— ᨳଓ . description; when a freezing bus lock-in forces you and your best friend michael under the same blanket, a game of truth or dare turns years of hidden craving into pure heat!

content: 18+, smut, bestfriends to lovers, thejacksons!michael, truth or dare, fingering, dryhumping, photographer!reader

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being the head photographer for the jacksons was a dream job, but it came with a very specific set of rules—mostly ones you made for yourself. the brothers absolutely adored you, treating you like the little sister they never had.

marlon was always stealin' your camera lens caps, randy would act like a total goof whenever you pointed a flash at him, and jermaine made sure you always had a warm plate of food after long, exhausting soundchecks.

then there was michael.

you and michael were the exact same age. you’d practically grown up in each other’s pockets, sharing secrets on tire swings long before stadium lights, screaming fans, and record deals were ever a factor.

you considered him your absolute best friend. but as the years rolled on, things shifted. michael had developed a crush on you that was as clear as day.

the brothers saw it instantly—the way his eyes tracked you across the backstage chaos, the way he’d suddenly straighten his posture when you walked in, the quiet, soft-spoken smiles reserved only for you. everyone knew. except you... or rather, you chose not to see it.

you weren't ditzy; you just kept yourself guarded. you were deeply attracted to michael—how could you not be?—but you refused to mix love with business. tour was complicated enough.

losing your best friend and your job over a messy backstage romance wasn't a risk you were willing to take. so, you kept him firmly in the "just a good friend" box.

until tonight.

the tour buses pulled into the hotel parking lot late into the freezing night. in your room, it was just you and michael, sharing a space with two separate double beds.

but as you sat on the edge of your mattress trying to upload the day’s shots, you realized your main camera memory card was missing.

you slipped your shoes back on. "i left the card on the bus. all of today's soundcheck photos are on it."

"hold on, it's real dark out there. cold, too. i'm comin' with you," michael insisted, grabbing his sweater. "you ain't walkin' out there alone."

the two of you stepped out into the biting night air, quick-steppin' toward the parked tour buses. for thirty agonizing minutes, you and michael searched on your hands and knees in the dark bus. shivering and empty-handed, you gave up. but when michael reached for the exit handle... it was jammed locked.

trapped on a freezing, dormant bus until morning, you both accepted your fate. there was one narrow cubbied bed with a thick quilt, and a small dining booth across the aisle.

"you take the bed," michael said right away, unzipping his oversized jacket and sitting at the vinyl booth with his songbook. "i'll be just fine over here with my music."

"are you sure, mike?" you asked, crawling into the narrow bunk and pulling the heavy quilt to your chin. "it looks freezing over there."

"i'm tough, don't worry 'bout me," he insisted softly.

within ten minutes, michael was hunched over his paper, his arms pulled completely inside his sweater sleeves, shivering so hard his pen was slipping.

you watched him from across the aisle, the quiet scritch-scratch of his pen failing to hide the violent shudder in his shoulders.

a soft giggle escaped you. "michael... it’s warmer over here. come lay down before you freeze to death."

he stopped writing, his big doe eyes blinking as he peeked out from his collar. "you sure? the bed’s kinda small... i really didn't wanna crowd you, sweet thing."

"just come on," you murmured, shifting your body all the way against the padded back wall to clear a spot. "stop bein' stubborn. you're gonna freeze."

michael offered a sweet, grateful smile, slid out of the booth, and hurried across the icy floorboards in his socks. he hovered at the edge of the bunk, looking down uncertainly until you lifted the heavy edge of the quilt.

"here," you offered gently. "get in."

he slid in beside you, bringing a temporary rush of cold air that was instantly burned away by his body heat. the space was tiny—so tight his shoulder was pressed flush against yours, his chest right there in your peripheral vision as he pulled the heavy quilt all the way up over both of your heads.

it created a dark, warm little cocoon, illuminated only by the faint, amber glow of the tiny reading light overhead. the scent of his perfume, mixed with the soft cotton of his shirt, immediately filled the tiny space.

"gosh, that's way better," michael breathed, letting out a soft, relieved sigh. his face was only a few inches from yours on the shared pillow. "you're so warm..."

you lay on your side, staring into those big dark eyes. the quiet hum of the dormant bus, the howling wind outside, and the sheer closeness of his breath made the air between you feel heavy and charged.

"since we’re stuck here for hours," you whispered, a teasing smirk playing on your lips, "we need somethin' to pass the time. truth or dare?"

michael blinked, a quiet, breathy chuckle escaping him as he adjusted the blanket under his chin. "truth or dare? jeez, what are we, twelve years old again?"

"come on, mike. don't tell me the big stage star is scared of a little game," you teased, nudging his leg with your knee under the thick covers. "i'll go real easy on you to start. truth or dare?"

michael squinted at you, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "truth. hit me."

"alright..." you tapped your chin thoughtfully. "what’s the most embarrassing thing randy’s done on this tour so far?"

michael burst into a quiet, high-pitched giggle, hiding his mouth behind his hand so he wouldn't laugh too loud. "oh, man. easy.

he tried to do a cool slide across the stage during rehearsal in chicago and completely ripped his trousers right down the seam. jermaine had to throw a towel right at his face!"

you snorted, laughing softly into your pillow. "no way! how did i miss that?"

"you were backstage loadin' film!" michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "okay, my turn. truth or dare, pretty lady?"

"truth," you said proudly.

michael’s grin turned mischievous. "who’s your absolute least favorite brother to shoot photos of? tell the truth now."

"oh, that's mean!" you gasped playfully. "marlon. definitely marlon. he can't sit still for two seconds! every time i click the shutter, he's makin' a ridiculous face or stealin' my lens cap."

michael giggled, resting his cheek against the pillow, looking right at you. "he really does steal those caps every single day just to hear you yell."

"right? okay, your turn," you said, settling deeper into the mattress. the light playful mood was nice, but you wanted to push the envelope just a little bit. "truth or dare, jackson?"

"truth again," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as he watched your eyes. "ask me anything."

"okay..." you leaned in a fraction closer. "who took that polaroid of me backstage yesterday? the one i caught tucked inside your songbook?"

michael froze. the playful grin melted off his face, replaced by a dark red blush that surged up his neck and flooded his cheeks. "i—you saw that?" he stammered, his long fingers nervously tugging at the seam of the quilt. "hey, that ain't fair!"

"answer the truth, mike. it's the rules of the game."

"fine..." he muttered, looking down shyly, his eyelashes casting long shadows in the amber light. "i took it. you just... you looked real pretty, okay? standin' in that gold stage light... i couldn't help myself."

your heart did a sudden, violent flip against your ribs. the air inside the blanket cocoon suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.

"your turn," you whispered, your voice losing its playful edge.

michael looked back up, his soft brown eyes searching your face. the nervous stutter in his breathing was obvious now. "truth or dare?"

"truth." you grin.

michael bit his lower lip, his voice dropping to a low, trembling whisper that vibrated right against your chest. "why do you always act like you don't notice when i look at you? you always act like... like i'm just your buddy."

the silence that followed was deafening. the wind outside seemed to vanish, replaced entirely by the sound of his ragged breathing and the fast, heavy thud of your own pulse in your ears.

"because," you whispered back, the words catching in your throat. "i was scared. i was scared if i let myself see it... if i let myself react... i'd ruin everything. our friendship. my job on tour. i didn't want to lose you, mike."

michael stared at you, his dark eyes shining with an intensity so raw it took your breath away. "is that the only reason?" he asked softly. "just... fear?"

you looked down at his soft lips, then back up to his eyes. the strict wall you’d built between work and friendship didn't just crumble, it vanished completely.

"truth or dare, mike?" you asked quietly, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm.

michael didn't hesitate, his gaze locked onto yours. "dare."

you reached out, your hand slipping up to cup the side of his warm neck, your thumb resting right over his racing pulse. "i dare you to stop bein' scared."

michael swallowed hard, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, beautiful confidence. "i ain't scared no more," he whispered softly.

he closed the tiny distance between you, his lips pressing gently against yours.

it started as a sweet, hesitant brush—a quiet question asked in the warm dark of the blanket. but as you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, months of holding back exploded. michael’s hands, warm and trembling slightly, reached out to hesitantly grasp your waist.

gaining his confidence, he pulled you firmly onto him, bringing your body flush against his in the narrow bed.

the kiss deepened into a long, seamless makeout session. it was tender, deep, and intoxicating, filled with years of unspoken longing.

his long fingers tangled into your hair, holding you right where he wanted you, while you slid your arms around his neck, feeling the fast, steady thud of his heart against your chest.

every time he broke the kiss to breathe, he’d pepper soft, trailing kisses along your cheek, your jaw, and the corner of your smile, before pulling your lips right back to his with a quiet, needy sigh.

when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, both of you were breathless, flushed, and tangled up together under the heavy quilt.

his hand stayed wrapped snugly around your waist, his thumb gently stroking through your shirt.

michael smiled—a radiant, breathtaking expression in the dim amber light. "gosh... i think i like this game, baby."

the word slipped out of his mouth so naturally, so effortlessly, that he didn't even notice at first. but you did. you froze, a wide, teasing grin slowly spreading across your face.

"wait a minute..." you murmured, leaning up to nudge his nose with yours. "'baby'?"

michael’s eyes widened slightly, his cheeks instantly warming up all over again. "i—jeez, did i say that?"

"you sure did, jackson," you giggled, running your fingers teasingly through his dark curls. "getting comfortable, aren't we?"

michael let out a soft, shy chuckle, burying his face into your neck for a second before looking back at you, his eyes brimming with sweet honesty.

"well... i've always wanted to call you that," he whispered, his voice dropping low as his hand down your back. "ever since i can remember."

your heart melted right there in his arms. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," he murmured, his gaze darkening again as he looked at your mouth. "and we ain't done playin'. my turn. truth or dare, baby?"

a thrill ran up your spine at the sound of the nickname. "truth."

michael leaned down, his lips brushing right against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. "truth..." he whispered husky, "when i pulled you on top of me just now... where did you wanna put your hands?"

your breath hitched sharply. you pulled back just enough to look at him, shocked by how smooth and bold he was suddenly bein'. "michael!" you gasped, your face burning red.

"hey, it's a truth!" he giggled softly, his hands tight on your waist, tugging you just an inch closer so your hips rested against his. "answer it for me, baby."

"i..." you swallowed hard, staring into his dark, hungry eyes. "i wanted to slide my hands right under your sweater. feel your bare skin."

michael let out a soft, shaky breath, his eyes widening slightly as his grip on your waist tightened. a slow, satisfied smile bit at his lips. "gosh..." he whispered. "okay. your turn."

you smirked, leaning down until your lips were hovering a millimeter over his. "truth or dare, mike?"

"dare," he rasped without a second thought.

"i dare you..." you whispered, sliding your hands slowly down his chest, stopping right at the hem of his sweater, "...to let me."

michael’s breath hitched completely. a low, needy hum escaped his throat as he grabbed your waist, pulling you all the way back down into another deep, breathless kiss, his hands guiding yours right up beneath the warm fabric of his shirt.

the room inside the quilt felt like an oven now, the freezing air outside the bus completely forgotten. the heat radiating off michael’s skin under his sweater was intoxicating, and the soft, needy sound he let out as your warm palm pressed against his ribs sent a shiver straight down your spine.

he broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his dark eyes heavy, hooded, and completely focused on your lips. his hands were firmly planted on your hips, keeping you pinned right where he wanted you. flush against his body in the narrow bed.

"gosh," michael rasped, his voice a quiet, breathless murmur against your cheek. "you... you're drive-in' me crazy, baby."

you let out a quiet, breathless laugh, feeling his heart hammer wildly under your fingertips. "your turn, jackson. truth or dare?"

michael’s thumb stroked a slow circle over your hip bone through your pants. "truth," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your mouth. "tell me... when you’re takin' photos of me on stage... do you ever look at my mouth and think about this?"

you bit your bottom lip, a wave of heat rushing through your chest. "every single show," you confessed softly, sliding your hands further up his bare chest, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin. "especially when you sing the slow songs. i'd pretend the camera wasn't even there."

michael let out a low, shaky exhale, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. a slow, smoldering smirk spread across his lips—a look that was pure confidence, completely different from the shy boy who was shivering twenty minutes ago.

"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your nose brushed against his. "truth or dare?"

"dare," michael said instantly, his dark eyes challenging yours. "make it good, baby."

"i dare you to tell me the dirtiest thought you've had about me since we started this tour."

michael froze for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. a deep, gorgeous flush flooded his dark skin, but he didn't pull away.

instead, he leaned up, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear, his warm breath making every hair on your neck stand up.

"i thought about what it’d feel like to have you locked in my hotel room..." he whispered husky, his voice dipping into a low, velvet gravel. "...no cameras, no brothers, no schedule. just you stripped down in my bed, let-in' me touch you everywhere i wasn't supposed to."

a sharp gasp escaped your lips. you pulled back just enough to look at him, your chest heaving. "michael..."

"you asked for the truth, baby," he murmured, a dangerous, playful glint in his eyes as he pulled you back down by your waist. "truth or dare?"

"truth..." you rasped, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"where’s the most sensitive spot on your body?" he asked, his long fingers gently sliding up from your hip, his thumb lightly dragging along the sensitive skin of your lower belly just beneath the hem of your shirt. "where do you want me touchin' you right now?"

your eyes fluttered shut at his touch. "right there," you breathed out, your voice trembling. "and... my neck."

michael didn't hesitate. before you could even open your eyes, his lips were on your neck, pressing a series of open-mouthed, hot kisses right along your jawline down to your collarbone. you let out a quiet gasp, your fingers clutching tightly at the bare skin of his shoulders under his sweater.

"truth or dare, mike?" you whimpered,

shifting your weight slightly over him.

"dare," he groaned against your skin, his hands sliding down to cup the curve of your backside, holding you firmly against him.

"i dare you to kiss every inch of skin you can reach without takin' my shirt off," you challenged, your breath coming in short, needy hitches.

michael gritted his teeth, a low hum vibrating in his chest. he immediately pulled your shirt up just far enough, burying his face in the soft skin of your stomach.

he kissed your waist, your ribs, trailing hot, wet kisses up toward the bottom of your bra, making you arch your back into him with a quiet whimper.

"gosh, you taste so sweet, baby," he muttered breathlessly against your skin, his hands pulling you even tighter against his torso. he looked up at you through his thick dark lashes, completely flushed. "truth or dare?"

"dare..." you gasped, resting your forehead against his chest.

"i dare you to ride my lap," michael whispered rasped, his eyes dark and hungry. "sit right on top of me."

your heart stopped for a beat. without a word, you shifted, swinging one leg over his body so you were straddling his thighs, hovering right over his lap in the narrow bunk. the shift in position brought your hips directly in contact with his.

michael let out a harsh, sharp breath, his hands instantly gripping your thighs to steady you. "jeez..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he felt your weight on him.

"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your breasts brushed against his chest, your voice thick with heat. "truth or dare, michael?"

"dare," he gasped out, his hands squeezing your thighs tightly.

"i dare you to show me how much you want me."

that was the final snap. michael’s restraint shattered into pieces.

"dare," he rasped out under his breath, his hands moving from your thighs straight to your hips.

with a low, needy growl, michael lifted his hips up into yours, rolling his pelvis directly against you through your clothes. the sudden, intense friction made a loud gasp fly out of your throat.

he didn't stop—he began a slow, agonizing rhythm, rolling his heavy weight against you from underneath, grinding his hips up into yours while his hands dug into your waist to keep you locked to his rhythm.

"michael... oh god..." you whimpered, throwing your head back as the intense heat pooled straight between your legs.

"tell me it feels good, baby," michael rasped out, his breathing completely wrecked as he thrust his hips up into yours again, the heavy friction of your jeans dragging against his trousers making him bite his lower lip until it was white. "tell me you like it..."

