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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆let’s talk about 1976 michael! becoming completely obsessed with the fact that you both have braces. not in a weird way—he just thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. he catches himself smiling every time you laugh because the little flash of silver reminds him that he isn't the only teenager dealing with sore teeth, broken brackets, and being told not to eat caramel every other week.
he notices everything. the way you subconsciously cover your mouth when you laugh too hard. the way you refuse to smile in photos until he tells you to stop hiding. eventually he starts smiling with his teeth on purpose whenever you're around, hoping you'll realize neither of you has anything to be embarrassed about. after you've been dating for a while, kissing becomes less scary than either of you expected. there are still the occasional tiny bumps of metal that make both of you stop for a second before laughing, foreheads resting together while michael quietly mumbles, "we're gettin' better at this."
he likes that it's something only the two of you understand. nobody else gets why the two of you randomly grin at each other after orthodontist appointments, or why he immediately notices when you switch the color of your bands. he definitely notices. every single time.
sometimes he'll spend half of rehearsal distracted because you've changed from pink to red. and when someone jokingly tells you you'd both look "so much better" once the braces come off, michael almost looks offended on your behalf. because, honestly? he doesn't think they take anything away from you.
if anything, he thinks they make your smile even sweeter. he'd probably miss them a little once they're gone, not because he likes braces themselves, but because they'd become part of this little chapter of growing up together. something only the two of you shared. years later, he'd still laugh whenever he'd find an old polaroid of the two of you, all afros, bell-bottoms, wide smiles, matching silver brackets catching the sunlight without either of you caring anymore. <3
whenever he kisses you. at first he was so careful, stopping every few seconds because he was terrified of bumping your brackets or hurting you. now he just naturally knows how to tilt his head, how to move a little slower, how to smile against your lips when you accidentally laugh halfway through. it's become something only the two of you understand. sometimes you'll pull away after a kiss with the tiniest click of metal, both of you freezing for a second before dissolving into quiet laughter. michael always laughs first. not because it's embarrassing, but because somehow every awkward little moment feels special when it's with you.
he starts finding reasons to kiss you more often than necessary. before rehearsal. after rehearsal. when you hand him his jacket. when you tell him goodnight. sometimes just because you smiled at him from across the room.
he'll lean in like it's the most natural thing in the world, one hand tucked into the pocket of his flared jeans while the other gently cups your cheek, smiling into the kiss because he already knows you're smiling too. he secretly loves that your braces make you both slow down.
there's no rushing. no dramatic movie kisses. just two teenagers learning each other a little more every day. and every now and then he'll pull away only an inch, forehead resting against yours, looking at you with the biggest grin. "...still not tired of kissin' me?" you'll shake your head before he can even finish asking. he smiles even wider. "Oh you pretty girl." then he kisses you again anyway. not because he needs to. just because he can.
later that night, lying in bed, he'll catch himself touching his own braces while thinking about you. it makes him laugh, realizing the thing he'd once been so self-conscious about has somehow become one of his favorite reminders of being seventeen, because every memory attached to those silver brackets somehow includes you.
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૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა drug dependence michael. lets elaborate on what finally starts breaking their marriage? it isn't the arguments. it isn't even the dependency, not at first. it's the lying.
because michael has always hated letting you see him struggling, always convinced himself that if he could just get through one more rehearsal, one more tour, one more week, he'd tell you 'after'. after he was better. after he'd figured it out. after he wasn't disappointing you anymore.
except 'after' keeps moving further away, and suddenly your husband starts locking bathroom doors. spending forty five minutes behind them with the tap running. disappearing into bedrooms halfway through family dinners because he has a "headache." sleeping with the door locked, which he has never, ever done before. and every single time you ask if he's okay, he smiles that same tired smile, kisses your forehead, and says, "just exhausted, angel."
except exhausted people don't flinch when you accidentally walk into the room. they don't hide little orange bottles in jacket pockets. they don't jump every time someone knocks on a locked door.
you start living in this awful space where you know something is wrong but can't prove it, and somehow that's even lonelier than knowing. because the man you've loved for years is standing right in front of you, holding your face in his hands, telling you he's fine....and your heart is screaming that he isn't.
the truth doesn't come from him, either. it comes from finding a prescription bottle tucked behind folded shirts while you're putting laundry away, your own name catching in your throat because you don't even recognize the doctor's name on the label. your hands shake so badly you nearly drop it. maybe there's an explanation. there has to be. there's always an explanation.
he comes home an hour later carrying flowers. he sees the bottle in your hand. and everything stops. "michael..."
he doesn't answer. "tell me what this is." his eyes fall to the floor. "it's nothing." nothing??? the word actually makes you laugh. because that was fucking unbelievable. "don't ever lie to me." your voice breaks. "please don't lie to me." He can't even look at you. "m' not lying."
