hi!
I was thinking of an Off the Wall! Michael fic where he and Reader are best friends. At that time he was very close to Diana, so Reader and Michael (mostly mj) are talking about her, but then Reader gets jealous, and in a fit of jealousy he kisses him and things escalate¿
Maybe some angst could be added, maybe Joseph realized what Reader felt before Michael did or something like that
idk, I feel like my explanation is super vague 😭✌🏻
"Stop talkin', I love you." Michael Jackson (Off the Wall! Era) x Male AMAB!reader.
tags: slight angst, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, arguments, jealousy, hate, hidden feelings, love confession, insecurity, reassurance, virgin Michael, experienced reader, first time, losing virginity, gentle sex, tears, oral (reader giving), fingering, rimming, spit as lube, breeding.
Word count: 5.5k
Note: I'm sorry for not including Joseph. I lowkey could not figure out a way to do that in a satisfying way, but I did include some angst like you asked!
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Diana. That name left your best friend's mouth way too damn often. And every time, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
Michael talked about her so often sometimes, it felt like she had put him under a spell.
It was quite obvious, that Michael had a lot of trust in the woman, but something about her just did not sit right. Ever.
Yet, that did not stop Michael from talking your ear off about her constantly. It's all about how she's this and that, how she's so nice, the perfect woman, how beautiful she is.
You sat on his bed, now late at night because you had come over to play some Twister and talk about Michael’s music. Which, was a topic you actually enjoyed. You loved hearing him talk about his work, the way his eyes lit up, his voice got so excited, the way he started to gesture with his hands. It was the cutest thing ever.
Yet, not even 30 minutes into your hangout, a game of Twister now abandoned on the floor as Michael was in the middle of yet another rant when you suddenly had enough. His words had honestly turned into background noise a few minutes ago, when you had begun to dissociate trough the one sided conversation.
"Mike, please. I'm sorry, but I do not want to hear another word about Diana Ross."
Michael, abruptly stopped mid-sentence, looked at you with an unreadable expression. Sort of like, he was both shocked, yet kind of expected your reaction a little at the same time. His eyebrows knit together a little as he fidgeted with his hands.
"But I don't even talk about her that much, why can't I talk about her?" He asked with genuine confusion. Poor Michae, had no idea how much of his time he actually spent mentioning her. It wasn’t even always constant, sometimes it was just a mention of “Diana would like this” or “if only Diana were here to see this”. But it had gotten out of hand.
"You really think that? Cause to me it seems like you don't even want to talk about anything else anymore, it's all Diana this, Diana that. We uses to talk about music, our interests, animals, yet now all you talk about is that woman."
His face visibly scrunched together at the "that woman". Like you had insulted her.
"Don't call her that. Her name is Diana."
You rolled your eyes. Great, you thought. Now he’s defending him.
Exactly what you needed. To sound like the villain, the guy who had some unreasonable hate for an innocent woman.
What has that full grown woman been doing around a kid as young as he was when they met? And now getting the same kid talk about her like the love of his life, in his adulthood. You did not like it. One bit.
One part of you said that the reason you couldn't stand Diana, was because something was off about her. The way she talked, the closeness with Michael, how he seemed to trust her with everything. How throughout childhood you remembered she was always so close to Michael, always around and he was already attached to her hip.
The other part, the one you try your hardest to ignore, knows that the reason you can't stand her so badly, is because you're in love with Michael. You have been for a while now. You don't remember exactly when or how it started, but you know the feelings were certainly not anything new. They had been brewing and brewing, until lately Michael's constant mentions of Diana had only made things worse.
You wanted Michael to yourself. For him to be yours to hold, to kiss, to fall asleep next to.
You tried telling yourself that he doesn't feel the same way, and you should move on. Even if there was a chance he felt the same, he is incredibly famous and would probably have no time for a relationship.
You tried to swallow these feelings, but everything the lump in your throat only got bigger and bigger, until it felt like it was suffocating and not moving anywhere anymore.
It was impossible to ignore. Like a sharp pebble in your shoe.
You snap back to reality when Michael calls your name, making you aware of the fact you had dissociated once again.
"You there? You've been silently starin’ at my carpet for like 2 minutes now, I was starting to worry you'd burn a hole through it." Michael adds one of his soft laughs to release the tension.
