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ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, '85

Can I request a Micheal x quiet! reader, moreover a reader with a resting sad face? Like there on a date, either with Micheal showing her his animals—or out to eat at a diner l couldn't decide myself m'sorry) and he's in a somewhat internal panic about her not having a good time, despite her actually having a good time, and having to reassure him about it.

Thank you,

ThrillerEra!Michael Jackson x Reader

warnings: none

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A/N: I have to post requests like this because tumblr is being fussy 😑

You walked half a step behind Michael, your hands loosely clasped in front of the simple sundress you had chosen to wear. You were an incredibly quiet person, you’d usually prefer to spend your nights alone, kicking your feet on the bed while flipping through a book. Yet somehow something about Michael pulled at you, which is how you ended up here.

You knew you carried a trait that confused a lot of people, and that was having a sad resting face. Even when experiencing happiness, your natural features always seemed sad, like you were quietly upset about something. You couldn’t count the amount of times people had asked you, “what’s wrong?” Or told you to “cheer up.”

Michael had spent two weeks busy in his studio, and the second he found himself having a free afternoon, he didn’t hesitate to call you.

You had been thrilled. You were still thrilled. As you watch him walk ahead of you, your heart thumps with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“Look over here, that’s where we're building a new place for the llamas,” Michael said, turning his head back to you. His large eyes scan your face, looking for a reaction.

You looked over to the place he was pointing at. You loved how much he cared for animals. You nodded slowly, gaze dragging back towards him. “It’s beautiful, Michael.”

Your voice came out quiet, you were lost in thought. Michael’s smile faltered, a sudden, panic sharp in his chest. He interpreted your silence as unhappiness. He lived in a world where he had to constantly entertain people, and seeing you look solemn was like a physical blow to his chest.

His mind overlapped with new thoughts, one after another: is she bored of me? Should I have chosen somewhere else to take her? Does she not like me?

He swallowed hard, his fingers moving nervously to tug at the collar of his shirt. “We can go look at the deer next,” he said quickly, his words tumbling frantically, desperate to make you feel more thrilled. “The deer are much better. They’re very gentle. They come up right to the fence.”

He reached out, his long fingers gently wrapping around your wrist to pull you along the path. His touch was warm, soothing, yet carried a telltale tremor of anxiety that you couldn’t quite understand. You quietly followed him, your shoes crunching against the gravel. You felt completely content, basking in the sun’s warmth, feeling the heat melt away the tension in your shoulders while being happily dragged away by Michael.

When you reached the deer enclosure, the setting sun was painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink and purple. While you were distracted Michael gently plucked a nearby plant.

“Here,” he murmured, he grabbed the back of your hand gently, pushing a clover into your open palm, his fingers lingering a second longer than necessary. You looked up, his pleading eyes catching yours. “Just hold your hand out really still. Like this.”

He demonstrated, extending his own hand over the wooden fence, three clovers resting against his palm. A young doe stepped towards the fence, eyes curious and wide. She easily nibbled the clover out of Michael’s hand, her wet nose brushing against his palm.

Instead of watching the doe, Michael’s eyes remained on you, watching the side of your face, tracking the movement of your eyelashes, his eyes momentarily dropping down to your lips. He was desperate for signs that showed that you were having a good time.

You stepped closer to the rail, repeating the movements Michael had demonstrated, extending your hand over the wooden fence. Your heart swelled as the doe shifted her attention towards you, snatching the clover out of your hand.

Michael pouted slightly. The silence, the way you sighed, the heavy look still settled onto your features which unraveled him completely. He felt an agonising wave of heartbreak washing over him.

“You want to go home, don’t you?” The question was so quiet, it took you by surprise. Why would you want to go home? Your brow furrowed.

Michael didn’t want to keep you here if you didn’t want to stay, he’d never force you to do something you wouldn’t want to do.

He did everything he could to prevent you from seeing how your mood affected him, he was failing of course.

“What?” You whispered, taking a step forward towards him. “Michael, no. Why would I want to go home?”

“You look so upset.” He confessed, his brow furrowing into an agonising line of worry. “You seem sad. You’ve barely said much, are you sure you’re okay?”

Your lips parted slightly, a sudden wave of hot, embarrassment etching its way through you. You started at him, you had been completely oblivious to the massive misunderstanding that had been brewing in his head.

“Michael…” you said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted suddenly, his fingers nervously twitching. “I should’ve planned something better. I'm sorry, I really just wanted to see you. I’ve missed you. I don’t know what to do on dates-”

“Michael, stop.” And suddenly you were standing right in front of him, your palm sliding over the back of his hand, steadying the anxious tremor in his hand. His eyes fluttered with woe. He was vibrating with restless energy. Your heart felt suddenly full realising how much Michael truly cared about what you felt.

“I’m not sad, Michael.” You said timidly. “I’m having the most wonderful time. I love being here, with you.”

Michael blinked, his head tilting. Despite being confused, his features evidently flushed with a wave of relief at your words. “But you seemed so sad.”

You shook your head, “I just have a sad resting face. Even when I’m the happiest, my natural expression always makes me seem sad. I promise you, I love spending time with you.” You said softly.

Michael stared at you. His mouth slightly parted, his brown eyes tracing every single line of your features as if he was rereading a book and this time understanding the true meaning. All of the restlessness, and impatience slowly melting from him.

“A resting sad face?” Michael questioned, his voice taking a curious tilt.

“Yes.” You groaned, looking down at your feet, completely embarrassed. “It’s awful, people ask me what’s wrong at least three times a week. I didn’t think it would make you panic.”

“You didn’t make me panic,” Michael lied, though the flush of pink creeping up his neck and dusting his ears told a different story. His fingers catching your chin, taking a better look at your features. “Okay maybe I did panic a little, I thought you were getting fed up with me.”

“I could never be fed up with you, Michael.”

“Good.” Michael leaned down, kissing your cheekbone. “Now let me go show you the rest of my animals.” He beamed.

