#reader x michaeljackson

this work contains: nsfw (mdni!!), male reader x michael jackson, if that makes you uncomfy please block me/don’t read. sub!mj, inexperienced mj, dom reader, no use of y/n, handjobs, tears, and language .

disclaimer: despite me using em dashes, no ai was used in this fic nor will it ever be used in any of my works.

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“so, you mean to tell me, despite you being famous, you’ve never had like— anyone get you off?” you ask bewildered, brows furrowed as you look at the flustered rising star.

“don’t—don’t say it like that! but yeah— i guess .. it’s just, im saving myself for marriage ‘n stuff, my mother would get very sad had she found out I wasn’t.” michael says, hands fidgeting in his lap as he rocks back and forth on the hotel mattress.

you cock a brow, tilting your head. “you’ve never let a groupie get with you?”

“no. ew—never.”

“oh. would you want that?”

“what?” the star tilts his head to the side, legs stretching out fully once more.

“like— have someone else jerk you off?” you press, curious for a response.

michaels eyes widen, stuttering in shock, hands going to grip his pants as he closes his thighs. “what? no! I mean— yes? I mean— i dunno!” his ears are burning hot by now, his rosy cheeks growing pinker.

you snort, climbing onto the bed, leaning on his shoulder, your arm slinking lazily around his waist, fingers inching near his crotch. you mutter against his neck, your breath warm on the side of it. “i would—could— help you with that. y’know, give you some experience so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of a pretty young thang or somethin’. ”

the younger male bites his lip, gnawing at it before he nods yes.

“is that a yes? cmon, i need words michael.”

“yes—it’s a yes. jus’ show me..”

you snort at that, one of your hands sliding down his pants and underneath his boxers, briefly running your fingers through his unshaven hair before you begin to slowly stroke his hard-on.

he pants, face twisting in pleasure as you give him slow, tedious strokes. “ngh… m-more … gimmie some more.” he whines.

you arch a brow, “you tryna order me around, baby? don’t get too cocky now.” you retort, though you hold his member tighter, your hand jerking up and down less loosely.

michael moans, eyes fluttering shut, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead, trying to make sense of your movements. “feels so good.. nghhh, don’t stop—ah!” he whimpers, the young legends pretty moans filling the rented out room, forgetting and uncaring about the people right outside the thin walls.

you continue pleasuring the shy, yet sweet boy, his moans high pitched and cute. you can feel your palm warming up due to the friction, yet with the amount of precum he was leaking, you were positive it didn’t hurt him.

“you close, baby?” you egg him on, a jeering smile on your face as you watch him come apart simply from you fisting his dick. you couldn’t help but imagine how loud he’d be if you were inside—

you try and shake off that thought, instead going back to look at his tear stained cheeks, eyes clamped shut, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as noises continue spilling out of his mouth.

“mmfuckk— gonna— ‘m gonna cum..” he whines, head thrown back, hips bucking into your hand uselessly. he goes to grab at your forearm, other hand gripping your nape tightly as he whimpers.

“k-kiss.. gimmie a kiss..” he pouts, looking at you with doe eyes, spit soaked lip jutting out brattily, his dark skin flushed all over— at least where you could see.

a fond scoff escapes your mouth, though you lean in, placing a peck to his lips. the kiss deepens, you tilt your head slightly to slot your lips further together. michael moans into the embrace, eyes fluttering shut as his noises grow even louder, blunt nails digging into your arm as he finally cums, separating his lips from yours as he throws his head back, back arched.

“oh my gosh— ngh—ah! feels so—shiitt !” he babbles, cursing indignantly as cum spurts out from his length. he whines and whimpers as you continue to stroke him lazily after his climax. your hand finally retracts as your realize he’s done.

“it was that good, huh?” you tease, wiping your hand off on his already dirtied shirt that’s risen up, his torso bare.

“shut up!” he smacks away your hand playfully, not a singular note of anger in his tone.

“..you think you could show me somethin’ else?”

“you think you could handle it?”

hi this is my first (posted) fic !! sorry if this is inconsistent my writing skills have never been that great + im rusty.

a/n: despite me using em dashes, no ai was used or will ever be used with my works.

this fic contains: verbal degradation, use of the n word, NSFW content (mdni!!!), brat taming (?), slight overstimulation, creampie, dom!reader/sub!mj, though there’s no use of Y/N. if you have an issue with any of these, please click off now.

if you don’t, enjoy!

“michael.”

“no! don’t ‘Michael’ me! you’ve ignored me all night. and—and i saw you looking at those other guys when you should’ve been focused on me!”

you cock a brow, letting out a sigh, instead turning your focus back to the moving vehicle you’re in, watching fat drops of rain roll down the windshield, before you wipe them off.

you’re done. done with putting up with his bratty, mouthy, self! you turn back to look at him sharply.