"i love it, mike..." you gasped out, your fingers gripping his shoulders through his sweater as you rode the slow, heavy movement of his hips.

he groaned at your words..a deep, chest-vibrating sound and pulled your head down to capture your mouth in a frantic, desperate kiss. he rolled his hips up into yours with more force, grinding hard against you, making both of you gasp for air under the heavy quilt.

the entire narrow bus bed shook softly beneath you as the game of truth or dare dissolved completely into a hot, continuous wave of pure, heavy friction in the dark.

every time his hips hit yours, he’d murmur sweet, breathless assurances against your lips—"i got you, baby... i got you..."—holding you tight against him as the freezing night raged on outside, completely forgotten in the heat of the narrow bunk.

the air inside the dark, heavy cocoon of the quilt was suffocatingly hot, thick with humidity and the rich, intoxicating scent of his perfume mixing with the sweet heat building between your bodies. outside, the freezing night wind howled against the metal hull of the tour bus, making the bunk feel like the only warm place left in the entire world.

the slow, agonizing roll michael was setting from underneath you was driving you out of your mind, but the narrow space and the heavy layers of clothes were making both of you desperate, restless, and completely undone.

you let out a sharp, frustrated whimper against his lips, your fingers tangling tight in the soft dark curls at the nape of his neck. "mike... please..."

in one smooth, surprisingly powerful motion, he grabbed you firmly by the waist, his long fingers digging into your hip bones.

he flipped you onto your back against the narrow mattress. you gasped, the breath knocked right out of your lungs as your thighs naturally fell open.

michael instantly slid right between them.

he settled his full, heavy length flush on top of you, his broad chest pressing firmly into yours, his hips fitting directly into the warm, damp space between your thighs.

through his trousers and your jeans, you could feel every rigid, throbbing inch of his hardness pressing right against your center.

"gosh..." michael groaned into your neck, his whole body shuddering as he felt your warmth beneath him. "jeez, baby... look at you."

before you could move, his long, slender fingers laced firmly through yours. with effortless strength, he pinned your hands up beside your head on the pillow, gathering both of your wrists into just one of his broad hands, locking them securely above you.

"michael..." you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to roll your hips up to meet his.

"shh... stay right there, baby," michael whispered, his voice dipping into a low, hypnotic rumble right against your ear. "just stay real still for me. let me look at you."

he lifted his hips just a fraction of an inch and brought them down with a slow, agonizingly heavy roll, grinding his hard length directly against your sweet spot through your clothes. the sheer, relentless friction made a loud, pathetic whimper tear from your throat.

michael smiled against your cheek—a slow, sweet, utterly possessive expression. "look at you... so quiet and shy for everyone else on this tour... but makin' all these pretty little noises just for me."

"michael, please..." you gasped, your pulse hammering in your throat.

"truth or dare, baby?" michael rasped out, his hips giving another deep, rolling thrust that made the bed springs squeak softly beneath you.

"truth!" you sobbed out, your chest heaving against his. "truth!"

michael gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he held your wrists locked above your head. "truth..." he groaned, his dark, glazed eyes searching yours in the faint amber light.

"tell me... when you see me on stage and i pull my shirt up... or when i slide down on my knees in front of thousands of screamin' people... do you pretend i'm doin' it just for you?"

you whimpered, arching your back into his heavy downward pressure. "yes!" you confessed, your voice breaking. "every single night! i pretend you're lookin' right through the lens at me!"

michael let out a low, dark hum of pure satisfaction, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline down to your pulse point. "i am," he whispered husky. "every single time, baby. i'm only ever lookin' for you."

he shifted his weight slightly, rolling his pelvis against yours in a continuous, agonizingly slow circle that made your toes curl.

"my turn..." you panted, struggling to catch your breath. "truth or dare, jackson?"

"truth," he panted instantly, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your pinned hands. "ask me, baby."

"tell me the exact moment you decided you were gonna stop playin' nice and finally touch me tonight."

michael let out a ragged exhale, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips kept up that heavy, rhythmic roll. "when you giggled at me shivering in that booth," he rasped out, his breath burning hot against your ear.

"when you lifted that quilt and told me to come lay down next to you. i walked over to this bed, and i said to myself... if she lets me under this blanket, i ain’t ever lettin' her go."

a sharp, breathless thrill shot straight down into your belly. "mike..."

"dare or truth, baby?" michael murmured, his tone dripping with soft, commanding authority. "choose."

"dare..." you gasped out, desperate for more.

michael’s dark eyes flashed with a smoldering, dangerous heat. "i dare you to unbutton my shirt," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel. "use your teeth. and don't you dare close those pretty eyes while you do it. look right at me."

your heart hammered against your ribs. michael slowly released your wrists, letting your arms fall onto the pillow. you reached up, your hands trembling as you cupped his warm cheeks.

you leaned up, your dark eyes locked onto his, and caught the top button of his shirt between your teeth. you tugged gently until it popped free of the fabric, your warm breath brushing right against the bare skin of his collarbone.

michael let out a low, shaky gasp, his eyes darkening as he watched you work. "gosh, you're so sweet..." he rasped out. "so sweet for me."

slowly, agonizingly, you worked your way down to the second button, clicking it free with your teeth and pressing your lips to the warm, smooth skin of his chest. michael growled low in his throat, his hips grinding down into yours in a long, punishing roll that made you gasp against his neck.

finally, michael’s hand slid down, shoving straight past the waistband of your pants. his long, warm fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, finding the slick, burning heat of your center.

you let out a sharp, loud gasp, your head snapping back against the pillow as his long fingers cupped you, his thumb finding your wet, swollen sweet spot with devastating accuracy.

"michael—oh god!" you whined into the air, your thighs spreading wider for him completely on instinct.

"shh, open your eyes," michael commanded softly, his voice thick and gentle, yet entirely in control. "look at me, baby. i wanna see your eyes while i feel how wet you are for me."

you forced your eyes open, staring up into his flushed, gorgeous face. michael didn't rush. he began an agonizingly slow, light pressure with his thumb, just barely tracing circles over your warm skin, teasing you until you were practically begging.

"michael, please... move your hand..." you whimpered, rolling your hips up into his palm, desperate for friction.

michael smiled, a dark, fond little look in his eyes as he held his hand completely still, letting you burn. "truth or dare, baby?" he whispered, his hips giving a lazy, heavy press against yours.

"truth!" you gasped out, tears of frustration teasing your eyes. "truth, mike, just touch me!"

"truth..." michael murmured, his thumb giving one slow, firm drag right over your sweet spot, making you cry out softly. "tell me what it feels like when i tease you like this. tell me how needy you are for me."

"it's drivin' me crazy!" you sobbed out, clutching his shoulders. "it feels so hot... i'm so needy for you, mike! please..."

"that's my girl," michael rasped, his tone melting into pure velvet praise. "good girl for me..."

he finally increased the pressure, his thumb slicking your warmth all over your sensitive skin in slow, rhythmic strokes while his heavy hips kept up a steady, rolling grind against your thigh.

he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes fixed on your mouth as he watched every single expression cross your face.

"dare," you gasped out, your voice barely a breath as his thumb dragged across that swollen sweet spot again, sending electricity shooting straight up your spine. "give me a dare, mike..."

michael’s dark eyes burned down into yours, heavy-lidded and dripping with raw, possessive intent. his hips gave a long, excruciatingly slow grind against yours, holding his weight heavy on top of you.

"i dare you..." he rasped out, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel right against your ear, "...to put your hands on my hips, right where my trousers meet my skin, and pull me down as hard as you can. i dare you to feel how bad my body is shakin' for you, baby."

you didn't hesitate. your trembling hands slid down his broad back, fingers digging into the firm skin just beneath the band of his trousers.

you pulled him down hard, jamming his heavy length flush against your heat. michael let out a ragged, guttural groan into your neck, his whole frame shuddering as he felt the intense, seamless friction between you.

"gosh... jeez, baby," he panted, his hot breath burning your skin. "you're trying to ruin me..."

"truth or dare, jackson?" you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress, your hips rolling helplessly into his palm as the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter.

"truth," he gasped out instantly, his thumb tracing a small, firm circle right where you needed it most, making your hips jump. "ask me, baby... ask me anything you want."

"truth..." you sobbed softly, tears of pure, agonizing pleasure pricking your eyes. "tell me... what's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about doing to me when we're alone?"

michael gritted his teeth, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolled his hips in a deep, punishing circle against yours.

"i thought about bending you over the mixing console in the studio," he confessed shameless, his voice dropping into a dirty, husky rumble that sent shivers straight to your toes. "with the door unlocked... pullin' your skirt up and hearin' you try so hard to stay quiet while my brothers were right down the hall."

a sharp, breathless cry tore from your throat, your thighs clamping tight around his hip. "michael!"

"truth or dare, baby?" michael murmured instantly, not giving you a single second to recover, his thumb speeding up just enough to keep you hovering right on the edge of the abyss.

"truth!" you panted, writhing beneath his heavy, loving weight. "truth!"

"truth..." michael whispered, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart stop. "tell me what it sounds like when you're alone in your room thinkin' about me. do you whisper my name when you touch yourself?"

your face flushed bright red, a loud, pathetic whimper escaping your lips. "yes!" you cried out, completely undone by his soft, commanding authority. "yes, mike! every single time!"

michael let out a low, victorious growl, his chest vibrating against yours. "i knew it," he rasped, his face flushing with dark pride. "i knew my sweet girl was thinkin' about me..."

he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, breathless, greedy kiss, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, swallowing every needy whimpering sound you made.

slowly, deliberately, his long fingers slid deep inside you, stretching you gently while his thumb pressed hard, fast, and relentless against your sweet spot.

"oh god... michael!" you gasped against his lips, your body curling upward around his hand as the sensation flooded every inch of you.

michael set an agonizingly sweet, steady rhythm with his fingers, pumping inside you with slow, deep thrusts while his thumb worked your center. he looked down into your eyes, his gaze overflowing with pure adoration, completely wrapped up in how beautiful you looked beneath him.

"you like that, baby?" he whispered rasped, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers curled inside you, finding every sensitive spot. "you feel how good you wrap around my fingers? so warm... so wet for me..."

"mike... please... it's too much..." you sobbed out, your hands clutching his shoulders, your back arching off the narrow mattress.

"shh, just let go for me," michael murmured lovingly, his lips pressing soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, and the corner of your lips.

his hand worked faster, his fingers curling deeper into your heat, driving you completely out of your mind. "look at me, baby. tell me... you wish that it was me inside of you, huh?"

a breathless, helpless sob tore from your throat, your eyes locked onto his blown-out, dark pupils. "yes!" you screamed softly into the quiet space beneath the quilt. "yes, mike! god, yes!"

"that's my girl..." michael rasped out, his thumb pressing hard against your sweet spot while his fingers thrust deep one last time, driving you straight over the edge. "take it all for me, baby..."

the electric coil in your belly shattered completely. violent, rolling waves of pure, uncontrollable pleasure crashed through your entire frame, your tight muscles pulsing wildly around his fingers. your head snapped back, your heels digging into the bed as a high, breathless cry echoed under the quilt.

michael held you tight against his broad chest, his fingers staying deep inside you to ride out every single wave of your climax, swallowing your sweet, messy cries with soft, worshipful kisses. "gosh... look at you," he whispered breathlessly, his tone dripping with pure romance and devotion. "so gorgeous... so good for me..."

as your breathing slowly began to settle and the intense trembling in your thighs softened, michael gently slipped his hand out from beneath your clothes. he reached up, tenderly brushing a damp curl away from your forehead, kissing your temple with sweet affection.

it was only then, as you rested your cheek against his chest, that you noticed the heavy, rigid strain still pressing tight against your thigh through his trousers. he was completely unfulfilled, his breathing still ragged and strained, yet he was making no move to touch himself or fix his clothes.

you lifted your head slightly, looking up into his dark, soft eyes. "mike... what about you?" you asked gently, your hand reaching down toward his belt. "you... you didn't..."

michael caught your wrist gently, shaking his head with a sweet, tender smile that made your heart completely melt.

"i'm okay, baby," he whispered softly, pulling your hand up to press a warm kiss against your knuckles. "it's alright. i only wanted to tend to your needs tonight. just seein' you give it all to me like that... feelin' you call my name... that's more than enough for me."

he pulled you tight against his chest, wrapping the thick quilt around both of your shoulders as the wind howled harmlessly outside, holding you close and cherished in the warm, dark quiet of the bus.

the heavy quilt was pulled all the way up to your shoulders, trapping every bit of shared heat in the quiet, dark cocoon of the narrow bunk. your head rested comfortably on michael’s bare chest, the steady, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat serving as a soothing lullaby against the low howl of the icy wind outside.

michael’s long fingers were tangled lazily in your hair, his thumb stroking smooth, gentle circles against your temple. every few minutes, he’d press a tender, lingering kiss to the top of your head, whispering sweet, drowsy praises against your skin until your eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.

"go to sleep, baby," he murmured, his voice dipping into a soft, velvety rumble as he pulled you even closer, his arm wrapped around your waist like a protective shield. "i got you. i ain't goin' nowhere."

wrapped in his warmth and the lingering, sweet ache of the night, you let out a soft, contented sigh and finally drifted off, completely safe in his arms.

the quiet dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, cool blue light through the frost-dusted windows of the dormant bus.

click.

the heavy emergency door handle at the front of the bus finally gave way with a sharp metallic pop, followed by the heavy thud of boots stepping onto the cold floorboards.

"hey! anyone in here? mike? you guys in here?"

jermaine’s deep, groggy voice echoed down the aisle as he walked toward the back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes after getting the spare key from the hotel desk. he strolled past the small dining booth, looking around for any sign of you or his younger brother.

when he reached the small sleeping cubby, he froze.

the heavy quilt was slightly pulled down, revealing you fast asleep, your face buried comfortably in the crook of michael’s neck.

michael’s arms were wrapped snugly around your body, his face turned toward yours, his dark curls spilling over the shared pillow. his unbuttoned shirt left his smooth chest exposed, right where your hand was comfortably rested.

jermaine blinked once. then twice. a wide, slow smirk spread across his face as he took in the scene.

"well, well, well..." jermaine chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head. he leaned against the frame of the booth, crossing his arms with a quiet, knowing grin. "about damn time."

he reached out and gave the edge of the mattress a quick, loud tap with his knuckles. "wake up, lovebirds. tour bus leaves in an hour, and marlon’s already down in the lobby asking where his lens cap went."

michael stirred instantly, his eyelids fluttering open as he let out a low, sleepy groan. he instinctively tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer before his dark eyes blinked up and landed right on his older brother.

a dark red blush surged up michael’s neck instantly, his eyes widening in mild panic as he realized how completely caught you both were. "jermaine! i—we—it ain't—"

jermaine just laughed softly, raising his hands in fake surrender as he turned to walk back toward the exit. "save it for the breakfast table, little brother. but you better help her find that camera card before marlon starts digging through her bags."

as jermaine’s footsteps faded down the aisle, michael looked down at you, his face burning, though a shy, radiant smile slowly broke through his flustered expression.

you stirred against his chest, blinking sleepily up at him with a mischievous grin. "caught us, huh?"

description: a late-night movie search in his bedroom turned into an unexpected confession that exposed years of hidden desire. watching the tape broke the silence, turning a long-time friendship into a passionate kiss you and michael never wanted to undo.

content: 18+, smut, mention of pornography, bestfriends to lovers, face sitting, outercourse, otw!michael, soft!dom michael

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the air in the bedroom was warm, thick with the quiet intimacy that only years of an unbreakable bond could bring.

ever since michael had moved out to los angeles in the early eighties, the two of you had been inseparable. despite his skyrocketing fame, the world outside his doors always melted away whenever it was just you and him.

you were a permanent fixture in his life—cool with his siblings, adored by his parents, and trusted above everyone else. to the world, he was a superstar, but to you, he was just michael: your childhood best friend.

tonight was no different. after sneaking downstairs in the dark like teenagers to raid the kitchen for armfuls of snacks, you had retreated back to the sanctuary of his bedroom.