❤︎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ thrill her night. ⸝⸝ thriller era michael jackson x fem reader

│ summary: its halloween night, and your best friend janet has the perfect night planned. that is, unless you get caught sneaking out. unfortunately, fate does not seem to be on your side tonight! │ byi: 18+ (smut - nsfw.) │ a/n: im so sorry this fic came out way later than i wanted it to augh (don't work holiday weekends they're actual hell) │ w/c: 6.0K (sorry got carried away with plot)

You and Janet both had your heels in your hands as you carefully crept down the stairs of the Hayvenhurst mansion. The house was fairly quiet except for the whole movie gathering in the den where everyone was watching scary movies. It was Halloween night, and you two had planned everything perfectly, just like last year.

Just freedom, music, and a wild Beverly Hills party on Janet's itinerary.

You reached the bottom step, exchanging triumphant whoops, when a familiar voice cut through the darkness.

"And just where do you two think you're going?"

Katherine Jackson stood at the hallway entrance in her robe, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Janet froze. You tried to hide your heels behind your back.

"Momma! Hey! We we're just..." Janet quickly shot you a look

"Going Trick or Treating?" you offered weakly, flashing your most innocent smile.

Katherine's eyebrow arched higher. "At this hour? In those costumes?" She shook her head, clearly unimpressed.

Katherine sighed, cuaght in her own trap, she figured the best thing to do was beg. "Momma, please, we'll be fine on our own. You know me."

Katherine gave her a long, knowing look. "That's right. I do know you. Which means you're going with one of your brothers."

Janet sighed dramatically, still pleading, "Mommaaa, pleaseee—"

Katherine shook her head and started to walk toward the den. "Marlon! Come here for a second sweetheart!"

"If they're going to that party I said I'm not taking them!" Marlon called back from the den, sounding thoroughly uninterested.

Katherine sighed again and turned. "Michael!"

Michael sighed, throwing his head back agaisnt the couch cushions, "Why's it always gotta be me..." he muttered, but he still dragged himself up.

He trudged into the hallway with a plain white tee, plaid pajama pants, and socked feet. "Yes?"

"Change your shirt and drive the girls to their party," Katherine said firmly. "They're not going alone."

Michael glanced at you and Janet in your costumes, heels in hand, and let out another soft sigh. "...Ma... I was watching—"

"No arguments," Katherine interrupted gently but decisively. "Go on. And don't wake the whole house up when you return."

Michael gave in with one last resigned look and headed upstairs to change. A few minutes later he came back down in his red and yellow jacket, a cap, and a pair of tinted sunglasses, ready to play reluctant chaperone.

"Oh yeah, real convincing Mike, use the exact same jacket you used for your music video." Janet rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "That's sure to totally not get us caught!"

Michael groaned, yanking the door open, "Can we just go?"

You and Janet excitedly walked down the long driveway to Bill's car, talking distinctively to each other, "Maybe we can just pretend he isn't there." Janet whispered to you.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Michael said dryly from a few steps behind, shoving his hands in his pockets with a sigh.

Janet giggled while you tried to hide your smile. "Come on, he's not that bad, right?" you said, turning around to look at him.

Michael locked eyes with you, and your heart almost came up out of your mouth. He was smiling so genuinely that it made the corners of his eyes crinkle. For a second, he looked almost happy to be there.

You never saw Michael as anything more than Janet's older brother. And when he released those two albums, it shifted to your best friend's famous older brother you had absolutely had no chance with. But that didn't mean you weren't like every other girl who had a massive crush on him ever since he became just "Michael Jackson."

But right now, you realized how privileged you were to be as close to him as you were. In his house, going to a party with him, seeing him almost every day, holding conversations, smelling his cologne. You let those thoughts speak your next words for you.

"Yeah… he's not that bad," you added quietly, feeling a flutter in your chest.

Janet watched as you and Michael kept each other's eyes for too long, and interrupted, "Gross!"

You both snapped out of it with a laugh. Michael shook his head, the shy smile still lingering as he opened the car door for you two. "Get in before I change my mind."

"Is this is Janet?" Bill asked, peeking in through the rearview mirror. He had pulled in just by the corner of the driveway, where dozens of other cars piled together. The music coming from inside the house was loud enough to feel the bass in your chest even from the street.

Janet sat up and looked out the window, "Yup! This is it!" She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and tugged on your hand, "Come on girl, we're missing it!"

Michael shook his head, fixing his cap further down to cover his eyes the best he could, "This is so dumb... I'm gonna get recognized."

You giggled, undoing your belt and stepping out of the car with Janet and Michael, "You'll be fine, just... don't do the karaoke or they'll definitely suspect something."

Michael let out a soft laugh despite himself, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "No promises. Let's just get this over with."

Inside the Beverly Hills mansion, the party was in full swing. You and Janet immediately hit the dance floor, laughing and spinning under the flashing lights. Michael hovered near the wall, trying his best to blend in.

If there was one thing about Michael, he was an observer. He watched quietly from the sidelines as you and Janet danced, then his gaze flicked over to the various couples eating each other's faces, the very obvious illegal drug transaction happening next to him. He often wondered why Janet opted to these shit holes when he could get you and her both to way better parties than whatever this was.

He was mid sipping on whatever concoction they were serving in the punch bowl, when he saw you sipping on the exact same thing. The same exact thing that definitely had alcohol in it.

He swiftly pushed through the crowd of bodies all pressed up against each other, mumbling excuse me's and sorries while keeping his head down and voice low, until he was right behind you. You were just nursing on the red plastic cup when someone plucked the drink right out of your hand.

"Hey— What do you think—" You turned around quickly, ready to snap, but the words died in your throat when you saw Michael standing there, cup in hand, looking equal parts concerned and disappointed.

"What do you think you're doing,” he fired back softly, voice low enough for only you to hear over the music. "You're only nineteen. You shouldn't be drinking this."

The alcohol already warming your veins made you pout playfully. "It's just one, Mike. Come on… Like you didn't drink even younger than me." You swayed side to side with your head tucked in.

Michael's expression softened, but he didn’t hand the cup back. Instead, he set it down on a nearby table, his voice still gentle but firm. "That's... That's not the point. C'mon, let's get you some water."

He slid one arm behind you, just barely touching behind your back, guiding you towards the kitchen. You started going reluctantly, turning to look a t him as you walked. "You know, when Katherine asked you to chaperone us, I didn't think you would take it literal."

