Yes, it has to be a dream.
This dream has gone on longer than you thought it would. Now you're basically in a survival mode, trying not to be left alone with any of them. You feel like it's a hunt, and you're the unfortunate prey. Let's see how long you last. (spoiler: not long.)
Tag: Fluffy, romantic, very suggestive, dry rubbing, MDNI, Bad! Michael jealous, Thriller! Michael being a spoiled brat. Dangerous! Michael waiting for his chance. Oral, AFAB receive. HIStory!Michael and Mature! Michael giving Dada aura.
N/A: I gained 20 followers with the previous part. You are THIRSTY. VERY THIRSTY. And I am pleased to provide. Alguien quiteme el teléfono, dios.
Thoughts of a teenager in love.
You find yourself in, well, it's not your room, but it has all your things. Which makes you think how small is your original room is, because even with all your things in it, you had plenty of space. You think about how incredibly outrageous it is to live in a 6 meter x 6 meter square space, with a rent of $3000 a week. But that's not the point, no, concentrate. You were under your bed, where you find your travel bag. You open it and find your old high school stuff.
What were you looking for? No idea. Maybe a hidden pentagram? A spellbook? Something that explains why you're trapped here? Maybe.
"Oh, I'd forgotten about this," you murmured, pulling a Jack-style jacket from your things. One of those jackets American football players wear. But it had an M on the right side, as it is a replica of the jacket Michael wore during a scene in Thriller.
Yes. You're that kind of fan. You grabbed the jacket, slung it over your shoulders. It still has your old high school cologne on it. Generic vanilla perfume; it was everywhere back then. You also find your old diaries; you open one out of curiosity.
The date is june 2013. The first line you read makes you stop for a moment.
"It's really been 4 years..."
You sighed. You turn the page; you don't want to read your thoughts about that date. You remember it. And you know it's depressing. Among your writings you'll find a drawing you made of Michael in the Say Say Say video. With his adorable beret and sweater, you smiled unconsciously. It wasn't a bad drawing, considering you'd done it with a pen and used your old pirated DVD with all the Michael Jackson videos as a reference.
There was also some writing around the drawing. Of course, it was professing your undying love for MJ. Typical thoughts of a 14-year-old, right?
"I love his big eyes, his beautiful, sculpted nose. His lips and his smile, oh, there's no one with such a smile. His hair looked so pretty in Say Say Say. Small loops that keep on bouncing. The scene where he's balancing on the rails makes my heart leap; it's so precious. How can someone be so precious? I love him. I want him to be my first kiss, is that so bad?"
"I needed help at that time... Because girl, what the hell—"
"I think it's very sweet... Did you really want it to be your first kiss?"
"COÑO—" You jump, finding Thriller behind you, inches from your face. The snooper was reading your diary without you noticing; you don't even have time to scream before he grabs the diary. "Drop that!"
"Why? My name is there! I should be able to read it!" Thriller was laughing like the little shit he was. You tried to grab your old diary, but he ran away from you, raising his arm, taking advantage of the fact that you're shorter. So even if you reached him... You have no choice but to pathetically jump around trying to get your diary back. At a certain point, he climbs onto your bed and, keeping his arms raised, begins to read.
"Oh, come on, babydoll! I didn't know you were so shy!"
Shy. That's when the lightbulb goes off... You stop trying to reach for the diary. That should have been the first red flag for Thriller, but it's too focused on invading your privacy.
Well, he wanted to read the unfiltered thoughts of a teenager? Go ahead.
And it didn't take long for him to find one of those unfiltered texts.
I sincerely apologize for the following.
"I watched the thriller video again. He looked so... God, I'm so jealous of Ola Ray. She's beautiful and looks adorable, I hate her. It's obvious she was his type. I wish he saw me like that! That he smiles at me like this, that he takes my waist like this, that he hugs me like this. Would Michael be the type of man who likes getting a head in the car? Oh, i would SO MUCH. It would probably get him more than one fine. He looked so good in that scene in the car, I would have loved to put my hand on his pants and—"
Michael quickly dropped the diary, and you caught it in mid-air. You saw him cover his face and fall onto the bed, muttering something under his breath. A prayer maybe. I knew you could count on your 15-year-old self to bring out the shyer side of Thriller. The good thing is that back then Michael was much more shy and withdrawn about sexual matters. You let out a giggle as you throw the diary in your suitcase.
"That's what you get for reading things you shouldn't, idiot." You whispered, closing the suitcase.
"All that stuff you wrote... Was it serious?" He ask, you see him lying on your bed. His forearms are covering his eyes. Even so, you notice how red his face is.