"come on, mike, you're takin' forever," you complained with a soft laugh, watching him crouch near the media cabinet. "how hard is it to pick a movie?"

"i'm lookin', i'm lookin'!" he protested, his smooth, midwestern drawl lacing his soft voice with playful frustration as he shifted through rows of tapes. "i know it's in here somewhere, darlin'..."

losing patience, you jokingly shoved his shoulder to push him aside. "move it, slowpoke. let a professional handle this."

michael chuckled, giving up his spot on the floor without much fight. he retreated to the bed, propping himself up against the plush headboard and immediately diving into a bowl of buttered popcorn while he waited for you to do the heavy lifting.

you crouched down, shuffling through the neatly lined cassette tapes inside the wooden cabinet. near the back, your fingers brushed past an unfamiliar black case with an odd, unlabeled spine. curious, you pulled it out and flipped it over to read the back.

your jaw dropped. arrayed across the glossy cardboard cover was an unmistakable, explicit array of naked women. it was pure, unadulterated porn.

you gasped loudly, spinning around on your knees to glare at him. "michael! what the hell is this?! you are nasty!"

michael froze mid-bite, a handful of popcorn inches from his mouth. his eyes went wide as saucers, a deep crimson instantly flushing across his cheeks.

he choked on a kernel, coughing violently as he tried to find his voice. "w-what? no! hey, put that back—that ain't—i don't even know how that got in there!"

you squinted at the faded title on the front, unable to hide the mischievous grin breaking across your face. "oh, really? because it was tucked right behind your favorite cartoons, mike."

"relax, please!" he squeaked, his hands coming up in a desperate motion as he practically begged you. "just... just put it away and find a normal movie! please, you're embarrassin' me!"

the sheer panic in his face was hilarious, but the sheer shock of finding something like this in his ultra-private stash sparked a sudden wave of curiosity. you tilted your head, eyeing the tape. "you know... i’ve never actually watched anything like this before. might be good."

michael’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "no—no, no way! we ain't watchin' that! it's completely inappropriate!"

"well, who was watchin' it in the first place then, huh?" you shot back playfully, raising an eyebrow.

michael bit his lip, his blush deepening until his ears were burning red. he couldn't even formulate a coherent sentence, looking anywhere in the room except at you.

"i just wanna see what all the commotion is about," you teased, ignoring his weak protests as you popped the tape directly into the vcr and hit play.

you scrambled onto the high mattress, sliding under the covers and settling right beside him against the headboard. the tv flickered to life, casting a blue, rhythmic glow across the dark room.

you turned your head to glance at michael, who had curled in on himself, looking thoroughly mortified. "wow, michael. and here i thought you were innocent," you tutted, shaking your head mockingly.

michael immediately hid his face entirely in his hands, though the bright red hue of his skin peeked right through his fingers. "no... i am innocent! it’s just—sometimes i... well... i'm still a man!"

"a dirty one at that," you joked, snickering as the opening scene of the video began to play. on screen, a stereotypically handsome plumber was walking up to a lavish house.

michael let out a heavy, slightly embarrassed sigh, lowering his hands just enough to peek out. "it’s dirty, i know... i just... i’ve grown up so much lately. i feel different in so many ways."

the subtle shift in his tone made you stop teasing. looking over, you caught the quiet, slightly vulnerable expression on his face, a rare glimpse beneath his usual cheerful exterior. softening up, you leaned your shoulder against his. "hey... i’m just teasin' you, mike. i know we all have our freaky moments."

michael blinked, glancing at you sideways. "we?" he questioned, a tiny smirk touching his lips as the table turned. "and what have you been doin'?"

on the television, the scene progressed. the plumber was now kneeling under a kitchen sink while the lady of the house paced around the room in a sheer, paper-thin nightgown.

now it was your turn to feel the heat rising to your cheeks. "nothing really... sometimes i just—well, i don't wanna say." you quickly averted your eyes, staring intently at your hands in your lap.

"oh, come on!" michael laughed, his confidence instantly returning as he saw you squirm. "you can torture me, but you won't give up the details?"

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, shifting nervously against the sheets before whispering, "okay... sometimes... when i like a guy—like, really really like him—i think about him... w-when i touch myself."

the room went completely quiet. the playful laughter died down, replaced by a sudden, electric stillness. michael didn't mock you. he just sat there, staring blankly ahead as if absorbing the weight of your words, deep in thought.

finally, after a long silence, he cleared his throat. "wow... that's like, really nasty," he deadpanned softly.

you gasped in pure irritation, hitting his arm. "michael!"

he burst into a loud, infectious laugh, dodging your swat. "no, i’m meannin' it as a joke! i'm just teasin'! but... i mean, that’s totally normal."

you looked at him through your lashes, the initial awkwardness melting into a strange, intimate honesty between the two of you. "yeah? do you do it... too?"

michael’s laughter faded, replaced by a quiet, grounded stillness. he gave a small, deliberate nod. "yeah. sometimes i can’t help it... there’s this girl i like. and whenever i think 'bout her... my heart swells up. and somethin' else swells too, i'd say."

your mouth dropped open, a sudden pang of unexplainable jealousy twisting in your chest. "michael! what girl?! you’ve never told me 'bout a girl! i hate when you hide stuff from me," you pouted, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

michael just offered a smooth, mysterious grin, his eyes fixed on yours. "it's nothin'... don't you worry 'bout it."

on the screen, the plumber was watching the woman bend down low to grab something from a bottom cabinet. the actors began exchanging low, flirtatious dialogue before the man pulled her up into his arms, crushing his lips against hers.

she surrendered to it instantly, and within seconds, they were passionately making out right against the tiled kitchen counter.

the visual sent a sudden flutter through your lower stomach. "wow..." you murmured breathlessly, shifting slightly under the heavy comforter. "now that i think 'bout it... i’d love to be kissed like that."

"oh, yeah?" michael’s voice dropped an octave, quiet, deep, and velvety with that soft midwestern accent as he turned his head toward you.

you bit your bottom lip, your gaze glued to the glowing screen. "mhm... it just looks so passionate. like he’s just ready to give his absolute all to her."

michael didn't say a word. while you were absorbed in the movie, his eyes hadn't touched the tv screen in minutes. instead, he was staring directly at the profile of your face, taking in the soft curve of your lips and the flushed heat on your neck.

unknowingly, you turned your head back to him, catching his intense gaze. "is that why you enjoy watchin' this? because it's what you fantasize 'bout?"

locking eyes with you, his expression softened. "well... not the exact situation. but some of the actions, yeah."

"so you’d... bend a lady over the kitchen counter like that, and take her from the back?" you asked softly, the words tumbling out with a naive, innocent curiosity that made the air in the room feel suffocatingly thick.

michael let out a quiet breath, stunned by how casually the explicit imagery fell from your lips. "i mean... the kitchen is a lovely place," he admitted softly, a subtle blush returning to his cheeks. "i’d just be a lot more romantic and gentle than he is, darlin'."

you nodded slowly, taking that in. "mmm. so that's how you like it... sweet and gentle, huh?"

"okay, why are we interrogatin' me now?" michael countered playfully, his dark eyes glittering as he threw the question back at you. "what 'bout you? what do you like?"

"i wouldn't want it from the back," you murmured, unconsciously raising a hand to lightly bite on your fingertip as a slow, warm moisture pooling between your thighs made itself known. "i’d rather it be somethin' like missionary... where i can actually see the man who's poundin' inside of me."

michael went completely still. his breath hitched in his chest as he watched you—the heavy, dreamy look in your eyes, the subtle flush on your skin, and the way you were biting down on your finger.

"it would just be so sexy," you continued, finally turning your glance back to meet his intensely dark eyes, "to see how good i'm makin' him feel, you know?"

"y-yeah..." michael stammered slightly, his vocal cords tightening as he swallowed hard. "i get that. it’s... it's much more romantic in that sense."

you leaned a little closer to him, lowering your voice. "have you ever actually done anything... with a girl, michael?"

another light blush dusted his cheekbones. "well... i’ve only ever gotten as far as kissin'. have you?"

"yeah... just a bit of kissin', and... i’ve gotten ate out before," you admitted shyly, looking down at the blankets.

michael let out a soft sigh, an amused smile spreading across his lips. "oh, wow. you really are nasty. how did it feel?"

you opened your mouth to answer, but the memory was so underwhelming you could barely form the words. "well... the kissin' was okay, but um... when he was eatin' me out, i didn't really feel anything."

michael’s eyebrows pulled together in genuine confusion. "you didn't? i always heard that feels amazing for women."

"no... i'm not sure if he was just doin' it wrong, or if i was just way too nervous. so i just told him to stop and we called it a night," you sighed, leaning your head back against the headboard.

michael tilted his head, his voice dropping into a tender, low murmur. "so... no man has ever made you cum?"

you let out a shocked laugh, swatting his leg. "well, damn, mike! if you put it like that!"

he broke out into a bright, melodious laugh right along with you, the heavy tension breaking for a brief second.

"i'm not tryin' to judge!" he insisted through his giggles, raising his hands defensively.

"i'm just makin' sure you're satisfied!"

"well, i know damn well that you are," you joked, gesturing toward the explicit video still playing on the tv screen.

"that's it!" michael grinned, grabbing a plush feather pillow from behind him and swinging it right at your shoulder.

"hey!" you shrieked with laughter, grabbing your own pillow to defend yourself.

the two of you burst into a chaotic, full-blown pillow fight right on top of the mattress, feathers rustling and blankets tangling around your legs.

with one hard, heavy swing, you caught michael square in the chest, sending him falling backward onto the bed.

"oh, you're gonna get it now," he laughed, springing back up with lightning speed.

before you could scramble away, he lunged forward, using his weight to pin you flat on your back against the mattress.

his large, slender hands quickly seized your wrists, pinning them firmly above your head.

you gasped, breathless from laughing so hard, your chest heaving up and down rapidly. "okay, okay! i surrender!" you giggled, looking up at him.

but michael didn't drop his hold.

the laughter slowly died in his throat as his eyes roamed over you. in the scuffle, your pajama top had ridden up past your waist, exposing a smooth stretch of your stomach and the soft curve of your waist. his knees were slotted firmly between your thighs, holding you completely trapped beneath him.

on the television, the actors were now aggressively lost in the act, the faint, rhythmically wet slaps and low groans pouring out of the speakers, but the noise completely faded into the background. the atmosphere in the room shifted entirely, becoming heavy, quiet, and suffocatingly tense.

michael swallowed, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity you had never seen in him before. his lips parted slightly, his gaze dropping down to your mouth.

"michael..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

he didn't let you finish.

slowly, deliberately, his fingers slipped down from your wrists, sliding between yours to intertwine his hands with yours, pressing your knuckles flush against the bedsheets.

he leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, agonizingly slow kiss. it was a deep, intoxicating surge of passion—years of a hidden crush, unspoken longing, and suppressed desire finally pouring out of him all at once.

he broke the kiss just an inch, his hot breath fanning across your lips as he immediately dragged his mouth down to press desperate, lingering kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. a shiver racked through your entire body.

"michael... i—" you gasped out, thoroughly confused by the sudden shift, yet completely melting beneath his weight.

before you could even finish your sentence, michael pulled back up, capturing your mouth once again, this time parting your lips and sliding his tongue deep into your mouth.

you groaned softly into the kiss, tasting the sweetness of him as his hands released yours. instead of staying pinned to the bed, he brought his palm up to cup your face, his long fingers trailing up to cradle your cheek and tangle into your hair, deepening the angle.

he pulled back just enough to look down into your blown-out pupils, his voice dropping into a raspy, needy whisper. "the girl i been wantin' so bad..." he breathed, leaning in to press another hard, lingering kiss to your mouth. "...i got her right here."

you completely lost it. the last bit of your restraint shattered as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down flush against you.

the two of you were making out deeply, breathless whimpers and soft moans escaping into each other's mouths while the vulgar sounds of the video played on in the background, ignored.

michael shifted his weight, his hips pressing into yours as he began kissing down your neck again, sucking lightly at the sweet spot right below your ear.

"i've been wantin' to do this for so damn long," he growled softly against your skin, his hands tracing down your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"me too, baby... me too," you moaned against his shoulder, your fingers gripping his back tightly as the heat between you both exploded into pure, unfiltered desire.

the heat between the two of you was suffocating, every breathless exhale blurring the line between fantasy and reality as the explicit audio from the tv echoed through the dimly lit room. michael’s lips were relentless, moving from your mouth to trail a path of searing, hungry kisses down the curve of your jawline.

"you have no idea..." michael rasped, his voice thick with a raw, desperate edge as his open mouth pressed into the sensitive valley of your neck. "you have no idea how many nights i laid right here in this bed... thinkin' 'bout you."

a soft, broken moan escaped your throat as his lips latched onto the soft flesh right below your ear, applying a firm, suction that made your toes curl.

"michael—" you gasped, your fingers tangling into his dark, soft curls, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. "i thought... i thought i was the only one. every time i touched myself... it was always you. it was always your face in my head..."

michael let out a low, shuddering breath against your skin, the vibration sending lightning straight down your spine. his tongue flicked over the heated spot he was marking before he bit down ever so gently, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.

"that's it, darlin'..." he whispered sweetly into your skin, his voice dropping into that smooth, velvety midwestern lilt, dripping with affection even as his hands gripped your hips tighter. "tell me... tell me what you wanted me to do to you."

"everything..." you whimpered, tilting your head back to give him complete access. "i wanted you to kiss me just like this... to hold me down... to show me what it feels like to actually be wanted."

"i want you so bad," he murmured against your collarbone, his hot breath fanning across your flushed skin as his lips found another spot, sucking a deep, purple hickey into your flesh with a needy, possessive rhythm. "i'm gonna give you everything you ever dreamed 'bout, baby. every single thing..."

he dragged his face back up to yours, his dark eyes glittering with absolute devotion and untamed hunger. he didn't wait for a response before crushing his mouth over yours again, his tongue sliding deep to taste you, meeting your eager response as your bodies rocked together on the mattress, completely consumed by the fire you’d both kept hidden for so long.

the heat in the room was unbearable, every breath charged with years of pent-up desire. michael’s lips never left yours, his tongue sliding against yours in a wet, desperate rhythm as his body pressed heavily into yours.

"you're so sweet, baby... so damn beautiful," he breathed against your mouth, his voice raspy and thick with hunger as he broke the kiss just enough to look down at you. "i'm never lettin' you go after tonight. you're mine now."

"i'm yours, mike... always been yours," you whimpered back, your hands sliding down his shoulders to tug at his shirt. feeling the warmth of his skin sent a jolt right to your core. "take it off... take my shirt off, please. i want to feel you."

a dark, satisfied grin touched his lips. without missing a beat, michael sat up just enough to hook his fingers under the hem of your oversized pajama shirt. he pulled it up and over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it blindly onto the floor.

left in just your thin, cotton tank top, the cool air hit your bare skin, but the cold vanished the second michael leaned back down over you. his eyes roamed over your form, dark and completely intoxicated by the sight.

"look at you..." he whispered, his soft voice dripping with adoration. "so perfect, darlin'... so beautiful for me."

he lowered his head, pressing a trail of lingering, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, down the sensitive length of your neck, and straight onto your chest. each press of his lips left a fiery path on your skin.

"michael... please," you moaned, your back arching off the mattress as his mouth worked its way lower.

"i got you, baby... i'm gonna take such good care of you," he murmured sweetly against your skin, his hot breath making your nipples harden behind the thin fabric.

his slender fingers reached for the thin strap of your tank top, slowly tracing the material against your shoulder. he hooked two fingers underneath it, his touch agonizingly gentle yet possessively firm as he slid the strap down your arm. he worked the fabric down past your ribs, exposing your bare breast to the warm air of the room.

michael caught his breath, his eyes locking onto you with pure reverence. "god, you're gorgeous..." he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

he didn't make you wait another second. he leaned down and captured your sensitive tip between his lips, pulling it deep into his warm mouth. a loud, desperate moan spilled from your lips as his tongue flicked over you, his suction firm and steady.