One thing he doesn't know, the laugh only makes things way worse. Now you can't stop replaying the sound in your head. The breathy softness, the ease, the way it sounded so pretty even though he was teasing you a second before.
You finally look up to meet his doe brown eyes, feeling yourself already getting lost in them.
You cringed slightly at how pathetic that sounded. You had begun to be unable to look away from him lately. If you did, it was like the previous episode of dissociation, where you'd zone out completely just so you didn't have to listen to anything he says about the topic you so despised.
"Yeah. I'm okay Michael. But please. Stop talkin’ about Diana. It's getting real annoying."
That came out a little meaner than you originally had planned, making it sound like you're annoyed at him, not Diana.
"...I'm annoying you?"
You could see his eyes getting the slightest of glossy, as he tried to not let the tears escape.
You knew he hates feeling like he's annoying or "too much", and right now you did exactly that. You had made him feel like you were annoyed at HIM, not the topic he was repeating over and over.
You instantly felt your heart drop to your stomach as you realized what you had done, but it was too late. You noticed a tear escape in the corner of his eye, as he tried to avoid eye contact with you, embarrassed that he was crying over such a meaningless thing at his age.
But, you did not find it even the slightest bit of embarrassing. You knew how hard it was for him to make friends due to being so famous, and how much it meant to him to have a friend he can feel open and safe with. How painful it was for him, to feel like he was being too much. You did not blame him for this reaction.
You blamed yourself for making him feel like he was the problem. Like he had to tone himself down for you.
He wipes his eye and pouts slightly, turning away from you.
"M’sorry for annoying you I guess... I did not know I was so bothersome."
You felt yourself frown at that. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"No no no Mikey, please I'm so sorry, I did not mean it like that and you know it. I am not annoyed at YOU, I'm annoyed at the fact you always talk about Diana."
He finally looks at you.
"What is your problem with Diana? What did she ever do to you for you to be so annoyed at her? Did she say something to you?" His voice now trembling a little.
"She is nothing but kind to me, why would she bother you? I don't even see you two interact together. What could she have possibly done for you to be this upset at her?" His voice only got higher and higher. It sounded so wrong, Michael, who usually had such a soft way of speaking, never raising his voice around you, suddenly was speaking in such a way that made something turn in your stomach.
Partly, because he was poking you for an answer. An answer about why exactly you disliked Diana. Why. Why did you hate her so much? Well, that answer was pretty clear. You were in love. For fucks sake, you were so in love with him, it made it hard to fall asleep most nights. It's like you woke up in a cold sweat after yet another dream about him, unable to think about anything else because in the dreams he was so close, so soft, so... yours. And it felt so real.
That was the worst part. It did not feel like a dream, like something distant, fake, made up by your hippocampus. Yet, your amygdala always lit up like a damn Christmas tree, quick to add the intense emotions you could not escape already in your waking life.
Even in sleep you were trapped.
You looked at his face, staring back at you with an upset expression and a pout. Even now he looked so beautiful. The tear stained cheeks, the flushed cheeks, the slightly red eyes. He was beautiful even when upset at you.
"Tell me why you hate her!" His voice suddenly snapped you back to reality once again.
Enough is enough, you thought. There was no way you could keep this to yourself anymore. To suffer like this, and make him suffer because you couldn't keep it a secret anymore.
"Tell me or I will ask her myse-"
You cut him off with your lips on his.
Horrible, horrible idea you thought. Fuck. This was truly the worst idea you have ever had. To kiss someone while you had no idea how they felt about you, AND was upset because of you?
Such a stupid, impulsive idea. Or, so you thought. Because while you kept panicking in your head, something in you was not ready to pull back, pretend it was an accident, apologize and move on. Something, had already gotten addicted to the softness of Michael's plush lips, the warmth, the slight wetness from where he kept licking them earlier. Something you had noticed he does quite often when nervous.
You were too busy analyzing the feeling of his lips on yours, to realize he had closed his previously widened eyes, and pressed back into you softly.
He was kissing you back.
You felt his hand reach up to your sweater, clutching it to pull you even closer, if that were possible. His hand slightly shook as tried to keep himself steady during the whole situation.