"...Well, i was a horny little brat with a distorted view of reality. Yes, I was serious about it." You admit it without further ado; it's not like you could deny it.
"Holy Father..." He murmured, you rolling your eyes. You didn't notice how Thriller bit his lower lip. How he pushed his arms away and now looked at you out of the corner of his eye. "...You kissed the brat, didn't you?"
"Which brat...? You? I don't remember doing that."
"Not me! The brat." Oh, you get it now, he's referring to OTW!Michael. You blush, remembering the shy kisses you shared. "You blushed...! You kissed him!"
"The little shit was so happy... He practically had all your lip gloss on his face. He was practically bragging."
"...You're talking about yourself—"
"It's not me! At least, not anymore. He's 20. I'm 24."
"Oh, what a great difference"
"It's a big difference." You don't know when it happened, but Thriller had gotten up... And now he is taking your waist. Pulling you close, practically pressing you against his chest. "He thinks that a few kisses and caresses are enough."
"F' me? Don't take me for a child." he said it with a pout, by the way. "You know how... How It makes me feel to see you in my jacket? To know I had you so out of your mind?" Michael held you by the hips now. He looked at you and his eyes fell on your lips. "I'm a man at the end of the day..."
"I wanna a little bit of you too, mama."
It seems to have become a habit for these motherfuckers to kiss you without warning. Michael took your mouth in a sudden impulse, kissing you even if he tried to be "more mature" than OTW, you immediately notice that he had a certain inexperience. How he moved his tongue clumsily and somewhat shyly, how his hands squeezed your waist. But they didn't dare go any further, even though you feel their long fingers seeking contact with the skin of your back.
You hug his neck because at the end of the day, he was Michael. Even if it was his most annoying and shy version, he was still the man you loved. As you broke the kiss, you noticed how his eyes were shining, he was flushed, and breathing heavily. You bury your face in his neck, you give soft kisses, at its base, along the length of the neck. Your jacket falls to the floor, your hands travel over his torso, you take hold of the zipper of his jacket and lower it slowly. But Michael stops you, he takes your biceps and squeezes them without hurting you.
"Gently..." He murmured, his voice hoarse and broken. "I-I'm so sorry... I-I didn't—ah, it's just, this is all new to me—"
"You're adorable..." You murmured with a small smile, "I'll be gentle, okay? I'll start with kisses, is that alright?" You cooed so gently.
"Yes, kisses... Kisses are fine." Ah, apparently it wasn't so different from OTW. You smiled lovingly, even though you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. You sit him on the bed, you straddle his lap. You settle into his lap, your hands caressing his face. You run your fingers over his nose, his lips. He instinctively kisses the tips of your fingers. You start with a kiss on his forehead, then on the bridge of his nose. You kiss below his nose, the corner of his lips, you kiss his bottom lip. His chin, his jaw, his neck. All along his neck, little kisses, soft licks.
"My sweet angel face..." you murmured between kisses. "Your sounds are the sweetest thing... everything about you is beautiful. Precious, so precious."
You raise an eyebrow. You've confirmed a theory. The hardness against your most sensitive area confirms it, his cock perfectly outlined in his pants, with an erection that looked painful. You smiled inwardly, tightened your arms behind his neck, and adjusted your hips, aligning his intimacy with yours. You begin a gentle rocking motion, rubbing his aching member against you. Seeking the relief he desperately needed. Soon his moans grew sharper, and he babbled nonsense. His face was looking up at the ceiling and his eyes were wet, crying, his vision blurred with pleasure.
"G-God, fo-forgive me, I have sinned..." he murmured, while you keep swaying, you lower your hips further. "ahm... So good, God... I can't..." You feel him take your arms, how he squeezes them and places his face on your shoulder. Hiding his eyes from you "So hot... God forgive me—!"
"Does it feel good, my angel face?"
"Aahm...! D-don't... Don't call me that!"
"Why not?" You cupped Michael's face in your hands, looking into his eyes. "You're the most beautiful boy my eyes have ever seen... My beloved angel face."
What came out of his mouth was a high-pitched moan. Long and broken from the back of his throat, he digs his nails into your back, leaving long scratches. You feel wetness against your most intimate place. Michael buries his face in your shoulder, sobbing softly. Trembling and breathing heavily. You smile, not really aware that you're smiling with so much love, you hug his head and kiss the crown of his hair. So gently, so tenderly.
"So... So good, mama, it's feels so—" He raises his head, looking into your eyes. So out of it, trembling from the aftereffects of that orgasm. "Please, please... Kiss me, kiss me again."
You lean your body, taking his lips in a gentle kiss, tasting his mouth at a leisurely pace. You were so focused on that kiss that you didn't hear when there was a knock at the door.
