݁ 𐔌 IT'S JUST DESIRE ۶ৎ michael jackson.
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𝓼ynopsis ׁ ᛝ michael and you share your first intimate moment ever together—but at what cost, exactly? movie night at havenhurst, and janet drifts quietly to sleep beside you. do you & him still pull forward with the perversion? well, of course!
𓈒 ݁ ݂ 𝓉he television set buzzed with music and liveliness, the animated characters reciting gorgeous melodies with a mix of small choreography to even it all out. you, janet, and michael had all sat down for the night to have a tiny disney movie marathon. the three of you started with the first princess, michael singing along to most of the tunes snow white had to offer. janet and you became his background vocalists, everyone clapping at the end as if you were present at some sort of theater production. next up was bambi—which made you all cry, naturally.
michael mostly enjoyed the watching experience with the two of you for bambi, mostly because you kept cuddling up to him whenever you'd get upset for the 2D animals. your grip would hang tight around his arm as you frowned from the scenes, michael's stomach swelling up with butterflies.
a few more hours had passed, and it seemed as if the movies were becoming longer and longer each & every time. the current film that was alice in wonderland. the colorful yet eerie animation lit up the dark living room, the colors reflecting and illuminating the atmosphere with bright and saturated hues. you looked over at janet, only to find her completely knocked out—her softly shut eyes tagging alongside her slow breathing.
"looks like jan couldn't handle anymore disney mayhem." you whispered, smiling at your sleeping best friend. michael lifted his head from his knuckles to glance over as well, giggling quietly at the scene.
you giggled as well, turning your attention back to the television. after a few minutes of silence following the 'giggling at janet' session, michael began drifting into some deep thinking. he wondered if now could be the perfect timing to make a move, since he had been waiting eagerly for such a moment to fall into his life. he looked out the corner of his eye at you, your face being lit up by the ephemeral scenes of craziness. he kept his limited sight on you and your body language, holding his breath as he began to shift. you and michael had been sharing a blanket the entirety of the night, him trying out of utmost respect not to do anything to create an awkward or uncomfortable experience.
he moved his hand down, heavily breathing as it grazed against your plump thigh. you jumped slightly, his touch tickling your skin softly. you smiled to yourself, letting your hand reach down to find his. you linked your fingers with his, michael's hand taking a delayed second to respond with the same action. michael's eyes shot down at the spot in blanket where your hands now lay intertwined. michael was clearly getting hot and bothered, your mind telling you to ignore his awkward mess as much as you could. but, it was undeniably hard. you never told anyone, but you secretly had feelings for michael. and little did you know, he felt the exact same way—maybe even a little more due to his perverted tendencies.
he never thought this day would come, truly believing his silly crush was going to continue being one-sided as he masturbated his life away. he presumed you were totally unobtainable—i mean, hello, you were his sisters best friend. he didn't want to make anything awkward between the three of you, especially not with his own sibling.
but that was all going to change now. it was like your touch gave him that reassurance he'd always longed for about his feelings. he looked up at you directly, gulping hardly from his nerves. you saw his gaze using your peripheral vision, turning your head as well to meet his eyes. you watched as he gulped, swearing in your mind he didn't even blink a single time while locked on your stare. you smiled, your look softening to sort of signal he didn't need to be so skittish. michael's anxious shoulders slowly fell down, his frightened expression slowly shifting into a soft grin.
"i- uhm, sorry i hope i didn't-" michael began, his stuttering sentence being quickly cutoff by your lips. he didn't have time to react whatsoever, his hand squeezing yours underneath the blanket. you brought your free hand up to cup his face, pulling him closer. michael's eyes slowly shut, his interrupted mouth melting into the kiss. he couldn't believe what was going on. his dream girl—the girl he shamelessly jerked off to countless times—was making the first move so swiftly. he could feel himself brazenly getting hard, his cotton pajamas becoming a tad hot and crowded. but to his dismay, you pulled away from the romantic gesture, visibly distraught.
