music to watch boys to | michael jackson
michael jackson x f! neighbor reader
michael noticed his new neighbor liked to sit out on the back patio a lot, often late into the afternoon with music humming faintly from a stereo. sometimes you’d even be out there at night with a cigarette and a glass of wine. there was no harm in watching you— he just didn’t realize you were watching him back.
cw/tw: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, thriller era, perv! mike if you squint, exhibitionism? oral (f! receiving), fingering, he loves to hit it from the back, praise kink?, use of “good girl”, fluff
wc: 6.1k
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It was a summer night in mid July when Michael first saw you.
He had been vaguely aware someone new had moved in next door, Janet mentioning it a few weeks ago but he’d been so busy he hadn’t paid the news any mind. All of his attention being wrapped around working on his new album, staying up at an ungodly hour in the studio before collapsing back in bed.
In fact, he was heading there now, just shutting the door behind him to head down the steps of the outdoor staircase when he heard it.
Do Me, Baby by Prince was swirling in the air and it made him halt in his steps, jaw rolling in irritation he was trying to not put a name on as his eyes looked around for where on earth it could be coming from.
It was faint, but still audible enough to know it was close. The static sound crackling from what had to be a stereo.
He turned a bit, peering over the edge of the hedges that separated the house next door and that’s when his eyes landed on the offending radio perched on the edge of a hot tub.
Right. New neighbor.
Michael’s eyes then slated to the side and he felt the earth slow down in a way that was incredibly dramatic. Romantic, even.
He blinked, as if trying to see if what he was looking at was just a mirage from sleep deprivation. But no, the backyard next door remained in perfect clarity.
You were in a hot tub with your arms up on the ledge of it. One hand bringing a cigarette to your lips, the other holding open a book. The warm lighting from the back patio painting you in a warm glow that was a stark contrast to the bright blue lights under the water, the glimmer catching in the glass of wine near you.
Michael had no idea how long he stood there for, dumbstruck like he’d never seen a woman before.
When Janet said they had a new neighbor, he was expecting another family. An elderly couple, maybe. Not… Christ, he was mesmerized as he watched you move slightly. The water clinging to your skin catching in the light, the image of you making his mind move a thousand miles an hour because he realized you weren’t wearing anything.
He swallowed thickly, screaming at himself to look away because he was a gentleman. He was half ashamed to say that task was immensely difficult, but just as you started to turn around, his eyes flicked away and he quickly made his way down the steps. Bee lining it towards his studio and practically slamming the door behind him.
★
He was painfully obvious.
You’d lift your book up a little higher, trying to hide your smile behind the pages and your sunglasses as your music played. Not reading a single fucking word because the feeling of his eyes on you was beyond distracting.
Now, he didn’t linger. Not long, at least. Clearly concerned with not wanting to come off as an absolute creep. Which you appreciated, but you’d be lying if you said you cared.
When you realized what family you had moved in next to, it was a complete shock. Sure, everyone knew the Jackson’s lived in the area but you never considered one day being their neighbor.
You realized before you even saw one of them.
Walking out early that first official morning in your new home to go to work and hearing so much noise. Your heels clicked down the drive way, peering over your own gate to see a swarm of people a few yards away. Yelling even though it was seven in the morning.
Your irritation immediately evaporated when your eyes finally caught on one of the signs someone was holding. Your jaw going a little slack.
“No fucking way.”
Honest to God, your evening routine had absolutely nothing to do with who lived next door.
You just enjoyed being outside when the sun was low. Unwinding after a day at work with a glass of wine and your next read. Appreciating the new space around you that was now your home and contemplating what you wanted to do with the landscaping.
The first time you saw him, your eyes had just looked up at the faint sound of a door opening. Your eyes going a little wide when you took note of who exactly you were looking at as he walked down the stairs, disappearing from view behind the tall hedges.
Now, not so honest to God— that night you decided to skinny dip was completely up to chance.
