INEED$KRILLA.

michael’s curiousness about belly button piercings gets him some pussy.

18+ sexually explicit content, age gap ( reader is 25 michael is 40) spit play, no protection, foul language, oral sex ( f!m receiving) and bunch of other shit 🙏🏾.

inspired by this viral tweet. don’t be mean to me writing smut is lowkey hard 😔✌🏾.

you stood in the sweltering crowd, your neck glistened with drops of perspiration, a testament to the hours you had spent waiting in line. the anticipation was almost unbearable as you waited for your turn to meet the legendary michael jackson and have him sign your prized copy of his new album, invincible. you couldn't believe you were actually here, about to meet the one and only king of pop, the greatest entertainer of all time. your heart raced with excitement as you watched five people ahead of you, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

“ i can't fucking believe this,” you whispered excitedly to yourself, your cd clutched tightly to your chest. as the last person ahead of you went, your heart raced as you realized it was finally your turn.

“next up,” the security guard called out, and you felt your stomach drop as you tried to remain calm and collected. there he was, sitting right in front of you - the man you had admired from afar for so long. "hi! what's your name?" michael asked casually, as he signed the cd you had placed in front of him.

"i-i'm y/n," you stammered nervously, unable to believe that this was really happening.

"what a beautiful name," he remarked, looking up at you and pausing for a moment.

"what's that?" he asked, pointing to the dangling piece of metal hanging from your navel. "oh, ugh, it's a belly button piercing," you explained, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

"wow, well how does it work? can i see?" michael inquired, a genuine curiosity in his voice. you walked closer to the table, lifting your crop top slightly to expose your stomach and give him a better view.

the piercing glinted under the bright lights, a small but noticeable addition to your appearance. it was a birthday gift to yourself, a bold move to mark your 25th year of life. as he looked at it, his curious eyes flickered up to meet yours.

"does it hurt?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the piercing. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"not anymore. i got it done months ago for my birthday," you replied, a sense of pride in your voice.

"ah, well happy belated," he commented, and you smiled, thanking him for the kind words. this was your chance, your one shot at getting a hug from the legendary michael jackson. you had just had a conversation with him, and he had noticed your piercing. you might as well take a chance, right? just as you lifted your arms to ask, his security stepped in, ready to whisk you away.

but then, something miraculous happened. michael stopped them, a warm smile on his face. "yes, of course you can get a hug," he said, getting up from his seat and walking around the table to greet you.

your heart was racing as his arms enveloped you, pulling you in for a long and sensual hug. his hands gently caressed your back, and you couldn't help but take in his intoxicating scent. in that moment, you wanted to pass out in his arms, but you knew you had to hold it together and not embarrass yourself. this was a moment you would never forget, a dream come true.

security soon intervened and your embrace with michael came to an abrupt halt. with a heavy heart, you bid him farewell and tried to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.

as you were escorted away, you caught a glimpse of michael gazing at you, his lips moving in a whisper to his security. though you didn't think much of it at the time, as you were about to exit the bustling building, you suddenly heard security calling after you.

your heart skipped a beat as you were momentarily frightened, but soon realized they were simply relaying a message from michael. "excuse me, ma'am," they called out, "mr. jackson has requested if you have a telephone. he would like to have your number." you were taken aback and at a loss for words.

"um, yes, of course," you managed to reply, quickly reciting your number as the security guard jotted it down.

you were in utter disbelief. meeting your idol and getting to hug him was already a dream come true. but now, finding out that he wanted your phone number? it was like a fairytale unfolding right before your eyes. you took the train home that evening, your mind was buzzing with the possibility of receiving a call from michael himself. you couldn't help but share your experience with your friends, but you kept the part about the phone number to yourself, savoring the secret like a delicious treat.

weeks passed and life went on, until one day while tidying up your house, a familiar ringtone echoed through the room. your heart rate spiked a bit, not expecting any calls at the moment. you hesitantly pressed the phone to your ear. "hello?" you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

"hi y/n, this is michael," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. you couldn't believe it. your phone slipped from your grasp, and you stood frozen and dumbfounded. "no fucking way," you breathed out, hardly able to contain your excitement.

as you slowly came back to reality, you frantically reached for your phone that had fallen to the floor. "hello? hello? y/n, are you still there?" michael's voice sounded confused on the other end.