Which was hard. Because, fuck. You were kissing him. On the lips. The kiss was quick, more like a peck, soft and unsure. Unsure about whether you were allowed to do this, not if you wanted it. You know you wanted it more than anything.
You pull back only to see him follow your lips slightly, as if expecting another kiss, not wanting to separate. You watch his eyes softly flutter open again, his mouth parted slightly as he tried to process what had happened just now.
"I don't like you talkin’ about her because I'm in love with you, idiot."
You finally said it. You said the words. You didn't even care so much about the part where you didn't like talking about her, but the excitement of your love confession made your skin buzz. It felt so real as the words left your mouth. As if you had spoken them out into the real world, and suddenly they gained gravity. Like they were actually out there, and not hanging in the space between real life and your mind.
Michael flicked his eyes up to look you in the eyes and smiled softly while letting out a soft breath of air as a laugh.
"I'm not the only idiot here, I've been in love with you too, but you were just too dumb to see it. " He smiled again, as it was now your turn to process that whole sentence.
He's been in love with you as well. You weren't just stupidly in love with someone you couldn't have, you were stupidly in love with someone, who felt the same type of dumb love for you.
It all felt so unreal, like you were dreaming again. You almost looked down at your hand to count your fingers, try to put your hand through your palm, read a clock, something to test if you were in some sort of lucid dream.
Because there was no way this was truly happening.
There is no way, your long time crush just confessed back to you.
But, it was very much real. And now, Michael was pulling you back in closer again. Your mind went a little blank, but you quickly regained consciousness once you realized what he wanted. He was trying to get you to kiss him again. To feel your lips dance against his this time, sure of it.
Your lips touched again, but this time you both pushed in for more. Closer. Your hand found his waist and squeezed slightly, which made him let out a little gasp, giving you an opportunity to slip your tongue in.
You could tell he was inexperienced by the kiss, but he was not bad.
Your tongues pressed together as your lips continued to move, teeth clacking slightly at the awkward position, which you corrected quickly by pulling him into your lap and tilting your head to the side.
Your hands now found the dip of his back, moving lower, lower, until it found his ass.
You pulled back a little to give him a look, asking for permission, which was granted as he responded with a little nod, going back to capture your lips as if he couldn't get enough. Neither of you could. His large hand had come up to your cheek, the other tangled in the hair on the base of your neck.
Giving his ass a squeeze with both hands now, you could tell Michael got a little more shy again, but you could tell he wanted to continue. You turned both of you around, laying him down on the bed you were sitting on, leaning over him without breaking the kiss.
Your knee found its way between Michael’s thigs, arms on either side of his head. You break the kiss and lean back slightly “Do you want to continue Mikey? ” asking for consent.
Michael nods. “yes… yes I want it. I’m not experienced, but I want to… to…”
You smirk a little at his shyness. Adorable.
“What is it that you want angel face? Tell me.”
He visibly blushes an even deeper shade of crimson at the name. He loved when you called him that, he always got so shy, trying to hide his face from your view. Which, is what he tried to do now as well. Turning his head to the side and biting his lip.
“You.. you can’t just call me that…”
“Why not? You like it. Don’t lie to me.”
“I do! But.. y’know it gets me shy…”
You chuckle softly. “yeah, I know. That’s why I say it pretty.”
A new name you hadn’t called him before, except when complimenting him and calling him pretty. “You look pretty today Michael“ is something you’d say sometimes. But you have never used “pretty” as a petname before.
He hits you chest slightly and pouts. “Stop callin’ me all sorts of sweet names, you gonna make me pass out here”
You lean closer to his ear and whisper
“oh we’re just getting started baby. You’ll have plenty of time for passin’ out later.”
That sent a shiver down his spine. Excitement. Nerves. He knew both of you were on the same page now, both of you wanting more. But, he knew you knew he wasn’t experienced. That alone made you even more excited, knowing you could be the one to be his first. It made you feel even more special.
Hell, that could be his first kiss for all you knew. Knowing him, it probably was. He wasn’t the type to go mess around with random strangers. He was looking for something real. And the fact that he was willing to let you have him like this, told you he wasn’t just seeing you as a meaningless crush, but as something more. Something real. Something possible.