"Hey, brat, are you—" The door opens, and Bad enters your room. The first thing he sees is you straddling the lap of Thriller, in the middle of their kiss, which is broken when he enters the scene, Thriller looks lost and flushed. You not knowing what to do, whether to scream or hide, you felt the need to say, "It's not what it looks like." Why? It's not like Bad is your partner. Besides, THEY'RE THE SAME DAMN PERSON—
"Okay, kid, your seven minutes in paradise are over." He says it like a growl, and you barely have time to back away when Bad grabs Thriller by the arm and starts shoving him out of there.
"Don't push me, you brute—!"
"Be quiet." He roar... That's when Bad glances at you sideways; there's something in his gaze that makes you feel insignificant. A shiver runs down your spine, you swallow hard... The door closes and you're left alone.
"...What the hell just happened?"
After what happened in your room, you didn't want to go out. Eventually, HIStory knocked on the door. You remember trying to make some excuses, and well, you ended up eating in your room.With HIStory leaving you a dessert and a gentle caress on your head. At least you had a sense of security with him. After a couple of hours, you have the courage to leave.
The living room was unexpectedly empty. You looked around; everything was clean. The TV was on. It seemed like they'd been playing Wii for a while. Clean dishes, a silent scene. Disturbing, you'd say. You sighed and walked to the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator; there were many fruits and natural juices. You took an apple, ready to return to your room.
"...I was starting to think you were going to be stuck in there forever." The apple falls at your feet, what's with these jerks always trying to scare you? You turn around to find He was standing front of the sofa, leaning his hips against the back of the sofa. He was wearing his leather jacket, the endless straps on his legs. That iconic outfit, which you loved to admire so much when you were young.
"...I just didn't feel like going out." You felt helpless. Bad's intense, deep eyes watch you, following your every move. Like a dog on alert, ready to jump at your throat if you do anything.
"Hmm..." That's all he says. You bend down to pick up the apple. When you look up again, Bad is now on the other side of the counter. When did he move so fast?
"Funny you didn't feel like going out~ Did letting that brat rub up against you like a dog exhaust you?"
"You sound like you're jealous."
"Jealous that that brat cream his pants like a hormonal teenager? Nah..." He said while placing his hands on the counter. "Jealous of how you seem to be on everyone's lips? Maybe. First it was the wrinkled old man, then the fearful virgin, and now it's the brat..."
Just as you were making your funny escape, Bad grabbed your arm in a tight grip.
"Did you enjoy making that brat come in his pants? Having him desperate? Moaning? You're twisted..." He growled, pulling you toward him. The apple fell again and rolled away from you. He drew you to his chest and looked down at you, his gaze heavy and dense. "You're dirty... You like receiving so much attention, don't you? I'm sure that excites you so much~ so dirty and depraved"
"..." Well, a normal person would have slapped this animal. Yeah, but you're not normal. Nah, you like to push your luck. "Do I like receiving attention? Of course." The answer caught him off guard, you smiled. You had him right where you wanted him. "Does it excite me? I'm wet just from having you near. From smelling your scent, from you holding me tightly." You place a hand on Bad's chest. You press your index finger between his breast, you slowly lower your finger, to his belly, to his navel, you touch his appliqué belt until you dangerously reach his zipper and bulge.
"I've fantasized about you fucking me more than once in this outfit, and you're asking me if I like it? This is my most bizarre fantasy... And I'm enjoying every damn second of it." You smile, watching directly at that area below his belt. "So don't ask stupid questions, dummy~ okay? Unless you want honest answers."
Bad's reaction was what you expected: his jaw hung limp, his face several shades of red, and his eyes wide open. You can't help but laugh; Bad was Michael's most aggressive era. But deep down, he was still that shy boy. You take the opportunity to loosen up and wink at him.
"Now you know~ with your permission, I'm going to bed—"
Well, I already said that you love to play with your luck. You couldn't take two steps away before Bad grabbed you again, pulled you hard, turned you around, and planted a kiss on your lips. It was a kiss... Well, one word to describe it would be: savage. A dirty, angry kiss, not gentle at all. He bites, he pulls, one of his hands tugging at your hair and the other slipping under your shirt. His large, long-fingered hand grabbed your breast, pinching your nipple. You moan inside the kiss and that only It turn on him even more.
He pulled away from the kiss, tugging at your hair, breathing heavily, strands of saliva connecting your mouth to his. His eyes were cloudy; he seemed lost in thought.
"I was going to wait until you went to your room..." he muttered. "But a hoe like you... I'm going to fuck you right here."