Telling yourself you had no idea if he’d be walking out that night, and if he did see you, that wasn’t your fault. You’re in your own backyard minding your business.
You had to bite down hard on your lip as you heard his footsteps halt.
From then on, you couldn’t help but make a little game of it. Sometimes seeing him, sometimes not.
But when he would pause, just for a moment, you always knew. His gaze heavy and palpable in the hot summer air despite the fact the sun was setting.
You had a rotation of bathing suits you wore. Telling yourself they weren’t for him. Flicking through your book like nothing was amiss when he practically tripped over his own feet when you wore your new bright red one that was ridiculously skimpy.
What you hadn’t been expecting, was for him whistle at you.
At least not while it was two in the afternoon on a Saturday when you were elbow deep in a bag of soil and wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt you had stolen from your ex. You looked up, utterly confused and peering over the edge of your sunglasses, half convinced you were just hearing things when you spotted him.
Michael was leaning against the railing of the stairs, his smile shy as he squinted against the sun.
“Hello,” he waved a hand, looking awkward as all hell and you bit back a smile.
Of course he’d initiate a conversation now.
You stood up, wiping your hands on your shirt as you did so. “Hi, Michael right?” You said after introducing yourself.
He blushed, as if he wasn’t one of the most recognizable people on the planet.
“Yeah,” he looked down, back up. “Sorry to bother you, but the garden is coming along really nicely.”
Your lips tugged up slightly, looking over your shoulder at the array of flowers you had managed to get planted. There was still so much you wanted to do though, it would probably take you the entire summer.
“Thank you,” you watched his face redden. “So…how’s work going?”
That made him laugh. The sound sharp and carrying across the property line easily. “Fine. Endless, I mean I always—“
“Mikey, we were gonna go see if—“ Marlon stopped short as his eyes fell on you, an easy smile slipping onto his face. “Hi new neighbor,” he called, followed by a wink.
“Marlon.” Michael looked at him pointedly, something silent passing between the brothers.
And that’s how you ended up in the backyard of the Jackson household twenty minutes later. Changed into a bathing suit hidden under a cover and watching mutely but in amusement as the brothers messed around. Michael’s eyes repeatedly sliding over to you, clearly trying to find something to say and just when his lips parted, Janet pulled you away.
There were many more afternoons like that as the days went on, finding a slot you fit into nicely within their dynamic of sibling banter and Christ, you had never met such shameless flirts.
And then there was Michael, your eyes always catching on his because he was always watching you. His eyes dark and flicking a rich brown when they’d catch in the sun, his smile slowly growing into something more relaxed as he got used to being around you.
He had just gotten out of the pool, wiping water off of his face and you didn’t really try to hide the fact you were staring at him. Not being able to help it as you watched water droplets race down his lean chest and stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his swim shorts.
When your eyes danced back up, he was smiling to himself. Knowing. Practically smug. Seeming to make a show of it as he walked past your chair, eyes catching yours briefly as he lifted his arm to dry his hair, the muscles that made up his physique from years of dancing, stretching as they caught in the sunlight.
It was almost immediate, and embarrassing, the effect he had on you as you watched him walk off to join his brothers in the grass to play a game.
There was a warm and tight feeling low in your abdomen, churning, the desire hitting you violently and you longed for a cigarette. Needed one, more like. Your fingers practically itched, wanting to abate the hunger that was slowly crawling up your neck.
You had always found him attractive. Hell, you had a poster of him up on your wall when you were a teenager. Something that would have to be water boarded out of you before you ever told him.
But now, after being around him, hearing him laugh and stumble over his words— you felt like you’d never been touched before.
It was ridiculous.
You stood up on legs that were threatening to shake, muttering to Janet that you would be right back, the girl clueless to your current dilemma.
Your feet padded along the path that lead to the gate connecting the backyard to their drive way, the ground hot from the sun and you winced a little as you tried to hurriedly make your way over to your house. Wondering if maybe you also needed to take a cold shower and not just smoke to snap you out of it.