You left a trail of kisses from his jaw, down to his neck which made him shiver. He hadn’t imagined getting his neck kissed would feel this good. But, to your luck, he was very sensitive around his neck area, evident by the soft noise that escaped his lips and made you smile into the kisses.
You decided to test the waters even more, by giving his soft warm skin a little bite. Not harsh, just ever so slightly nibbling with your teeth around the area where his jugular vein was. Soft breaths filling your ears only made you harder.
You lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it off his frame and tossing it somewhere in the room, not caring where it landed. You looked down to see the obvious bulge in Michael’s pants, licking your lips before moving down until your head was face to face with Michael’s crotch.
“w-wha- what are you doin’ “
You smile up at him and reach up to push his chest down so he lays back down.
“shh, just relax, I’ll take care of you baby.”
He laid back down and shut his eyes out of nervousness and pure arousal, as he had never been this horny before. He wanted this so bad, but he didn’t even know what “this” was, he didn’t know where he even wanted to start. His nerves completely scrambling his brain.
He hadn’t even noticed you pulling his pants down and freeing his cock which now rested against his stomach, pre already dripping down from his slit. His eyes flew open as he felt your breath against the tip of his cock, before you gave it a few soft kitten licks, tasting the salty flavor, which made you hum.
His hand flew to your head, grabbing the hair but not pushing, trying to anchor himself into reality. His mind was buzzing.
You gave the underside of his flushed cock a long lick, before going down and letting his shaft fill your throat. He was big, making you choke slightly at the size.
“mhmph im s-sorry” Even like this, he is ever so gentle and soft. His politeness was one of his most attractive and cute parts of him.
You hummed as you began to move up and down, applying a light suction and jerking the base of his cock where your mouth couldn’t reach. Because yes, he was that big. Big enough to leave some of the shaft unreachable by your mouth, unless you were really pushing yourself.
He was now moaning, still shy about it and trying to silence himself with a trembling hand over his parted lips, the other bunched in the sheets now after abandoning your locks.
You pull off his cock for a quick second to speak, jerking it with your hand and reach up with the other to pull his hand off his mouth.
“Don’t. let me hear you Mike. You sound so pretty. ”
He nodded shyly, his curls bouncing across his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. He bunched his now free hand into the sheets as well, as you went down to give attention to his throbbing length again.
Your tongue found his slit and played with it, which only made him even more twitchy and let out another louder moan. His back arched involuntarily and he could not stop his hips from thrusting ever so slightly into his mouth, like his body moved without his control. “m’so sorry… m’so sorry, I can’t help it… feels s’ good… oh god…”
He thought he was hurting you. When actually, the thrusts only made your eyes roll back as his tip hit the back of your throat while you took him even deeper. You loved the feeling of choking on his cock, gagging slightly and humming in pleasure.
“glk glk glk ” and wet, filthy sounds as well as Michael’s shy moans that escaped every once in a while despite him trying his very best to keep them in, were the only noise filling the room.
His hips were thrusting more erratic, his moans had gotten more high pitched and his cock throbbed in your throat which all pointed to him getting close. Before he could cum though, you pilled off his cock and leaned back up. He had covered his eyes with his forearm, mouth open and letting out little gasps.
You have him a kiss on the cheek before trailing more down his chest and to his stomach, until eventually you found his thighs.
The first kiss you left on his inner thigh made him jerk slightly.
The first bite got a whine. Noted. He was sensitive around his thighs as well. Perfect. You left a trail of licks as you kept moving closer and closer to his hole.
“This might feel a little weird at first baby, but I promise it will feel real good after. ”
You watch as he looks down at you with his doe eyes, and nods. He watches you with such attention its actually adorable.
You pull him closer to you by his thighs, which gets a surprised yelp from him, and you push his legs back towards his chest by his thighs, giving you a better view of his ass.
You move closer to his hole, giving it a little testing lick. A gasp leaves his lips, as he had never felt anything like that before. You start licking more, your tongue moving around the rim making everything so wet. You start to push your tongue inside, deeper and deeper, starting to thrust it in and out, sealing your lips around the ring of muscle and sucking slightly.
Gasps and shaky whimpers let you know that whatever you were doing was definitely working. You felt him relax a little bit, which was exactly your goal. You added a finger, still licking at the rim and sucking on it, prepping him slowly and patiently, since it was his first time and you had to go steady. You kept going until you felt him relax even more, getting used to something being inside him.