"mike—oh god, michael!" you cried out softly, your fingers gripping his dark curls, holding him flush against your chest as he sucked and swirled his tongue around you, driving you completely out of your mind.

"that's it, darlin'... let me hear you," he growled softly around you, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist tightly, pulling your hips up flush against his as he continued to worship your body.

he didn't break his rhythm for a single second, his warm mouth staying wrapped around you, pulling you deeper as his tongue swirled in slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive tip. but then, slowly, he tilted his face upward.

his dark, heavy-lidded eyes locked right onto yours through the dim light of the flickering television screen. seeing the raw, intoxicated look on his face while his mouth was actively worshipping your body sent a violent shiver straight down to your core.

as he continued to suck, his long, slender fingers began to trace a path down your skin. he caressed the curve of your waist, his palm burning hot against your bare ribs, before sliding his hand all the way down the smooth expanse of your hip and thigh. his touch was agonizingly soft, worshipping every single inch of you.

"you like that, darlin'?" he murmured around you, his voice low, raspy, and vibrating right against your skin as he pulled back just enough to press a series of wet, lingering kisses around your breast. "you taste so sweet... so good for me, baby."

"oh god, michael, yes..." you whimpered, your hands tangling back into his dark curls, pulling him as close as physically possible. "it feels so good... you have no idea how long i've wanted this."

michael looked back up at you, a soft, devoted smile touching his lips, his eyes practically sparkling with affection. "tell me," he breathed softly, his hand sliding back up your thigh to gently cup your waist, his thumb stroking smooth circles over your hip bone. "tell me everything, darlin'. i wanna hear it all."

you bit your lip, the vulnerability pouring out of you as fast as the heat pooling between your legs. "it started years ago, mike... every time you'd dance in the studio and get all focused and sweaty... every time you'd sing so soft in my ear when we were just sittin' on the couch like this... my heart would just race."

michael’s breath hitched, a deep flush rising on his cheeks as he listened to your confession, his eyes never leaving yours.

"and when you'd wear those tight jeans..." you gasped out, a helpless moan escaping your throat as he leaned back down to take your nipple into his mouth again, sucking with a firmer, greedier rhythm that made your toes curl.

"god, michael... the things i wanted you to do to me... i fell so hard for you and i was so scared to tell you."

michael pulled back, his lips wet and glistening in the dim light. he slid his body up yours, pressing his weight fully against you until his face was just inches from yours, his hot breath fanning across your lips.

"you never had to be scared, baby," he whispered tenderly, his hand coming up to gently smooth a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheekbone.

"i've been fallin' for you since day one. every time you smiled at me... every time you touched my arm... it drove me crazy, darlin'. i wanted to make you mine so bad."

"you have me, michael," you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush against yours. "i'm yours. please don't stop..."

"i ain't ever stoppin', baby," he growled softly against your lips, closing the tiny distance between you to crush his mouth over yours once more, his tongue sliding deep as his hands roamed freely over every curve of your body.

you couldn't take another second of distance. grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pulled michael down into a deep, desperate kiss, sliding your tongue against his as he groaned softly into your mouth.

your hands moved eagerly, tugging at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up over his head until he helped you slip it off, tossing it aside so his bare, warm chest pressed flush against yours.

"turn over," you whispered against his lips, your voice thick with desire as your hands gripped his shoulders. "let me be on top."

michael’s eyes darkened with pure pleasure, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "whatever you want, mama..."

he willingly let you roll him onto his back, shifting his weight so you could slide right up over his lap. sitting atop his thighs, you leaned down, placing your hands on his chest and trailing your lips from his jawline straight down the sensitive column of his neck. you pressed lingering kisses into his skin, teasing him with the tip of your tongue right where his pulse was racing.

"i've thought about this so many times, mike..." you whispered softly into his neck, making him let out a soft gasp. "wantin' to take control... wantin' to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine. i wanted to taste every inch of you... to make you lose your mind just like you're doin' to me."

"god, baby..." michael whimpered, his hands coming up to grip your hips firmly, his long fingers digging into your skin. "you're drivin' me crazy... keep talkin' to me, please..."

you leaned down to capture his lips again, your mouth moving greedily over his as you began to slowly shift your weight.

you rolled your hips down against his, initiating a slow, agonizingly sweet dry hump that pressed your warmth right against the hard length of him through your clothes.

a sharp, involuntary moan spilled straight into your mouth from michael's throat. he arched his back off the mattress, his hips rolling up to meet yours in a desperate, helpless rhythm. his hands gripped your waist tightly, guiding your movements as the friction built a searing heat between you both.

"m-michael..." you whimpered into his mouth, your breath hitching as he rocked up against you again, matching your pace with a needy intensity.

"i got you, darlin'... i'm right here," he gasped against your lips, his voice raspy and dripping with affection. "feel how bad i want you... feel what you do to me, baby..."

the two of you remained locked together, exchanging breathless whimpers, sweet confessions, and deep, wet kisses, completely lost in the rhythm of each other's bodies.

in the background, the explicit tape finally finished its run. the loud, vulgar noises faded away entirely, leaving only the slow, smooth ambient outro music playing softly from the television speakers.

the rhythmic blue light washed over the room, illuminating the sweat glistening on your skin and the absolute devotion in michael's dark eyes as he held you close, rocking helpless and happy beneath you.

you pulled back just enough to break the kiss, breathless and flushed as you raised a hand to run your fingers through your curls. sitting tall on his lap, you kept a slow, agonizingly sexy roll of your hips going against him, giving him a full, unobstructed view of your body.

michael’s breath hitched in his chest. his dark, doe-like eyes couldn't stop staring up at you—tracing every inch of your pretty face down to your exposed breasts, completely entranced. his long fingers roamed over your skin, caressing your ribcage and waist before his hands slipped down to the elastic band at the sides of your pajama shorts.

"can i take these off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice low and raspy with a gentle, pleading edge.

you nodded, your heart pounding against your ribs. sitting up slightly, you slid the shorts down, kicking them aside so you were left in just your bare top and a pair of cute lace panties.

michael swallowed hard, absorbing the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. "god almighty..." he breathed, his soft voice with pure awe and desire. "you're so beautiful, baby... so damn pretty for me."

as you continued to grind slowly over him, the thin fabric of your panties offered no protection from the undeniable heat radiating between you both. you felt the thick, heavy print of him poking firmly through his own pajama pants, making your stomach flip in the best way possible.

"you feel so good, mike..." you whimpered, leaning down just enough to tease his mouth with yours.

"you're drivin' me crazy, darlin'," he murmured back, his hands traveling slowly down the length of your thighs, squeezing gently. "i can feel how warm you are... feel what i do to you."

his heavy-lidded eyes roamed up and down your body hungrily before fixing on your face. he licked his lips, a slow, flirtatious smirk touching his mouth. "come here, baby... i wanna taste you."

a sudden wave of nervous butterflies fluttered in your stomach. "h-here, let me lay down then..." you stammered softly, starting to shift off his lap.

"uh-uh," michael stopped you, his hand catching your waist as he offered you a bedroom look that made your knees weak.

"no, baby. i said come here." he tapped a single slender finger against his lower lip, teasing you with a quiet, confident authority.

you blushed furiously, your face burning as you scooted up his body, hovering right above his face. michael looked up at you with those huge, expressive eyes, filled with absolute devotion.

"that's it, darlin'..." he whispered sweetly, reaching up to press tender, lingering kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs.

he pressed his face right into your clothed warmth, breathing you in. "mmm, you taste so sweet already... so wet for me, baby."

"michael..." you gasped out, your fingers tangling in the sheets near his head as his hot breath fanned through the lace.

"help me take this off, baby," he murmured, hooking his thumbs under the sides of your lace panties and tugging them down. you lifted your hips slightly, kicking the underwear off until it fell to the foot of the bed.

michael bit his bottom lip, looking up at you with a hungry, playful intensity that made you tremble. he slowly raised his hand, pressing his thumb gently into your slick heat.

he swirled it in a agonizingly slow circle, teasing you mercilessly. "look at that..." he whispered nasty-sweet into the quiet room. "so wet for me... you're so pretty, baby. so perfect."

you were nervously falling apart right above him, completely overwhelmed by his undivided focus. feeling completely helpless under his gaze, your hands reached up to grip tightly onto the wooden headboard above his head just to stay upright.

"sit down for me, baby," he whispered, his hands coming around your hips to gently pull you down onto his face.

the moment his tongue made contact, a loud, helpless moan spilled from your lips. michael ate you out like he’d been starving for it, his tongue working in long, deep, deliberate strokes that sent lightning straight up your spine.

he whimpered softly against your warmth, the vibration of his low throat sounds making you lose your mind as he drank in the taste of you.

"oh god—mike, right there!" you moaned out, talking him through every sensation as the pleasure built at a terrifying speed. "just like that... don't stop, baby, please..."

michael’s hands moved up—one coming to cup your bare breast, plumping it up in his warm palm, while his other hand pressed firmly into the small of your waist to hold you steady.

the intense pleasure mounted until you were arching your back, leaning back slightly as you rode his face, your hips moving in a helpless rhythm against his mouth.

you tilted your head back toward the ceiling, completely overwhelmed, but michael murmured softly around your slick center, "uh-uh... look at me, darlin'."

his long fingers reached up, gently catching your chin and pulling your face down so your eyes locked back onto his.

"mike—i'm gonna cum!" you whimpered desperately, tears of pure pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes.

michael gripped your hips tightly, pinning you right where he wanted you as he began grinding your center against his tongue in a fast, relentless circular motion—never breaking eye contact for even a fraction of a second.

you tried so hard to keep looking down into his dark, devoted eyes, but as the overwhelming wave of her orgasm finally crashed over you, you couldn't hold on any longer. your legs began to shake violently, your hands flying from the headboard down into his soft, dark curls.

your eyes rolled back into your head as a loud, breathless scream of his name tore from your throat, your entire body trembling uncontrollably as you came hard right on his face.

and michael didn't stop—he stayed right there through every single wave, eating you through your climax, humming sweetly against your heat as he took every last drop.

you slowly pulled back from his face, breathless and trembling, every muscle in your body humming with the residual shockwaves of your orgasm.

as you lifted your hips, a thin, glistening string of spit stretched between his warm, wet lips and your slick center, catching the blue light of the television before finally snapping.

michael lay there beneath you, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and completely intoxicated, his lips slick and shining in the dim room.

unable to resist him, you collapsed forward, laying back down flush against his bare chest. you leaned up just enough to run your tongue up his chin, licking away the thin line of spit he’d left behind, before capturing his lips in a deep, agonizingly slow kiss.

"damn, baby..." you breathed into his mouth, breaking the kiss just an inch as your hips settled back onto his lap, immediately feeling the massive, rock-hard length pressing against you. "you're so damn hard for me..."

michael let out a low, shuddering groan, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist to hold you flush against him. "how could i not be, mama'?" he rasped into your neck, his voice dripping with that velvety midwestern lilt. "you're drivin' me outta my mind... i need you so bad, baby. i need to feel you."

"i need you too, mike..." you whispered, leaning down to press sweet, lingering kisses against his lips, his jaw, and the corner of his mouth as he reached down to hook his fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants.

he nudged them down past his hips, freeing himself into the warm air of the room. as you sat back up on his lap, your bare skin came into direct contact with his bare length.

your breath hitched in your throat.

he was thick, impressively long, and beautiful—the head glistening with a clear bead of precum in the dim light. feeling the sheer heat and size of him resting flush against your wet heat sent a fresh wave of moisture pooling between your thighs.

"god, michael..." you gasped softly, your eyes wide as you looked down at him. "look at you... you're so big, baby. so damn pretty."

a deep flush spread across michael’s cheekbones, but he didn't look away. his dark, doe-like eyes locked onto yours, completely enraptured by your words.

you reached down, your slender fingers gently wrapping around the base of his shaft. you slowly stroked your hand up the smooth, warm length of him, watching the way his jaw clenched instantly.

"oh... god, darlin'..." michael moaned out loud, his back arching slightly off the mattress as your warm palm slid over his slick tip. he kept his eyes pinned right on yours, refusing to break the intense eye contact even as his breath hitched.

you kept up a slow, steady stroke, feeling the pulse of his heart beating right through his hard skin. "you like that, mike? you like how good my hand feels on your dick?"

"i love it, baby..." he rasped, his voice trembling with pure pleasure. "i been dreamin' 'bout your hands on me like this for so long... thinkin' 'bout how soft you'd feel..."

"i wanted to hold you like this forever," you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his cheek as your hand stroked him again, gathering the slick precum on your palm to make every slide easier. "every time I looked at you in those tight pants, i wondered what you were hidin' under there... never thought you'd be packin' like this for me."

michael let out a quiet, breathless laugh that quickly turned into a heavy groan as you swirled your thumb over his sensitive head. "i wanted to show you, darlin'... i wanted to give you every inch of it. i wanted to lay you down right here and make you forget every other man that ever touched you."

"you already did, baby," you whimpered, your hips twitching subconsciously as the friction of your hand on his length built a suffocating heat between you both. "you're the only one i want."

"then take it, baby... please," he pleaded softly, his hands coming up to gently squeeze your hips, guiding your body closer to his heat. "put it inside you... i wanna feel how tight you are for me."

you bit your lip, the raw temptation nearly washing away all your logic, but you forced yourself to pause. you looked down at his handsome, flushed face, your heart swelling with how much you loved him.

"i want you so bad, baby..." you murmured softly, resting your forehead against his. "i wanna feel you so deep... but we still gotta be safe. we don't have anything tonight."

michael blinked up at you, his dark eyes softening instantly with sweet

understanding. despite the desperate hunger in his body, he nodded without an ounce of hesitation. "i know, darlin'... you're right. whatever you wanna do... as long as i'm close to you."

you smiled, kissing his lips deeply before shifting your body weight. hovering just above him, you used your hand to lay his thick, heavy length flat against his stomach.

slowly, carefully, you lowered yourself back down, positioning your slick, open folds right on top of his hard shaft. you didn't penetrate him, but the moment your wet, sensitive lips pressed directly against the burning heat of his length, both of you gasped in unison.

"oh... god!" michael cried out softly, his hands flying to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as a violent shiver racked his entire frame.

the moment you rolled your hips down against him, sliding your slick heat back and forth along his full shaft, a intense, electric vibration surged straight through your lower belly—and by the way michael threw his head back, you knew he felt the exact same thing.

"m-michael..." you whimpered, gripping his broad shoulders as you established a slow, agonizingly sexy grinding rhythm over his dick.

"darlin'..." he groaned, his eyes snapping back open, dark and heavy with sheer bliss as he looked up at you. "god, that feels... it feels so good, baby... you're so wet, you're just slidin' all over me..."

"you feel so big under me, mike," you moaned, tilting your chin up as you rolled your hips in a tight, circular motion, rubbing your sensitive center right along his warm length. "it feels like you're almost inside me... so thick and warm..."

"i wish i was, baby... god, i wish i was deep inside you right now," michael rasped, his hips rising up off the bed to match your rhythm, pushing his length hard against your folds. "look at me, darlin'... watch how you're workin' me..."

you locked eyes with him, the intense sexual tension filling the room until it was almost impossible to breathe. every time you slid forward, his slick head bumped right against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending white-hot sparks through your veins.

every time you slid back, the friction pulled a helpless, raspy moan out of his throat.

"you're so nasty for me, mike..." you whimpered, biting your lip as you sped up the grind, feeling the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies colliding mingling with the quiet music in the background.

