against his knuckles, his voice cracking into a high, broken note as the movie screen erupted into a loud explosion.
Under the cover of the cinematic blast, Michael arched his back completely off the seat, his hips bucking helplessly into your hand as he came. Thick, hot rope after rope coated your palm, his body trembling violently with every pulse. He let out a succession of muffled, breathless hitches, completely spent, his head falling weakly onto your shoulder as the tremors slowly subsided.
You kept your hand still, letting him breathe as his racing heart slowly began to decelerate. He felt incredibly heavy against you, completely pliable and soft, all the tension melted out of him.
After a few minutes, you carefully pulled your hand away, using a stray napkin from the concession stand to clean yourself and then gently wiping him down before doing up his zipper.
Michael slowly opened his eyes, his cheeks still flushed a beautiful, rosy pink. He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, a shy, incredibly sweet smile returning to his face. He leaned over, pressing a soft, trembling kiss to your cheek.
"You're bad," he whispered, his voice still incredibly raspy and breathless as he reached over to hold your clean hand, squeezing it tightly. "But thank you."
â SUMMARY: Michael is always so shy whenever you two are intimate, so you work him up so you can hear him pleasure himself while you âsleep.â
â WARNINGS: sub!mike, masturbation (m), whining, voyeurism, getting caught, humiliation kink, somnophilia, use of daddy to tease, use of mama, smut with not much plot (who cheered), not proofread (yet!)
â WC: 2.2k
â A/N: Loosely ib this tweet. Took me forever to get around to this because i wanted it to be perfect, but i got wine drunk and wrote this in one sitting lol..
âCâmere ân kiss me, pretty boy.â
You knew that was gonna get him going, and thatâs exactly why you said it.
Michael practically flew to the bed after shutting off your shared bedroomâs light and almost throwing his reading glasses on his nightstand. A small part of you wanted to roll your eyes at the subconscious action; he never wanted the lights on, and all you wanted to do was see his pretty face contorted in pleasure while he fucked you into the sheets. The only light coming through the room was from the TV on your dresser, silently humming in the background.
âMmm, you smell so good,â he whispered to you shyly in between pecks.
You knew. You took extra time with your skincare and shower tonight, purposefully applying lotions and body oils that you noticed made him crazy.
Making a conscious decision not to give him any sort of relief, you changed your position from being on your side to straddling his thighs, careful not to to grind the prominent bulge growing underneath his endearing money-print pajamas. He wasnât wearing underwear, perfect.
He pulled away, eyeing you with heavy lids. He was so easy for you and you took advantage of that fact any time you could.
âThis lilâ numberâŚYou look perfect. Like a doll.â He bit his lip and adjusted your strap as his gaze traveled down the length of the red slip dress you were wearing. His favorite color.
Cupping the back of your neck with his hand, he pulled you in for another kiss, this one hungrier than the last.
His tongue immediately darted into your mouth the moment your lips parted, wasting no time for a buildup. He was starving.
You pulled away as far as you could with his strong grip on your neck.
âSomeoneâs a little eager. You hungry, daddy?â you teased, drawing out âdaddyâ the way you did when you wanted to push his buttons. It worked. He made a little tortured sound at the back of his throat and cleared it to hide it.
Irritated with his bashfulness, you started slowly grinding against his thighs, stopping just short of his surely leaking sex.
ââCause I am,â you added.
He fluttered his eyes, not leaving them closed nor open, torn between shutting them in anticipated pleasure or watching the dreamlike scene in front of him.
âStop hidinâ. I wanna see those pretty eyes. Please, baby?â you asked him sweetly. The two of you loved this little game you had; you pretended he was daddy, and you asked him please, and you told him thank you, but you were always in control. Something about the act of asking for âpermissionâ and taking the âcontrolâ from Michael added to the fun.
His eyeballs flew open immediately, almost comically bulging. Leaning down teasingly slow, you connected your lips once again, and his large hand, still at the nape of your neck, held you impossibly close. With your tongues swirling and your core still grinding painfully close to his, he was swimming in need. It only worsened when you started moaning into his mouth like a cat in heat. He wanted to whine out so badly, but the idea of you hearing how pathetic he was getting stopped him.