"oh my god. i'm so sorry, really—i wasn't thinking at all. i should've-" yet another discontinued apology. michael clearly wasn't finished kissing you, and wanted to show it with his blatant interruption. the kiss quickly becoming steamy—unlike last time, where you and michael clearly were adjusting to the new physical affection. you didn't feel as guilty this time, reaching up quickly to cup his face once more. michael's hand broke away from yours under the covers, finding its way to your thigh as he softly squeezed your flesh.
the sudden action caused you to wince, a small whine from your mouth forcefully sneaking its way into the kiss. and that had seemed to be your final straw with this man. you both now had made it extremely obvious just how much you mutually wanted this to continue—so naturally, you took the opportunity.
without breaking any contact between your mouths, you shifted under the blanket quietly, climbing slowly onto michael. you straddled him, the position now making you fully aware of his erection. you surrendered from the kiss, the both of you panting in what was almost full synchronization.
"i just wanna make sure you're okay with this.." you whispered, watching as michael immediately nodded. how the hell was he going to turn down such a thing? and with that, you returned the gesture, biting your bottom lip from his eagerness. you were a virgin yourself, but didn't want to show michael how nervous you were—since you didn't want to become a turn-off during such a good moment.
you leaned back slightly, aligning your clothed cunt to hover over his mutually clothed length. you began rocking your hips slowly, rubbing your covered heat along his cock. michael exhaled softly, his hands gripping the couch cushions that sat below him. he felt like he was fucking dreaming—his longtime crush was quite literally humping his dick in real time. he watched, mouth agape, as you humped him so needily. your hips rocked avidly, his eyes giving away just how insanely turned on he was—besides his rock hard cock, of course.
he loved the way you were moving, his teeth secretly clenching together so he wouldn't say something filthy to your gorgeous face. he thought disgusting thoughts to himself as he watched your body continue to grind and shift—the feeling of your pussy being just out of reach, the way your body jerked back and forth as you humped—oh, he was definitely far gone.
"mmh.. love feeling you so bad." you spoke softly, your eyes tightly closing as you rolled your hips faster, your hands sternly placed on the space between michael's arms and the couch for stability. those words did something to michael, something so tantalizing and genuine. he groaned, beginning to rock his hips jointly below. he began to grip your moving hips instead of the couch, which caused you to quietly gasp. his hands were big and cold, the sudden frigid temperature meeting your warm sides deliciously.
you whimpered quietly, flinching as michael's hips bucked in response to your pretty noise. you felt his tip softly graze against your hidden clit, causing your hips to buck ferociously as well. michael grinned at your pleasure, forcefully stopping the motion of your hips just so he could start harshly rocking his own. you watched in awe and utter pleasure as his eyes still lay focused on yours. you pursed your lips, trying not to wake your sleeping best friend up to such a sight. janet shifted a few times in her sleep, which did cause you and michael to stop and stare for a few moments before heavily continuing.
michael licked his lips, watching your glossy eyes fail to keep their gaze specifically on him. he'd stop purposefully a few times, hoping it would get you to come back to your senses and give him his desired prolonged eye contact.
"michael.." you breathlessly spoke, whining quietly.
"ngh," you groaned, looking down at his torso and watching as the muscles contracted with each shift of his hips. "need you bad—so, so bad. 'want you to be my—ughh—god, please, just fuck me."
michael's eyes widened, his hips slowing down from the feeling of utter shock.
"r-run that last part by again?" he began to heavily breathe.
"i want you to- uh, to fuck me." you looked down at him with pleading eyes. "please?"
he could feel his throat dry up instantly, his hips movement coming to an abrupt halt. after a few seconds of him being completely dumbfounded, he moistened his mouth back up as he gulped hardly.
"oh! mh—okay, yeah. yeah. mhm. why don't we-"
your fingers met his lips, shushing him on the spot. you softly smiled, subtly clearing your throat.
"don't overcomplicate it. please, michael. 've been waiting so long." you faintly whined out.
he could feel his infatuation with you increase significantly from those words. never, and i mean never would he have thought that his biggest fantasy would be slowly unfolding before him in the middle of reality.
michael desperately obliged, having you sit up slightly so he could shimmy a little out of his pajama pants. hungry eyes stared as you saw his cock spring up, your mouth beginning to slightly water from how hot the sight was. michael looked away sheepishly, embarrassment mapped all over his face.
instead of sitting in awkward silence and letting michael feel shameful, you decided to break the ice in the situation. you grabbed his chin with your thumb and index finger, pointing his gaze back at you. you pointed down at your tiny shorts, grabbing his cock in one hand and pulling the bottoms and your panties to the side, exposing your pretty pussy lips.