"Look me in the eye and telling me it's nothing." he sighs. "it's just medication."
"for what?" he waits too long. too long. "i've been havin' trouble sleepin'." another lie. ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა you know it's a lie before he even finishes saying it. because wives know.
they know when their husbands are smiling too much, they know when hugs become shorter, they know when "I'm okay" starts sounding rehearsed. "look at me." he can't. "look at me." slowly, he does. his eyes are so tired. so frightened. and for a second you think he's finally going to tell you the truth..."you're makin' this into somethin' it isn't." He lies again.
your heart breaks so quietly you almost don't notice it, and not because of what he's hiding. because he still thinks he has to hide it from you
that night, you hear the bedroom door click shut. then the lock. you stand outside for a long time. hand resting against the wood. "michael?" he doesn't answer. "please open the door." still no word. "i'm not angry." still no word. your forehead rests against the door. "i'm just scared."
on the other side, he hears every word. he slides down until he's sitting on the floor, back against the door, knees pulled to his chest like somehow making himself smaller will make the guilt smaller too. his hand lifts. he almost unlocks it. almost..
but instead, he whispers so quietly that only the empty room hears him, "i'm sorry." because that's the tragedy of it all. he keeps shutting the door because he thinks he's protecting you from the worst parts of himself.
never realizing...you're standing on the other side of it, wishing he'd just let you carry some of the weight with him.(◞‸◟)💧
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I LOVE your works smm, but I was wondering if you could do Thriller era Michael and reader who is eager for his touch but Michael is too busy talking on the landline to Quincy soo.. reader gives him a blowjob while hes on the phone 😃??
I LOVE THIS ASK ND U *KISS* *KISS* i’ll keep this in mind! I don’t take request but i genuinely looooveee this 😋, thank you so much anon much love (˶>⩊<˶) (˶>⩊<˶)
Michael shut the office door a little harder than he meant to.
The laughter downstairs carried through the walls anyway. Someone had started another round of "Happy Birthday," though half the kids had already abandoned the song in favor of yelling over each other.
The music from downstairs dulled instantly. Michael didn't even look at you. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared out the window like he'd been personally wronged by the sun. You sighed. "Really?" still no answer. "Michael." Still nothing. "Oh, so we're doing the silent treatment now?"
"I have nothin' to say." You blinked. "Then why did you drag me in here?" His jaw flexed. "I didn't drag you."
"You literally grabbed my wrist."
"I guided you." You laughed once. "You're so unbelievable."
"So are you."
"What does that mean?" He finally turned. "What does it mean?" He gestured toward you. "You're wearing that."
You looked down at your dress. The black one.
The one that hugged your waist just right, dipped a little lower in the back, and had earned the nickname 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 years ago, because every single time you wore it, Michael couldn't keep his hands off you.
Back when he was your husband. "It's a dress, Michael..get over it."
"It is not just a dress."
"It absolutely is." He scoffed. "You know exactly what dress that is."
"Oh god."
"You wore it on our anniversary in Paris. You wore it when we renewed our vows, goodness.. you wore it when i couldn't stop makin' love to you."
"That was eleven years ago." His face twisted. "You don't have to remind me miss." Your lips pressed together. "You don't get to tell me what I wear anymore."
"I know."
"But you're acting like you do."
"I know."
"So what's the problem?" He looked away. His voice came out quieter. "I don't like other men looking at you."
Your face slightly softens. "...Michael." He looks up. "I don't."
"You lost that privilege." You said with no empathy. "I know." He laughed bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Believe me, I'm painfully aware." The tension softened.
You hated when his voice did that. That tiny crack. That little glimpse of the man you'd built fifteen years of your life with. "You looked..." He searched for the words. "Beautiful."
Your heart jumped. "I couldn't stop noticing." His gaze dipped "You weren't supposed to." You tease.
