LUCKY FAN #100 !
synopsis: you must’ve won the lottery! you’re the lucky fan sitting in seat #100. what’d you earn? the opportunity to join THE michael jackson on stage of course!! this is your chance to really show him how big of a fan you are.
warnings: sexual themes, mature language, smut, 18+ ;-)
AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first time actually sitting down and writing something :D i took a lot of inspo from other AMAZING writers on this app and i hope you guys enjoy <3 ( im very open to requests— if anyone would like more like this!)
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the crowd tonight was buzzing with undeniable excitement. feet burning as they dance their hardest from the cramped stadium seats. ears popping and throats burning from screaming for the King of Pop as he conquers the stage, and enchant them like no other performer ever has— and that’s just the truth. no one could top him. he’s a man in his own league. that’s why you’re here.
as a child, you’d grown up listening to him and his brother’s music. you and your sister dancing around, dreaming that one day they’d come to your dreadfully lifeless hometown and sweep you guys off of your feet. however, that only happens in wattpad you live in reality. there was no tour bus coming to save you guys. …you stubbornly refused to accept that, even now of course.
and yet, standing here in the middle of the roaring crowd, reality felt like it completely halted. the bass from the speakers vibrated straight through the concrete floor and up into your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your beating heart. looking around, the stadium was a sea of glowing light sticks and blurred faces, all entirely captivated by the figure under the spotlight. your sister caught your eye, flashing a wild, disbelief ridden grin that spoke to you. yeah. we made it.
before you had the chance to respond, the thumping bass faded out, replaced by a sudden..dramatic shift in the lighting.
pausing the music, Michael moves to the center of the stage, breathing heavily into the microphone. “okay everybody, are you guys enjoying my performance tonight?”
the crowd roars back, a deafening wave of noise that shakes the arena. he lets out that iconic, breathless laugh, waiting for the screams to settle just a fraction before continuing
“i’ve decided to do something different for this next song,” he says, his voice dropping to a teasing, soft tone. “will the lucky fan sitting in seat 100 please come on up.” the stadium goes dead silent for a split second as thousands of people quickly look down at their tickets. no way it’s one of us, you tell yourself, turning to look at your sister with wide eyes— until something catches your gaze. the big, bold numbers printed on your ticket stub staring right back at you.
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“NO WAY ITS ME” you shriek, the shock ripping out of you before you can even think. you grab your sister’s arm, jumping up and down so hard your knees nearly give out. your hands are shaking violently, adrenaline completely hijacking your senses.
before the reality could even sink in , a heavy-set security guard was guiding you past the barricade, the envious glares of the front row burning into your back.
but as you hit the steps of the stage and the blinding spotlights hit you in the face, something overrides the fear. a sudden, wild rush of confidence takes over. the music swells, the crowd screams, and as you step onto the main stage, you throw your hands into the air, letting out a loud, ecstatic yell of your own. you belong here.
you turn around, and suddenly you are face to face with your idol. his smile is kind as he walks up to you, arms spread open. he embraces you warmly, and the song begins.
the beat of in the closet drops thick and heavy, echoing through the hollow metal of the stage. for a split second, the sheer scale of the stadium threatens to swallow you whole—but then the rhythm hits your veins. you don’t just hear the music—you feel it. you move instantly, your hips catching the heavy bass line with an effortless, natural groove. you aren’t just matching the tempo, you’re owning it. letting the choreography you’ve practiced a thousand times in your bedroom spill out under the lights.
Michaels eyes widen. he pauses for a fraction of a beat, completely enchanted. he’s used to fans freezing up, crying, or chasing him around the stage, but you? you are dancing like you were born for this. a genuine grin breaks across his face as he steps into your movement, matching your energy entirely. the crowd goes absolutely feral as the two of you start moving in perfect, un-choreographed sync, feeding off each others heat.
the music builds to a dramatic crescendo, and Michael reaches out, catching your hand. with a smooth, practiced flick of his wrist, he sends you into a fast, dazzling spin.
as you whirl around, the fabric of your skirt flares outward, catching the bright glare of the spotlight. and for a fraction of a second, the hem flies up— and Michael’s eyes drop.
right there, stark against your skin, is a fresh, crisp tattoo of his initials.