Summarizing your violent bout of hormones to the fact you hadn’t been laid in a while.
Hell, you and Michael had hardly ever spent a moment alone together.
You then heard him laugh, the sound rich and you shut your eyes as you felt another flutter low in your stomach.
Definitely a cold shower.
★
It felt silly to call it a crush, but he didn’t know how else to word it.
He’d get tongue tied anytime you were around him, trying to ignore the way his brothers would laugh behind their hands because of course they knew. It seemed obvious to everyone but you that he liked you and he wasn’t sure if he appreciated that or loathed it.
You two really only got weekends together. If he could even categorize it like that, given you two were never alone. But once the weekdays hit, he was back to his studio and practically becoming a hermit and you went back to work.
His stomach doing a funny thing when he found out you were a lawyer. Because of course you were. Of course your career would be something wildly impressive and the fact you were so accomplished was…
He woke up one too many times from a dream he was ashamed to admit happened with a hard on straining against his boxers.
But he had been so fascinated when you told him over a family dinner one night, your presence in the house now commonality with each passing weekend. His chin perched in his hand as he watched you talk about how you got into criminal defense. You seemed to glow as you spoke about it, your passion for your work evident and your cheeks would turn a little red after you realized you’d been rambling but he didn’t mind at all.
On weekdays, he found little solace. Only getting his brief glimpses of you in the evenings as you were out on the back patio of your house. Either in the water, gardening, or flipping through a book on one of the lounge chairs.
He was beyond tempted to call out to you, but that felt like crossing a threshold he wasn’t sure he was ready for yet.
It was nearing seven o’clock when there was a faint knock on the door of his studio.
His head turned from where he had been staring at his bulletin board for what must’ve been twenty minutes, brows furrowing because his family usually left him alone when he was in here.
However, the moment he opened the door and his eyes flicked down to meet yours, it was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the atmosphere.
He rarely ever saw you on Friday’s, so you standing there was a shock to the nerves.
“Sorry,” you muttered, looking more bashful than he was used to seeing and his eyes finally landed on the plate of food you were holding. “Your mom asked me to bring you this.”
He laughed a little bit, of course she did.
“Thank you,” he took the food from your hands, fingers brushing yours and making his head go a little fuzzy.
“I’ll leave you to—“
“Would you like to stay?” His heart was beating so violently it made his throat feel tight as he looked at you. Your eyes wide from the sudden request, his own cheeks red.
“I don’t want to interrupt.”
“You won’t be.”
He stepped aside, gesturing with his head for you to come in and when you walked by he got a whiff of your perfume. The smell lovely and so perfectly you.
You looked terrified to be in his studio and he smiled to himself as he set the food down. “You can relax, you won’t break anything.”
“I know, but just…” your eyes flicked around, taking in all of his notes and the mechanics of what made up music. “Surreal, I guess.”
He shrugged, he was so used to being in here it nearly felt more comforting than his own bedroom. “Sorry that it’s a bit of mess.”
“I think it’s lovely. Feels like I’m seeing your brain.”
He laughed at that, urging you find a seat, trying not to think too hard on the fact this was the first time you two were finally alone.
The small talk was a little awkward at first but it blended into something that felt easy. Natural. Finding it endearing that you didn’t want to bore him with legal speak from a case you were working on even though he kept insisting he found it interesting.
Telling you he didn’t mind at all if you stayed while he worked, finding your company comforting rather than intimidating. Though you didn’t say much if anything as he scribbled away or worked on adjusting some audio, he liked having you there.
But like always, he got completely swept up in his work. Carried away, his mind shutting off to the rest of the world and time slipping by like quicksand.
The only reason he had even glanced at the clock was because he’d accidentally dropped his pencil, turning to pick it up when he saw what time it was.
“Shit,” he muttered, sliding off his headphones as he turned around to see if you were even still there but he stopped short at the sight of you asleep on the couch.