You can't protest. He pulls you forward again and kisses you hard. He lets go of your hair just to hold your hips firmly with his hands, and sits you down on the counter, you could barely keep up with the kiss, so overwhelming, so intense. He seemed determined not to let you breath. His hands went to your pajama shirt and didn't bother unbuttoning it; he simply yanked it off, revealing your chest. Instinctively, you covered yourself.
"Don't cover yourself, babydoll," he whispered between kisses, pulling away to look at you. "I want to see all of you..." He took your hands, slowly removing them. "You're going to be mine after all..."
"Michael...!" You stifle a sigh, he lays you down on the counter and his fingers were already going to the elastic of your pajama shorts, ready to pull them down in one swift motion.
"I want you to be mine before anyone else... I hate when you're touched, when you're kissed." Feel him kiss your neck, your chest, his hands sliding down beneath your skin. Touch directly on your most private area. "And since you get so wet from that... I want to be the reason you get like that too~" He lets out a hoarse moan, biting your breast, near your nipple.
You blink, seeing almost in slow motion. Bad got hit with a frying pan by Thriller. Making him get off you, you try to cover your chest, wondering what kind of mess was going on.
"WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM, YOU LITTLE BRAT?!" Bad rubbed his head, in one swift motion took off his jacket and threw it to you, so you could cover yourself. Chivalry isn't dead, apparently. You see Bad grab Thriller by the collar of his pajamas and basically slam him against the wall. "Want to try your luck, brat?!"
"You forget where we come from, motherfucker?! We grew up in Gary, Indiana, with four older brothers and Joe! BRING IT ON FUCKER—"
"Eh—, ESPEREN!" You get off the counter, zipping up your jacket, watching these two having their macho moment by fighting. "Stop! BAD DON'T BITE—! THRILLER, THRILLER STOP KICKING—"
"Should we... do something?" Drawn by the commotion, Dangerous and OTW went outside to see what was happening; the first seemed to have been watching the whole show for a while because he was eating popcorn.
"Nah, this is top tier in entertainment..." He puts a popcorn in his mouth. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
"What is this..." Mature had woken up, wearing his blue pajamas and with his straight hair all messed up. "Why are they fighting...?"
"Bad is already bleeding..." Now HIStory is on par with Mature, with his red pajamas and, curiously, his fedora on his head. Both he and Mature exchange glances just a moment. Looks that only a single father, with two jobs, who loves his children and never stops, with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter, understands.
"I'm going after the brat," Mature muttered.
"I'm f' the leather-obsessed one."
This is how the fight breaks up. With Mature holding Thriller from behind his jacket—like a cat—and HIStory grabbing the arms of Bad, pushing him back.
"Okay, that's enough! Calm down, both of you!"
"PUT ME ON THE GROUND, YOU WRINKLED OLD MAN!"
"Don't give me a reason to kick your ass, brat."
The lights were on, and Thriller and Bad were sitting on the sofa. Both of them looked messed up, Bad holding an ice pack to his forehead. Thriller held a bag of frozen peas to his cheek. They both had looks filled with hatred towards the other, like scolded children seated at opposite ends of the sofa.
"Very well..." Mature sits down opposite them in an armchair, with a glass of juice in one hand. "Can I ask why the hell you were fighting like little kids?"
They both scream at the same time. Mature feels a migraine coming on. He pinches his nose and lets out a heavy sigh. He points at Bad.
"You speak first. If you interrupt him, brat, I'll throw this glass at your head." He made the threat with his serious voice, so they had no doubt that he was deadly serious about.
"I was in the kitchen, sharing a moment with Babydoll..."
"Déjame fuera de esto hijo de la verga—"
"And this LUNATIC hit me on the head with a frying pan!"
"No!—, well, yes. I hit him." He affirmed this while removing the bag of peas from his face. "But it was in self-defense!"
"How is hitting someone with a frying pan self-defense?"
"That's exactly what i ask, old man."
"Don't make me hit you, pretentious child."
"Because he was on top of Babydoll and was undressing them! I'm sure he was forcing himself on them!"
"Pf—" Mature almost choked on his juice.
"Babydoll was going pretty well until you came along and ruined the moment, you little shit." He snarls dismissively, crossing his arms. "He hit me because he was jealous...!"
"Why are you talking like Babydoll isn't here? Mother didn't raise you like that." HIStory gives each of them a whack on the back of the head.
"Watch out for my hair, brute!"
"...Well, I don't see Babydoll here to deny or clarify anything." Mature said, wiping his pajamas with a napkin. They turned around and saw that you were indeed gone. You took the opportunity to hide. Dangerous chuckled and handed his bowl of popcorn to OTW.