"And every man downstairs was looking at you." You folded your arms. "Were they?" He shot you a look. "Don't do that." A smile tugged at your lips. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He said fast. "look at me...michael." and he did. "I'm irritated." You roll your eyes. "That's jealousy."
"It's different."
"It really isn't." He groaned dramatically, dropping into your brother's desk chair. "I hate this."
"What?"
"Being divorced." Your smile faded. "I hate that I can't walk over and put my hand on your waist." He looked at the floor. "I hate that I have to pretend it doesn't bother me." Another beat of silence. Then, from the hallway— "uncle applehead?"
Both your heads snapped toward the door.Your brother's oldest son. Cameron, muffled voice came through.
"Auntie (name)? Uncle bryan said we're taking a family picture." You and Michael exchanged a look.
He stood, straightening his jacket. "You still drive me crazy," he muttered.You smirked. "Oh, I know."
"...You wore that dress on purpose." you bite your lips. "I did." His eyes widened. "You are evil." You grinned all the way out the door. "And yet..." You glanced over your shoulder. "...you married me."
He couldn't even argue. He just shook his head with the tiniest, most lovesick smile. "Cameron..tell uncle bryan we're a little busy 'kay?"
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he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek. "Let Daddy take care of his girl, hm?" His words made your heart skip and your thighs clench around him as he lined himself up with you.
The first slow push had you gasping. He was still stretching you inch by inch after all this years, your nails pressing into his back as he moved carefully.
"O-oh sooo good," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Still so tight—So warm, baby.." Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as your body adjusted to the feeling of him...so big, filling you so deeply you couldn’t think.
"You’re doing so good, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a second, letting you breathe, his hand still holding your waist, his touch grounding. Then slowly, he began to move. Your moans were soft at first, breathy and needy, hands gripping onto his back like it was the only thing grounding you.
But then he started to go deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, more purposeful, and your sounds shifted, whimpers, then moans, broken and high-pitched.
He groaned low in your ear, his pace steady but rough, his large hands locked tight around your waist. "Y-you feel that, mama?" he rasped, eyes dropping down between your bodies.
You blinked through the pleasure, dazed and flushed, until you followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. There. A faint bump rising under the skin of your stomach every time he drove into you.
"Look at that," he muttered, voice full of awe. "You feel me here, huh, sweetheart?" Your lips parted, no words coming, just a shaky moan as he flattened his palm over the bulge. You trembled under him as he pressed down, and your body clenched tight around him.
"Shit," he hissed, "You’re so Beautiful, mama. Can y'feel every inch of me?" You nodded frantically, tears almost pricking your eyes from how full you were, from how deep he was.
"C-can’t believe I’m this d-deep in you," he growled, thrusting up again, and again, letting his hand stay firm on your stomach while your fingers gripped the sheets. "Taking it so well f’me. My perfect girl." Michael's hotel room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between you obscene and constant, your voice breaking into gasps as he kept pounding into you.
You moaned louder and louder, he brought his hand down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ease.
He started circling, slow and firm, and it was like your entire body shutdown. "C’mon, let go f’me," he murmured, lips grazing your temple. "My pretty lady." It only took a few more strokes of his fingers, perfectly timed with the deep thrusts of his hips, and your body tensed underneath him.
a loud moan broke from your throat as you came hard, everything pulsing, your walls fluttering around him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering slightly, hands tightening around your waist to steady you through it. You barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.
still trembling from your orgasm, you blinked up at him over your shoulder, dazed. He was already stroking himself at the sight of you like this. Face down, ass up, skin flushed and glistening. He leaned over and kissed the base of your spine, both hands caressing your ass as he lined himself back up. "Y-you can give me one more for Daddy, yeah?"
You were already nodding, dazed and needy. His large palms smoothed over the curve of your ass before he gave a sharp, affectionate squeeze.
You whimpered into the pillow when he slipped back inside, deeper now somehow, your body so sensitive. He bent forward over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder. "You’re so good to me..mmh.." he praised, hips rolling into you harder.
"I miss you mama,.. i dont deserve you." Your fingers clawed at the pillows as your body rocked with his rhythm, a fresh wave of pleasure building fast, hotter, messier.
He slid a hand around your waist, fingertips finding your clit again, rubbing soft circles that made your legs tremble. "mmhhm!!—mikey!" you whimpered, body arching as his hand kept moving so deliciously. "Close, sweetheart?" murmured in your ear, his voice hoarse, strained. "shit, m-me too…" you nodded frantically, barely able to form words. "Y's-so big.. i missed you daddy—M’so close!"