"i'm so sorry, yes, i'm still here!" you replied, trying to catch your breath. "wow, i wasn't expecting a call from you."

michael chuckled, "yeah, i do apologize for not calling sooner. i've been very busy this week, but you've been on my mind."

"no, you're fine. i'm glad you're calling now. i just still can't believe it's you," you said, pacing the floor in disbelief.

michael laughed, "yeah, well, i was just calling because... well, i think you're very pretty. and i'm performing at madison square garden, and i'd love to see you after the show."

your entire being was filled with excitement, bubbling up inside of you like a volcano ready to erupt. but you had to keep your composure, at least until he was off the phone. you couldn't reveal how ecstatic you were to hear his words. "yes, yes, i'd love to come out and support you, michael." your voice was calm and collected, but inside, everything in you wanted to scream and run laps around the room.

"good, i'd really love to see you again. maybe we can talk some more or do whatever you like." his words sent your heart soaring, and you did a silent open mouth cheer.

with plans set, you both agreed to meet after the show and hung up the phone. as soon as the call ended, you let out a loud squeal, jumping up and down and dancing in pure joy. michael thinks you’re pretty and he wants to see you. how lucky.

it was the night of the highly anticipated show, and you arrived dressed to impress. your hair styled in a wash and go set, your turquoise ja'dior crop top and low rise jeans on, you looked and felt your best. the show was nothing short of spectacular, with surprise appearances from legends like whitney houston, usher, destiny's child, mya, luther vandross and many more, all gathered to honor to michael jackson. the highlight of the night was when michael and his brothers took the stage for a nostalgic performance, and ending with chris tucker joining in on the fun for his latest song “you rock my world”. as the show ended, you couldn't contain your excitement to meet michael and commend him on his stellar performance.

his security led you to his dressing room, where he greeted you with a smile, a towel draped over his shoulders and orange juice in hand. with a nod, he instructed his security to leave the two of you alone. "michael, oh my god, you were incredible! the show was perfection," you gushed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"do you really mean that?" he asked, a bashful smile across his face.

“1000% everything was amazing.” you raved, a smile spreading across your face as you pulled away from his embrace.

“i’m really glad you enjoyed the show, you look very beautiful tonight.” he complimented as he gestured to your appearance. your cheeks warmed as you looked down, suddenly shy and blushing. you thanked him for his kind words, and he continued to praise you. "i truly mean it, your skin, your hair, you are truly stunning," he said, his eyes fixed on you as if he couldn't believe his luck. if you could melt into a puddle, you would have at that moment. "you're quite handsome yourself," you replied, returning the compliment and causing him to get shy in return.

you too sat together on the couch in his dressing room, the conversation flowing effortlessly. you were both learning more about each other, learning things about him that weren't already in the press. it was refreshing to have a genuine connection with him, and you couldn't believe your luck that you were actually having a conversation with him. pinching yourself wouldn't even be enough to make you believe it was real.

“i see you've changed your jewelry,” he remarked, his gaze dropping to your belly piercing. you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, looking down at the small glinting gem peeking out from your shirt. “yeah, i wanted to switch things up.”

his eyes lingered on the piercing, a look of confusion mixed with intrigue on his face. “i like it, it's very sexy on you,” he said, still trying to understand it. “but i'm still a bit confused about it. can you explain it to me more?”

feeling a bit shy, you laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “thank you, and um, well, it's not as complicated as it may seem. they just use a long needle to puncture your skin and then attach a bar to it. then they pull the needle through and add the jewelry, and voila, you're done.”