"only for you, darlin'..." he gasped out, his thumbs stroking your hips as he rocked his lower body up into yours with relentless, desperate precision. "i'm yours, baby... all yours..."

you leaned down, bringing your lips back to his in a deep, passionate makeout while your hips never stopped their relentless, grinding rhythm over his slick length. michael’s arms wrapped tightly around your back, pulling you flush against his bare chest in a desperate, breath-stealing bear hug.

"i love you so much, baby..." he whispered rasply into your mouth between wet, heavy kisses, his hands gripping your spine tightly. "you feel so good... so damn good to me..."

"i love you too, mike..." you whimpered against his lips, your heart hammering against his chest. "i need you... i'm so needy for you..."

the intense, continuous friction against your sensitive center was too much to bear. your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, your stamina giving out as another massive wave of pleasure built up in your lower stomach.

"that's it, darlin'..." michael murmured sweetly into your ear, his voice low and comforting despite his own breathless desperation. "let it go, baby... give it to me. i got you... i got you, mama'..."

you couldn't hold back anymore. with a breathless, helpless cry of his name your body gave in completely, shattering into a hard, full-body orgasm right on top of him.

your muscles seized and shook, but michael didn't stop moving. his hands firmly held your waist, continuing to guide your hips in a slow, steady grind over his dick while you came, wringing every last drop of sensitivity out of you.

"m-mike... wait..." you whimpered, breathless and completely spent. you tried to pull back to look down at the messy, wet sight of your combined slickness glistening over his stomach and length, but michael wouldn't let you hide.

his long fingers gently reached up, catching your chin and pulling your face back up to his. "uh-uh, baby... no," he breathed, his voice thick and needy, his dark eyes wide and completely blown out with desire. "i need you to look at me... see how good you make me feel, just like you wanted..."

you looked down into his eyes, your heart melting at the absolute devotion raw on his face. "oh, mike..." you whispered softly, reaching out to gently caress his sweaty cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. "you're so close, aren't you, baby? do it for me... cum for me, michael."

michael let out a shattered, involuntary moan at your words. his hips rocked up into yours with one last, desperate push.

his eyebrows furrowed in pure, agonized pleasure, his dark eyes rolling back as his jaw locked. hearing the deep, raspy sounds tearing from his throat was the sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed. his body shuddered violently beneath yours as he released, his hot seed spilling over his stomach beneath your grinding hips.

the two of you slowly rode out the trailing shockwaves of your climaxes, your movements slowing until you both collapsed against each other, breathless, sweaty, and completely thoroughly spent.

after taking a few minutes to clean up with a couple of towels from his bathroom, you both shuffled back under the heavy comforter, tangling your bare legs together in the warmth of the bed. the slow, quiet music from the tv screen was still playing softly in the dark.

"damn, mike..." you giggled weakly, resting your head against his bare chest, hearing his heart still racing beneath his skin. "i guess you really weren't as innocent as i thought."

michael let out a soft, melodious laugh, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as his fingers lightly twirled a strand of your hair. "i told you, baby.. i'm still a man."

he turned his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your forehead. the playful mood settled into something deep, quiet, and profoundly sweet.

"i meant what i said earlier, you know," michael whispered into the dark room, his soft midwestern drawl laced with absolute sincerity. "i've been in love with you for years... i just didn't wanna ruin our friendship."

you smiled, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "you could never ruin it, mike. i've been in love with you for just as long."

michael loves watching you cum 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𑣲. content: 18+, smut, penetration, dirty talk. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

michael was hovering over you, his broad chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm. he was entirely consumed, his dark eyes burning with an intense, laser-focused devotion that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

he wasn't in a rush. he shifted his weight with excruciating slowness, rolling his hips forward just enough to make the air catch in your throat before drawing back again. he was utterly obsessed with you—with every tiny, involuntary reaction your body gave him.

his broad, warm hands were clamped firmly on the insides of your thighs, keeping them held steady, feeling the delicate, uncontrollable trembling in your muscles every time he shifted his weight.

"look at you...pretty baby.." he breathed out, his voice a low, raspy velvet that sent a shiver straight down your spine. the tone of his voice heavy and dripping with raw warmth. "look how pretty you look when you're completely undone for me..."

you let out a soft, breathy sigh, your hands reaching up urgently to grip his biceps. your knuckles turned white as your fingers dug into his arms, pulling him down, needing the full weight of him against you.

your eyebrows furrowed into a sweet, frustrated knot as the sensation built up, your head tilting back into the damp pillow while your lips parted into a helpless little pout.

michael let out a soft, breathless laugh against your neck. he lifted himself up slightly on one elbow, using his free hand to catch your chin, tilting your face up so he could watch every micro-expression.

he moved again—a short, deep push that made your back arch right off the mattress—his voice taking on a quiet, teasing edge.

"yeah, baby? right there?" he asked softly, his tone smooth and knowing as he adjusted his angle, driving into that exact spot with agonizing precision. "that where you like it, mama? hmm? tell me."

"michael..." you gasped out, your voice entirely delicate. unable to elaborate any other words.

"don't close your eyes on me, girl," he instructed softly, his voice dropping into a low, quiet command. "keep 'em open. keep those pretty eyes on me. i wanna see you."

your eyelashes fluttered heavily, your vision clouded over with pure heat, but you forced your eyes to stay locked on his.

he leaned down closer, his chest pressing gently against yours, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear as he kept up that torturously slow, steady rhythm.

"you feel that, baby?" he whispered against your skin, his tone low and soft. "you feel how tight you are around me, mama? yeah? feel so good..."

the wave hit you all at once, taking your breath straight out of your lungs. you held onto his shoulders urgently, your thighs shaking against his sides as you held on like you were drowning. your inner walls clenched against him in tight, rhythmic pulses.

michael felt every single contraction, drawing a sharp, breathy gasp out of his own chest. he held you right against him, his eyes burning into yours as he drank in the sight of you completely overwhelmed, breathless, and totally his.

ೄ ◞♡ Imagine pervy bsf!michael giving light spanks to your cunt because he swears up and down you showed up wearing the skimpiest bikini he’s ever seen just so you could purposefully get a rise outta him.

Nearing the end of July in California still brings the sun on full blaze, but tolerable enough where it has you think nothing else other than dipping your toes in a pool to relax and enjoy the last bit of summer you have left.

Too bad for you though, as you’re a withering mess in Michael’s arms with your back against his chest, the distant laughter of his brothers out in the backyard becoming more concealed the higher your whines get.

“You did this to yourself, girl.” He whispers into your ear after another smack down, always quick to rub right after to soothe the sting that doesn’t miss an inch to travel across your reddening cunt.

“I-I’m sorry..!” Is all you could really mewl, sorry over something you never did with a motive behind like he’s convinced. You save your breath to try and tell him otherwise, being this far in there is no getting through to him.

And also because he just slipped two fingers inside without much of a warning, reaching places your own fingers wouldn’t be able to get to, eyes rolling back from the unfamiliar pleasure he’s giving.

The curl of his fingers nearly has you lose your sight, pumping with relentless speed, getting him addicted to the wet squelches he’s able to pull from your sopping pathetic cunt. Until he slaps his other hand down to your thigh, you being far from off the hook.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you?” He refers to your bikini, which the bottoms are now lost in the mess on his carpet floor, your top having one breast spilled out because Michael can’t choose just one spot to touch you.

It’s okay if you didn’t. Michael is more than happy enough to show you, with each slap to your puffy clit to pull a yelp that goes straight to his dick, and the perfect rhythm of his fingers dragging along your sensitive walls that has your body have no choice but to respond to him.

michael jackson x f!reader ────୨ৎ──── ♡ wc: 6.2k

synopsis: michael has always believed intimacy belongs in marriage. but as temptation becomes harder to resist, he starts convincing himself that maaaybe some things just don’t count

cw: smut, established relationship, mutual pining, religious/moral conflict, manipulation if u squint ?, poor decision making n even worse excuses, pathetic!michael lowk, v nasty... like actually nasty as hell, loud whiny michael, thriller!michael

michael’s mother had drummed very specific principles into him since he was young, and they always stayed in the back of his mind. he’d grown up believing that a woman was someone you treated with total reverence — someone you protected and cherished. to him, saving the ultimate intimacy for a marriage wasn't just a rule. it was a way to keep something holy.

sweet caress *·˚

⋆. 𐙚 otw! michael loves fingering you , mdni 18+

“michael…”

you couldn’t swallow down the noises that spilled from your trembling lips, his fingers moving with a beautiful, agonizingly slow rhythm that heightened the pleasure and desperation in your body. his thumb applied just enough pressure on your clit, rubbing the sensitive skin in circular motions that made every muscle in your jaw tighten. you gripped just a bit tighter on his bicep, grasping onto him while he utterly ruined you.

michael immediately looked up at the sound of your voice, his attention turning from his fingers inside of you to your completely fucked-out expression. your lips were parted slightly, needy whimpers escaping from your chest, as your eyes were fluttered shut, your eyebrows creasing in pure pleasure from the feeling of his fingers moving against your sensitive bud. he felt your hand gripping his bicep as he worked his fingers inside of you with precise movements he’d been waiting to use on you since he saw you in your short, little skirt.

michael could’ve came just at the sight of you like this; your lower body completely bare underneath him as you squirmed under his touch, your breasts perfectly pushed up against your black laced bra from his angle as you threw your head to the side against the pillow, not bearing the intoxicating weight of his eyes solely on you.

suddenly, you arched your back off the bed slightly when he found your sweet spot, the sensation far too overwhelming to stay still. your grip on his bicep tightened as he continued the flow of his beautifully slow strokes, a sharp gasp catching in your throat as you threw your head back.

“yeah? right there, baby?” he murmured, his voice emerged in lust as he placed his fingers on your chin, turning your face towards him as he rubbed that spot over and over again. you fluttered your eyes open, incredibly heavy-lidded from satisfaction as he continued the rhythm of intimacy against your bud, his fingers tearing soft moans from your bruised lips. “you feel that?”

you couldn’t take it anymore. the sound of his voice whispering filthy secrets, the feeling of his digits working so well against your wetness, the sight of his eyes never leaving yours as he took you down, was too much to take in. you lifted your hips slightly, grinding against his digits desperately to feel him more.

you could only moan louder in response, too overwhelmed to even form coherent words. he entirely wiped out every trace of thought from your brain, your whole world narrowing down to the friction of his finger against your sensitive clit in the quiet darkness of the bedroom. but even in the haze of your own pleasure, you were also becoming hyper aware of how incredibly loud you were starting to get, an embarrassing heat creeping onto your cheeks as his digits still worked with a precise gentleness against your bud.

you quickly bit down on your bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans that he threatened to spill from you from the way he moved his fingers with an agonizing slow motion on your core, pulling beautiful sounds from your lips. but as hard as you desperately tried to keep your noises low, you accidentally kept tearing needy whimpers from your throat.

michael noticed instantly at what you were trying to do, and he was not having it. he took his free hand that lied next to your head and placed it on your bottom lip, pulling the flush out of your teeth’s grip and pulling it down, making you part your lips as yet another moan escaped from your chest the second he freed your bottom lip.

“uh uh… let me hear you baby,” he murmured, his voice a low velvet, so thick with desire as he never tore his vision from the way your eyebrows creased in pure pleasure by his fingers. he felt a sudden sense of possessiveness from the sight, your mouth spilling beautiful noises and your body squirming underneath him all because of his fingers. because hes the only one who knows your body to this extent, and he absolutely loved the thought of no one being able to pull this reaction out of you. “let me hear how good this feels.”

you almost came just by the sound of his voice whispering dirty talk, heavily contrasting to how he was perceived in the public. michael was so famously known for his gentleman demeanor, his voice so soft-spoken, so sweet. but right now, while his fingers were working their way on your sensitive clit, and you cried his name like some type of prayer, something else took over him, something deep in unfiltered lust and desire. that made his voice so full of rasp and emotion. your hand found his wrist, holding onto him as he never stopped that beautiful pressure against your bud.

“that feels s’good baby…” you managed to murmur out, your voice a seductive velvet with a soft rasp to it, your voice dropping low for the intention of his ears only. your eyes clouded over with pleasure as the movement of his fingers continued on your clit. “youre gonna make me cum like this.”

michael’s breath hitched, your words going straight to the ache in his jeans, his boxers feeling uncomfortably tighter than before from the fierce, sexy neediness in your voice. he gasped at the sound of your words, his eyes looking deeply into your half-lidded ones as he completely lost himself in you, the look in your eyes far too intoxicating to tear away from.

“yeah? cum for me, mama… show me how much you love this.” he whispered seductively, his face coming inches away from yours as he nearly drove you to the very edge, your walls clamping around his fingers as the sound of your wetness could be heard in the bedroom, making your face flush a beautiful crimson as he chased after your pleasure.

that was all you needed, the coil in your tummy about ready to burst from the intense gentleness of his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling just right at your g-spot, and the lust in his voice was driving you completely insane.

his lips teasingly grazed yours from how close you guys were, your gaze tearing away from his eyes for a split second to his swollen, pink lips, his parted mouth flashing you an invitation to slide your tongue in and take all of his oxygen from his lungs. in one swift motion, you cupped his face in your hands and crashed your lips against his own, his tongue immediately clashing with yours. he swallowed all of your moans, whimpers, and cries all while he curled his fingers perfectly inside of you. “m’gonna.. oh michael—”

michael let out a groan at the sudden contact, the sound of your moans against his lips heightening the overwhelming intimacy between you two. you were quite literally drinking each others voices in, swallowing each others groans and whimpers that helplessly slipped from both your lips. the ache in his pants became far too intense to ignore, and the vibration of your breathless moans against his lips made it terribly worse. he pathetically rubbed himself against the mattress, rolling his hips in slow grinds next to you as he rubbed circular motions on your sensitive clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

you felt it. you could feel the friction of his jeans sliding against your thigh on the mattress. he was getting off to fingering you. you didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing. your mouth went slack, a loud, needy moan escaping your lips as your orgasm finally erupted, the coil in your stomach completely snapping and flooding your body with immense pleasure. you threw your head back against the pillow, whimpers helplessly slipping from your throat as you rode out your high, your body jerking from the intense push his fingers brought upon you.

michael didnt falter his movements, his fingers still moving with a beautiful rhythm as he continued to rub himself against the mattress, cumming right in his pants from the flushed look on your face and the sound of your high-pitched moans in the quiet, moonlit room. he leaned down, taking advantage of the open space of your throat as he peppered wet, open kisses along the nape of your neck, pulling sweet moans from your mouth with every ‘pop’ of his lips.

“ive got you, baby.” he whispered, his voice low against your earlobe as he pulled away from your neck with one last ‘pop’, coming only inches away from your flushed lips, leaning his forehead against yours, your faces so close to the point that you were breathing in each others air, his exhales traveling into your inhales. “you okay?”

he looked deeply into your heavy-lidded eyes, your pupils dilated until your eyes were pooled entirely black. you nodded weakly, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips as your breathing began to slow down after collecting yourself from your intense finish, soft whimpers and breaths spilling from your chest. “mhm… im so much more than okay.”

he smiled down at you, a gentle tug of his lips as he placed a deep, soft kiss on your bruised lips, swallowing in your hums of satisfaction. he slowly slid his fingers out of your wetness, earning a soft whine from your lips, and lifting it up between your bodies. you looked at it, your breath catching in your throat from how dirty the scene was. your cum slid down his index finger, the thick white liquid threatening to spill down onto your chest from how quick it was drooping down his finger. in one swift motion, you took his wrist, guiding his hand toward your lips as you latched your mouth onto his fingers, sucking yourself clean off his digits.

michael’s eyes slightly widened, the sudden warmth of your mouth sucking on his fingers catching him completely off guard, making him lean back slightly to get a better view of you sucking his cum-covered fingers. your cheeks hallowed slightly, taking his fingers deeper to lick him clean of your arousal. he let out a quiet groan as you swirled your tongue around his finger, sucking your sweetness off his digits.

you stared up at him through your lashes, robbing the oxygen out of his lungs with the look on your face alone. you let out a hum of satisfaction against his fingers as you continued the deep stare into his dilated pupils, tasting yourself on his long, slender fingers as the sweetness rolled on your tongue.

the corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk of pure adoration, his eyes never leaving your blown-out, doe ones. before he could swallow it down, he let out a quiet hum when you sucked the last bit of your arousal from his fingers, licking every drop of cum off his digits before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving his fingers coated in your sweet saliva as you gave the tip of his middle finger a gentle kiss as a beautiful gesture of appreciation.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” he whispered, his gaze locked on your perfectly clouded eyes. from the sound of his praise, you let out a breathless giggle from his comment, your heart fluttering with intense butterflies.

you took his hand that you just latched off of and brought it to cradle your cheek, your face leaning into his touch as you reached behind his neck to pull him into another slow, passionate kiss. the pressure of your lips an unspoken conversation that you appreciated everything he just gave into you without saying the words just yet. he let out a hum of relief from the feeling of your soft lips against his, moving with a gentle rhythm that you entirely created on your own.