"I’m gonna make you a mommy," he whispered, voice gravelly in your ear. "Fill you up just right—watch you carry my baby, yeah?" Your whole body jolted at his words, the sound of them shooting straight to your core.
You nodded uncontrollably, thighs clenching, the pleasure unbearable now, building fast and out of control. "Daddy—m’gonna—ahh!" you moaned, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as the wave finally hit you.
Your body shook violently, hips jerking, and then it happened, your climax crashing over you so hard, you couldn’t stop the gush that followed, soaking everything beneath you. "yesss atta girl, so good mama," he hissed, watching it happen under him.
The sight alone was enough. His thrusts faltered and his grip on your waist tightened almost bruisingly. "s-shitttt, I’m gonna cum—shit—" With a final, deep groan and whimper, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, cock pulsing as he spilled every last drop into your still twitching cunt.
He flipped you over, and shoved his mouth onto yours, kissing you hungrily, his hand cupping your jaw. You both lay there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in sync, the quiet only broken by your mingled breaths.
His forehead rested against yours, eyes half lidded and soft as he murmured, "I missed you so damn much baby..divorce sucks, I’ll buy you the pill in the morning, okay?" you smiled sleepily, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek. "I missed you more angel, its okay." you whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
A few minutes passed, and then Michael shifted, letting out a long exhale before resting his head against your bare chest, his arms lazily wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. You threaded your fingers through his hair without thinking, letting your nails lightly scrape over his scalp in slow, soothing motions. He let out a quiet hum, almost like a purr, before speaking—voice lower than before, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say aloud. "Would you like to get on tour with me again, love? i miss you so bad."
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ bad era!michael who notices you've never really dated anyone and becomes way too invested in fixing that.
1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆bad!michael being so hopelessly gone for his personal assistant! that the smallest things completely throw him off.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 like he's in the studio, jacket half zipped, sunglasses pushed up into his curls, flipping through lyric sheets while sipping a glass of orange juice, he sets it down beside you without thinking. you're busy highlighting tomorrow's schedule.
"…can i?" he barely looks up. "mm-hm." so you take a sip. completely innocent. completely normal. Right...
until michael finally glances over. and realizes. you're drinking from his glass. the exact spot his lips were just on. his brain practically short circuits. he just...stares. you lower the glass. "..what?"
"...nothin'." except his ears are turning hot 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 the next day...he "accidentally" leaves his drink beside your notebook again. "...oops."
you raise an eyebrow. "...oops?" He slightly smiles. "...forgot." you know he didn't. you absolutely know he didn't. but you play along anyway. "mind if i steal some?"
he tries to sound casual. "…go ahead." you smile to yourself before taking another sip. this time...making eye contact with him over the rim of the bottle. completely on purpose. michael forgets what sentence he was reading.
".…you okay?" he blinks. "y-yeah." You play the game a little tooooo well. "we’ll…you've been on the same page for like...five minutes." You smirk. "...have i?" He says with full innocent.
"michael..." He looks at your lips then back at you. "...hm?"
"you were literally reading it upside down." he looks down.
...it is upside down. "Oh." after that it becomes your favorite little game. he orders a milkshake. takes exactly one sip. then slides it toward you. "It’s..too sweet." You look at the milkshake confused. "...really?"
"yeah." you know he's lying because it's his favorite flavor.
still...you take a sip anyway. "...it's good." he smiles. "Oh yeah?" You took another few sips while making eye contact "Yeah." He smiles even wider now "..Okay ma’am." WHY IS HE SO PLEASED 😭
one afternoon rehearsal finally wraps after six exhausting hours.
everyone is scattered around the studio. dancers are stretching. the band is packing equipment. michael is sitting cross legged on the stage, sweaty from rehearsal, quietly scribbling changes into his notebook.
without looking up, he reaches beside him. "Angel…could you please hand me my orange juice?" you're halfway through organizing tomorrow's call sheet. "...one second." you grab the bottle. except...you're a lil thirsty too. so without thinking...you take a sip first.
then hand it to him. still reading the schedule. "...wardrobe fitting moved to ten..interview at one…and Quincy called—" you stop talking. because michael...isn't listening. he's staring at the bottle. "Mr Jackson..what’s wrong?"