You were curled up as if trying to make yourself as small as humanly possible, hair fanned out half over your face and the rest across the cushion.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he smiled, taking a moment to take in your expression. The way your features were relaxed and the slow rise and fall as you slept soundly.
Fuck, you were adorable.
His eyes slated over to his camera, beyond tempted to take a picture of you but he wasn’t entirely sure if that was stepping over a line. He’d like to say that you two were friends, even though he’d do anything to be more than that.
Would you mind?
After all, you went skinny dipping far too often and he had a feeling you knew damn well he could see you.
An absolute tease and he tried to ignore the way it made his blood pulse and stomach churn.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek for a moment as he debated. Albeit, briefly. Only seconds passing before he reached a hand over and grabbed his camera. Making sure the flash was off before he positioned it, looking at you through the viewfinder and smiling slightly as his finger pressed down, the whir of the camera working as it started to print out the picture.
He grabbed the film carefully with two fingers, waving it around and setting it on the desk to let it develop.
That was definitely going in his wallet.
He got into the habit of taking more photos of you, slowly making it more apparent. Getting you used to seeing it.
He loved taking photos of whatever, it really didn’t matter what you were doing as long as you were in frame. Smoking a cigarette. Playing a card game with Janet. Sunbathing. Gardening— those were some of his favorites.
His collection grew and grew, keeping them away for safe keeping in his nightstand drawer, looking at them more often than was probably appropriate.
But his favorite was the one you had taken. Snatching the camera out of his hands when you were in the front entryway, just about to leave after dinner and aimed it at the large mirror that took up nearly half the wall.
“What’re you—“
“Smile.”
With a sigh he didn’t mean at all, he took a step closer to you, arm draping over your shoulders and his heart skipped a beat when you fell into him. Your smile bright in the reflection and he couldn’t help but look at it, his own smile small as he admired you and a moment later the flash went off.
As Michael stared at the photo a little longer, biting at his lip, he got an idea.
He was up not a moment later, slipping on his shoes and he was out the door. Journal in one hand and the picture in another as he practically ran to his studio.
The moment he was inside, he locked the door. Intent on writing down as much as he could while it was still fresh, pinning the picture of you two on his board before he forgot.
He wrote The Lady in My Life that night.
★
The faint sound of a basketball hitting pavement met your ears as you read, the Jackson brothers caught up in a game that gave you a rare moment by yourself at their pool.
You thought about putting one in your own backyard, but for the time being it felt like the only excuse you had to keep coming over here. Even though they were always the ones to invite you, happy to have the company during the fleeting moments of downtime the weekend provided.
You heard a door open but didn’t pay it much mind, turning a page as you glanced up for a moment but they immediately flicked back up.
You lowered your book a bit, squinting against the sun despite the fact you were wearing sunglasses. The California sun unforgiving.
Michael walked out, appearing to not notice you but you knew he did, and you watched him silently, intent to enjoy the view while you had the chance.
You watched as he lifted his shirt over his head, his curls catching in the sun and his skin corded with lean muscle. Swim shorts low on his hips.
He dove into the pool, the water aquamarine and shimmering.
Michael broke the surface, shaking his head to rid himself of water and wiped at his eyes, looking at you over the ledge of the pool. He rested his arms on the edge, water beading up on his biceps and shoulders, eyes narrowing at you and you lowered your book, raising a brow.
"Get in," he said simply.
You blinked and lowered your glasses down your nose.
"What?"
"Get in.”
Your brow furrowed.
"Why?"
"Because I told you to"
Despite your scoff, you found yourself getting up anyway. His eyes watched you as you walked closer, each leg lowering into the water, goosebumps covering your flesh even though it was warm. The water wasn't too deep, but you were still on your toes as you neared him, momentarily entranced by the water dewed up on his lashes.
His dark eyes glowed as he briefly looked at your mouth.
Part of you was tempted to grab his neck and just say to hell with it.
