#michael jackson

.ೀ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 .ᐟ ⊹ 𑣲 mature era! michael. divorced , just overly flith & freaky , 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲; 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 & 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. ⊹ (both) receiving.

JULY. 2007.

Michael shut the office door a little harder than he meant to.

ミ★ FEATURING: otw!michael x fem!reader

ꨄ SYNOPSIS: after the last time you and michael tried to be intimate it didn’t go quite well. now, you’re restless and want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

sequel to ♬ “—everything real big” ♬

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), michael is a certified eater btw, mating press, handjob, belly bulge, switch!michael if you squint really hard, reader is so loud that his brothers ended up overhearing oops

ღ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

ღ NOTES: yesssss guys part 2 is here!!! i actually never even planned to do another part but since its highly requested, i can’t leave my fellow moonwalkers high and dry ahaha

michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi

it’s late, already past midnight and you’ve been awake for hours. it’s been a couple days since you and michael attempted to have sexual intercourse and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head.

you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

michael doesn’t seem to care. he’s already shrugged it off and carried on like normal. giving you kisses every chance he gets, touching every single part of your body that he can reach but you can’t help the nagging feeling at the back of your mind.

you are so adamant about taking all of him and you want to… no you need to.

history! michael jackson x wife! reader

michael’s newest piece of furniture in neverland was a throne, and what better way to break it in than riding him while he sits on it?

cw/tw: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, he fucks you thru ripped tights, size kink? creampie, use of “mama”, soft!dom michael

wc: 1.5k

18+ mdni.ᐟ ⏖ ׄ ❛ bad.era 𝑥 𝓯.rea ❜ ⧽ you share a heartfelt moment with michael as you suprise him for his birthday that turns into him showing how grateful he is for you. ꒰ model series ꒱ ⎯ 𝓌c. 3.4𝑘

content ❤︎︎ ﹕ fluffy fluff ﹐ michael gets emotional ﹐ oral : f!recieving ﹐ lots of pet name use ﹐ praising ﹐ soft dom!mike ﹐ unprotected sex (dont forget to wrap it up!!) ﹐ domestic aftercare (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ‿◞ ྀི⊹ ׄ

it had been a long 4 months that michael had been gone touring. he had a short break before he had to leave again for the next leg of his tour. the hallway outside your apartment had never felt so unbearably quiet.

you stood just around the corner of the kitchen island, both hands carefully balancing the tiny vanilla cake you had picked up earlier that afternoon. it wasn’t elaborate by any means. just smooth white frosting, a thin red ribbon piped around the edges, and a single candle flickering softly in the dim apartment.

you checked the clock for what had to’ve been the tenth time.

11:48 p.m.

michael’s flight had landed almost an hour ago. your stomach twisted itself into impossible knots, but before you could even overthink anything else, you heard the unmistakable sound of keys jingling against the front door. your heart leapt into your throat from your off the wall nerves. the lock clicked then the door slowly pushed open.

a tired sigh escaped michael as he stepped inside the pitch dark living room, quietly shutting the door behind him before dropping his duffel bag onto the hardwood floor with a dull thud. weeks of rehearsals, interviews, airports, hotel rooms and sold-out stadiums weighed heavily on his shoulders, evident in the slow way he rubbed a hand over his face.

“…baby?” his voice echoed gently through the apartment, but he was met with silence. he frowned slightly.

“you here?”

you bit down on your smile as you lit the candle. another few careful footsteps echoed across the floor.

“hello?”

“stay there!” you called quickly, trying—and failing—to suppress the excitement in your voice.

he froze almost immediately. “…okay?” he laughed quietly, completely confused.

you took one steadying breath before carefully stepping around the corner. the tiny candle cast a warm glow across your face as you walked toward him, smiling so brightly your cheeks almost hurt.

“♪ happy birthday to you…”

michael blinked at you in disbelief. his brain currently short circuiting to the sudden surprise.

“…happy birthday to you…”

his eyes immediately fell to the little cake in your hands then back to you.

“…happy birthday, my sweet michael…”

he just stood there with a big smile on his face, suitcase forgotten by the front door, looking at you as though the entire world had stopped turning.

“…happy birthday to you.”

the final note faded into the apartment. for a moment, neither of you spoke. you suddenly became painfully aware of how small the cake looked. how lopsided the frosting had turned out after you insisted on decorating it yourself, how there was only one lonely candle sitting in the middle.

you gave him a sheepish smile. “i know it isn’t much…” before you could finish, michael crossed the room in three quick strides.