He gave a small laugh, glancing down at you. "Somebody's gotta keep you out of trouble. Janet's a bad influence, and you…" He paused, voice dropping softer, "well, you're just you."

The kitchen was less crowded, just a few people refilling drinks. Michael found a bottle of water and cracked it open for you, watching carefully as you took a sip. You leaned against the counter, eyes sparkling up at him, the alcohol making you bolder than usual.

"You're cute when you're all protective, you know that?" you teased, reaching out to lightly tug the zipper of his jacket.

His ears flushed pink under the cap. "Stop that," he muttered, but he didn’t move away.

Before he could say anything else, a tall brute in a vampire cape came slugging through the kitchen, clearly drunk and zeroed in on you. He shoulder-checked Michael as he leaned against the counter beside you.

"Ay, sweetheart, why you wasting time with this stiff? Let me show you a real good time." His eyes raked over you.

You smiled shyly, your arms instinctively coming up to wrap around yourself out of uncomfortableness. The guy started blabbing on about his sports cars, how his dad owned multiple dealerships, and how he could "show you a real ride." His breath reeked of alcohol as he leaned in way too close, completely ignoring Michael's presence.

Michael stood there stiff, fists clenched at his sides. He felt the need to intervene. But he also felt that it wasn't his place to do so. You were a grown woman. Still, when the guy leaned in even closer, his hand reaching out like he was about to touch you. Those gross hands who've probably so far down his pants? Heck no. So, by the might in everything in him, he spoke up.

"Hey man, I don't think she's interested." he cut in, voice ever so quiet, almost hesitant. Michael was never one for confrontation, but the sight of that guy making you visibly uncomfortable did a number on him.

The guy laughed, looking Michael up and down. "Buzz off, man. Who the hell are you, her dad? She can speak for herself."

You chimed in, ready to back Michael's claim, "M'sorry but I'm really not interested." You shook your head, uncrossing your arms to back away from him.

Michael swallowed hard, ears burning, but he didn't back off. "She already said she's not interested… so please just leave her alone."

You could see how tense he was—fists still clenched, shoulders tight, like he was ready to run out the door if the chance was given—but he was doing it anyway. For you.

The guy finally acknowledged Michael, for all the wrong reasons. He stood up tall, walking right up to him pressing his broad chest right against Michael. "Yeah? And what if I don't?"

Now, Michael wasn't exactly six feet tall and two hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle, but if it's one thing he learned from growing up with four older brothers, he knew how to fight and defend himself.

Michael stayed planted, even as the much bigger guy pressed up against him. He took in a deep breath, and clenched his fist, ready to throw the first swing. Michael was all above confrontation, and definitely, was not a fighter, so when a girl in a flashy pink costume got in between the two of them and forced herself in Michael's line of sight, he nearly sighed a breath of relief.

"Are you—Oh—Oh my gosh, you're Michael Jackson!" She shrieked, pulling out her

The kitchen erupted.

"Michael Jackson?"

"Where?"

"Michael Jackson!"

"It's really him!"

"No way, let's go get an autograph!"

The vampire guy's aggressive stance collapsed instantly. His broad chest pulled back, eyes wide with shock as the crowd surged forward. He finally spoke, almost breaking down. "Michael Jackon... Dude, I'm like your biggest fan!"

Before you could process anything, Michael got sucked into a crowd of people, pushing and shoving to get past you to get to the superstar. The energy in the kitchen had completely flipped from tense standoff to chaotic fan frenzy in seconds.

Michael's eyes widened in panic. He tried to stay calm, even telling other people to mind each other, like trying direct traffic at a broken intersection.

You sunk back further into the crowd, looking for Janet. You tried the empty spots of the house that used to be alive with people bumping to music, when someone caught your wrist from behind.

You whipped around quickly, Janet. "Girl, what on earth is going on in the kitchen?" she asked, eyes wide with confusion and amusement.

You grabbed her hand, breathless. "Some idiot tried to fight Michael, then his cover got blown! The well you know the rest."

Janet's eyes lit up. "Oh my God, come on!"

The both of you bee lined to the door to the mansion, waving Bill down the block. He pulled up quickly, sensing the urgency, "Michael?" Michael, Janet, and you practically dove into the car. "He's still in there! They found him out!"

Bill didn’t need more explanation. He sighed, parking the car, and almost ripped the car door off its hinges before furiously marching into the storm, "I knew this was a bad idea."

A few tense minutes later, Bill re-emerged with a very frazzled Michael in tow. Michael's cap was crooked, his jacket rumpled, and his face was flushed from the attention. Behind them both, the crowd followed like zombies in an apocalypse.

Michael and Bill rushed to the car, Michael sliding into the car between you and Janet, breathing hard.

"Go, Bill. Please," Michael said quietly.

Bill didn't hesitate. He pulled away quickly, leaving the chaos behind.

"What in the world did you girls do?" Bill peeked back into the rearview mirror, all while keeping his eyes on the road.

Janet burst out laughing. "We didn't do anything! Some drunk guy tried to hit on her, Michael stepped in, then someone recognized him and the whole place went crazy!"

You leaned forward, still buzzing from the alcohol and adrenaline. "It was wild, Bill. Michael totally looked like he was about to throw a punch."

Michael sank lower in his seat, ears burning red. "Can we not talk about that part?" he mumbled, but there was a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

Bill just shook his head, chuckling. "I knew this was a bad idea from the start. You two especially are trouble."

The rest of the ride back to Hayvenhurst was filled with you and Janet happily babbling about how fun and chaotic the night had been, with Michael silently sulking in the middle seat.

Janet kicked off her heels by her bedroom door, "Oh my gosh did you see that girl totally flashing Michael?"

You burst out laughing, leaning against the wall in the hallway as you peeled off your own shoes. "I thought he was gonna melt into the floor! Poor baby was so red."

Michael, who had been trailing behind you both with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, let out a mortified groan. "You guys are sick. Sick!" His room was just across from Janet's.