Michael freezes mid step, his breath catching hard in his throat. his brain short circuits. the undisputed King of Pop, a man who has seen everything, is completely and utterly shocked. his grip on your hand relaxes just a bit as he stares at you, a mix of disbelief and heat flashing through his eyes.
before he could even begin to process it, the song his its final, booming chord. the stadium erupts into an absolute wall of noise.
you’re breathing heavily, heart hammering against your ribs from the pure adrenaline of the performance. you are so high on the excitement of the moment that you don’t even notice his stunned expression. riding the absolute peak of the rush, you throw your arms around his neck again, pulling him into one last, fierce hug. “thank you~!” you gasp out against his shoulder. pulling back enough to plant a lingering, breathless kiss on his cheek.
but before he can utter a word, security is gently but firmly guiding you by the waist, leading you off the stage. as you step into the darkness of the backstage wings, you glance back once more. Michael is still standing in the center of the stage, his hand slowly rising to touch the spot of his cheek where your lips just were, his gaze completely locked on the space where you just stood.
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the adrenaline was still humming under your skin as security led you through the winding, dimly lit concrete hallway behind the stage. your sister was waiting for you at the exit, screaming and grabbing your hands the second she saw you.
“oh my GOD! you were incredible! did that actually happen?!” she shrieked, bouncing on her heels.
you could barely find the breath to answer, your face flushing hot as you remembered the heat of the stage lights—and the sudden, intense look in Michael’s eyes right before you were taken away. still not completely realizing just how much your skirt flared up during that spin.
before you two could even make a move toward the main stadium exit, a tall, burly man in a sharp black suit and a security earpiece stepped directly into your path. he had a serious, unreadable expression, and his eyes were locked right in you. your heart does a nervous flip. “are we in trouble mister?”
“mr. jackson requested that i find you before you left the venue. he’d like to speak with you privately in his dressing room.”
your sister chokes on her air, jaw dropping the the floor. you froze, the breath completely leaving your lungs as the guard stepped aside, gesturing toward a heavy door at the end of the restricted hallway.
“right this way please.”
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the heavy door clicked shut behind you, instantly cutting off the muffled thrum of the stadium outside. the dressing room was large, filled with the scent of expensive cologne, fresh flowers and stage makeup. standing near the vanity was Michael, already shed of his heavy stage jacket, now just wearing a loose shirt.
the second the door closed, he flinched slightly and turned around.
for all his commanding energy on stage, right now he looked surprisingly small. he bit his lower lip, fingers nervously playing with the edge of his shirt. his eyes darted to yours, then quickly dropped to the floor, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
your fingers trembles slightly against the hem of your skirt. now that the door was shut and the initial rush of the stage was fading, a sudden rush of shyness washed over you both. you looked down at your feet, skin burning. what am i doing? you thought, suddenly feeling so small in his space.
Michael noticed the shift instantly. the intense heat in his eyes softened to something warm and reassuring. he took a half-step closer, not crowding but offering his presence. “hey..” he murmured, his voice as soft as a feather. he reached out, his long, slender fingers gently brushing against your wrist, a silent question asking if it was okay to touch. “ you’re shaking..are you okay?” you swallowed hard, finally looking up into his large, kind eyes.
“i’m fine..” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. you laugh and continue “i was so confident out there but now that it’s just us…im really nervous. i’m sorry..” Michael gave you a tender, lopsided smile that reached his eyes. he gently shook your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles to soothe the trembling.