“baby…” his voice cracked. one arm wrapped carefully around your waist while the other steadied the cake in your hands, pulling both you and your little birthday surprise impossibly close. he buried his face against your shoulder.

“…hey,” you whispered, feeling him take a shaky breath. you tilted your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face, a single tear had slipping free from his eyes. you felt your heart shatter. “michael…”

“‘m sorry.” he let out the smallest embarrassed laugh, quickly shaking his head.

“don’t apologize.” you took one of your hands free from the plate to reach up and lightly caress the back of his head.

“i didn’t wanna cry.” he admitted. you knew how strong he was and how rarely you seen him cry—he’d usually do that alone, in the bathroom while you were busy or when you were asleep.

“i know.” you held onto him, rubbing his back with your palm to comfort him.

another quiet laugh escaped him. “you.. you did all this?” he looked back down at the tiny cake, the candle still burning stubbornly between the two of you.

you nodded, “i wanted the first thing you came home to be somebody who loves you.”

his eyes squeezed shut as another tear escaped, and this time he didn’t even bother hiding it—that did it for him.

tour had been loud and stressful with the crowds, the cameras, the constant traveling and the pressure, but standing here in the doorway of your shared apartment, holding a crooked little birthday cake while the woman he loved smiled back at him, it was the quietest he’d felt in weeks.

he leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss against your forehead. “best birthday i’ve ever had.”

you grinned, “you haven’t even made a wish yet.”

he looked into your eyes for a long moment before glancing back at the tiny flame. “…i think it already came true.”

you smiled through the tears threatening your own eyes, carefully lifting the little cake between the two of you.

“c’mon,” you laughed softly. “before the wax melts all over it.”

michael let out a watery chuckle, the sound still thick with emotion. “right…”

he looked down at the tiny candle, the flame dancing gently between you. closing his eyes for only a moment, he took a quiet breath.

you watched him carefully, “make a good wish,” you teased.

his eyes opened again, already fixed on you. “…don’t have to.”

before you could ask why, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one gentle breath. darkness swallowed the room once more, only for a second. you reached over, flicking the light switch beside the entryway.

a warm amber glow spilled across the apartment, chasing away the shadows. when you turned back around, michael was already looking at you—really looking at you.

his eyes wandered over your face as though he were trying to memorize every little detail he’d missed while he was away.

“…what?” you asked with a bashful smile.

he shook his head. “nothin’.”

a grin tugged at your lips that michael just couldn’t help but notice. “you’re staring again.”

“’cause i missed you.” his answer came so quickly, so honestly, it made your chest ache.

weeks apart had stolen away all the little things—the lazy mornings, the dinners shared on the couch, the absentminded kisses whenever one of you passed through the room.

now that he was finally standing in front of you again, it was as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

you set the cake carefully on the console table beside the door before turning back to him. without another word, your hands found his face.

your thumbs brushed lightly beneath his eyes, wiping away the last traces of tears he hadn’t realized were still there.

“there’s my birthday boy,” you whispered, causing michael’s nose to scrunch as a shy laugh escaped him.

“don’t start.” he spoke with a tiny shake of his head to ignore the burning sensation of tears wanting to spill.

“what?” you nibbled slightly at your bottom lip.

“you’re gonna make me cry again.” he pouted slightly.

“maybe i like making you emotional.” you teased, he knew teasing was like your second nature but never took it seriously.

“that’s mean.” his composure cracked beneath the pull of a smile, causing a giggle to escape you.

“i’m sorry baby.” you said between giggles, your hands staying at the sides of his face.

he finally smiled—one of those bright, boyish smiles you’d been missing ever since he’d left for tour, “c’mere.”

he didn’t wait for you this time. his hands slipped around your waist, drawing you against him until there wasn’t the slightest bit of space left between your bodies.

the embrace lingered—neither of you in any hurry to let go. you rested your forehead against his, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne beneath the crisp night air that still clung to his jacket.

“home feels a lot nicer with you in it,” he murmured.

your heart fluttered. “yeah?”

“mhm.” his thumb absentmindedly traced slow circles along the small of your back. “hotel rooms are just… rooms.”

you looked up at him as he spoke, “this…” his gaze softened before continuing, “…this is home.”

emotion swelled in your chest as you leaned up, pressing the gentlest kiss to the corner of his mouth. he smiled into it.

“that’s all i get?” he asked, his voice teasing now.

you tilted your head innocently. “i dunno…”

“is that right?” one of his eyebrows cocking up.