Janet grinned like the cat who got the cream, blowing Michael a kiss before disappearing into her room, "Night Mikey!~"

The door clicked shut, leaving the hallway quiet except for the faint creak of the old mansion settling. Michael nodded to you, and mouthed goodnight, opening the door to his room and slipping inside quietly.

Outside, you stood there for a second, heart racing. Your cheeks still carried a warm blood, however, this time you weren't sure if it was the alcohol doing its thing.

It's no secret to anyone Michael was a cute young guy, not to mention hilarious, talented, gentlemanly, generous, kind, and a whole bunch of other things your buzzed mind didn't want to go digging for. He was, is, the perfect boyfriend. The perfect lover. And, probably, the best love maker.

You shook your head, embarrassed. The cocktail punch was still working its magic, making your thoughts hazy and your body warm. You shook your head, trying to push down the butterflies.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you stepped forward and gently knocked on Michael's door. Your thoughts raced. Crap.

The door opened almost immediately, and Michael stood there in just his t-shirt and pajama pants, looking a bit surprised. "Hey… everything alright?" he whispered, voice low so he wouldn't wake the house.

"I... I just wanted to say thank you again... for sticking up for me at the party." You rubbed your socked feet together and twiddled your fingers. "That was really sweet of you."

Michael gave you that crinkly-eyed smile, leaning against the doorframe. "You don't have to thank me. I wasn't gonna let that guy bother you." He paused, noticing the way you were lingering, but decided not to make it awkward.

You looked up at him through your lashes, the hallway light casting a soft glow on his face. Your voice came out quieter. "...I think you're like—really, really cute, Mike."

Michael's eyes found yours for a second, and he let his head fall to hide the smile he had going on. He shifted his weight, one hand still on the doorframe like he needed the support. "…Thank you. That's… that's real sweet of you to say."

You stepped a little closer, the warmth in your chest spreading lower. The alcohol made everything feel softer around the edges. You reached out and lightly touched the front of his t-shirt, fingers lightly tracing the fabric. "I really mean it. Tonight… the way you stood up for me… it was hot. You're always so sweet, Mike. I've been thinking about it the whole ride back. About... you."

He swallowed hard, those big eyes flicking between your face and your hand on his chest. "You're tipsy..." he murmured.

You furrowed your brows, acting offended, "I am not!"

Michael's lips twitched like he was fighting a smile, but his eyes stayed soft. "Okay… maybe a little," he whispered. He glanced down the hallway like he expected someone to appear any second, then back to you. His hand came up, hesitant, and gently grabbed the top of your head to shake it a little. "You should probably get some sleep. We can… talk tomorrow if you want."

But you didn’t move. You stepped fully into his space, pressing your palm flat against his chest where you could feel his heart hammering.

"I don't want to talk tomorrow," you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes. "I want… to thank you properly. Right now." Your fingers curled into his shirt.

Michael swallowed hard, his hands moving to hover at his sides. He thought hard. He never really had a reason to see you more than Janet's friend. And while yes, you threw your flirty and perverted jokes towards him, you did it to everyone. Including his brothers. Especially if you had been drinking. Now, Michael was never one to take advantage of a woman, especially if she had a drink or two.

His voice was gentle, almost like a plea when he spoke, "I don't… I don't want to take advantage."

"I know what I’m doing, Mike,” you cut in, pulling him just a little closer to your face by his collar, "Come on... can I... thrill your night?" You probably looked so dumb, face flushed with alcohol and nerves, but the way Michael's eyes pleaded with yours told you he didn't think so at all.

He let out a shaky breath, his hand finally coming up to cover yours on his chest. He smirked, looking at you with those earnest, handsome doe eyes. "I'm pretty sure the saying goes—'thrill her night.'"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Be quiet, dummy." You leaned in and mashed your lips onto his; he kissed you back immediately. One of his hands came behind your back, and the other cupped the back of your head gently, pulling you into him. The kiss deepened fast, and you felt the flutter in your chest spread lower, heat pooling between your thighs. Michael kissed you like he was starving for it, with a growing hunger that made your head spin, and your knees weak enough to the point you were almost sinking to your knees while Michael held you upright.

You tugged at his t-shirt impatiently. He broke the kiss, breathlessly, "...Wow."

You nodded in agreement, and pushed him further into his room, closing the door behind you. The lock turned under your fingers. The rest of the house was quiet, but your heart was pounding loud enough to fill the space.

Michael's back hit the edge of his bed as you kissed him again. His hands came to explore your body with the intentions of photo capturing every detail, so it stayed sharp in his mind. When you tugged insistently at his t-shirt, he broke the kiss just long enough to help you pull it off.

You immediately reattached to his lips like a leech, letting your cool hands explore his warm toned stomach, which flinched at the touch, and his whines that spilled into your connected mouths.

Michael shivered under your fingertips, a soft, breathy sound escaping him as your hands traveled lower. You left his lips again, and he stayed propped up on his elbows watching you take off your costume sweater. All you had left on were your knee-high socks and skirt.

His eyes darkened, that hunger deepening as he drank you in. "You look… unreal," he whispered. He bit his lip as he watched you peel off only your panties, leaving the skirt on for more tease.

Michael's breath hitched in his throat. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the short skirt higher until it bunched around your waist, exposing you completely to him. His long slender fingers felt like heaven on your aching skin.

You let your legs spread slowly, letting him see what now belonged to him. "Oh… baby," he whispered, voice dripping with awe and desire. He tenderly stroked your inner thigh up and down, suppressing the urge to take you right then and there.

Michael got on top of you this time, placing little pepper kisses all over your face, and jaw, then your neck. You giggled, threading your fingers through his curls. He pulled back from you, looking down at the space between your legs, "Can... Can I try something?"

You nodded eagerly, still buzzing from the excitement and the heat between you. "Anything, Mike."

He smiled, more so to himself, and kissed down your body slowly—soft, open-mouthed kisses on your collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your stomach, your hips. When he reached your spread thighs, he settled between them steadily.

Michael looked up at you with those big, earnest doe eyes one more time, then leaned in.

He hesitantly let his tongue drag slowly from your entrance all the way up to your little nub in one long, wet stripe. He was hooked. He latched onto you with his warm wet mouth, and he moaned deeply against you, the wonderful vibration sending sparks through your core. "You taste so sweet,” he whispered. Then he really went for it.