His free hand snaked its way to your waist and attempted to pull you closer, to break that infinitesimal gap between you. Not wanting to give in, you slapped it away harshly and placed your hand on his neck, daring to squeeze.
âOh, god. Youâre gonna drive me insane, baby. Please,â he almost whined. He attempted to dive back in for another kiss to conceal how flustered he was. You pressed your other hand to his chest and pushed him into the pillows.
âWhatcha pleadinâ for?â you questioned seductively, tightening the grip around his neck ever so slightly.
âCâmon, you gonna make me say it?â He looked at you, offended.
âUse your words, love. Iâm not a mind reader yâknow.â You felt on top of the world.
Michael was soaking through his pajama pants now; you could feel a wet spot on its fabric. With this in mind, you faked a yawn, setting your plan into action.
He still said nothing.
âMmm, well Iâm tired. Gonna go to sleep, âkay?â You adjusted your hands and position on top of him so fast, it seemed almost impossible that you were close to making him cum untouched.
âW-wait, we didnât even get to doâŚI wantâŚâ he trailed off.
âHm?â You pretended to be confused, feeling him adjust himself beneath you.
âIâŚah-â Your body pressed against his hard on, as you pretended to innocently give him a hug, âN-nothing. Gânight, angel. I love you.â
You pressed a kiss to his chin, shifting your hips against his again, and whispered, âI love you, Mikey. Gonna dream of you.â
He slightly titled his body over to let you roll off of him, and tucked you under the blankets tenderly, trying his hardest to ignore the unattended lust growing inside of him.
Michael decided to try and pay attention to the old black & white comedy on television, but every few minutes, heâd take a look at you and his dick would throb hungrily. You were wearing nothing under your slip dress, and your bare ass and sticky folds were peeking through the edge of the blanket on top of you.
After about 10 minutes, you made a show of taking loud, even breaths in an attempt to prove that youâd fallen asleep. You started softly sighing and whimpering ever so slightly- the way you knew you always did in your sleep- only this time more suggestively.
Around minute 14, youâd almost given up on the whole act, realizing Michael was probably too shy to even think about touching himself next to you, even if you were asleep. You were wrong.
He couldnât take it. He tried. Really, truly tried, but he was hurting, and itâs not like heâd have to tell you.
Hesitantly, after lifting the blanket off of your backside to reveal your naked body to him some more, he quietly drooled into his hand and dipped it into his pants. His fingers lingered on his pelvis, trailing teasing paths around the area just like you would. The thought of your hand there made him lose himself too quickly, and his wet and sticky hand found his sore dick and tugged graciously from base to tip.
The absoluteâŚpervertedness of his actions only somehow turned him on more. The fact that you could wake up to take a sip of water, or you could turn over to him wanting to cuddleâŚIt all added to the desire.
A secret part of him wanted to be caught. To be humiliated by you seeing the worked up state you coaxed him into.
The waistband of his pajama pants became a barrier, a nuisance of an obstacle stopping him from experiencing the extent of pleasure that he wanted to. If he was gonna do this, he might as well go all the way, right?
So, he slid them off with his legs, not enough care in his mind to see if the movement made you stir in your sleep.
He jerked himself with an easier motion now: up and twist, and down and tug, and up and twist. Over and over and over. The exact way you did with both of your pretty hands.
âMmph,â he whimpered. Silently, but it was still louder than heâd usually let you hear.
Your heart pounded brutally. He was really doing it.
Being greedy, you stirred a bit in your âsleep,â positioning yourself in between being on your back and on your side, in his direction. You let out a theatrical sleep moan, and Michael froze.
He looked you over for a bit, focusing on your face to make sure you werenât looking. Then, his horny gaze flitted to what was in between your thighs, wide open and fully on display for him. He continued.
Sheâs still so wet for me, he thought to himself.
The truth was, you were unfortunately getting wetter and wetter just by hearing him while you were turned around.
Facing him without watching was proving to be a challenge though, because he started making noise, and lots of it.
âGod- yes. PleaseâŚpleaseâŚâ he begged. He was still looking at you through lidded eyes and tugging his dick at a relentlessly slow pace, imagining you teasing him and making him beg for it.