“maybe you gotta earn the rest.” you debated.

he laughed—a full, genuine laugh this time. “on my birthday and after flyin’ halfway across the world?”

“rules are rules.” you shrugged.

“that’s cold.” shaking his head at your ridiculous rules.

“is it?”

“mhmm.”

his smile only widened before he leaned in once more. this time, he kissed you properly—slowly—like he was making up for every kiss he’d missed while he was gone.

your fingers disappeared into the soft curls at the nape of his neck as he held you close, the rest of the world fading into the background until all either of you could hear was the quiet record still spinning somewhere in the apartment. you couldn’t resist michael and with so much time apart, you were craving him to say the least.

when you finally pulled apart, neither of you moved very far. his forehead found yours again.

“…happy birthday,” you whispered. michael smiled, brushing his nose lightly against yours.

“best one yet.” he replied. “but, its not over quite yet.”

his lips found yours once again, savoring the familiar sweetness of you like he’d been deprived for far too long. a quiet sigh escaped him the moment you scratched lightly against his scalp, his shoulders visibly relaxing beneath your touch.

“god…” he breathed with a shy laugh, resting his forehead against yours for only a second before stealing another kiss. “i missed you so much.” he mumbled between your lips.

“i know.” you snuck in, fingers massaging his soft curls as your lips maneuvered in sync with his.

“no…” he smiled in between, “i don’t think you do.” his voice low. the kiss lingered, deepening little by little, leaving only the quiet sounds of shared breaths and your tongues dancing with one another.

his hands never left the small of your back as he slowly guided you toward the dining table. when the backs of your legs brushed against the table, his hands wandered lower before gently lifting you onto the edge, never once allowing the warmth between your bodies to fade.

his fingers gripped the plush of your hips while his lips lingered to your cheek, then your jaw, then right below it. it was as though he couldn’t decide where he wanted to kiss you most.

he placed a few more wet, soft kisses on sweet spot of your neck, the spot that settled right below your ear. your arms now swung over his shoulders, a breathy sigh slipping from the back of your throat.

your arms stayed wrapped around him until michael carefully took one of your hands into his own. lifting it between the two of you, his kisses wandered from the bare curve of your shoulder, drifting unhurriedly down your arm until they reached your hand. he gathered it carefully in his own, pressing kisses against your knuckles, relearning the familiar comfort of your touch that he missed so dearly.

stepping back a bit, he admired you as a whole. a beauty right before him he couldn’t let go unsatisfied. your cheeks warmed up under the gaze of his eyes scanning details of your body. your freshly blown out hair, the one-of-many satin slips you own—it was a dark crimson one you were wearing this time, the ‘M’ necklace that decorated your clavicle with a shimmering glint every time the light hit it.

his hands grazed your skin before kneeling on one knee, grabbing your silky soft thighs to rest on his shoulders and pulling you closer to him. he pressed soft kisses from your inner knee all the way to your inner thigh, savoring the way the cute noises you were making from his touch rang through his ears. his thumbs gently lifting the little bit of fabric covering your glistening core to reveal you panti-less, another surprise michael wasn’t expecting. his eyes looked up at your face, already smirking down at him as you were waiting for him to figure this specific surprise out.

“naughty little one..” he whispered, a smile glued to his lips before dipping back down to continue teasing with warm kisses on each of your thighs. though, you were undeniably patient, the build up before him actually touching you in the places you craved was just as thrilling. your elbows rested on the mahogany wood table as his tongue continued tracing kisses up to your folds, your fingers moving small strands of loose curls away from his face, sometimes even tucking them behind his ear for him.

his mouth got to work on you right away, licking a strip up your clit before swirling his muscle around the sensitive bud. your thighs slightly tensed at the feeling, squishing his head between them causing him to chuckle against your heat. the vibrations damn-near sent shivers down your spine, your head resting back as soft satisfied hums echoed through the dinging room.

“mm- mikey.. it’s your birthday i should be- hm- i should be be pleasing you, my love-” you barely made out between the hums of pleasure, but he quickly cut you off.

“shh- i wanna show you how much i appreciate you darling.” he interrupts, “for everything.” he could taste your arousal as you dripped onto his lips, creating a tightness in his slacks now.

after a few moments of michael devouring you and your sweetness, you felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen, “’m close baby.” you moaned out. one of your hands tugging on his curls as the other held onto the edge of the table for stability. the slurping noises from his head between your thighs had came to an halt after hearing your words.

“already, my love?” he teased, stepping back up. his hands slithered around your waist to help you from the table.