He ate you out with focused and hungry devotion. His lips sealed around your swollen bundle of nerves, sucking gently, then flicking it teasingly with the tip of his tongue. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, ensuring they wouldn't close on him, and so that he had something to grab onto.

The heavenly sounds you sang went straight to the bulge straining in his soft pajama pants. He was helplessly humping the mattress like a dog in rut, desperate for any friction while he devoured you. You scent was intoxicating, like the pheromones you were releasing into the room controlled him. Michael's tongue never stopped—lapping, sucking, flicking your nub with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.

"Ohhh... Mike!" Your hands flew to the back of his head, pushing him further into you, all while you rocked your hips against him. He groaned in bliss, his thoughts truly going blank, all focused on the absolute intensity and heat of the moment. He was ravenous.

Your thighs trembled around his head. "Mike, right there—don't stop—I'm—" Your back arched violently off the bed, fingers tightening painfully in his curls as you came hard, gushing on his tongue and fingers. Michael kept licking and sucking you through every it all, lapping up everything like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, only gentling when you started to squirm from overstimulation.

He finally pulled back, face shiny with your juices, lips swollen, breathing ragged. Sitting back on his knees, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand with a smile. "Would you believe me if I said that was the first time I did that?"

You let out a breathless laugh, still flushed. "If that truly was your first time, then you're a natural." He looked so handsome, a fresh sheen of sweat covering his chest and face. You just wanted to eat him up. Your eyes darkened as your beckoned him over, "Mike, come here."

He obeyed with no question, crawling back up your body, and capturing you in a kiss to taste your own self on his tongue. Michael's tongue tangled with yours, sharing your flavor as his hard self pressed hot and heavy against your inner thigh. You reached down between you, slipping your hand into his pj pants, wrapping your fingers around his length. He was warm, hard, and so soft. You slowly stroked once upwards from base to tip. He whimpered into your mouth, hips bucking into your hand.

"Baby… please," he whispered, desperate.

You bit your lip, smiling sweetly, "Please what?" You teased, squeezing the tip of him softly.

He groaned, head falling to the crook of your neck, hands bracing on either side of your head while he struggled to remain whatever sanity he had left. "You know what."

"Say it, Mike,' you whispered. The way he was shaking above you—equal parts desperate and still trying his best to remain respectful—made your heart swell with something softer. "Tell me what you want."

He lifted his head just enough to look at you. Those big eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark. "I… I want you," he breathed, the words barely audible. "...Want to be inside you. Please, pretty baby… let me make you feel good."

You nodded, releasing him from your heavenly torture, "Okay angel."

He backed up from you, sitting on his knees again to pull his pjs pants down enough to free himself. You watched him do it, eyes darkening with hunger as he carefully grabbed himself with such gentle reverence. He was so pretty—curls sticking to the sweat on his forehead, chest rising and falling deeply, and the way he was trying to avoid eye contact while you were totally checking him out.

"Stop looking at me like that," he whispered, failing to hide the little smile spreading across the face.

"Like what?" you teased again, propping yourself on your elbows to get a better view of him, "It's not my fault you're so pretty."

Michael's shook his head lightly, but that shy smile grew as he crawled back over you. "Shut up."

He hovered there for a second, his cock lightly kissing your inner thigh for a second, before lining himself up.

"M'gonna put it inside, 'kay?" he whispered, looking at you. But at this point, he might just be seeing it out loud to remind himself what was happening.

You nodded eagerly, whispering breathlessly, "Okay." Now it felt real. You were about to make love with musical sensation Michael Jackson. What would the tabloids say?

With one hand braced beside your head and the other gently holding your hip, he pushed forward.

Your brows furrowed when he tried to push forward, the pressure building at your lips bordering on slightly painful. You drew in a breath, trying to tough it out, watching as he struggled to push inside.

Michael finally looked down where you two were touching, confused. "...It's not—I'm... It won't—" his cheeks burned as he tried again—gentle but unsuccessful. "I don't know why it's not… I'm trying—"

He eventually looked up at you, pleading, "....Help me?"

You nodded, fingers wrapping around his length, guiding the tip back to your entrance. "Try again," you whispered. "Slow."

Michael pushed forward once more, this time with your help. "Okay..." The head finally caught and slid inside you with ease, stretching you open to accommodate the size.

He gasped at the warm and wet tight heat enveloped him, "Oh… baby," he breathed, voice trembling. "Y—You feel—"

You finally released the breath you didn't even know you were holding, "Fuck—Michael..."

The stretch burned so good as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were finally flush against yours. Michael's eyes squeezed shut when he finally bottomed out, a stifled groan slipping out of him. His arms shook where they braced on either side of your head, little did you know he was actively fighting himself to not finish right inside you already.

A tiny bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he held perfectly still. Concern flooded your senses, and you turned your face to look at him, "You okay?"

Michael nodded quickly, eyes still squeezed shut. "Y-yeah… just— you feel too good," he whimpered. He pulled back from you to look where the two of you were perfectly connected, which was a huge mistake on his behalf.

The sight of himself buried deep inside your tight, glistening sex made his stomach flutter uncontrollably, and the little coil in his stomach almost sprung free. The size comparison to your little hole attempting to sheath him made his thoughts run wild. His voice cracked, "...Oh..."

Michael shook his head, trying to think of the saddest things possible. He hooked your legs over his shoulders earning a gasp from you from the sudden movement. "Baby I... I need to move, or I don't think I'm going to last like this..."

He trapped his lower lip between his teeth when he started moving, slow rolls of his hips, sliding easily inside you. His tip was perfectly kissing that sweet spongey spot inside you, the one that made your toes curl behind his ears.

You shook your head slowly back and forth, so lost in the sensation you could hardly speak. "Ohhh... Michael!" You slid your hand between the both of you to firmly press circles on your little bundle of nerves, the dual sensation burning a blissful hole right in the middle of your stomach.

Michael's lips parted slightly as he watched you, the way your breasts bounced upwards so adorably, the way your juices covered his length and his pubic area like some dirty claim to him. He reveled in the way you made those cute noises that made him go crazy for more.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence, he leaned forward, bracing his hands at the sides of your waist, and latched onto one of your breasts with his mouth.