“you don’t ever have to apologize” he said softly, leaning his head down slightly to catch your gaze. “to tell you the truth..i’m really nervous too. my heart is beating so fast right now, you have no idea!”
he took one of your hands and placed it flat against his chest, letting you feel the rapid, heavy thudding beneath his shirt. “see? we can be nervous together.”
a small, relieved breath escaped your lips, the tension leaving your shoulder as you both laugh.
“i saw…i saw your tattoo earlier.” Michael continued, his cheeks flushing a beautiful rosy pink as he spoke. he looked down at your hands, his voice barely above a whisper. “it touched my heart so much. nobody has ever… i’ve never felt so special. thank you.”
“i wanted a piece of you with me always— you are my idol of course.” you confess, the vulnerability hanging heavy and sweet in the room. Michael’s gaze melted. he slowly guided you over to the plush couch in the corner of the room, sitting down first and gently pulling you to sit sideways across his lap. his large hands resting lightly on your waist, supporting you, but leaving all the space for you to move or pull away whenever you wanted. “i want to be close to you,” he whispers, his breath warm against your neck as he looked up at you in pure awe. “but only at your pace. you’re in charge, okay? whatever you wanna do i’m right here. just tell me what feels good. guided by his kindness, your shyness began to turn into a quiet, warm confidence. you lean down, resting your forehead against his, hands sliding up to cup his face.
his arms were a secure weight around your waist, his large hands resting gently against the small of your back, keeping you anchored. every breath he took moved against you, steady and reassuring.
“michael?” you murmured, pulling back just enough to look into his dark eyes. your heart fluttered a little from pure anticipation.
“hmm?” his voice a low, soothing purr.
“wanna see the tattoo again?” he nods frantically. you laugh “can you help me then..?” a look of pure devotion crossed his face, his eyes darkening with a sudden, heavy heat that made your breath catch. “whatever you need.”
gently, without forcing you to move from his lap, Michael’s long fingers found the zipper of your skirt. he didn’t rush. he kept his eyes locked on yours, checking in with ever millimeter the zipper slid down, giving you a reassuring squeeze whenever you let out a shaky breath. when the fabric finally loosened, he didn’t pull it away. he waited for you to shift, allowing you to guide.
you carefully lifted your weight, sliding the skirt down your hips until it pooled on the cushions. sitting back down on his thighs in your lace underwear, the direct heat of his skin through his slacks sent a shiver straight up your spine.
Michael let out a ragged, soft gasp, his hands automatically catching your hips to steady you. his eyes dropped to the smooth curve of your skin, finally seeing his initials up close in the quiet light of the dressing room. he looked entirely awestruck, his mouth parting slightly as a pink flush crept up his near to his ears.
“it’s so beautiful on you baby… can i—may i touch it?” you nod. his touch was lighter than a feather. Michael traced the bold lines of the ink with the tip of his finger, his skin hot against yours. a soft whimper escaped his lips, a sound of pure, helpless adoration that made a wicked rush of heat pool low in your stomach. he looked up at you through his long lashes, completely vulnerable. completely yours. “you make me feel so special.” he murmured, his hands sliding from your hip to gently cup the back of your thigh, lifting you just enough to bring you closer. “tell me what you want next. tell me how to take care of you.”
you lean down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his jawline, feeling his pulse racing beneath your lips. you shift in his lap, your dripping core brushing against the undeniable hardness of his length through his tight pants. he lets out a low, ragged groan at the contact, his eyes fluttering open. you reach down, hands slightly trembling as you unbuckle his belt, freeing his thick, heavy cock. he looks up at you, completely open, offering himself to you entirely. “take it, sweetheart.”
with a nod, you lift up your hips, taking control as you guide him to your center. the first touch of his wet tip against your slick makes you gasp, your fingers tightening on his shoulders. “slowly,” Michael whispered softly, his hands rising to rest flat against your lower back, supporting your weight so you wouldn’t have to carry it all. “you’re doing so well, love.” you took in a deep breath, locking eyes with his, slowly lowering yourself down.