One finger turned into two, and you were now already scissoring your fingers to open him up a little more, earning even more gasps from him. Your fingers hooked a little, adding pleasure and distracting him from the slight burn of being opened up for the first time.
When you felt like he was prepped enough, you removed your fingers from his hole and pulled the waistband of your sweatpants off, revealing your hardened cock with no underwear. Your tip was flushed an angry red, desperate and leaking.
You liked to wear no underwear sometimes, including now. Your pants fell on the floor as you stepped out of them, kicking them away god knows where and abandoning them, before you took your own shirt off, and pulling Michael to the edge of the bed where you now stood.
You looked him in the eyes as you spit on your hand and gave your cock a few pumps, asking for permission.
“You ready? It’s gonna hurt a little at first, try to relax.”
Michael couldn’t do anything but nod and look at your cock. You were big too, thick, delicious.
His mouth watered at the sight. He desperately wanted to try sucking your dick, even though he had never done it before. But, for you he wanted to try. He wanted to taste it, to feel it in his mouth, his spongy throat. To make you feel good. But the need to be filled up by you was just as strong, almost pulling him into two directions. Suck your dick, or have it inside of him.
“don’t drown in your drool there angel face. You can blow me another time, right now just let me make you feel good.”
He snapped back to reality and nodded, excitement buzzing under his skin again.
You take your stiff cock and rest the tip against his entrance, pushing up against it slightly, but not quite inside yet. Just easing him to the feeling of it.
He let out a little impatient whine, which made you smirk again.
“Patience love, good things come with waiting.” You finally decided to stop teasing, and pushed in slowly. So slowly, as gently as you can to not overwhelm him and make this a bad experience. You were trying your hardest to not hurt him, to make him feel good so he can remember losing his virginity as something good, pleasurable, happy, not painful and rushed.
You had the patience of a saint, especially when you knew you had to be considerate of him. He however, did not. He wanted you to fuck him for so long, and now that it was actually happening, he was still shy no doubt, but it’s like his body made up for the lack of words leaving his mouth, speaking on it’s own.
He had never felt this kind of feeling before, this electrifying want, that made his eyes glassy and chest rise and fall so quickly like he had just ran a marathon. He wanted to be filled so bad. It’s like his body recognized something his mind didn’t quite yet. Like, he felt this was the most natural thing in the world. This was a need, not a want.
A gasp left his lips once again, as you kept pushing in deeper and deeper, until you were all the way in. You rested there for a bit, letting him adjust to your length filling him up, letting him stretch around your shaft, hearing him hasp and let out loud breaths form his mouth which was hanging open now. You kissed his cheek and neck again, murmuring soft praises and reassurance, making him relax more.
“shhh shh shh… I know baby, I know. You’re alright. You’re doing so good Mikey, so good.”
He practically melted at your words, turning into jelly under your arms. One of your hands trailed softly against his hip, to give it a soft rub to ease him. After he relaxed and settled more into the sheets, you kissed him again before taking one of his hands and pressing it next to his head, interlocking your fingers.
“You ready baby? I’m gonna move now.”
He nods again. “Be gentle please… ”
Now was your time to nod. “Of course angel, I’m gonna be real soft wit’ you tonight. ”
With that, you slowly started to pull out, not all the way, but just enough to make a difference. Your movements were shallow at first, to get him used to the feeling.
Soft moans replace a hiss, letting you know that he is starting to feel pleasure, instead of pain. Your thrusts got less and less shallow, until you could pull almost all the way out before pushing back in. You weren’t gonna slam in fast yet, is what you thought as moans filled the room. You groaned at the tightness of Michael squeezing around your cock.
“More. Faster… mghhhh,,” He had started to softly push back into your dick as he got more used to the pleasure, chasing more like he couldn’t get enough.
He wanted more, so you were gonna give him more. Your pace quickened a little, still careful to not overdo it, as wet slaps filled the room now.
After a moment, you halted your movements which earned a whine from under you, as you reached for Michael’s waist to gently flip him over onto his stomach, raising his hips up a bit and spreading his legs again, you lined up and pushed back in.