You bit the inside of your cheek, “you’ve interrupted a perfectly good book.”
“My sincerest apologies,” he said with a slight bow of his head.
You laughed, “you’re not sorry at all.”
“I’m really not.”
“Why’d you want me in the pool?”
“You looked lonely.”
You splashed him a little. “No, I didn’t. I looked peaceful. Something that you ruined.”
He splashed some water at you. “I didn’t ruin anything. I’d hardly call what you were doing reading.”
You splashed him again. “And what would you call it?”
“Ogling.”
Your mouth fell open, “I was not ogling.” You went to send more water his way but his hand easily caught your wrist and brought you closer, both yours and his laughter mixing in with the sound of water hitting the side of the pool and you had blinked before you realized he’d easily, smoothly, maneuvered your arms to be around his neck and one of his secured itself around your waist.
For a man who seemed shy all the damn time, you were beginning to think it was a tactic to misdirect you. Take you off guard and surprise you.
You didn’t mind at all.
He was so warm, even in the cool water. Your chest pressed to his and your legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they wrapped around his waist. Telling yourself it was to keep your head above the water more efficiently.
He was breathtaking to see so close. Every curve and slight of bone, his eyes set low as he looked at you with a slight smile on his face and you repressed a shiver when his thumb ran back and forth against your back.
“Even if I was ogling, which I wasn’t, you aren’t one to talk.”
He clicked his tongue, his voice low and eyes not leaving your mouth as he spoke. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
His eyes shut briefly as your nails dragged along his scalp as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“So every time you walk out on those stairs, you aren’t watching me?”
Michael looked as if he had to think about it before shaking his head. “It’s not ringing a bell.”
You couldn’t help it as you smiled. “You’re such a liar.”
And just when you thought finally, when your eyes lowered to his mouth and he leaned in closer—
There was a sudden rush of footsteps before the loud sound of a splash met your ears, quickly followed by getting absolutely drenched.
“Tito man, come on.” Michael said, immensely irritated at his brother for ruining the moment but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as Marlon jumped in.
There were moments in between. Small but driving you just a bit more towards the madness that was impatience. Towards an itch that was growing insatiable.
Stolen glances across rooms and small smiles. Lingering touches that he had absolutely no excuse for, his hands dipping just a bit lower each time. Your bikini’s growing smaller by the day and praying he got the fucking hint, but so far… nothing.
You felt like you were slipping into hysterics fueled entirely by the base need to get fucked.
Half tempted to be so dramatic and start playing with yourself while you lay out on the back patio just to get the message across.
That would probably scare him off, though.
So, after mulling over a list of ridiculous ideas as you had another glass of wine, you settled on something with a finality.
It was late on a wednesday evening, the sun slipping just below the horizon and painting the sky in a vibrant orange that dusted into pink. You lowered your wine glass from your mouth, a faint red mark being left behind from the lipstick you had put on. One leg swinging a bit as you waited, adjusting the silk robe you had put on to make sure it was sitting just right. Admiring your new manicure every now again as the minutes ticked by.
The moment you heard the door open, your eyes flicked up. Catching sight of his usual routine of only a polite glance before making his way down the stairs.
Not tonight, though.
“Michael.” Your voice carried across the warm air evenly and he paused immediately, turning to look at you with an expectant expression hidden poorly on his face.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you swirled the wine around.
“Would you like to come over?”
Two minutes later he was slowly stepping out onto your patio, shutting the door softly behind him and watching you with an openness that made it a little hard to breathe.
You stood there, watching him just as carefully as you set down your glass of wine, feeling your heartbeat ring in your ears as Michael came to a stop just in front of you. Hands in his pockets and head tilted just slightly. Looking painfully romantic in the low lighting.
Your eyes met his and slowly, with hands you hoped weren’t shaking, you began to untie your robe. Watching with a keen fascination as he swallowed, his throat working as his eyes flicked down to the action.