"hmm," he mused, his fingers lightly hovering the piercing. "can i touch it?"

you hesitated for a moment, feeling a slight thrill run through you at the thought of his hands on your body. "sure, go ahead," you finally said, lifting your shirt to give him better access.

his hand gently touched your navel, lifting the jewelry up in his fingers. despite his innocent tone, the gesture felt wildly intimate, sending a shiver down your spine and making the space between your thighs tingle.

"wow, this is truly something," he exclaimed, marveling at the intricate design of the jewelry with his fingers. "i can only imagine how much your boyfriend must love this," he half-joked.

"i don't have a boyfriend," you corrected, "this is just a little something i treated myself to for turning 25."

"even better," he replied, looking back up at you with a sly grin. the energy in the room shifted, becoming charged with a palpable tension. your body heated up at the feeling of his hands, now gently tracing along your navel. it seemed as though he was testing the limits, but you were more than willing to let him explore wherever he pleased. your clit twitched in anticipation, aching for his touch.

"you know, you’re not fooling me," you stated boldly, catching on to his little act. "you don't have to act curious just to touch me." a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you spoke. "i mean, i would have let you anyway."

michael chuckled and bit his lip, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. "and where would you let me touch you?" his hand slid down your stomach during his statement, stopping at the waistband of your low rise jeans.

the arousal pooling between your legs grew more prominent with each passing moment, causing your lip to catch between your teeth as you took a deep breath. the surreal reality of the situation was almost too much for you to bear. “wherever you want to touch me.” you breathed giving him leadway.

his finger slipped through the belt loop of your jeans, drawing you closer with a gentle tug. In a matter of seconds, you found your faces inches away from each other, no space left between y’all. your lips hovered, almost teasingly, before finally melding together in a sensual and passionate kiss. as his hands roamed over your waist, you couldn't help but melt into his touch, your arms instinctively crossing over his shoulders.

he gently laid you back onto the couch, his body nimbly evading the space between your legs. his hands went up your shirt, exploring the expanse of your skin before you lifted your arms to help him remove your top. the discarded garment landing haphazardly across the room. he broke the kiss his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth, down to your neck, and finally resting on the swell of your breast. "you're gorgeous, absolutely perfect," he murmured, his words laced with admiration. his kisses continued their journey, trailing from your breast to your stomach, and finally lingering on your navel. his tongue playfully danced around your piercing, before leaving a kiss there. "oh michael," you whimpered the feeling new but surprisingly felt good.

finally, he played with the button of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping to reveal the sight of your lacy panties. he slowly rolled down your denim, exposing your damp underwear in a long, teasing strip. the wetness from your arousal leaving a glistening trail on your inner thigh as you were now fully exposed.

you kicked the fabric off your ankles, another piece of clothing discarded in your growing desire.

"she’s so precious," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of your glistening folds. "you're so pretty, and so wet for me, hmm?" with two fingers, he gently circled your sensitive clit, eliciting a silent gasp from your lips.

"oh god, so fucking wet for you," you moaned, your breath hitching as his fingers stirred around your pussy, creating a deliciously squelchy sound.

"can i taste you? pretty please," he asked, placing your legs over his shoulder while kissing and licking your inner thighs. you looked down at him, your eyes filled with desire. did he even have to ask? without hesitation, you quickly said yes, your body aching for him to finally kiss where you wanted him to. he held back from licking your clit, instead opting to suck on it gently. the steady suction made your toes curl and your fingers fist into his dark wavy hair.

michael hummed contentedly as your hands gently tugged at his hair, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as if he were savoring something divine. he stayed there for long, lazy minutes, just sucking on your clit with a slow and gentle motion, like it was the most delicious jolly rancher. every so often, he'd add a soft swirl of his tongue, but always returned to that perfect, mind-melting suction. as your back arched off the couch and your eyes rolled back, you moaned, feeling that familiar, visceral sensation building in your gut.

"oh michael, please baby, i'm gonna cum," you pleaded, unable to contain the pleasure any longer.