"I'm going to bed, kid. That was fun. Goodnight."Otw watches as Dangerous turns to sand, literally, his body turns to sand and slides down the hallway.
"...Where did the other one go?" HIStory looks towards Otw, the boy shrugs and eats a popcorn.
"He said he wanted to go to sleep..."
You crawled under the covers, you left the scene as quickly as possible. You didn't want to deal with the madness out there, you just made do as best you could. At some point you fell into a deep sleep, unaware of anything else about your surroundings. Perhaps wishing you'd wake up in your home again, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. At some point, a thin line of sand trickles down the floorboards. Like a snake that climbs onto your bed, hiding under the sheets.
Slowly, a figure appears from under your sheets, sliding between your legs. Carefully, this person slowly pulls down your pajama shorts and underwear. It leaves you exposed, you and your wet pussy.
"Oh, you poor little thing... Nobody has really bothered to take care of you~"
You were fast asleep. But you soon began to awaken, feeling soft licks at your center. A warm tongue traced your vaginal lips, fleshy lips sucking.Stimulating your center. Soon you began to moan, waking up fully amidst a broken whimper.
"What-" You sighed, the licks becoming more intense. Your center was stimulated, in gentle circles, from bottom to top, pressing with the tip of the tongue. "Aaahmm...!"
"Shhh... Babydoll" Oh, that was it... You look down, pull back the sheet, seeing Dangerous. He's clinging to your pussy, eating it like it's nectar from a fruit. "Let me take care of you..." He whisper against your center, making you shudder. "You deserve some love down here..."
"What a beautiful sound..."
Dangerous pressed his lips to your most sensitive spot, sucking. Your hips moved, seeking more contact, his fingers caressing the inside of your lower lips. Soon, in a hoarse cry and you come, broken, staining his face. And he drink every drop... And he keeps licking, sucking, even if you're still recovering from the orgasms.
"S-Stop... I already came, I-I can't—"
"Oh, yes you can, love..." He whisper as he slowly and gently lick your clip, savoring the taste of your throbbing pussy. "One more, give me just one more~"
You were trembling, your eyes were clouded. You didn't have the strength to refuse or even try to get him off you. You run your fingers through his hair while his lips suck your clit, kissing, stimulating your sensitive center You came on his face again in a short time. And you did it again, and again, and again... You fainted when you came for the fifth time in his mouth. Mid-scream, calling his name in despair.
"Ahm... Well done, babydoll~" Dangerous pulled away from your wet, used pussy, running his tongue over his lips. Even his chin was dripping a little; he wiped his lips with his thumb as best he could, watching you from above. You were unconscious, breathing heavily and trembling. He approached, gently kissing your forehead, caressing your hip and giving soft pats in that area. "I'll take care of you, my love, you're in good hands..."
"Michael..." You whispered sleepily, Dangerous looked at you attentively. "I love you so much..."
"..." Dangerous seems to melt, he hugs you so gently. "No more than I..."
He took care of cleaning you. Using wet wipes, clean your thighs, the inner part of them. He massages your legs, kisses your stomach and hips. He put you on clean pajamas, he even carries you for a moment to change the sheets. When he's finished, he tucks you in... And puts Bad's jacket nearby. He sees you instinctively hug the jacket, burying your nose in the fabric, smiling.
"So adorable... You're perfect prey, darling~" he giggled, stroking your hair. "Sleep well, my beloved sun..."
Dangerous turns into sand, slides across the floor, and upon leaving the room, reverts to his human form. He then comes face to face with HIStory, who greets him with his arms crossed and a serious expression. Dangerous lets out a little laugh, barking his head, somewhat confused.
"Hey... I thought you were already asleep."
"...I was. We were. But certain moans woke us up."
"Oh, sorry! Babydoll needed some attention..." Dangerous slowly licks his lips. "They tastes so sweet... I had to pamper them once, twice, um, I think four many times~ haha"
"You know what's funny about all of you? You pretend so much~ especially you." Dangerous looked calm, hiding his hands behind his back. "You want to fuck them. Everyone wants to fuck them, fill them up, you, in particular, have a twisted desire to impregnate them~"
"And you all forget..." Dangerous continues, leaning forward. "We're not six different people locked up here... We're all the same person. And you can't lie to yourself~"
HIStory shut his mouth. Dangerous disappeared from his sight, dissolving into sand... and sliding down the corridor that led to the other rooms. He simply watched as it moved away. then cover his face with both hands and curse under his breath.
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I'm glad I'm not the only crazy one who likes this theme.
Will there be more parts to this fever dream.