the feeling of him filling you completely was overwhelming. a soft sob of pure pleasure escaped your throat, and you buried your face in the cook of his neck as the fullness settled deep inside of you. Michael let out a long, shaky sigh, his entire body shuddering beneath you as he took you in. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, helping you to adjust. “so warm..mmph..so tight”
you whine softly, rocking your hips forward just a fraction, testing the waters. it felt incredible. a slow-burning wave of heat radiating through your entire body. his hands begin to guide your hips into a slow, gentle rhythm. he didn’t force the pace, he just stayed beneath you—a solid, devoted anchor as you began to slide up and down his length. every time you sank down, Michael let out a soft, breathless hitch, his head tilting back against the cushions of the couch. his curls fell over his forehead, completely damp with sweat, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold himself back to make it last longer for you. you were completely in control, setting a soft, rhythmic pace that had both of you clinging to each other, lost in the quiet, sweltering heat of the room.
every time your hips slid down his cock, a tight, coil of friction wound tighter in your stomach. your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you began to move faster, desperately chasing that fleeting edge. Michael felt the shift instantly ma a low, guttural growl broke from his throat—a stark contrast to his usual soft voice. his hands on your lower back tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a sudden, raw hunger. “michael…please,” you gasp out, shyness burned away into overwhelming need. you arch your back, movements becoming unraveled, harder, and louder as you slammed down against him. “i’ve got you,” he raised, voice dropping to a dark, breathless whisper. he didn’t take the control away from you, but met your intensity with his own, lifting his hips to meet every desperate downward stroke of your thighs, driving himself incredibly deep inside you.
the sound of your skin meeting, loud and wet in the quiet dressing room, paired with the heavy friction of your bodies, sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.
you let out a loud, unchecked cry of pleasure, burying your fingers into his shoulders as the pace turned frantic, rough and beautifully chaotic. Michael’s head hit the back of the couch once more, a loud, needy groan ripping from his chest as you completely take over his senses. his eyes screwed tightly shut, jaw strained, and his chest heaved frantically under his damp shirt. he was at your mercy, letting you ride him into oblivion. “mmf~! right there,” you whimper, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as the tension reached its absolute peak. his hands move to grip your thighs, holding you tightly as he drove up one last, incredibly deep time. “cum for me mama,”
with a sharp, broken sob, your walls clamped around him tightly as you fell over the edge. a massive wave of release crashed through your entire body, making you shudder and cling to him for dear life.
hearing your cry and feeling the tight, pulsing squeeze of your climax was the final thread for Michael. he let out a loud, breathless shout, his hips stuttering upward as he poured himself inside of you. his entire body went completely rigid beneath yours, shaking violently as he rode out his own massive wave of pleasure, his heart hammering like a trapped bird against your chest.
slowly, the frantic rushing of your shared breathing began to quiet down, leaving the dressing room wrapped in a cozy, warm silence. Michael’s arms never loosened around you, he pulled your limp, trembling body flush against his chest, tucking his chin over your head as he held you close. you let out a long, contented sigh, shifting slightly until your cheek was resting right over his heart, listening to its steady, calming rhythm. Michael smiled, his long fingers gently stroking down your bare back, tracing the line of your spine in slow, soothing circles.
“you’re so sweet mama,” he whispered in your hair, voice dripping with affection.
you tilted your head up, meeting his soft, adoring gaze. unable to resist, you leaned up and pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips. Michael melted into it instantly, humming softly against your mouth as he kissed you back, his hands moving to cup your face with ultimate gentleness. when you finally pulled away, both of you were wearing matching, sleepy smiles.
and for a few minutes, you just cuddled there, completely lost in the comfort of his embrace. but as the initial haze of the climax began to wear off, a sudden realization hit you.
you blinked, sitting up slightly on his lap. “wait a minute.”
Michael blinked back, looking at you through his curls, totally docile and confused by your sudden change in energy. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”
you crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes. “do you even know my name???”