You squeezed your thighs together a little too harshly, feeling the pressure on your clit at the action.
He looked at you more intensely then, still pumping himself, but taken by surprise at the loud slap of your legs closing.
âNoâŚâ he whispered to himself. He wanted you to stay spread.
He reached his free hand over and separated your legs again, taking in just how close youâd gotten to him while you tossed and turned. The scent of your body oil hit the back of his throat at the same time he twisted his wrist at his tip, and he moaned. A full, throaty moan of erotic pleasure and need, and he didnât even care.
Still having half a mind not to wake you, he ghosted his fingers over one of your inner thighs. He needed to touch you. To ground himself. That only made it worse, though, because he felt your arousal half dried on your thigh.
âO-oh. Angel, please...L-love it whenâŚâ He was speaking nonsense now, just saying any thought that came into his head. Heâs never been this loud masturbating even completely alone.
His pumping grew faster, and you could hear the lewd sounds of his precum and spit squelching around his patterned dick. You wanted to look so badly.
âPâŚlease, I-iâll be good. Please, pleaseâŚâ he babbled.
Whatâs he thinkinâ about? you wondered to yourself.
He was trying to edge himself. Just like you did. He was gripping his base harder and speeding up his jerking just the way you would whenever you were working him to an orgasm, only to snatch it away from him.
His hand snaked closer to your pussy, and he collected the arousal. He was craving this. He stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and his eyes fluttered shut at the taste.
âNgh, so good, b-baby,â he moaned around his fingers, complimenting his mindâs imagination of you. He was being unabashedly loud now, the desire to be caught fucking his own fist like a needy loser ever growing.
The feeling of your body heat next to him while he did this was only adding fuel to the fire rising to his abdomen. He was so close. Droplets of his precum were landing on his pelvis in bursts.
âSo close- ngh- ahh- I need-â He yanked his hand away immediately â he almost orgasmed.
âDammitâŚâ he protested to nobody. Removing his fingers from his drooling mouth, he looked at you and started pumping his crying sex slowly again.
âS-so prettyâŚâ He scooted closer to you, his shoulder grazing yours, and placed his hand right back on top of your sticky pussy.
ââM sorry, mama. Th-this is so dirty..â he apologized as if you could hear him. It was more to spare his own guilt, though. Your eyes fluttered slightly, and he traced one long finger across your clit, making you mewl silently. At the sight and sound of you getting worked up in your âsleep,â he grew even more desperate than before. The pace he had set for himself quickened, and he flattened his hand against your folds. He wasnât moving it, he just wanted to feel you.
Up, twist, down, yank, up, twist, down, tug.
His pace was almost unforgiving, his hand was moving so fast he couldnât even believe he was doing it himself. The atmosphere felt electric. His precum was settling between the webs of his fingers, he was fully twitching against your side, and his eyes never left the sight of his huge hand blanketing your core.
âF-fuâŚIâmâŚAGH-â His body jolted upwards and his scream caught in the back of his throat. The pressure of Michaelâs release felt like a water balloon hitting asphalt; a violent shatter. His toes curled in a way that would surely make them cramp later, he gripped your inner thigh, and his hips stuttered and spasmed as he milked himself dry. He moaned and whimpered and cried and thanked your relaxed figure.
Your heart was hammering, and you squinted just so you could see him in this state. He was beautiful. His hair was stuck to his forehead and flat against the back of his head. Cum was splattered against his abdomen, thighs, and pelvis. His mouth was shaped in an âOâ, and his eyebrows were knotted so tight, it looked like it should hurt. You were awestruck.
He finally fell limp after what felt like the longest orgasm known to mankind, and he slid his hand off of you and scooted away a bit. His mind was unfogging just enough to care about your personal space and beauty sleep now.
Breathing finally even, he stretched his hands up and took a deep breath, feeling unbelievably satisfied and guilty.
Your eyes were fully open now, staring the side of his head down, and he hadnât noticed. Reaching over silently, you swiped a droplet of cum off of his stomach and sucked your finger, moaning around it loudly. His heart nearly fell to his toes when he looked at you, guilt written all over his face.
âThanks for the show, daddy. You sing beautifully.â