“shut up..” you murmured and took his hand in yours. he shook his head and lead you to your shared bedroom.

shutting the door behind you, he guided you to the edge of the bed. with a gentle push, he sat you down on the edge, now in eye level with belt of his slacks. your lip caught between your teeth as you watched his fingers slowly undo the buckle, then the loop, then completely pulling it off. every movement of his made you weak—whether it was on stage or in the bedroom—the slight of his unbuttoned shirt practically made you drool.

he swiftly removed his button up, kneeling over you to bring his lips to meet yours. your hands cupped his cheeks as you were now laid on the mattress with your handsome lover hovering over you. the ambient sounds of nature only enhanced the tenderness of the two of you in this moment.

you felt his strong hand feel up your thighs once again—his biggest weakness being your legs—slowly maneuvering your mini slip up more and more. his hands moved to fully pull off his slacks, all without parting his lips from yours. you pulled apart for a moment, your breathing slowed while watching him in adoration as he took his erect member, that was nearly touching his bellybutton, and lined it up with your entrance. your eyes darted from his face to the work of his hands, licking your lips hungrily.

before fully sinking into your warmth, you fully slipped off your dress, leaving your body on display while michael ogled you with desire.

“you are the most gorgeous woman ever..” he cooed in your ear, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips then to your neck, finally slowly plunging into you.

you both let out heavenly sounds as his length seeped deep into your cunt that was already lubricated with your arousal. he fully removed his cock before filling you back up again, each thrust accompanied with a little whimper from you.

“i know baby.. i know,” he caressed your face, holding it with one hand while the other fondled with your breasts. “you’re takin’ me so well.” his gaze moved down, watching how his length disappears as he thrusts.

his pace remained slow and steady, never taking his eyes off of you. “i’missed you so much.” you whined out, your fingers met with the curls on the back of his neck once again.

“yeah? i missed you too, angel,” his breath quickened as well as his penetrating movements. hearing your whiny voice confess how much you missed him unlocked something inside of him at this moment. he wanted to show you how much he really missed you.

he adjusted his position, arms to the side of you, engulfing your lips with a deeply passionate kiss before picking up his pace. the sounds of skin smacking and michael swallowing your desperate moans. his noises just as sinful, grumbling and groaning into your mouth as well. he took one of his hands and moved it down to your clit, using the pad of his thumb to rub the swollen bud. your hips pumped up slightly at the sensation, tugging at his locks.

michael’s face fell into the crook of your neck, the pleasure becoming all too overwhelming as his hips snapped against yours, his filthiest moans singing in your ear. your nails dragged along his back as you tightened around his cock, “fuck- you feel so good mama.” he whimpered along the slick skin of your neck.

you could feel him twitch inside of you, signaling that he was ready. the immense amount of adrenaline he felt caused him to move at a merciless rhythm, plummeting his full length into you—sending you into ecstasy—and leaving you a moaning mess.

“i.. i’m so close baby!” you cried out as you held onto his back with no more space left between both of your bodies. with a few more thrusts paired with his fingers working magic on your clit, you dissolved into pleasure as you fell over the edge. your eyes shut tightly and you gripped around his cock as you spilled over, leaving a mess all over him. he fell close after you with a shattered breath and sweet whine, slamming into you once or twice as he deliciously filled you with his seed which helped you ride out your orgasm perfectly.

you felt his hot breath dance on the skin on your neck before feeling his lips engulf yours, tasting the salty sweat that beaded on his upper lip. he moved easy in and out a few more times before fully pulling out, a relaxed sigh spilling from the both of you.

“i love you.” his voice rasped as he looked at you now, fully. “i love you too, mikey.” you replied back, caressing his back gently. neither of you moved for a minute before michael finally decided to get up, propping yourself up along with him. he took one of his neatly pressed shirts, guiding each of your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it for you, leaving a few open—all with an enormous grin on his face.

“look at you..” he pressed a soft kiss to your nose before getting back up from the plush bed and dressing himself in some grey sweats and a t-shirt. you felt your face transition from its original color to now a tinted pink from his words. despite the year long relationship, michael knows how to leave you smitten, especially vulnerable in your post-orgasm glow.

you watched as he disappeared out of the bedroom, curious as to what he was doing. your hand reached for the tv remote, flipping through the channels before seeing him return with his cake, two forks and two glasses of water. you jumped up to help him as he seemed to have been struggling to keep everything together.