“i love you.” you murmured against his lips, diving right back into another kiss, desperate to feel his lips against yours again. he could taste yourself on your lips, the sweetness on your tongue rubbing against his taste buds, pulling him deep until he was entirely drunk off your lips. “im so in love with you.”

michael’s heart nearly thumped out of his chest, the weight of your words hitting him straight in his veins. he pulled back from your swollen, flushed lips to read your expressive eyes in the dark. you were deep in admiration, the back of your fingers mindlessly grazing up and down his arm, caressing his bicep as he shuddered from your soft touch.

“i love you so much, baby.” he admitted, smiling softly down at you as he brushed a little piece of your hair away from your eyes to see you better. “my beautiful girl.”

you smiled against his lips, your mouth continuing sweet pecks on his lips before a sudden contact made the breath in your lungs hitch completely. his huge bulge hitting against your bare thigh. you froze for a split second, the realization hitting you that he’s still incredibly hard from fingering you. you placed one last kiss on his lips before placing a hand on his chest, giving it a firm push as he fell against the mattress in a sudden, smooth motion.

michael let out a surprised gasp, his eyes scanning your every movement when you lifted yourself off the bed and lifted your leg over his lap, straddling him completely as his hands instinctively reached up to your waist, anchoring you there as his chest heaved up and down from the frantic thump of his heart.

“sweetheart… what, what are you doing?” he murmured, his breath uneven as he gripped your waist tighter, a way of holding himself together from the friction of your bare folds against his jean covered bulge, the sensation making his eyes flutter shut for half a second as he secretly loved the assertiveness you suddenly fueled in your bones.

“i can feel how hard you are, baby.” you whispered seductively, your fingers finding the zipper of his jeans as you impatiently tugged the metal down to eagerly free his length. “let me take care of it…”

“fuck… just like that, mama…”

michael probably was being mean lol

but this was all your fault

you kept bugging him while he was in his office working. nearly in tears, because he wouldn’t break from his important duties and play with you for a couple of minutes

cause it doesn’t take much for you to cum, especially dealing with michael

but oh my god, you were whining in his ear for about 10 consecutive minutes. “mikey, come onn.” you gripped his arm while being seated in a seat next to him in his office

he kept telling you later, but nope, you wanted it now. this was low-key his fault; he spoiled you so much that now you think you’re able to get dick every day when wanted

he didn’t answer you but he kept making glances at you, because he just told you later and wasn’t gonna keep being verbal with a woman who doesn’t want to listen

and you hated being ignored, even though he was acknowledging you with his stares. he wasn’t using his words, and you hated when he did that

“michael!”

“baby.” he said now in a loud voice, with a harsh tone. he fully looked you in the eyes, full of lust and heat. you formed a small pout on your lips

wasn’t no winning with you, he seen a whole fit about to form

so he gave you exactly what you wanted, did he not?

first time, his fingers. man, it felt like eating after you were starved for 10 days

second time, his mouth. it takes a lot of food to make up for 10 days so this, was the cherry on top.

third time, his dick. food begins making you fatigue, n full but this was just the room you had left for sweets.

fourth time, you couldn’t take anymore.

“m-mikey.” was all you could say. he thrusted into you at a rhythmic pace, your legs pushed all the way back to your shoulders while your tits bounced with each blow

michael’s eyes were on the messiest scene before him, your slick glistening off of your clit, his cum also painting a pretty picture on you and your messy puffy clit, now a faint bright color

all of your sobs and cries, moans and groans, screams and sighs were the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. especially knowing that you were falling apart beneath him

he peered up at you and saw the way your lips quivered in a pout, and tears continuously spilled from your eyes

his poor baby.

“poor baby.” he grunted, he did have a little remorse so he leaned down to place a nice wet kiss on your shaky lips, but still continued abusing your gummy walls with his tip

your eyes lolled back and you clenched around michael for the a thousandth time this night.

“thought this was what y’wanted baby?”

you sniffled and let out a harmony full of moans while shaking your head no. the only sounds that could be heard were michael’s dick sliding in and out of you with so much ease, due to your entrance being abused and used by him

one hand fell from your legs, that fell instantly. his thumb flew to your clit, making you jolt beneath him and shudder. you felt everything, the fabric of the sheets, your knees against your shoulders, and the heat of michael’s body

“s’ too much.” your hand reached for his lower abdomen, trying to pry him away. he let out a breathy groan before quickening the pace of his thrust

“move your hand.”

your hand stayed in place, trembling as you pleaded and begged with michael.

“c-can’t.. i’ll be good, please. ah— no m-more.. ohh” your babbling turned into small weeps

he called your name, which he rarely did, meaning he was really serious about you moving your damn hand

you moaned and dropped your hand down in so much defeat. he picked it back up and placed a small kiss on your knuckles

“jus’ gimmie one more mama, then im done.”

“y’r bein mean m-mikey.” the tight coil in your stomach nearing, making your toes curl and chest heave up and down

he wouldn’t let you slow him down. he kept making you cum, and he was the one who decided when you were done

yeah maybe he was being mean

“I know baby, daddy’s sorry.”

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warnings: 18+ mdni, foodplay (honey), ass play, ass eating, don’t like, don’t read.

a/n: with pain and a lot of tedious effort, i present to you this. okay no seriously, it was a hassle to get this out, and imo this is so bad 😞 so forgive me

lately, michael has been eating you out way too often for you to not be suspicious about it. and you’re saying this as someone who loves to be eaten out, someone who loves to see your boyfriend on his knees for you.

description: michael’s been trying to win you over for longer than you care to admit. keeping your distance has always been easy—until it isn’t. sometimes, all it takes is one conversation.

content: 18+, SMUT, switch!reader, switch!michael, phone sex, overstimulation, squirting, GUYS THIS ONE IS REALLY NASTY

a/n: ummm… it’s 6k words… i got carried away yall. smut with a hint of plot, i’m willing to write a pt. 2 🙂‍↕️ (this is a long smut read!) not proofread i’m too damn sleepy!

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𐙚🧸ྀི the jackson estate has always felt like a second home to you.

being latoya’s best friend means you know hayven hurst better than most people. you know which rooms stay quiet during the afternoon, which windows are always open when music is playing, and which corners of the property you can escape to when the world starts feeling too loud.

being a few years older never mattered between you and latoya. she had always been mature for her age, and you had always admired how easily she could make anyone feel welcome.

your father owns a successful company, so you’re not unfamiliar with attention or expectations, but you’ve never been someone who chases after it. you prefer keeping things simple. private. predictable.

you were old enough to know exactly who you were, and old enough to know that attention wasn’t the same thing as affection.

you had your own routines, your own goals, and a life outside of the jackson name. you didn’t need to be introduced as anyone’s daughter, anyone’s friend, or anyone’s love interest.

which is probably why michael jackson is such a problem; because michael is everything you usually avoid.

he’s warm when you’re distant. he’s patient when you’re stubborn. and no matter how many times you brush him off, he always finds a way to make you smile.

it’s not that you don’t like him. that’s just the part you refuse to admit.

you like the way he remembers small things about you. you like the way he laughs when you make sarcastic comments. you like how, despite being one of the most recognizable people in the world, he somehow makes conversations with him feel normal.

but you know what comes with him. you know what it means to be close to michael jackson. the attention. the rumors. the constant eyes watching every move, and the idea of having your life connected to someone the entire world feels entitled to.

so you keep your distance. you become the one person who doesn’t immediately fall for his charm, and michael notices.

“you know, i’m starting to think you enjoy turning me down,” he jokes one afternoon, leaning against the doorway while you and latoya sit outside.

you glance over at him, a small smirk forming. ““you’re charming, michael. i’ll give you that. but charm doesn’t make things simple.”

he laughs softly, shaking his head. “that’s cruel.”

“you’ll survive.” but the truth is, you like watching him try.

there’s something amusing about how someone like michael jackson, someone who can have almost anything he wants, seems determined to earn your attention.

a few nights later, latoya has a sleepover.

the room is filled with laughter, music playing quietly in the background, and empty snack wrappers scattered across the floor. everyone is comfortable, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

until janet gets the idea. “i dare you to sneak downstairs and get more snacks.”

you immediately look up. “seriously?”

latoya grins. “yes, seriously.” you roll your eyes, pretending you’re annoyed, but you’re already getting up. “fine. but only because i’m hungry.”

the halls of hayven hurst are quiet when you step downstairs. the house feels completely different at night. calmer. almost peaceful.

you walk into the kitchen, opening the cabinet doors carefully as you search for something to bring back upstairs.

then you hear a voice. “you know, most people usually ask before taking food.”

you freeze, a chill shooting down your spine.

slowly turning around, you find michael standing there.

his hair is slightly messy, his expression relaxed, and there’s that familiar little smile on his face. “your food?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

he walks a little closer, amused. “you know what i mean.”

“i thought this was a family kitchen.”

“and i thought you were better than stealing snacks.”

you laugh quietly. “you barely know me.”

“i’m trying to.” the words catch you off guard. normally, you would have a comeback ready. normally, you would tease him and leave before the conversation could become anything more.

but tonight feels different. maybe it’s because it’s late, maybe it’s because there’s no one watching, or maybe it’s because michael isn’t trying to impress you right now.

he’s just standing there, talking to you.

and for once, you let him. you joke back. you laugh at the things he says. you don’t immediately look for a reason to leave.

and when you finally walk back upstairs, you realize something that makes you uncomfortable. which is that you enjoyed it.

days later, while you’re away on a trip, you realize you forgot something at hayven hurst.

it’s a small thing, but it keeps bothering you. you try really hard to ignore it, but eventually you find yourself picking up the phone and dialing their house.

the second someone answers, you almost hang up.

“hello?” you recognize his voice immediately. no one’s voice had ever sounded so soft and relaxing before.

“michael?”

then there was a pause followed by a quiet laugh. “i was wondering when you were going to call me.”

you smile despite yourself. “don’t make it weird. i just forgot something.” you sigh, rolling over in your cozy comforter. your room scented of linen and coconut from a candle that was lit across the room.

“right,” he says, clearly amused. “that’s the only reason?”

it’s almost like you can hear the amused smirk on his face just by his words. you shake your head, even though he can’t see you. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet you’re still on the phone.”

you should have a response…you usually do.

but instead, you just laugh. and somehow, the conversation keeps going.

you talk about random things. he tells you stories. you tease him. he makes you laugh more than you expect.

for once, you aren’t thinking about the cameras or the fame or the world that comes with his name. you’re just talking to michael.

the phone call is supposed to be short.

at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

you’re sitting on your bedroom floor now, your back against the side of your bed, the phone cord wrapped loosely around your fingers as you stare out the window. the house is quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens late at night when everyone else has already gone to sleep.

you’re about to say goodbye when michael speaks again. “so…”

you smile slightly. “so?” and of course, there is another pause. michael frantically thinking of something to say, under the pressure of your presence.

you can almost picture him on the other end, probably sitting in his room trying to figure out what to say. “nothing,” he finally says.

you laugh softly. “you’re terrible at that by the way.” your fingers fiddling with the phone chord.

“at what?” michael questions. “pretending you don’t have something to say.” you respond softly, a small smile meeting your lips.

another quiet laugh comes through the phone. “maybe i just like hearing your voice.”

you freeze for a second. not because it’s some dramatic confession, but because michael says it so simply. like he doesn’t even realize how much it affects you.

“that was smooth,” you tease.

“was it?” he says, a hint of hope in his voice. you could imagine a satisfied grin on his face right then and there.

“no.” you say blankly.

he laughs, and you can hear the embarrassment in his voice. “i was trying.” “you were trying?” you giggle at his efforts. you both stay quiet for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of each other breathing through the phone.

you're sitting quietly on your bed, listening to michael's soft breathing on the other end. the silence between you two isn't awkward—it's comfortable, but something feels different. you break the quiet with a soft murmur. "you know, i never realized you were this funny."

“is that so?" he smirks softly, running his hand through his curls. “maybe i’m just funny when i’m with you." the line goes silent for a moment, filled with just their soft breaths.

you chuckle lowly. “well technically, you aren’t with me. we’re on the phone.” you can’t help but smile to yourself, as you readjust the phone to your ear comfortably.

"right, right, we're not actually together," he laughs softly, but then suddenly he's standing up, moving quietly to his bedroom window. “but your house is right there, though." he pulls back the curtain gently, looking at the dark windows next door.

“are you looking at me?" you ask softly, moving to your own window. you pull back the curtains slowly, peeking out. you live in a quiet neighborhood where everyone knows each other, so you're not surprised when you see him standing there, phone still pressed to his ear, smiling softly.

"i am now." he pulls up a chair, sitting down comfortably, his elbows resting on the windowsill as he looks out at your window. the street lamps cast a soft glow over everything, making the moment feel almost dreamlike. come sit by your window.

you hear him chuckle softly on the other end of the line as you struggle to move your large, plush chair over to the window. the static and thumping sounds coming through the phone make it clear what's happening. "you’re really having to drag that thing over, huh?" he laughs lightly, enjoying the silly moment.

he hears you laugh and then the sudden quiet, followed by a soft thud and your muted "oof." michael notices your chair slipping from your grip once more onto the floor.

seeing you bend over, trying to pick up the chair you dropped, and his eyes immediately travel to the overwhelming sight of your round ass and thick thighs, displayed as your shirt rode up. he swallows hard, nearly choking.

you finally get the chair positioned right by the window, panting slightly from the effort. you settle into the plush seat, smoothing down your oversized sleep shirt that had ridden up when you bent over. you have no idea what michael just witnessed. "finally," you huff out, trying to catch your breath. "that chair is heavier than it looks."

"um— yeah, looks good," he stammers, still distracted, eyes drinking you in through the window. he's struggling to sound casual but keeps replaying that image of you bent over.

"i didn't expect you to be so..." he pauses, searching for the right word, his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiles softly. he’s leaning against his windowsill, one hand gripping the frame, the other resting casually by his side.

"amazing? i know." you joke, tilting your head, noticing how his cheeks are slightly pinked. you have no idea what's coming next. "i didn’t expect you to be so shy." you say softly, pulling your knees up to your chest in the chair, wrapping your arms around them.

"i’m not that shy," he says, his voice steadying as he gains a bit more confidence. he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the windowsill. "there’s a lot of things you wouldn’t expect from me."

you smile softly to yourself, holding the phone up to your ear, as you gaze at him through the windows. “oh yeah? like what?” you challenge.

or maybe you wouldn't expect me to be so... adventurous," he adds, his gaze trailing over your form before quickly flicking back to your face. "i’m a very open-minded person when it comes to... certain activities." he clears his throat, trying to sound casual, but his voice is a bit strained. “just something to think about."

you tilt your head, studying him curiously. a slow, knowing smile spreads across your face as you process his words. your heart drops as you suddenly realize there's a whole side of michael that you've never seen before—one that's confident, flirtatious, and maybe even a bit sexual. “is that so?"

he nods, his smirk growing wider at your response. he pushes off from the windowsill and leans back against his chair, manspreading. his voice dropping even lower. "mmhm. there are things i like... things i want to try." his eyes flick down briefly before meeting yours again intensely.