His warm, wet tongue swirled around your little nub before he sucked it gently into his mouth. You cried out, hands flying upwards to clutch his curls, "Mike— oh God, yes—!" you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him there. The gentle pull on his hair made him moan helplessly against you, those sweet vibrations doing terrible things to you.

Michael pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny, "Baby... My family— They're gonna hear you..." He teased with a small smile, placing his hand over your mouth gently.

You rolled your eyes playfully and pushed his hand away, "But you make me feel so good pretty baby..."

Michael blushed, nuzzling his face into your neck where he began to place open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there. He was so close, the way you were squeezing him and sucking him in each time he drove backwards activated the muscles down there that it was soon time to release.

Michael breathed heavily into your neck, "You feel... like heaven—"

His thrusts grew erratic, short and desperate as he chased his release. He pulled back to look between the both of you, before looking into your eyes again, "Where... Where do you want me?"

"Inside," you gasped immediately, your legs locked around his neck, pulling him in deep.

Michael's eyes fluttered shut at your words, a broken whimper escaping him, "But—"

You cut him off, cupping his face gently, "I'm on the pill. S'fine."

He nodded weakly, enveloping you in a bear hug essentially folding you in half. "I'm— Gonna come..." he whined against your neck, voice cracking.

"Come on, angel," you gasped, clenching around him. "Fill me up— please—"

It was all so much for him. Your tight heat begged for him to spill inside, and how much of a gentleman would he be if he denied her lady such a thing? Michael buried himself to the hilt, his whole body shuddering as he came hard. Thick ropes expelled from him as they painted your insides a creamy white. With each pulse he whimpered into your neck where your hair covered him like a veil.

The feeling of him letting loose inside you made that coil inside you burn hot and snap beautifully. Your orgasm crashed over you in intense waves, walls fluttering and milking him for everything he had. Your legs trembled over his shoulders, a muffled cry escaping you as buried your face in his neck.

When the euphoric moment finally ebbed, he carefully lowered your legs, kissing your calves on the way down. He pulled out with a soft hiss, the view of his length and your heat coated in both your slick and his spend almost made him ready for round two. Instead, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and collapsed beside you. Two seconds in he remembered his manners and jumped up, sliding to the bathroom to retrieve a damp cloth to clean you.

He was so gentle, almost reverent, as he wiped you clean, murmuring soft apologies when you twitched. "There." He folded the cloth neatly, patting your hip gently, "All clean." He leaned down and kiss your thigh where there was already a forming bruise where he gripped you too hard. "Sorry 'bout that..."

You smiled sleepily, twirling a loose strand of your hair. "Worth it."

Michael smiled, shaking his head, crawling back on to the bed, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest under the covers. You nuzzled your face comfortably into his neck, inhaling the scent of him. His heavenly cologne and the light musk and sweat from earlier activities.

"...Mmm, you smell really good angel face."

Michael let out a soft, groan slash whine. "Stop it, you know what you're doing." he whispered, pressing a small kiss to your hair.

That night you fell comfortably asleep in his arms, safe from the quarrels of whatever previous troubles that had been building up. Because Michael really had a way of licking the slate clean.

The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of the Hayvenhurst kitchen. Marlon and Janet were up early, perched at the large kitchen island, picking at plates of eggs and toast while chatting in low voices.

Michael padded downstairs in his pajama pants and a loose t-shirt, hair still a wild mess from sleep, eyes half-lidded. He made a beeline for the freezer, still remaining polite, "Morning." He pulled out a tub of his favorite ice cream inspecting the box carefully.

Janet glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face the second she saw him. She took a slow sip of her juice, eyes sparkling with knowing delight.

"So, Michael... Someone had a thrilling night," she said sweetly, giving the biggest smile her face would allow.

Michael froze, ice cream in his hand, back still facing his siblings. His entire face burned in mere seconds.

Janet giggled, nudging her brother with her elbow, "Right, Marlon, you heard it?"

Marlon stopped with his fork halfway in his mouth, looking between Janet and Michael. Utterly confused, he spoke, "Huh?"

Michael snatched the entire tub, clutched it to his chest like a lifeline, and bolted for the stairs without another word—nearly tripping over his own socked feet in his haste. The sound of his door slamming upstairs sealed the deal.

Marlon blinked slowly, fork settling on the plate. "...What the hell was that about?"

Janet just burst out laughing, covering her mouth as she shook her head. "Oh, nothing. Eat your eggs, Marlon."

SUGAR TALKIN’—🪽་༘ ˚!mature michael x !bratty reader… michael finds out you’ve been spending your time shopping for luxury items to grab his attention while he’s busy creating his new album, invincible. He doesn’t care about the money, of course not, but he wants to use it to his advantage to punish you.

-★ spanking, PIV intercourse, humping, !dom michael, sorta degrading?, dacryphilia if u squint??, denying orgasms, but lots of praise :p, sweet michael aftercare.

(not proofread so i apologize for mistakes <3) and i wrote this while listening to break of dawn and lady in my life so take that as you will 🦢

wc: 1k+

MASTERLIST

Your polished nails point against the glistening glass of your favorite jewelry shop.

“that one please, it’s beautiful.” You speak politely to the woman behind the counter with a sweet smile.

Your slender fingers point at a beautiful necklace crafted from polished gold that catches the light with every movement. The chain is elegant, leading to a sparkling pendant adorned with shimmering diamonds.

“Alright Mrs. Jackson i’ll prepare that for you, the total would be 23,400 dollars today.” She replies with a smile as she pulls the necklace out from its storage.

“Completely fine doll, thank you so much.” You reply as you swiftly remove Michael’s card from your handbag and place it on the delicate glass.

You’ve recently been spending Michael’s money more and more, a desperate endeavor to gain his attention. He constantly has been spending day and night in his studio or his office to craft the perfect lyrics or create a unforgettable beat for his new album “invincible.” You decided to attempt to grab his attention by buying a new lingerie set and necklaces to try on, and do a little fashion show for him when he arrived home later.