He said your name so quietly you barely heard it as your robe opened, the hot summer night kissing your exposed skin.
Michael’s eyes flicked to his house, wary given you two were outside and anyone could see but your hand reached out to grab his wrist. Gently tugging him closer and like it was second nature to him, his fingers slid along the warm skin of your waist as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest and his breath hitching at the feeling of your nearly naked body against his.
His pupils were blown, eyes so dark they looked like ink as they slid from your own to your shoulder and he gently pulled the fabric away, letting it pool at your feet.
He took you in, a content sigh leaving him.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
You smiled, “that’s the idea.”
One would say this was terribly bold considering you two hadn’t even kissed yet, but can you blame a girl for being desperate?
As if reading your mind, or likely the wanton expression that was likely apparent on your face, one of his hands lifted to cup the side of your throat as his face lowered, lips meeting yours with an even pressure that made you lean back a bit from the force of it.
Hardly a moment passed before a string seemed to snap. Both your common sense and his fading into nothingness because not a moment later he was all over you.
Your hands were greedy as you pulled at his clothes, finding the barrier between your bodies immensely annoying. His own fingers seemed hellbent on exploring every inch of you. Warm, larger than yours, and calloused. One hand winding in your hair to tug your head back and your mouth fell open from the action, giving him more access and a sound left the back of your throat as his tongue slid past your teeth and tangled with yours.
When one of his hands came up to cup your breast, the sound that left you was woefully pathetic but it only seemed to encourage him. His fingers adding more pressure as his head then danced down, mouth leaving yours only to land on one of your hardened nipples. Your head thrown back from the sensitivity of it and hands burying in his hair.
You hardly noticed him lowering you to the ground, the transition of positions so seamless it made you slightly lightheaded. Only taking note when the soft grass met your back and you looked down to see his tongue trailing hot and wet kisses lower and lower. Lips dusting over your hip and you sucked in a breath when his eyes rose to meet your own.
The sight of Michael between your thighs was nearly enough to make you come then and there. In fact, you nearly thought you might as you watched his tongue slide past his lips before licking a line up from your pussy to your clit. His eyes never leaving yours like he was intent on gauging your exact reaction to his touch.
Your mouth dropped open from the sensation, back arching a bit off the ground and hand slapping over your mouth as he continued to eat you out. His fingers digging into your thighs to hold you open as his lips closed around your clit, the point of his tongue tracing patterns into it that made you see stars.
When one of his fingers slowly sank into you, the whine that left you was nearly piercing and you bit harshly into your bottom lip.
Michael laughed lightly against you, the vibration shooting straight into your cunt.
“Don’t go being shy now, you’re the one who wanted to do this out here.”
Before you could even contemplate a response, he added a second finger. The smile on his face sharp and glistening from your wetness and you whined again.
“Please.”
He hummed, picking up his pace and curling his fingers a bit. Hitting a sweet spot inside of you that made you tilt even closer to the edge.
“You’re a lawyer, baby. I know you can use your words.”
If you werent seconds away from an orgasm you would’ve rolled your eyes, but instead your fingers dug into the soil, your hips rising up to meet his fingers.
“I… fuck, I want you to make me come.”
His teeth sunk into his lip, “fingers or my mouth?”
“Both.”
“Atta girl.” Not a moment later he lowered, tongue flattening over your clit as he picked back up his force and when his other hand applied pressure on your lower abdomen that was it.
You came with a cry, eyes screwing shut and hands in his hair as you ground against his face, riding out your high in a way that nearly felt violent.
You could hardly breathe, your chest heaving and Michael only made it worse when he lifted himself up on one arm, his hand that had been fucking you rising to his lips and you watched in a lust induced haze as he slid the digits into mouth, his eyes shutting at the taste of you.
You didn’t feel bad at all as you grabbed him by his shirt and quite literally dragged him into your house.