michael nearly fucking died. he stared intensely, examining everything there was to your flower. his body tensed as you began brushing his tip—now leaking with precum—against your delicate folds. you stroked him a few times, hoping you were doing something right. the only sexual encounter you ever had was janet giving you tips on how to please guys in bed, since you had bashfully asked before out of curiosity.
you broke the anticipated mutual gaze the two of you have kept up to focus on your actions. you watched as his tip slipped inside a few times due to your moistened arousal, causing the both of you to jump and gasp. michael tucked his bottom lip inward under his teeth, his breath suddenly shaky and weary. you gave him a final look, basically asking with your body language for permission to go all the way.
michael glanced at his sleeping sister then back at you, wondering if this was the time for such a thing. he then trailed his eyes down your body, finally to his throbbing dick. your hand never escaped it while awaiting his answer, your gaze soft and your eyes big—which just continued to persuade him further more.
he felt a small lump in his throat form, knowing he couldn't say no to you no matter how hard he tried. the prettiest girl he knew, cock in her hand and looking oh, so needy. he could feel his dick twitch in your grasp, earning a small giggle from the both of you. michael ultimately fell for your begging gaze, he himself becoming needy by the second for your gorgeous cunt. it was right there—oh, so close.. he could literally feel your heat radiating onto himself from how close your pussy was to his length. fuck it. he was going to put aside his religious worries, the infatuation taking full control.
michael bit his bottom lip, nodding vigorously to signal his desperation. your brain squealed, the excitement building up in you as you realized just how dreamy the situation was—your crush, unaware the feeling was mutual, was about to take your virginity within a matter of seconds.
michael assisted you with positioning, having you sit up once more for a slight moment so he could adjust himself. he spat on his hand, dragging it slowly up and down his cock to act as lubrication.
he gently grabbed your tors, bringing you back to your original spot. you hovered over his aching tip, reaching down to slightly spread your lips. you lined yourself up perfectly, head whipping up to stare at michael. you gradually lowered yourself onto his throbbing sex, your mouth loosely falling open from the painful yet arousing sensation. michael hissed, his chest slowly rising and falling as he tried to stay conscious in reality.
you barely made it a few inches past hit tip, stopping completely to try and regain your composure. michael let out a groan, the noise almost being inaudible from how quiet it escaped.
"i- i don't think i can go any farther. it's, hmm— 's too big." your words softly pushing their way out, the pain blending in with the pleasure as you tried not to move. janet had warned you sex for the first time would hurt, but she didn't mention the part where it was excruciatingly painful—jesus fucking christ.
"nah, girl.." michael sat still himself, scared of harming you further. "c-can uh, can you try it jus' for me...?" his hands landing firmly on your frozen hips. "please, baby? i'll make you feel so good, i promise."
your core only tightened further, his words seemingly casting some sort of sexual hex all over your body. you gripped the couch firmly, pushing your body down further—a few more inches being the only amount you could take. and don't get him wrong, he wasn't all that confident either. his touch deprived cock suddenly feeling new sensory he only ever dreamed of during the darkest of nights.
his hands were still sternly pressed on your hips, now moving in the painfully slow rhythm that you rocked. he watched as your body moved leisurely, staring in awe as he witnessed his dick slightly disappear inside of you, only to reappear damp with your sweet slick juices the next second. he could really tell just from these first few movements that he wouldn't last as long as he had planned—not like he had planned this in the first place. but, god, wasn't it something straight out of his perverted fantasies? doing something so intimate and secretive all with the risk of getting caught.. has he jerked off to this exact scenario before? mm, maybe just a bit!
your eyes constantly darting between michael, janet and your own body, you tried with all your might to not create too much of a scene. the only sounds that were really audible were those of the television and your pussy's arousal spreading all over michael's shaft.
starting to see the pearly gates of heaven, michael continued to help guide your hips. he didn't know what he was doing at all, but just wanted to make this highly enjoyable for the two of you. you—and secretly himself as well—wanted ohhh so badly for your tight flower to fully descend onto him. but with the pain you were experiencing currently not even halfway down his length? yeah, not happening...maybe some other time in the future.
your body seemed to have finally adjusted to this tiny sliver of his length, your pain overly transcending into full-on pleasure. your moves became more confident—more precise. you were still confused on the concept of the man's side of the situation, utterly hoping you weren't harming michael or making him freakishly uncomfortable. but unknowingly, michael's expressions and body languaged matched yours all too well—the furrowed brows, the occasional shifting of pelvis', the small whines—all secretly in sync.