“woahh~” you grabbed the glasses of water as he sat on the edge of the bed, “now you’re ready for your cake?” you teased with a laugh, causing him to do the same. he gently tugged at his shirt that was draped on you, sitting you down on his lap. you slightly yelped at the sudden dominant movement that undeniably gave you butterflies. you placed the glasses of water down on the night stand ensuring not to spill.

he grabbed one of the forks and took a piece out of the cake, bringing it to your mouth for you to eat. obeying, you opened and took the fork to your mouth before grabbing it from him. michael watched as you hummed in response to the delicious taste of the cake, giving yourself a proud nod, “i picked a good one!”

“yeah?” he asked before taking his own fork to try it. he also nodded at the luscious tasting cake, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “i love it!” he exclaimed.

the rest of the night was spent finishing- no devouring the cake then staying up for majority of the night, sharing stories of his first leg of the bad tour, the events you’ve attended while he was away, and potential plans for your future together. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

ʚɞ description: one summer night, your boyfriend michael comes home after enjoying his time at studio 54. this time, he’s a bit tipsy; the liquid courage finally allowing him to show how much he loves you.

°❀ content: 18+, smut, soft dom!michael, cunnilingus, first time, established relationship, michael wanted that cookie BAD

a/n: this just a little something, i hope yall enjoy.

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the apartment was quiet except for the sound of the city humming outside your windows.

you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror in your nightgown, carefully dabbing cream onto your face when you heard the unmistakable sound of someone fighting with the front door.

not unlocking it, but fighting it. there was a clatter. a muttered “wait a minute.” another clatter and then silence.

then, triumphantly— “ha!”

you laughed to yourself before you even turned around, only michael.

a few seconds later, the front door shut, followed by the sound of footsteps making their way through the apartment. slow and dramatic footsteps.

you stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see michael appear in the doorway of your bedroom.

he looked beautiful and exhausted all at once. his dark curls were wild from dancing, his shirt was wrinkled and half untucked, and there was a rosy flush spread across his cheeks. he swayed slightly where he stood, staring at you with wide eyes.

for a moment, he didn’t say anything, but then he grinned. a huge, ridiculous grin.

“oh, wow.”

before you could ask what that meant, he stumbled toward the bed and flopped onto it face-first with an exaggerated groan.

you leaned against the doorframe, trying not to laugh. “hey, baby.”

michael lifted his head immediately. his face lit up with excitement. “hi, my love.” his voice came out soft and dreamy. “i missed you so much.”

he stretched the last word out dramatically, throwing an arm across his forehead like he’d just returned from war.

you crossed your arms. “you’ve been gone for four hours.”

he sat up. “exactly.” he nodded solemnly.

“it was horrible.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

that seemed to delight him. he pushed himself to his feet and shuffled toward you, smiling so hard his eyes nearly disappeared.

“everybody was loud,” he informed you, holding his hands out like he was presenting evidence. “and nobody there looked like you.”

he stopped directly behind you.

close enough that you could smell his cologne beneath the smoke and summer air clinging to his clothes.

he pressed his body up against yours, arms snaking around your waist, as his head sat comfortably on your shoulder, looking at your reflection.

he noticed your hair, and your short pink nightgown. “you got prettier.”

you blinked. “since when?” your hands softly rummaging around in your skincare bag, looking for your eye cream.

he thought about it. “since…” he tilted his head, concentrating very hard. “…tonight.”

then he burst into giggles.

you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “how much did you drink?”

michael gasped so dramatically you thought he might actually fall over. “not that much.”

he held up his fingers and then looked at them noticing the number changing. “okay, maybe a little.”

you laughed again, and he immediately smiled wider, like that had been his goal the entire time.

without warning, he tilted his head into the warmth of your neck. “come here.” he murmured lowly.

“michael, i’m already here.”

at your somewhat shocking words, he quickly pulls away to see your reflection once again, staring at you for a second.

then he laughed so hard he had to hide his face in the coils of your hair. “oh.”

when he looked back up, his expression softened. really softened and he squeezed your hands gently. “i just wanted to come home.”

michael stands behind you in the bathroom, the buzz making his movements slow and deliberate.

he watches you through the mirror as you carefully pat eye cream under your eyes, completely unaware of the predatory look in his drunken eyes.

his fingers trace lazy patterns over your nightgown, fingertips brushing against the skin of your collarbone teasingly. "mm..." he murmurs, leaning in closer.