He laughed as he followed you, trying to kick off his shoes as he went. Your neediness was thick in the air and you had no intention of waiting till you got to your room. Instead coming to a stop in your living room and pulling him close, the sight of his hard on in his trousers making your mouth water because good Lord, he was huge.
Just the thought of him filling you with his cock made your thighs clench.
Michael’s hands settled on your waist, though not gently, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you against him, his hips thrusting forward to grind into you and he groaned, face falling to the crook of your neck as he started to leave open mouthed kisses there.
“How do you want me?” He asked, his cadence rough around the edges and coated in sin.
You turned in his hold, bending over the armrest of your couch and looking back at him over your shoulder, your own smile wicked as his head fell back a bit as he groaned. The sight of your still swollen and wet pussy being on display for him like this and one of his hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass as his other easily undid his belt.
His pants lowering not a moment later and when you actually saw him your eyes widened.
“Christ.”
“I just know you’re gonna take me so well,” he whispered, eyes still entranced by the sight of your cunt as he began to pump his cock a few times before lining the tip up with your entrance. The feeling of the large and smooth head against you made you shiver and he splayed one hand on your back, pushing you down a bit so your back arched.
Then he started to push in, inch by inch and the sound that left him didn’t entirely seem human.
Your own fingers dug into the cushions, a whine being caught in your throat along with your heartbeat as he slowly sank in all the way to the hilt.
You’d never felt so fucking full before.
“Michael, please—“
He dragged back out before his hips snapped forward, his other hand coming to grab ahold of your hip as he yanked you down on his cock.
The lewd sound of sex echoed around the room, skin slapping skin and wetness from your arousal and previous orgasm was dripping down your thighs like tears.
“God, look at you.” He moaned, hips rolling against you in a way that was special to dancers. His cock hitting every single spot inside of you that was dancing on the edge of painful and delicious.
“Good girl, taking me so well.”
You whimpered, pushing back into him at the praise.
You suddenly felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing tight circles into it and by god you actually screamed.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Michael, I’m… gonna—“ there was a searing hot coil in your stomach about to collapse and he changed the angle of his thrusts just slightly and that did it.
Your pussy spasmed around his cock as you came with a cry, burying your face in the cushions and not a moment later you heard him moan your name before you felt something hot start to trickle between your legs as he fucked his cum back into you.
He then melted on top of you, his skin slick with sweat and warm. Chest heavy and heart beat rapid as it rattled through your ribs.
“That was… Jesus, Michael.”
He laughed, short and sharp before you felt him place a kiss to your shoulder.
★
His hand gripped your waist firmly as the cascade of flashes rained down upon them, the release party for Thriller in full swing. His grin warm as his eyes danced down to you next to him, your hand rested on his chest as you smiled for the photos.
You two had been trying to keep a low profile for the most part, the only people even knowing Michael Jackson had a girlfriend being his family and Quincy.
You didn’t mind, completely understanding his preference for privacy. After all, you had your own career you were focused on, not really caring to be in any form of spotlight for longer than was needed.
You assured him you didn’t mind, saying you’d be there for him happily whenever he wanted. Whether that was an award show or in private moments in his studio.
But you felt like a grounding presence for him. Something to ease his mind when the world got loud, which lately, was always.
And he wanted to share this milestone with you, not wanting to keep you hidden away for forever. Because that was his plan.
Forever.
He’d already browsed a few rings. Losing his mind over trying to decide what you liked. Doing his best to ask questions about jewelry in as subtle a way as possible. Not knowing if it was too soon or not.
But he wanted forever with you. In this lifetime and the next.
He leaned over slightly, placing a kiss to your temple, just wanting to touch you.
You looked up at him, eyes shining and cheeks dusted and rosy.
“What?”
“I love you.”
You bit your bottom lip as you smiled at him.
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a/n: i started to fall asleep while proof reading this and gave up bc i need to go to bed but i know i needed to post so if there’s typos in this i apologize— i’ll edit them out later lolz