your slow grinding and rocking transformed into subtle bounces, your body increasing the amplitude. and rashly, without thinking, you grabbed one of michael's hands, lifting it off of your hip. he cocked an eyebrow, slightly disappointed from your little action. his small whine he was about to release broke halfway abruptly, watching as you dragged his hand along your torso until it sat under your shirt. you placed his hand—now warm and welcoming—on your left tit, sliding your hand back down to leave it in solitude with your flesh.
his eyes sat wide and alert, his body completely frozen. he still was slightly flinching from your sensual movements, but he was so nervous to do anything else. he gulped, your nod of apporval giving him butterflies. he hesitantly began softly squeezing your breast, the back of his hand sitting comfortably against the fabric of your t-shirt. you looked down—still sloppily bouncing on his dick—and realized how stupid you were for your previous action. why not give him some more freedom, hm? and of course, you did just that.
you halted your body, michael's confusion plastering all over his puppy eyes. he held his breath timidly, visibly gawking as your hands arose to lift your top, sitting the bottom of the fabric right above your breasts as to fully expose your heaven-sent bust. he cleared his throat harshly, staring at your gorgeous bosom. he was shortly interrupted though, as your hips continued to work flawlessly.
and then he felt it. that all too familiar feeling forming in his lower stomach—was quickly about to burst. his face turned hot, his palms clammy as he silently continued to knead your breast.
"mmh– baby.. c-can i?" he lifted his other hand off your constantly moving sides, pointing towards your connected sexes. your mind immediately knew what he was insinuating, shyly 'mhm'ing him, acting as if you didn't desperately want such a thing to occur.
your hips rocked few more times before michael released his grip from your boob. he placed one hand on your back and the other back on your side, adjusting the two of you slightly. he lifted himself up barely from sitting, the both of you now hovering a bit over the couch and his original spot.
rashly, michael began to sloppily fuck you. it took you by complete and utter surprise—his pelvis hungry and only after the goal of satiating the growing sense. you threw your head back, moaning through a closed pallette as he forced a few more inches inside of your sweet hole. michael leaned forward, planting kisses on your torso, smiling as he watched your shirt slowly unfold and fall down due to the harsh friction down below.
now you could feel it. you had rarely been frequent with masturbating, but you knew this feeling overwhelmingly. smiling to yourself as you reminisced cumming on your fingers to the thought of michael even slightly touching you. both of your dreams had come true, and neither knew how long the mutual feeling lasted before this—making it all the more exciting.
michael's strokes became faster, desperate to reach the gorgeous emotional climax that was his orgasm. you sat like a ragdoll, your eyes tightly closed as you let michael rearrange your fragile insides—all while trying to stay silent enough to not angrily wake janet.
his knot snapped first, his head curling inwards as his curly hair rested on your torso. you weren't far behind either, your legs softly shaking from the slight overstimulating sensations of his cock. he let out a guttural groan against your belly, the vibration travelling through your torso upwards, giving you a serious case of intensified rosy cheeks. they were already quite rosy from the workout that was fucking your best friends brother. god, it was so morally wrong but neither of you seemed to care—i mean, this man was quite literally still inside of you spewing his cum as we speak.
"oh- god." he moaned into your skin, his seed continuing to spill in perfect pearly ribbons, decorating your walls so deliciously. it was like decorating his own art gallery, but it was like a museum that was only sanctioned to you—his muse.
michael sat back down, softly pulling out of your swollen cunt. he continuously held your hips, having you sit up for a moment so he could watch something so enticing unravel. his lustful eyes widening as two small strings of his cum spilled out of you, landing on his partially covered thighs. you kept your eyes on him sternly, smiling as you dabbed a finger in his seed, licking it off your pretty finger—tucking your panties and shorts back into place shortly after, basically showing off how you were keeping his cum fully inside. michael's jaw hung open, sheepishly watching you sit back down in your original spot between him and janet. janet was still fully knocked out, painfully unaware of the bizarre occurrences that happened right before her on the family sofa.
michael shimmied his way back into his pants, the two of you currently sitting in the atmosphere that was old cartoons and bodies panting.
"wanna go to the bathroom?" you spoke, eyes not lifting from the television screen awkwardly.
and with that, the two of you fleed into the guest bathroom that sat a few feet from the living room—you both needed more.
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