The worker places her hand on the card and picks it up to swipe it as she hands the dainty white bag to you.

“Thank you again ma’am.” you say softly as you turn on your heel and place your sunglasses back on to head to the next store.

You arrive at victoria’s secret, searching the isles and racks for a perfect outfit for Micheal’s personal likings.

“Need any help miss?” a woman’s voice echoes behind you as you search for a slip dress.

“Actually, yes i’m searching for something elegant with lacy textures and something silk?” You reply removing your sunglasses and placing them on your head.

“I have a perfect collection , come with me!” She replies enthusiastically.

She points towards a rack with a pastel blue themed set. The fabric shimmered like fresh snow under moonlight, with delicate white threads that caught your eye. Fine lace traced the edges in floral patterns, giving it an elegant, vintage feel rather than anything overly flashy. Tiny pearl-like accents decorated the straps, while a small laced bow rested at the center, adding sweetness. The material looked soft and weightless.

“It’s perfect! thank you so much.” You say beaming. This is exactly what Michael would adore.

“Of course, do you want the matching undergarments?” The saleswoman questions.

“Yes please.” You reply with a soft smile.

***

By the time you’ve checked out it’s nearing 8:30pm, which gave you more than enough time till Michael arrived home from the studio.

The door creaks open as you drop your shopping bags off of your aching arms momentarily, leaving red rings around your wrists from the strings.

Kicking your heels off and heading up the grand staircase as you pick your bags up again to get ready for Michael.

You head to your shower to freshen up after a day of shopping exhausting you.

***

As the steam leaves the bathroom you head to your vanity to collect the lingerie you bought earlier. You slip it onto your frame along with the lacy bra and silky panties.

You sit on the plush velvet seat of your vanity and turn on your blow dryer to create voluminous curls in your hair with a round brush, bumping the ends and making small curls at the tips.

You stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment making sure your hair is perfect before standing up to slip on the silk panties and the lacy bra, along with the skimpy slip dress before turning to your full body mirror to analyze your body. The way your curves were slightly outlined by the dress and the lace bra slightly peaked out above the low cut top of the dress made you feel beautiful.

You finish up your makeup, doing simple blush and lipgloss to doll yourself up a bit more before laying down on you and Michael’s bed to read a bit of your new book as you wait for him to arrive home.

***

10:15pm

Your slowly drifting off to sleep but remember what your waiting for, you sit up slowly to grab a cup of coffee to stay awake.

Before you can get up you hear the front door creak open and you lay back down in bed and await your husband.

You hear his loud footsteps up the stairs along with the sound of his shoes being knocked off carelessly as he nears your room.

He opens the door to the sight of you laying in bed looking gorgeous reading your book nonchalantly. You can’t help but smile as you try to ignore him.

“Baby, hi what are you doing awake?” He questions you as he sets down his keys on the dresser.

“Hi love, just reading this new book.” You reply without looking at him.

“You look beautiful angel, did you do this for me?” He asks as you feel his weight dip the mattress slightly.

“Maybe.” You reply still not meeting his eyes.

“Baby, look at me.” He says sternly.

You finally look up at him to see his doe eyes staring back at you. You feel your heart flutter in your chest.

“So, i’ve been getting quite the large charges on my card recently hm. Whatcha’ buying sweet girl, can I see.” He asks smiling at you.

“Nothing, just stuff for myself.” You reply with a smirk.

“Mmh I see, You know it’s a lot of money angel, you never spend that much, I know you, so what’s the reason?” He questions.

“Just wanted to spoil myself that’s all.”

“Is that so? I know when you lie darling, tell me why.” He says lifting your chin with his finger.

“I.. I just wanted your attention Michael.” You reply folding under his touch.

“Mm atta’ girl, You need my attention so bad huh.” He says shifting closer to you.

“Yes, I do. More than anything.” You reply sweetly.

“Tch Tch Tch, don’t know if u deserve it after the hefty amount you spent girl, maybe a little punishment?” He says with a sly grin on his face.

“Anything for your attention please, Michael.” You say with your best puppy dog eyes.

“lay on my lap, stomach down and ass up.” Michael replies

You shift your position immediately abiding to him, laying on your stomach as your slip dress rises up a bit exposing your plush thighs and the bottom of your ass.

Micheal hisses at the sight feeling his arousal grow.

“You know our safe word right baby?”

You nod in response.

Micheal lifts his large hand from his thigh to come in contact with your asscheek.

You whine at the stinging feeling and the way it makes the wet spot in your new panties grow.

“How many do you think you deserve love?” Michael purrs.

“I..I don’t know.” You breathe out still recovering from the earlier contact.

“Mm alright i’ll decide.” He says with a trace of darkness coating his words.

Another smack lands on your ass as you whimper under him, Michael adds another smack to your opposite cheek.

You react with a louder whimper.

“Sounding so pretty f’me.” He groans.

Another slap is planted on your cheek, starting to stain red from how his large calloused hands slap against the soft skin.

“You think you can take more baby?” Michael questions

You nod in return knowing how much pleasure it brings him to do this.

“Alright.” He says

Another slap echos against your plush skin and his palm.

Another

Another

Another.

Michael doesn’t stop till your a whining mess squirming below his touch.

“Alright baby that’s enough, sit up on the bed for me okay?” he coos as you obey him.

“Spread.” He says gesturing to your trembling legs.

You comply with him and reveal your silk panties completely soaked through from the previous activity.

“Naughty girl, getting off on a punishment.” He says with a smile.

“Can’t leave you with all this pent up huh?” He says leaning down to your heat.

“Take em’ off.” He commands.

You slide the material down your legs as you keep your legs open for him to see.

“Touch yourself for me.” He demands.

“T..Touch myself?” You question.

“Mhm.” He replies

You snake your hand down to your soaking folds and start to tease your aching cunt.

Small whines and moans fall from your lips as you toy with your sensitive clit.

“That’s it baby.” he praises.

“N..Not as good as your f-fingers Michael.” You spew out between whines.

“Mmm baby you want my fingers?” He asks softly.

You nod your head violently as you continue to play with your folds and slowly insert a finger into your soaking hole.