"and what exactly are these things you want to try?" you lean forward, resting your chin on your hand, matching his intensity. the conversation is getting dangerously close to some very interesting territory, but you keep your tone casual, like you're just talking about hobbies. "just curious." your fingers tap against the windowsill, mirroring his earlier movements.

michael swallows hard, his eyes locked with yours as he leans forward, mirroring your position. the air between you feels charged, electric. he pauses for a moment before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "well... for starters, i’ve always wondered what it would be like if we…”

"if we what, michael?" you prompt, your heart rate slightly elevated. you have a pretty good idea of where this is going, but you want him to say it. your fingers drum more rapidly against the windowsill, betraying your growing anticipation.

"if we you know—kissed...” he finally says, his face flushing slightly but his gaze remaining steady. the admission hangs between you, heavy and charged. his hand moves unconsciously, resting on his thigh, fingertips pressing into the fabric of his pajama pants. he watches your reaction through the windows intently, his own breath hitching slightly. “i mean, we've never actually—"

"it’s not something you just guess at," you say, watching him with a casual smirk. you’re only two years older than him, but you find his shyness almost amusing. your voice drops lower. a real kiss... it's not just putting your lips together, you know." you pause, letting your words hang in the air.

"what’s it like, then?" michael asks quietly through the line, his eyes fixed on yours. he’s genuinely curious, and there's a hint of vulnerability in his voice that makes your heart soften slightly. he’s so innocent compared to you—no real kissing experience under his belt yet.

"the hands roam... they touch faces, they tangle in hair, they pull bodies closer." your voice is thicker now, more commanding. you’re teasing him mercilessly, painting a picture of passion and desire that he can barely comprehend. “and the lips... they part slightly, tongue slipping—“

"i really wanna do that to you," michael interrupts, his voice thick and strained. the words tumble out before he can stop them—honest and desperate. he’s imagining your lips parting, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there's no space left between you. he exhales shakily, his knuckles whitening where they grip the armrest of his chair.

as you continue your sensual teasing, michael’s cheeks flush deeper, his eyes darkening with barely contained desire. you see the effect you're having on him, and it only encourages you to continue. your voice becomes even softer, more inviting. “is that all you wanna do to me, michael?"

"no..." michael whispers, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. he’s definitely getting hard—his pajama pants doing little to hide his growing erection. his voice is shaky, clearly affected by the mental images you're putting in his head. “i’d…i’d want to do other things too."

“mhm," you murmur, your voice low and teasing. you watch him squirm, his hands fidgeting on the chair arms. you need more details—you want to hear the dirty thoughts running through his head. your voice drops even lower. “michael, honey... be specific."

"i... i want to touch you," michael stammers out, his voice breaking. he’s needy now, helplessly falling apart under the weight of his arousal. his hands curl into fists, his nails digging into his palms. “everywhere... i want to touch you everywhere."

“mmm” you hum out in satisfaction at his desirable truth. you quickly trap the phone in between your jaw and shoulder, allowing your free hands to teasingly slide up your body—gently pulling the fabric of your night shirt. now you were softly cupping and caressing your tits. “you mean right here baby? this where you wanna touch me?” you whisper.

"yes... right there," michael hisses, his eyes stuck to your hands as they cup your breasts teasingly. he’s completely hard now, his pajama pants tenting prominently. the fact that you're in separate houses only adds to the taboo nature of the conversation, making it even more exciting. “is that all?” you questioned.

"no-no... not just there," michael sputters, his eyes glued to the way you're gently playing with your hard nipple. he’s practically panting now, his needy gaze bouncing between your hands and your face. he licks his dry lips, struggling to form coherent thoughts. i…i want to touch you everywhere."

you softly reply in a confused manner. “hmm, everywhere… where could that be? over here?” you say as your hands move down to your inner thighs while slowly spreading your legs. your core aching to be touched.

michael breath catches in his throat as you spread your legs slightly, his mind immediately jumping to dirty places. he can almost feel his heart pounding out of his chest, his voice desperate and shaky. y-yes... there... right there." he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“tell me how you wanna touch me michael.” your voice travels through the phone line. making michael shudder. you were now fed up with this night shirt, bringing your legs up to your chest, using the shirt to cover up your aching heat teasingly.

"i want to..." michael’s voice cracks, his knuckles white against the chair arms. he’s practically spilling out of his pajama pants now, unable to hide how turned on he is. his eyes are locked on yours through the window, the distance between your bedrooms feeling agonizingly vast. "i want to slide my hands up your thighs... cup you through your panties..."

"and then... then i’d want to pull your panties aside and feel you up directly," michael admits, his face flushed red with embarrassment and lust. he’s never been so dirty with anyone before, let alone over a phone call while looking at each other through windows.

hearing michael’s velvety—yet needy voice through the line drove you insane. “like this?” you question, a small smirk creeping onto your face as your manicured hand stooped inside your lace panties gently.

michael’s eyes widen as he watches your hand disappear under your panties, his breath hitching loudly. he can't believe what he's seeing, his own hand instinctively reaching down to grip himself through his pants. "y-yes... just like that," he pants, "let me see..."

you throw your head back in sheer pleasure, losing your mind and self respect. now you were on full display, propped up for michael to see and hear.

michael’s eyes are riveted to the sight of you pushing your legs up and spreading yourself open for him. he can see your fingers sliding in and out of you through the thin fabric of your panties, the wetness seeping through and glistening in the moonlight streaming through your window.

“is that all you want, michael?” you moan as you start to slowly circle your clit with your fingers, moaning softly as the sensation shoots through your body. your legs are pushed up high, giving michael a perfect view of your wet panties stretched tight over your pussy. you arch your back, pressing your hips forward, inviting him to watch. your soft moans echoing through the telephone line. “i see how hard you are.

"n-no fair," michael stammers out, his face flushing an even deeper red as you point out his obvious hard-on. he’s squirming in his seat, his hand still gripping himself through his pants. "i... i wanna do more than touch you," he admits, his voice barely a whisper. "i wanna..."

"i know what you wanna do, baby." you tease him gently, not taking your hand out of your panties. you can see how desperately he wants to touch himself properly. “you wanna jerk off while watching me, don't you?"

"damn..." michael groans, his hand moving faster, rubbing himself through the fabric of his pajama pants. he can see your fingers moving on your clit, the wetness glistening between your legs. he’s practically falling apart, his cock straining painfully against his waistband. “you’re so... why are you doing that? just to make me..."

“you love seeing me touch myself like this, don’t you michael?” you question. sliding two fingers inside yourself, moaning louder this time. your legs are shaking slightly as you finger yourself right in front of him. he can see every detail—the way your panties stretch around your fingers,the wet sounds, and how red and swollen you're getting.

"pull your panties aside," michael pleads, his voice trembling with need. he’s completely unhinged now, his hand moving frantically inside his pants as he watches you touch yourself through your soaked underwear. the moonlight illuminating your spread legs is driving him absolutely wild “i need to see..."

you slowly hook your fingers into the side of your panties, pulling the fabric aside to reveal your slick, swollen pussy to michael’s desperate gaze. your fingers immediately return to their previous position, sliding easily in and out of your entrance as you finger yourself slowly. "like this?" you tease, your voice breathy with pleasure.

michael lets out an actual whimper at the sight of your bare pussy being fingered right there in front of him. his pajama pants are completely tented now, his boxers soaked through with pre-cum as he furiously jacking himself off through them. "spread yourself wider.”

you use your free hand to spread your pussy lips open, giving michael an unobstructed view of your fingers pumping in and out of your hole. the wet sounds of your self-fucking fill the air, along with Michael's frantic pants and muffled grunts as he jerks himself off furiously through his pants.

"you know, michael," you moan softly, watching your fingers disappear inside yourself repeatedly, "you look so good jerking off like that." your voice drips with encouragement, watching his desperate hand move faster and faster inside his pajama pants. the sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric makes you curl your fingers inside yourself. “such a good boy... fucking yourself while watching me..."

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." michael chants under his breath, his hand moving so fast it's a blur inside his pants. your dirty words are pushing him to the edge of insanity. "you like seeing me jerk off? you like knowing i’m getting off on watching you finger yourself?"

"i’ve never seen anyone jerk off while watching me before," you admit breathlessly, your fingers picking up speed as you fuck yourself slowly but deeply. michael’s eyes are locked on your hand buried in your pussy, his own movements becoming more frantic and sloppy inside his pants.

suddenly, at your words, confidence overcame michael. "i wanna pull my cock out and jerk off right in front of you," michael confesses, his voice breaking with desperation, “i wanna come all over your pussy while you finger yourself. i wanna push your legs back and fuck you so hard..."

"i wanna spread your legs wide open and eat your pussy while you touch yourself," he continues, his hand moving even faster inside his pants. "i wanna suck on your fingers that are inside you right now. i wanna fucking taste you..."

"holy shit," you whisper, your fingers freezing inside your pussy as michael’s dirty confessions keep spilling out. you’ve never heard him like this before—so utterly unhinged and specific in his dirty talk. it turns you on so much that you actually praise him for it.

"you like that i’m getting specific, huh?" michael pants, his face contorting with lust as he realizes you're enjoying his dirty talk. he decides to keep pushing your buttons, getting even more explicit. "you wanna know what else i wanna do to you? really specific stuff?"

"tell me..." you bite your lip, your fingers starting to move again slowly inside yourself as you encourage michael to keep talking "tell me all the really specific things you wanna do to me right now." your voice is soft but demanding, wanting him to lose even more control.

"i wanna lick your clit in slow circles," michael begins, his voice dripping with saliva at the thought. "i wanna suck it into my mouth and flick it rapidly with my tongue. i wanna push two fingers inside you while eating you out - curling them upwards to hit that special spot inside."

"holy fuck..." you gasp, your fingers curling inside yourself as michael describes eating you out in such a detailed and skilled manner. you’re shocked that he knows so much about pleasuring a woman, but at the same time, you're getting incredibly close to coming just from listening to him.

"i wanna add a third finger and scissor them inside you," michael continues, his hand a blur inside his pants as he describes fingering you expertly. i wanna push my tongue deep inside your pussy and lick upwards, hitting your g-spot over and over again. and when you're right on the edge, i wanna..."

"...i wanna suck your clit hard until you scream and come all over my face," michael gets out his words, his voice ragged and desperate. your body trembles at his dirty knowledge, your walls clenching around your fingers at his explicit descriptions. you’re getting so close, your orgasm hovering just out of reach as he continues to talk dirty through your window. and when you come..."

"you know what?" you interrupt michael, trying to regain some control over the situation despite being so turned on. your fingers continue moving inside yourself, but your tone becomes more commanding. "you talk a big game for someone who's just jerking off through his pants."

"i’ve done my research," michael pants, not slowing down his frantic hand movements for a second. "i’ve watched videos, read stories, practiced on myself... i know exactly how to make a girl squirt, how to make her see stars." he’s being so unapologetically lewd and knowledgeable that it's clear he's thought about this extensively.

"i know where to put my fingers, how deep to go," michael continues, his voice low and confident. "i know how to eat pussy until a girl's legs shake. i know all the spots—the clit, the g-spot, even that little spot inside that makes girls scream."

"you sound like an expert, michael," you tease, a slow smirk forming on your lips despite the heat building in your body. “but you're all talk right now. still jerking off through your pants like a desperate virgin." you watch him carefully, trying to hide the way your own walls are clenching at his lewd confidence.

"all those videos, those stories, that research... i did it all because of you," michael voice breaks with vulnerability, his earlier confidence completely shattered. “i watched them imagining it was you moaning. i practiced techniques on my own body, thinking about how good it would feel to make YOU feel good." he looks completely broken open now, emotionally naked.

your breath catches in your throat, your fingers stuttering inside you at his confession. your walls clench hard around your digits as his words hit you - he's been fantasizing about your pussy, your moans, and you squirting. the tension builds dangerously low in your belly, your clit throbbing hard as he keeps talking. “every technique, every spot..."

every fucking thing i know is for YOU." just as he finishes his confession, your body finally gives in. you moan "michael!" loudly as you climax, your fingers buried deep inside you. the phone slips from your shaking hand, clattering to the chair as muffled moans escape your lips.

"oh my god, are you... are you coming?" michael’s voice is shocked and amazed as he hears your muffled moans and the sound of the phone dropping. his own hand starts moving faster inside his pants at the realization that his dirty talk just made you cum. “fuck, wait..."

as he stands up, his pants drop to the floor, revealing his large, hard cock standing at attention. it’s big—long and thick, pre-cum glistening at the tip as he starts to stroke himself rapidly. "k-keep going, i need you to cum with me."

despite having just reached orgasm, your body trembles violently. your hand unconsciously moves back to your clit, your fingers working through the aftershocks as you try to stay composed. but you're too deep in sensation. your face is flushed, your lips parted as you try to swallow your moans. "f-fuck, michael..." your lips form the word silently.

"you don't stop, do you?" michael groans, stroking his thick cock faster as he watches you through the window with hungry eyes. "look at you, touching yourself right after coming... good girl." his voice drops low, commanding. “don’t you dare stop—keep fingering yourself while stroke myself, mama.”

“it feels too damn good baby.” you moan out, facial expression displaying ecstasy as your head was thrown back against the chair. “since you know it all… tell me how to squirt.” you demanded, biting your lip at the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

"first, you gotta relax," michael explains, his cock twitching at the anticipation. "stop fighting it. let yourself feel everything." his voice grows deeper, more authoritative. "second, you need to put your fingers inside yourself... and not just the first few—get deeper." his hand starts moving again. “you feel that spot on your front wall?"

you nod your head at his words, doing exactly what he says. "yeah, the one that makes you feel like you gotta pee—don't worry, that's your g-spot." michael’s breathing grows heavier as he imagines your fingers pressing against that sensitive spot. “now, curl your fingers like you're making a 'come here' motion."

you follow his instructions, your fingers sliding deep inside yourself. you curl them up, pressing against that spot that makes your eyes roll back slightly. a soft moan escapes your lips as you start to move them in and out slowly. “m-michael... it feels weird..." you whisper into the phone.

"perfect, keep doing that," michael praises, his own hand flying over his length as he watches your silhouette through the window. “now, add some pressure with your palm against your clit. rub it in circles while you finger your g-spot." his voice is strained with desire.

as you add pressure to your clit, a jolt of pleasure shoots through your body. your legs start to shake slightly as you continue to finger yourself deeply. "oh my god... michael, something's happening..." you whimper into the phone, your breaths growing quicker.

"you’re doing so good... keep going... your fingers are hitting that spot perfectly..." michael’s voice is a mix of instructions and his own moans. he’s close, his hand moving faster as he watches you. "spread your legs wider... yeah like that... now fuck yourself deeper on those fingers."

"ahh... it feels like... like i might... wet myself..." your face contorts with effort and intense pleasure as you follow his instructions perfectly. "m-michael... what's happening?" your body tenses, the sensation building rapidly toward a peak unlike anything you've felt before.

"feel that building pressure? like your bladder's about to burst?" michael whimpers, his cock throbbing hard as he watches your legs spread wider. "don’t fight it—that's the squirt building. keep rubbing your clit... faster... harder... and curl those fingers harder on that spot." he moans loudly, his hips jerking forward.

"i’m... i’m almost there, michael—" your moans get louder, needier, your body shaking violently as you curl your fingers against that spongy spot while your palm grinds your clit. "it’s building so much... i can't... i can't hold it back..." your walls clench around your fingers, your thighs pressing together with desperate tension.