Michael let out a pleased sigh, now addicted to the feeling of being filled up. You could already tell he is gonna be a handful to deal with, now that he’s gotten a taste.
You started to move again, this time even quicker and deeper, earning a whole new genre of noises leaving Michaels lips. He let out a little choke at one point, and you noticed the tears spilling out of his eyes. You halted your movements once again, worried it was too much for him. “Are you okay baby? Did I hurt you?”
“NO! no… no you didn’t… please. Please don’t stop. It feels so good…” He managed to choke out before leaning back to fuck himself on your cock all by himself now. That visual only made you even more turned on. Fuck, he looked so fucking good splitting himself open onto your thick length like that. So desperate, so pathetic. Like a fucking puppy.
“Fuck baby, you look so hot right now, I wish you could see yourself.”
You saw the back of Michael’s neck and tips of his ears turn red, and leaned down to lay some gentle kisses on his neck from the back, nibbling softly to get a shudder down his spine.
You began to move your hips again, now both of you moving against each other in a perfect rhythm, chasing your release.
“You’re doing so good baby. So good…making me feel so good. Fuck.”
You grabbed his hips on both sides and started to pull his ass back onto your cock even faster, making him moan out louder and push the side of his face into the pillow under him.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, yeah baby? D’you want that?”
With his face smushed into the pillow, he tried to answer between his whimpers, voice slightly muffled in the pillow.
“Yes, yes, please, make me yours, fill me up please I beg you…”
Make him yours… That is exactly what you wanted. The ache for that was underneath your skin, unsatisfied and denied for an agonizingly long time, but right at this moment, it felt so close. So real. You could finally reach out to it, the light of hope warming your skin like a sun beam.
Make him yours.
Have him all to yourself, let no one else have him.
Be his, have no one else.
No one else mattered.
Not at this moment, not ever.
Both of you could feel your release approach, Michael’s moans getting whinier, his hole even tighter, squeezing you even more as if he’s trying to choke you. You yourself had thrown your head back and let out gasps of pleasure.
You leaned over him now, caging him in under your arms as you began to move at an even faster, almost animalistic pace. The thrusts made his cheeks jiggle and slap with a nasty, loud sound. Both of you were so fucking close. You reached around to stroke his cock at the pace of your thrusts, wanting him to cum before you, like the gentleman that you were.
“I’m- I’m gonna- fUhhk I’m-”
He could barely let a word escape his lips, but you understood him. You already knew he was gonna cum. And very soon.
“Come for me baby, let go, it’s okay.”
You could barely finish your sentence, as like on cue, he came with a loud whine, spurting cum all over his belly and chest, some spilling over your hand as you stroked him through his orgasm.
You kept thrusting into his now overstimulated hole, chasing your own release as well.
You finally came with a loud groan right in his ear, which sent another shiver down his spine, filling him up to the brim with your hot load.
He moaned at the feeling of being filled, plopping down onto the bed like his muscles stopped working.
You slowly pulled out of him, your head spinning ever so slightly, you are sure you had never cum like this before.
You look down at Michael, who looks so fucked out, resting against the sheets, unable to move. “You okay baby? How do you feel?” You check up on him, brushing a few curls away from his sticky forehead.
“MmhPmhh… s’good…” he had this dopey smile on his face, so smug and satisfied. He looked high. Perhaps he was. High on the feeling of having his brains fucked out like that, cummed inside of and loved so tenderly. Yeah, he was high. Not on drugs, but on love. On pleasure.
You smiled yourself as you gently rubbed his back an kissed his tear stained cheeks. “Y’did so good for me baby. Such a good boy… I’m proud of you, angel face.”
He shut his eyes and smiled even more, satisfied as he laid there.
You got up to clean him up, after which you held him in your arms and gently stroked his back, leaving soft little kisses on his head every once in a while.
“You were so sweet… thank you… ” He managed to croak out, just when you thought he had fallen asleep.
“Of course baby, You deserve the best.”
Both of you rested like that for a while, until you felt his breaths become more soft, body completely limp in your arms, as he drifted off to sleep with you following short after.
Tomorrow you might wake up, talk about tonight, your feelings, what to do next, but for now, the two of you lay tangled up with satisfied smiles and exhausted bodies.