“Too bad you spent that money baby, now you’ve gotta wait for me.” He says watching your eyebrows knit together.

“Baby.. I-I’m sorry please touch me I won’t spend a-anymore please just-“ You spit out lost in your pleasure.

Michael lets out a soft chuckle.

“Aw baby? You can’t hold off without my fingers, how pathetic.” He teases you as he palms himself through his slacks.

“Please Michael.” You beg.

“Please what.” He questions.

“Please touch me I-I’ll do anything.” You moan out.

“Alright baby, get on the ground then.” He replies.

“W..what?” you question as you stop rocking your fingers against your cunt.

“You heard me, get on the floor.” He commands.

You sink to the floor off of the bed and sit on your knees looking up at Michael.

“Hump my foot, you want my touch so bad go ahead baby.” He says gesturing to his loafer.

You desperately latch onto his shoe completely soaking it in your arousal as you start to shift your body against the cold material of his shoe.

“Such a desperate girl.” He coos into your ear as he tears the top of your dress down to view how your perky tits bounce as you ride his shoe completely dazed from the pleasure.

He leans down to toy with your flush nipples and roll one between his slender fingers and massage the other one with his left hand.

the mix of your wet noises against his leather shoe and the whines and moans spilling from your lips are enough to make Michael cum right there.

He senses your closeness as you speed up your movements and create a sloppy rythm.

“So pitiful to watch you do this to yourself baby.” He says softly with sarcasm laced in between his words.

You speed up your pace feeling that pit of warmth collect in your abdomen, suddenly Michael pulls his soaked foot away from you as your thrusts falter.

“W..what? Mikey please.” You whine at the loss of contact.

“I’m sorry baby I just can’t stand to see you pleasing yourself without my help.” He says with a chuckle.

“c’mere and I’ll help you.” He mutters as he holds his hand out to lead you back to the bed.

“Atta’ girl.”

You sit against the bed still recovering from your orgasm being taken from you.

“Lemme take care of you now okay baby?” Micheal says looking up at you as he snakes his way to the inside of your thighs.

His mouth lands on the plush of your left thigh as he sucks and leaves a bruise on the soft skin.

You squirm and whine under his touch as he detaches from your thigh to go to the other one leaving a string of spit from the small bruise he created.

“So pretty.” He breathes out as he dives back into your thigh to print more bruises on your skin.

Soon your a whimpering mess begging for him to touch the achy spot between your legs.

He stops his previous movements and licks his lips quickly before latching onto your clit suddenly.

“Fuck Michael.” You whine out as his skilled tongue hits all the right spots of your cunt.

His movements are delicious against your puffy folds as he slips his fingers between them.

As he slides a finger into your heat you latch your hands into his hair.

“Mm fuck tug it.” Michael groans against your pussy.

You give it a tug and Michaels dick twitches against his slacks. Your hands reach for the hem of his shirt prodding at it in an attempt to take it off.

Michael takes one of his hands that aren’t occupied with your slick, and slides his shirt off, revealing his sweaty upper half.

Michael pushes another finger inside of your leaking hole and pumps them at a steady pace, creating a ring of your arousal at the base of his 2 fingers.

“M..Michael i’m close please don’t stop.” You beg as your stomach feels heavy from the pleasure.

“Give it to me, come undone baby.” Michael whispers against your clit, still working it with his tongue.

“Please, I need you inside me.” You choke out.

“Yeah? Okay darling.” He coos as he slides his fingers out of you and his hand travels to his waistband to free his aching cock.

Pushing you against the headboard and spreading your legs even wider to enter you.

He slaps his dick against your worn out clit and teases it between your folds to gather some of your left over arousal and use it as lube.

Michael grabs his dick and lines it up with your needy entrance.

His tip slides in as he slowly enters you inch by inch letting himself bottom out.

“Fuck, so big Michael.” You moan out as the stretch stings around you, but fades into immense pleasure.

Michael starts to thrust into your hole and create lewd sounds of your ass meeting with his hips with every drawn out stroke.

“So fuckin’ good.” he growls as he picks up his pace and his strength of each thrust.

You feel your climax inching closer as Michael hits that sweet spongy spot at the back of your pussy, clouding your mind with pleasure and bringing tears to prick at the edges of your eyes.

“My pretty girl about to cry? So cute.” He says softly as he wipes a small tear from the edge of your eye with his thumb.

He then moves it down to your clit to circle it as he feels you clench around his length.

“So close baby.” You whimper out as his thumb comes into contact with your sensitive pearl.

“Yeah? gonna cum for me?” He asks.

As he thrusts a few more times he hits the spot that makes you come undone immediately. Your body jerks as you feel yourself cum around his dick. Your legs giving out and drooping slightly as Michael continues to ram into you riding out your high.

As the after effects of your climax wash over you so does the overstimulation of Michael’s dick still pounding inside of you.

You feel his cock twitch a few times before he spills his load inside of your pulsing cunt.

Your heavy breathing and sweaty figures blend together as Michael leans against your chest slowly pulling himself out of you and watching his seed leak out of you along with your own fluids.

“I taught ya’ a lesson huh?” He says with a soft laugh.

“Mm” You hum in reply as your eyes slowly droop closed.

“Baby we need to clean up first don’t fall asleep on me yet.” He says giggling.

“Okay im not.” You say opening your glossy eyes.

He gets up and carries you bridal style to the large bathroom and starts to run the bath as he massages slow circles onto your thigh.

He places you and himself into the bath and soaks in the warm water, the whole world melting around you as you rest against his chest.

He shampoos your hair and scrubs it gently as he washes it out, doing the same with your conditioner.

He picks you up and wraps you and himself in a warm towel as he rubs your favorite lotion on your legs and arms soothing your achy muscles.

“So pretty when your sleepy baby.” He praises as you nuzzle your head in his chest feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Mmmm stoppp.” You say muffled by his soft skin.

“what do u say should we head to bed now pretty girl?” He whispers planting a kiss on your forehead.

You nod your head against him and he picks you up again.

He lays you in bed and joins next to you as he lays your head against his chest and intertwines your legs together, skin to skin as you’re only in your panties and he’s only in his boxers.

You fall asleep feeling closer than ever.