"cum for me, pretty girl. god, you taste so sweet," he groaned, his muffled voice sending shivers down your spine. your thighs shook and your hips bucked as he devoured you like a delicious ice cream cone, your essence melting all over his lips. "fuck, baby, i'm cumming," you cried out, gripping the back of his head as you reached your peak.

his hunger still not satisfied he continued to ravish you through your orgasm. in fact, he sucked harder, his large hand pressing against your stomach to keep you in place as your body tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure. "baby, please-" you whimpered and pleaded, but it was evident that he would not stop until he had his fill. tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

incoherent pleas escaped your lip, your body quivering uncontrollably. michael's hand gently caressed your stomach, while your own hand gripped his tightly. the lewd, wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy and his soft moans as he rubbed his evident hard-on against the couch filled the air, showing just how much he was also enjoying this. as your climax overtook you, a choked squeal escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back in your head, so far it felt like you saw your brain.

"please, daddy, no more," you begged, your hand pushing against his head. he just looked up at you and smiled, his lips glistening with your juices as he began to lick them off.

exhausted and flushed, you sank into the soft cushions of the couch armrest, trying to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. your body was still tingling with the intense sensations that had just overwhelmed you. michael crawled up your body, hovering above you and gently gripped your chin, silently instructing you to open your mouth. without hesitation, you eagerly complied, extending your tongue as he spat into your mouth. the salty taste of yourself mixed with his saliva, tantalizing your taste buds.

you swallowed it all, wanting to savor every part of it. finally, he pressed his lips against yours, the kiss hot and sloppy.

“god i’ve been wanting to do this since i laid eyes on you. you make me wanna do things i never do.” he confessed. “i just wanna feel you baby, be inside you.” he whispered in your ear before leaving a kiss there.

he reached down, and you hear him fumbled with his belt and unzip his pants. “can i feel you darling?” he rhetorically asked, his eyes pleading for your consent.

kicking off his pants, he pressed his hardened and thick member against your thigh.

“yes” you whimpered.

he positioned himself at the entrance, teasingly gliding his throbbing member between your slick folds, eliciting a gasp from you as your arousal coated him. with a low groan, he finally entered you, the sensation of his hot length sinking into you causing you both to curse and moan in unison. "god we fit perfectly," he whispered, his hips moving slowly as he stretched you inch by inch, your walls clenching around him in a deliciously tight grip. you closed your eyes and ran your hands over his back, feeling the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips. suddenly, he hooked his arm under your leg and pulled it up to your chest, angling himself deeper inside you and hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "you're doing so well, sweetheart," he praised, his hand gently brushing your damp curls as he watched you with adoration.

you looked so beautiful to him in this state, your makeup smudged, your curls disheveled and sticking to your face, and the slight pout on your lips. he could cum just looking at you. never in a million years would you have imagined yourself backstage, getting slowly fucked by michael jackson after his show. but here you were, and you couldn't complain about the experience.

his pace quickens , and you let out a whimper as michael bottoms out, his fat dick hitting your cervix with perfect precision. the old, worn couch beneath you damp from the wetness dripping from your pussy.

"fucck it feels so good," you cried, your body already sensitive from his previous ministrations. michael's free hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy.

"i know, baby. i know. you wanna cum, huh?" his words only make you moan louder as he continues to fuck you senseless. "you're such a good girl, cum for me mama i wanna feel it," he groans, biting his lip in pleasure. and just like that, the intense feeling washes over you again, your legs shaking as you babble incoherently, completely drunk off his dick.

he smirks, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches you writhe beneath him. "that’s it baby, let it all out. show me how good i make you feel.”

your eyes roll back, a fucked out expression on your face as you release, your cream soaking and saturating his dick. michael's own release is triggered by feeling you clench and pulsate around him, his dick twitching inside you. he gives you three hard strokes through your orgasm, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. some spurts even shooting your belly piercing, covering the dainty gem.

"fuck," he groans, collapsing on top of you, his body spent. "you're amazing," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "thank you for letting me have you." you smile, completely satisfied and content in his arms. you truly just had the best night of your life.