"you know you look so damn pretty doing this night routine," he slurs softly, his lips moving against your shoulder.

he starts kissing up your neck, his hands sliding around to grip your hips possessively. "and i know there’s nothing under this nightgown, girl." he nips at your earlobe playfully.

your face flushes crimson as you keep applying eye cream, refusing to look at him through the mirror.

your hands tremble slightly, but you try to sound casual. "michael, you're drunk. just... go to bed, okay?" you feels his lips brush against your neck and shivers despite yourself , your hands moving faster with the cream, trying to hide the visible effect.

"i’m not that drunk," he mutters against your neck, his breath warm and smelling faintly of gin.

his hands slowly creep under the hem of your nightgown, fingertips tracing along your cheeks. "you always..." he trails off, kissing a spot behind your ear, his hands creeping higher. "so fucking perfect..."

despite being together for a while, you two rarely do anything sexual. the routine of your lives together—dinner, movies, casual cuddling—has somehow pushed sex to the sidelines.

he never quite initiates, and you've somehow accepted it as normal. now, with the alcohol softening his inhibitions, those buried desires are suddenly resurfacing.

you swallow hard, feeling his hands spread over your lower belly possessively. his words are making your heart pound unexpectedly.

you’ve always wondered what it would be like if he actually made a move. your voice comes out softer than intended, "michael... stop it."

"just let me feel you, baby.” he murmurs into your neck, sounding more sober by the second.

his hands travel up slowly, gently pushing the nightgown up as they go until your breasts are mostly exposed under the loose fabric. he palms them gently, thumbs brushing over nipples.

you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb brushes over your sensitive nipple again. a moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. michael takes that as an invitation, squeezing both breasts gently. "see? it feels good right?”

he kisses lower, across your shoulder blades, his mouth hot and wet against your skin. you hear the rustle of fabric as he sinks to his knees behind you, the cold bathroom tiles pressing against him.

his hands slide from your breasts down to your hips, pushing aside the nightgown pooling around your waist. “i know what else feels good, mama.”

"michael, wait—" you start to say, reaching back to grab his arm. but before you can finish the sentence, his warm, wet tongue laps at your folds, finding your clit immediately.

your words turn into a gasp, your legs trembling slightly as he begins to lick you slowly.

his hands gently spread your cheeks apart, exposing you completely. he licks a slow, wet stripe from your clit down to your asshole, making you stand on your tiptoes, nearly arching into the bathroom counter.

you let out a surprised cry, your knuckles turning white as you grip the edge tightly. "michael!"

a deep, low groan vibrates against your clit as michael laps his tongue over your wetness. he murmurs against your flesh, a messy, sloppy sound. “damn... you taste like heaven," he mumbles.

ur licks slowly, deliberately from the front to the back, then drags his tongue back up. the sloppy sounds of his mouth fill the bathroom.

you’re moaning loudly, your beauty products scattered everywhere as you grip the counter for dear life.

michael’s face is buried between your cheeks, his tongue working relentlessly. he suddenly sucks hard on your clit, making you scream and push back against his face. "michael! oh my god...!"

"i knew you wanted it, baby," michael murmurs against your pussy, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit. "but i need you to show me how much. fuck my face, baby. use my tongue." he spreads your cheeks wider, giving you full access to his mouth.

you spread your legs wider, essentially riding his face from behind. your hands grip the counter tightly as you push back against his mouth, your ass rubbing against his nose and chin. loud, wet sounds fill the bathroom; his sloppy eating and your equally loud moaning. “oh baby! fuck!"

"yes, baby, just like that," michael encourages against your pussy, his words vibrating against your clit. "that’s my pretty girl. you’re fucking my mouth so good."

he reaches up, gripping your hips to pull you back harder onto his face, his tongue buried deep inside you.

you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back as michael slips a thumb inside you, pushing towards that magical spot.

he continues to eat you out enthusiastically from behind, the wet sounds of his mouth and the smacks of his thumb pushing into you filling the room along with your excited whimpers and moans.

"oh god, michael... right there," you whimper, pushing back harder against his thumb and face. "don’t stop, please don't stop..." your legs are trembling, your orgasm building rapidly. "i’m gonna cum, baby... i’m gonna cum on your face..."