“you’re seriously gonna keep whining? you’re not a child michael, stop bitching about the fact I didn’t ‘pay attention to you’ because I looked away for a second.”

he pouts at that, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest. he sinks into the passengers seat, gnawing at his bottom lip as he mumbles a childish insult. you slam on the brakes.

“did you say something?”

“no.” he mutters.

you take your foot off the halting pedal, continuing to drive home.

a/n: i cannot drive and don’t intend to learn, sorry if this doesn’t make much sense!!!

michael sobs, back arched as he comes undone, shirt bunching up to his chest as he muffles his moans with a pillow, ass perched and pressed against your non relenting hips.

“oh nah baby— lemme hear ya. you had so much to say in the car, now you wanna muffle your voice? hm?” you tease, grabbing his hair roughly, pulling him against your chest as a moan rips from his.

“oh my gosh— oh fuck! ngh— ah! i cant— shiiitt!” he moans, eyes rolled back as you quicken your pace, his nails digging into his palms.

“you will for me baby, you can. you gon’ take this and you not gon’ run from it, ‘kay? can you do that for me bae?” you grunt into his ear, grip loosening on his hair, making him slump back onto the bed. you click your teeth at that, shaking your head as you slow your hips, hands pressing on his lower back.

the older man lets out a whine, fingers digging into the sheets in frustration. “why’d you stopppp?” he pouts. it’s cute to you, having this over 40 year old man whine and moan for you. it reminds you how good you make him feel—how good he always feels when he’s with you.

you lean down, biting at his earlobe briefly before elaborating. “well baby— you said you couldn’t take it. i think you’ve been good enough for me to be nice to ya.”

he lets out a choked moan when you move your hips in a tantalizing circle, before he goes back to his whining. “nooo! f-felt good before! ‘was just sayin’ that..” he blubbers, emotional.

you grin cockily, raising a brow. “did it now? you want some more, huh baby? this isn’t enough for ya?”

“p-please! need more— please baby please—“ he babbles, almost sobbing in frustration.

you pull out, resulting in a whimper and whine, before you flip him onto his back, throwing his ankles over your shoulders, and lining yourself up with his entrance. you slam into him without warning, his back arching and head thrown back in shock, another loud moan ripping from his throat.

you don’t give him anytime to process, instead grabbing the back of his thighs and hunching over him as you slam your length into him again and again, his eyes rolling back.

“oh my— fuckfuckfuck! wait— eek!” he sobs, even squealing as his toes curl, cock leaking and bouncing uselessly on his stomach as tears drop from his eyes, those same doe eyes hazy and crossed as you fuck him into oblivion.

“shut up, you brat. always complaining— it wasn’t enough a second ago, now it’s too much? seems like you don’t know what you want baby. need me to think for ya or something. ” you growl, blunt nails digging into the back of his thighs.

he moans sultrily, voice getting higher and higher as he nears his climax, clamping down tightly as he throws his head back, fingers grabbing, tearing at the sheets, ankles locked around your neck.

“i cant—fuck! ‘m gonna cum don’t stop—“ he whines, eyes clamped shut, face twisted in pleasure as his back bows off the bed, mouth opened in a silent scream as ropes of cum spurt out of his neglected length and onto his lean stomach.

“fuck— so good for me baby. there we go, c’mon gimme it all. so tight—shit— ‘m almost there baby jus’ a little more.” you grunt, beads of sweat building up in your hairline as your thrusts become animalistic, now focused solely on getting yourself to climax, using him as though he’s a fuck toy.

your flushed lover whines under you, squirming uselessly as he’s used, his dick softening. “too muuchhh! no more—please no moreee!” he begs, though he knows it’s pointless when you get like this, chasing your release and your release only.

you let out a groan as you finally reach your climax as well, gripping his thighs hard enough to bruise, making him whimper.

you finally pull out, leaving his hole sloppy and gaping, your cock finally soft. you grab your discarded shirt, wiping off his stomach and thighs quickly and roughly, muttering under your breath how this’ll be a task for future you.

michael smiles droopily, letting himself ragdoll as you move him around, deciding on spooning him from behind, pressing a peck to the back of his neck.

“love you michael,” you mumble, sleep already making your eyelids droop.

“love you too— but baby?” he whispers back, voice soft yet hoarse from earlier.

“mhm?”

“i think i wanna be a brat everyday.”

“nigga go the fuck to sleep.”

dividers cred: @/pixopix & @/anitalenia