Twister Nights
summary: a rainy movie night and a dumb game of twister turns into way too much tension once michael realizes you’re definitely teasing him on purpose
pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, teasing, tension, kissing, michael losing his mind a little
a/n: based on this ask :3 i loved writing this i haven't wrote for michael yet send more mike requests pls :)
The rain was so loud it felt like it was inside the house with us. We’d been rotting on the couch for hours, half watching some movie we didn’t care about, just eating snacks and poking at each other like bored cats.
I was still in Michael’s white button-up from earlier, the one I stole after getting caught in the rain. It barely covered anything, and I knew it. He kept looking. Not even trying to hide it anymore.
“You’re such a little shit tonight,” he said, dragging me closer by my ankle until my legs were across his lap. His fingers traced slow circles on my calf.
I smirked and let the shirt ride up higher on purpose. “You like it though.”
His hand paused, then kept moving, sliding higher. The tension between us had been stupid for weeks all those almost moments and late texts. Tonight it felt like it was finally going to snap.
Then he got up without saying anything and came back holding that ancient Twister box like he’d just discovered gold.
I laughed. “You’re actually insane if you think I’m playing that.”
“Scared?” He raised an eyebrow, that cocky little smile I hated (and loved).
“Please. I’m not scared of Twister.”
“Prove it then.”
We shoved the coffee table out of the way and spread the mat on the floor. He was in those gray sweats and a black tank, looking way too good for a random Wednesday night. The game started normal, but it didn’t stay that way for long.
Every stretch made it worse. My thigh brushing his arm. His hand grazing the back of my leg. When I had to reach across him, my ass pressed right against his crotch and I felt him getting hard. Fast.
“Fuck…” he muttered.
I looked back at him, trying not to smile. “You good back there?"
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
I didn’t deny it.
A couple turns later I leaned way forward for a green circle and the shirt completely gave up, sliding up to my waist. I was bare underneath. Completely. I knew he could see everything.
Michael went dead quiet.
Then we both lost our balance at the same time and crashed. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, shirt bunched around my waist. His hands grabbed my ass immediately, squeezing hard as he pulled me down against him. He was rock hard.
The laughing stopped.
His eyes were dark, breathing heavy. “You’ve been soaked this whole time, haven’t you?”
Before I could answer, his fingers slid between my legs from behind, stroking through how wet I was. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them.
“Michaelll”
He pulled me down into a messy kiss, all tongue and heat, while his fingers moved faster. I reached between us and shoved his sweats down, wrapping my hand around his cock. He groaned into my mouth when I started stroking him.
“Fuck the game,” he said against my lips, voice rough.
He flipped me onto my back on the mat. The shirt got ripped open, buttons scattering everywhere. His mouth was on my tits instantly, sucking hard, biting just enough to make me squirm. His cock rubbed against my pussy, teasing my clit until I was shaking.
“Tell me you want it,” he breathed, dragging his teeth down my neck.
“I want you to fuck me” I whispered, lifting my hips. “Now.”
He pushed in deep in one thrust. We both moaned. He felt thick, stretching me perfectly. Then he started fucking me hard no more teasing. The sound of skin slapping and the pouring rain filled the room.
I dug my nails into his back, legs wrapped tight around him as he drove into me. It was messy, desperate, and exactly what we both needed.
When I came, it hit me so hard I cried out, clenching around him. He followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name.
We stayed tangled on the stupid Twister mat afterward, sweaty and breathing hard, the rain still hammering the windows.
He finally looked at me, half-smiling.
“Best fucking game night ever."
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