"that’s it, baby. give me everything," michael commands against your flesh, his thumb pressing harder into that spot. "ride my face, fuck my mouth, cum all over my tongue. show me how much you wanted this." his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, keeping you right on the edge. "come for me, pretty girl.

your orgasm crashes over you without warning, a powerful wave that makes your legs shake violently.

you cry out michael's name, pushing back against his face as you squirt slightly - just a little wetness that adds to the mess.

your pussy clenches around his thumb while he continues to lick, drawing out every last spasm. "michael! oh my god...!"

michael shakes his head, his hard length tenting his pants as he watches your trembling legs. he licks his swollen lips, still ravenous despite your orgasm. “i’m not done," he says firmly.

before you can protest, he grabs your waist and turns you around, lifting you onto the bathroom counter. your legs fall open automatically, spread wide facing him.

michael drops back to his knees between your spread thighs, your pussy still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm. he pulls you to the edge of the counter so you're perfectly positioned.

his tongue immediately finds your clit again, licking slowly this time - savoring the taste of your orgasm. your legs shake as he resumes eating you out, relentless despite you just cumming.

you try to talk, your voice unsteady and weak. “baby wait stop," you whisper, trying to push his head away gently. "i just came, i’m really sensitive right now..." but michael doesn't stop.

he just looks up at you, and then firmly puts his hands on your thighs, pinning them down against the counter. "no mama, stay still.”

michael’s face is buried deep between your thighs, his tongue working harder than before. he’s practically sobbing into your pussy, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the bathroom.

his hands are gripping your thighs to keep you from moving as he devours you. you can feel his nose pressed against your clit, his stubble scratching your sensitive skin. "michael! baby, please—"

michael pulls you even closer, your legs hooking over his shoulders as he buries his face completely in your pussy.

his hands roam up to squeeze and caress your tits gently while he talks dirty between licks. "shh baby... just let me eat this pretty pussy..."

“michael! fuck! baby, your mouth... oh my god!” your hands fly to michael’s hair, gripping tightly as your hips start to move on their own, fucking his face. you’re pulling at his shirt desperately, your nails digging into his scalp.

michael looks up at you, his face covered in your juices as he continues to lick and suck. he praises you between mouthfuls. "look at you, riding my face, such a good girl, taking what you need—fuck, your pussy tastes so good, baby... keep fucking my mouth like that..."

michael is completely lost in the taste and feel of you. his eyes are glazed over, his movements almost robotic as he eats you out.

he’s so absorbed that he's practically drooling, swallowing your juices down like they're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. “mmhm..."

"michael... michael i’m gonna... i’m gonna cum again—!" your words are cut off by a loud moan as your orgasm hits you like a train. your body convulses, legs shaking violently as you cum all over michael’s face.

he just keeps eating you through it, his hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still. "shit!"

michael doesn't stop licking until your tremors subside, humming in satisfaction against your sensitive flesh. he slowly pulls back, looking up at your trembling legs and satisfied pussy with bite marks on his swollen lips. “fuck, baby... that was so hot."

michael stands up slowly, his prominent erection tenting his pants. he wraps an arm around your waist, supporting you as your legs are still shaky. "come on, let's clean you up and go to bed," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "i’m pretty tired after all that."

your eyes flutter open at his words. noticing the hardness of his cock pressing up against your thigh. “god, baby you’re so hard..here—“ you mutter just before reaching to his belt before his arm stopped you.

"baby, i’m always hard around you," michael admits with a soft laugh. "but it's not about me right now. you just had an intense orgasm. you’re tired and sensitive." he cups the underside of your jaw gently, guiding you to look at him. "let me take care of you."

you kiss him softly, appreciating his selflessness. you let him clean you up gently before you both climb into bed. michael pulls you close, spooning you from behind.

michael is obsessed with youngerwriter!reader

tags. smut MDNI, he fangirls over you, he’s a lil perverted (just in his head), dirty thoughts, age gap (he’s 37 she’s 25), freaked out!mike, reader is unamused, blackfem!reader, HIStory!era

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michael who’s read literally every work of yours a thousand times over. he’s an absolute super fan of you, a young and upcoming writer who’d recently had a big break with your newest novel.

he’s bought and read every book you’ve published, even multiple editions of the same book— for collectors purposes while calling it ‘supporting new artists’. each time he visits a new country, he buys one of your books from that country as a keepsake.

he’s made physical copies of all your non published works for his own personal collection. a collection that he meticulously keeps up to date and condition.

he even has stuff he bets no one does, articles that you wrote when you were in university for your schools paper. some self published creative writings that he was certain weren’t meant to be found.

he’s reserved an entire spot on his bookshelf of just your works, right at eye level where they’re easily accessible.

he resonates so much with your writing and your experience. he really feels connected to you in that way. like if he’d met you, you two would click instantly.