"you’re gonna squirt, baby... just keep doing what you're doing." michael’s voice is hoarse with lust as he watches your body tense up. his own body is shaking with the need to cum as he jerks himself off faster. "put more pressure on your clit..."

"fuck!" you whimper as your body suddenly gives in, hot liquid gushing out of you as you squirt hard, soaking your hand and the chair. at the exact same moment, michael groans loudly, his cock exploding as he cums hard, cum splattering everywhere. the synchronization is perfect—your climax and his orgasm hitting at the same time. “shit!"

"no no no, keep going! don’t stop!" michael nearly demands through the phone, his hand still moving furiously over his cum-covered cock as he watches your body convulse with pleasure. “keep squirting, mama! keep those fingers inside you and keep that beautiful wetness flowing!”

"you got more in you, i know you do—i can see you still twitching, still squirting a little bit..." michael whines, stroking himself through the cum, his voice desperate. "don’t stop now, you just got started—keep rubbing that clit, keep curling those fingers. let it all out, mama, every fucking drop."

another powerful orgasm hits her, this one even more intense than the first. she covers her mouth to stifle the scream, her body arching back as she squirts again, the liquid soaking into her clothes and running down her legs. tears stream down her face from the overwhelming pleasure.

"shh, shh, easy now... you did so good..." michaels voice softens as he watches you break down in intense pleasure, his own hand slowing to gentle strokes as he catches his breath. "just breathe through it, mama... let the aftershocks run their course."

michael watches through the window as your body shudders uncontrollably, your fingers still moving in slow circles on your sensitive clit. your whole body trembles with aftershocks, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as soft whimpers escape your lips. "that’s it, keep rubbing gently... don't stop now, you're still twitching so pretty for me..."

michael hand moves in slow, deliberate strokes as he watches you fall apart beautifully. his voice is a soothing murmur. "look at you, shaking like that... you took it so well, mama. just keep those fingers moving nice and slow now. feel every little bit, baby.

"m-michael... it's so... so sensitive..." your voice is shaky as you speak through your tears, your fingers slowing to gentle brushes against your clit. “i can still feel it pulsing... oh god, it's like it's never gonna stop..."

"you asked for it, mama... you wanted me to make you squirt like this... and fuck, look at you—you're doing it again." michael’s voice drops lower as he watches another small squirting orgasm hit you unexpectedly. "keep talking, keep rubbing..."

"just let go, baby... feel it all over your sensitive little pussy... and then squeeze those fingers together and squirt all over your chair for me... while i fucking cum all over myself just watching you." michael’s voice is thick with desire as he watches you squirm and whimper.

your body arches sharply as another powerful squirt hits you, liquid gushing out and soaking your chair once more. at the exact same moment, michael’s legs go weak, falling back in his seat, arching his back, a loud groan escaping him as he cums again, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto his stomach.

"...you... fuck..." michael breathes heavily into the phone, his chest heaving as he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. he can hear your heavy breathing on the other end, knowing you're equally exhausted and sensitive. "...did i break you, mama?"

"mm... i think you did..." your voice is weak and breathless, your fingers finally still but still resting against your dripping, sensitive pussy. your whole body feels like jelly, every nerve ending singing with aftershocks. "michael... i.. i just... squirted so much...i’m completely soaked..." you whimper softly.

"yeah... me too... i’m a fucking mess right now..." michael’s voice is hoarse, trying to regain some semblance of normal conversation. "we’re both covered... i’m covered in... well... you know." he pauses, struggling to find words. “may—maybe we should both go get cleaned up."

you chuckle softly, your voice tired but playful. “goodnight, michael... i think i’ll be sleeping very peacefully tonight... thanks for... helping me out with that." you pause, then add with a small smile, “yeah... maybe i’ll call you by accident more often."

michael smiles to himself, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the filthy things that just happened. "yeah... maybe you will." he pauses, his voice softening. “sweet dreams, mama. sleep well... you earned it tonight." your voice is barely a whisper. "goodnight, michael." you hear him exhale before the line goes dead.

you ride michael's slutty little thigh belt on the way to the white house

requested by @sophisanmjlover

── .✦

the soft hum of the limousine's engine filled the back of the car, muffling the busy washington streets outside. up front, the privacy partition had been rolled all the way up, sealing the two of you into a quiet world of your own. 

michael sat back against the dark seats, looking so unfair as the car made its way toward the white house. he was the guest of honour today, personally invited by the president to receive the "artist of the decade" award, an achievement that had the whole city buzzing. when he had asked you to come along as his official date for the ceremony, you had been thrilled — but right now, the historic nature of the afternoon was the furthest thing from your mind.

your focus was entirely on him and his outfit. he was wearing a heavy black military jacket covered in dense, intricate braiding across his chest, with sharp red accents at his cuffs and waist. two bright red leather belts were slung low and angled across his hips, but your eyes kept dropping lower, completely fixated on the single black leather strap buckled high around his left thigh.

“Mmh, baby m’so proud of you.” You breathe heavily. Michael’s breath hitches, face heating up as he stare at you. “Y-yeah?” His voice close to a whimper.

Michael received an honorary doctorate today for his contributions to the black education system. Oh you loved him so so much, he was so caring.

That’s why you were riding him right now to let him know just how much you appreciate him.

You lean down, moaning into his mouth as you roll your hips, giving him all of you. He moans into your mouth, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips.

“Hmnh-“ he whimpers, brows furrowed and biting his lip as he runs his hands over your curves. “Love you so much..” he expresses, big doe eyes on yours.

“I love you too baby,” you hum, sitting up and pressing your hands against his chest. “You make me so proud,” you praise.

He whines in adoration, staring up at you like he was gonna melt.

“You do everything for everybody..so handsome..” you moan, rolling your hips slow. Causing him to throw his head back and grip your hips tighter with those big hands of his.

“You’re so caring Michael. So sweet, and an even sweeter soul. Y’know that Mikey?” You ask breathlessly as you tilt your head.

Tears prick his eyes from how good he feels, nodding vastly. “Yes…yes, yes, I know, I swear I know,” He cries, still focused on you. His baby. His lady. All his to love on him.

“Oh my gosh.” He groans with a cry, throwing his head back harshly as his eyes practically roll to the back of his head. He tries to suppress a whimper, but ultimately fails miserably as he moans, sending a few thrust up into your pulsing cunt til your finishing right with him.

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high, collapsing against him.

After a few moments, you lift your head. Arms crossed underneath your head as you look down at him. “Congratulations ‘graduate’.” You giggle, tracing patterns on his chest.

He sits up ever so slightly, pecking your forehead with a worn out smile. “Thank you mama. I really appreciate that.”

You peck his lips a few times before he’s got a sly grin on his face and his cheeks are real high, an idea coming to him.

“Since you’re so proud of me…you wanna ride me again?” He suggests.

“Just a thought.” He quickly defends as you stare at him with a blank expression.

A/N: idea randomly came to my head, but I love this video of him sm you guys don’t understand.

⋆˙⟡⋆✿ Michael LOVES fucking you in risky places don’t even get me started. No matter where he is, who’s around, he struggles to resist the temptation of pushing you against a wall while hiking one of your legs up, in dire need to show you how hard you make him when you’re barely doing anything besides sitting looking pretty as his girl.

It could be the night of the Grammy Awards, People from all different celeb tiers who seek for Michael’s attention to either congratulate him on being a nominee when it’s no shocker to anybody, or to discuss potential collabs to boost their music career path.

Little do they know that he’s currently thrusting himself into you in an unoccupied space of the venue, yet still close enough to the event where distant chatters falls upon both your ears. How you decide to wear a dress he picked out for you months ago, not having a chance to wear it out until now. It drove him completely insane with how well it didn’t miss a single curve of yours to hug.

“Oh fuck, Michael, please..!” You don’t know what exactly you’re begging for, too cock-drunk to be coherent. He didn’t care, as his cock throbs in preparation to spill into you, drugged on the way your cunt clenches with each drag.

“The second we’re done—shit— you’re gonna go out there and greet all those people, with your cunt leaking full of me. Nobody will know but me, how you’re squeezing me so tight like you don’t ever want me to leave.”

God, it was too much. The high adrenaline coursing through your veins at the possibility of getting caught, it heightens both of your guys’ pleasure. On top of that, the way he’s speaking to you so filthy in contrast to his soft velvet voice, you’re certain it’s the wine talking. You’ll make sure to keep him sipping on that throughout the rest of the night.

The fat head of his cock starts to hit inside you perfectly with the way he angles your leg up a little higher, now deeper than ever before. A loud cry rips out your throat before you could even think to hold it back, his large palm quickly coming up to cover your mouth.

“Shit girl, you want everyone to know how good I’m fucking you, huh? You don’t care if people see you going dumb over my cock?”

No, no you don’t, and he knows that, too. So he picks up his pace, skins slapping harsher together, muffled noises being spewed into his warm hand.

— SUMMARY: Michael is an eater.

— WARNINGS: sub!mike, bratty!mike, dubcon if you close your eyes, somnophilia, objectification, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of edging, overstimulation, power play, manipulation tactics, use of ma’am & daddy (nobody’s shocked atp), use of mama (he said it irl y’all cmon), manhandling, lil hair pulling, needy reader, reader’s kinda a pushover. reader is black but there aren’t any descriptive details, everyone enjoy! not proofread!

— WC: 4.3k

— AN: Uh. Wrote half of this while cross faded. Otw mike, you are so dear to me.

what if thriller michael lets you love his fresh stache in the most proper and considerate way? 18+

“y’really think i look good ma?” your eyes gleaming at the sight of michael’s freshly shaved face, only leaving him with a small stache over his pretty lips. “perfect. just perfect.” his smile growing as he continues to watch you bite the corner of your lip subconsciously, never leaving your eyes off his stache. “c’mere baby show me how perfect it is?”

your legs trembling at the immense feeling you were receiving at the generous laps of michael’s tongue over your hot wet hole. “mmngh lil’ bit— more—mama” michael’s voice shakes from below as his hand grips tighter over your thighs, enjoying every single drop of you.

“m-michael please i nee-need..stop stop stop” your voice huffing out in an exasperated breath at your words ending from a sudden cry. except you didn’t receive a verbal response back from michael. instead, his hands slide from your thighs to your hips soon pushing your lower body even more down and over his mouth. just a bit more to practically cover his face with your delicious pussy.

michael’s fresh new stache slightly prickling in a good way as your clit continues to come in contact with it—soon letting more cries to echo through the room at the pleasurable feeling increasing even more. “jus’ like that mama. good job keep going pretty.” his voice still vibrating on your core as your slickness begins to soak his stache and lips. only driving michael to tongue fuck and eat you out more ferociously than before.

michael continues praising you as your hips now guide its own path with your movements interchanging from circular to swaying patterns.

“atta girl keep on going.”

“you’re doin’ so well for me mama go on.”

“so so perfect baby. so good for me.”

“show me how much you love it pretty. fuck yourself on me.”

“so wet and dirty baby look at your mess mama ahh.”

his hands still clinging on your skin as he’s still eating you like your life depends on it. “whatever you want ma. take it take it—there y’go baby that’s it.” softly as his voice is semi-unrecognizable by the weight of your pussy over his face.

michael was obsessed, to say the least. 3 orgasms and his tongue still overlapping your clit and sucking on the bud, soon sending you once again completely over the edge. your hands flying towards the closest thing you could grab, his hair. “fuck fuck fuck i really c-cant-“ your pleads growing in desperation as michael continues his work—knowing you were losing your mind, while groaning softly at the feeling of your fingers curling into his roots.

bad!michael jackson

summary: michael insisted you come with him on the first leg of the bad world tour. he just couldn’t spend that much time away from the lady of his life. you agreed but, what you didn’t realize was how turned on you would get from him showing off his new stage outfit; especially over a belt buckle.

warning: 18+(MDNI). smut with little bit of plot. loads of pet names. praise kink if you squint. mentions of choking.

a/n: my second fic and it’s a smut?! i told y’all i’ve been thinking about that damn belt buckle. hopefully this is good, i’ve never written smut before so bear with me. pls comment if you have any critiques or if it is good. thank you lovelies, mwah

˚♪ 𝄞 𝓂𝑖𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑒𝓁 𝒿. 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝓇

૮. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑀𝑖𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦. ྀིა

𝓪/𝓷: based on this request

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: established relationship, somnophilia elements, cnc (? idkkk), dom mike, sub reader, implied chubby/curvy reader, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, lotssss of dirty talk

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟒.𝟏𝓀

𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈: navigation | masterlist

(18+ ,thrad era) boyfriend!michael | ･ﾟﾟ･｡

wc: 590

warnings : smut, 18+, fingering, orgasm, using words like mama,baby etc, praising, (just fucking disgusting atp i don’t even know wtf i just wrote.)

“there you go..” your boyfriend praised you again for at least the fifth time,making your legs shake even more than they already were.you let out a soft moan when you felt his middle finger circle your clit again.you lifted your head from your lying position to look at the floor,seeing your thong and your pants which michael had taken off earlier.

michael noticed.he always did.he grabbed your neck,not chocking,just grabbing gently and pushing your head back down into the pillows with ease.

“relax,angel.let me make you feel good,yeah?do i make you feel good?”

you let out a soft whimper without realizing it,his warm and long fingers around your neck,now brushing your jaw.you didn’t answer his question which made him tighten his fingers around your neck a little,his thumb touching your chin.

“answer me mama.” he said lowly,his other hand still working on your clit and doing slow circles.

“y-yeah you do..” you felt him add another finger,making your back arch off the mattress.your head leaned back even more.your eyes rolled back till they fluttered shut.you spread your legs wider without even realizing it.you couldn’t help but open your mouth in pleasure,but nothing came out.

“don’t do that.” his middle finger hit your g-spot which made you let out a moan. “wanna hear you. wanna hear you moaning for me. wanna hear how good my fingers make my girl feel.” his mouth was now dangerously close to your face,making your cheeks heat up as you throwed your head back even more.

“m-michael fuck..” he smiled when he heard the sounds come out not only of your mouth but your pussy.you felt your walls tightening,signaling that you were about to finish.

“relax and take it angel” he whispered against your ear before connecting his lips with your own.his fingers moved with ease,pumping in and out of you now,his slick fingers moving through your wet and slick folds. ”yeah,yeah..just like that..you’re doing so good. look so pretty for me.”

you felt your release approaching closer and closer,making your back arch off the mattress.a loud moan escaped your throat.

“m-michael i’m gonna-shiiiitttt..” you couldn’t even finish speaking because he only started pumping his fingers in and out faster,wanting for you to chase the feeling you wanted the most.tears started forming in your eyes as he talked you through your orgasm.when you finally came with a loud cry he circled his fingers slowly inside you,letting you hold onto that feeling a little longer.

“you did so good for me.” you basically felt his horniness through his voice,knowing this wasn’t over.he slowly pulled his ring and middle finger out of you,and licked them clean.the next thing you felt were both of his hands on your bare stomach,caressing you up and down,trying to soothe you as you tried to catch your breath.

“thank you..” you managed to say,finally releasing your grip from the bedsheets you were gripping the whole time.

“for what baby? making you cum? making you feel good? my pleasure.”

he teased with a smile,his hands wandering higher to your breasts, caressing them.he leaned down to capture your lips with his own.thats when you felt it.his hardness against your bare stomach, making you let out a breath.you sat up slightly, with your arms wrapped around his neck, still kissing him when you let one hand wander down to his pants.he didn’t expect the sudden contact and whimpered into the kiss.

“careful..” he looked down at his pants,seeing his hardness and feeling his cock twitch in his pants as you placed your hand there.

“let me help you baby…” you whispered against his lips as you started to unbutton his pants.

A/N: okay guys i actually don’t know what to think of this(first post kinda nervous..)don’t sue me lmfao there’s still MORE to come.also why is michael’s trad era SO underrated?😭