and when he watches you on tv, he really observes you. the air with which you carry yourself is something he’s attracted to beyond just your words. you were the picture of intellect and elegance.

you were timeless.

effortless and classic, never too much, never too little. always sleek hairstyles with these bold gold hoops.

you spoke very confident, always careful and intentional with everything you said. he knew, better than most, that being in the public eye made it to where you had to be that way.

he wondered if that was the real you or the you that was crafted for public consumption. he wanted nothing more than to know you intimately.

and when michael got the chance to meet you, it was game over for him.

he’d honestly had no idea you were doing a book signing so close to where he was living at the moment.

and though he knew it was definitely a bad idea for michael jackson to walk into a quant street corner bookstore late into a cool evening, he did it anyway.

because as luck would have it, on his way back to the car he noticed a sign with your photo along with the words ‘’meet and greet’ and under scrawled in smaller script ‘signing until 8:00’.

michael looked at his watch then. it was 7:55.

five minutes was all he needed anyway.

he made his way in, the bell above his head ringing, signaling his entrance. the smell of well worn books and ink met him as he looked around.

he saw you immediately.

seated at a table directly facing the door, bathed in the warm lights of the store. you were speaking to a much older woman, smiling bright as you handed her a copy of your book.

as the woman departed, she passed him on her way giving a slight nod in his direction but nothing more. he was grateful but surprised.

him being next (and the only) person in line, he made his way up to you. you hadn’t noticed him yet busying yourself with fixing a stack of books, your back turned to him.

michael stood quietly taking this chance to observe you through the dark lenses of his sun shades. he knew he was being a bit creepy but it was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

to see the unguarded you, not perfectly poised for cameras.

his innocent observations began to take a turn when he scanned his eyes down your back and to your ass.

you had on this shorter skirt, one that he’d never seen before. because of course he’d seen many an outfit from you.

but not this. this skirt stoped about mid thigh, and his eyes ate up the exposed skin. every movement you made drew his attention to the way the fabric hugged your hips and curves just right. the way he could just make out the curve of your ass underneath.

and god he was such a pervert for the thoughts it called to mind. at the mercy of a piece of fabric. thoughts of bending you over the table you were already bending over right this moment made something hot stick to his spine as he readjusts, hips shifting.

you must’ve been trying to kill him he was sure.

he imagined how he wanted nothing more than to push your skirt up and find out what was underneath. what kind of panties you wore. and what you’d do if he reached under them, your back pressed to his front, fingers prying at the lace while pressing his erection into your backside.

how wet you’d get when be kissed all over your neck and gripped at your breast through your top and grinded into you.

to find out what kind of lover you were beneath all your poise.

when he gripped at your hips and dropped to his knees, planting kisses all up your body— what kind of noises would you make?

when he took his time, pleasuring you with his mouth— what would you taste like?

michael thought he must’ve made a noise at the thought because the abrupt way you spun on him startled him as he practically tore his eyes up from your ass.

you squinted for a moment before recognition softened your features. he saw the moment you registered who he was. but still, you didn’t make a huge deal about it.

you kept that cool demeanor you always had, greeting him as you would anyone.

michael didn’t know if he liked that better or not at all. he wouldn’t have minded the attention from you. but you didn’t give it to him.

you just professionally slid your much smaller hand in his much larger one and gave him your name, a small smile gracing your lips.

“so you are a fan of my work?” hearing you up close was doing something to his brain. your voice was liquid smooth to his ears, warm and slightly breathy. he tried to keep his own cool and match your tone. he didn’t wanna appear too eager.

“you sound surprised.” he grinned at you and you just raised your eyebrow, giving him an up down.

“well it’s not everyday that you find out the most famous man in the world likes your writing.” you sounded skeptical and michael thought you were cute.

you didn’t bend for him like many people did. no sickeningly sweet and overly familiar tone. he knew he would have to work for you.

“i really enjoy your works, they resonate with me a lot.”

“thank you mr. Jackson, i appreciate the support.” you spoke tone as professional as ever before spinning back to the table and grabbing a pen. “i mean it’s a bit odd asking but did you want me to sign a book you’d brought or did you want to buy one?” you gestured to his empty hands hanging by his sides.

you seemed to be trying to rush him out a bit.

“unfortunately, i didn’t bring any of my personal copies but I’ll buy a few.” that caused your expression to crack a little.

he enjoyed that.

“a few?”

he just smiled a bit, “yeah a few, can’t have too many.”

you bend back over the table again this time on the opposite side and that solidifies his next decision.

“would you put your number on there too?”