"nothin' angel." he takes it anyway. his thumb brushes the rim where your lipstick left the faintest mark. your eyes follow the movement. "...oh." you suddenly realize. "I apologise." You fake then you immediately reach for it. "I'll get you another one." before your fingers reach the bottle...michael pulls it back. "why?"
"...because i drank from it." He smirks. "i know angel…i don't mind." then—without breaking eye contact—he takes a sip from the exact same place.😭😭😭
and the worst part? he never tells you to stop why? he just likes it. TOO MUCH.
likes seeing your lipstick on the rim of his cup, likes that you're comfortable enough to share without asking twice, likes that it's such a tiny, ordinary thing that somehow feels weirdly intimate to him.
one day you catch him smiling down at the bottle after you've handed it back. "Is there a problem mr Jackson?" he looks up immediately. "Nah nothin'." Still smiling. "But…you're smiling."
"...am i?" He teases. "yes, you are." he ducks his head with the cutest, most embarrassed grin. "...sharing's nice." you grin back, pretending not to notice the faint blush creeping across his cheeks.
"sharing is caring." You tease back. "...yeah," he mumbles, taking another sip from the same spot you just drank from. "...it surely is Angel." ☹️🤍
and because you're his assistant...nobody questions it. to everyone else it's practical. you're constantly checking if his tea is still warm. making sure he's drinking enough water.
handing him bottles between rehearsals. sharing whatever's closest because neither of you has time to think about whose is whose. except...for michael...he thinks about it every single time.
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. i love personal assistant diaries….. he’s such a shy flirt fuck Michael come kiss me pls, I hope you liked it ily 👼🏽 again I did not proofread soooo.. if any mistakes u didn’t saw that.
contains: sexual themes, fingering, squirting , soft!dom thriller michael. fem!reader & use of ! baby & mama. Michael loves teasing you, kinda rushed? ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ thriller!michael who loves to make his baby feel good <3 You gasped when you felt his hand drift lower, past the waistband of your shorts, past your panties — until his fingers were finally pressed against your bare and soaked slit. He kissed your neck like a hungry man, just touching you there was enough to knock the breath from his lungs. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“F-fuck, do you feel me baby?” he whispered, slow and reverent, fingers parting you gently. “Y-you’re so soaked.” You whimpered softly, the tension you’d been holding onto all day was unraveling with each slow stroke of his fingers. “Ah… mikey fuck—don’t tease.” Ignoring you, his fingers parted you slowly, tracing your folds. Teasing every slick inch like it was his favorite thing in the world. And it was. “All this’ for m’ baby?” he murmured, fingers gliding up to swirl over your clit, light but deliberate. “You don’t have to act shy wit’ me mama, when your pussy’s begging you jus’ tell me alright?”
Your legs fell open without thinking, hips moving toward his big hand like your body had completely given up on pretending it didn’t crave him. The wet disgusting sounds of his fingers working you open made the heat twist tighter in your belly and throat, your breathing shallow and uneven as he circled your clit. You whimpered, thighs trembling around his wrist. Your head leaned against his shoulder, pressure building between your legs and the way his fingers moved on your heat. He slipped two fingers inside you without warning, and you cried out, your hand shooting up to grip his arm hard. He groaned at how tight you clenched around him, curling his fingers deep, fucking you slow. “Soooo wet… mmhh fuck, you’re dripping, mama.” He muttered, lips dragging hot down your neck.
Your shaky, grinding harder on the thick length of his fingers, it also made you cling tighter to his shirt as your thighs still trembled around him. “Mmmhh so good for me, f-fuck, I know baby—needy girl, huh?” he teased, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. “M-Michael…. P-Please…” you whined, voice barely above a whisper. His grip on your thighs (to keep u open.) tightened, guiding your thighs to stay open, as he did that he tilted his head to look at you, lips parted and eyes basically rolling. “Yeah? You feel good? Mmhh i know you do, don’t you mama? you’re making me so hard f-fuck baby.” Your only answer was a soft, desperate moan as you rocked against him again, your panties damppppp, Michael licked a stripe up your neck before sucking another very visible mark into your skin, right over your collarbone, slow and possessive. Your hips moved on instinct now, slow, needy rolls that made your clit even more throb. Making it feel like your 2th orgasam.
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Your whole body was trembling now, every movement of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. He knew exactly where to curl them, how to angle each thrust, how to grind his thumb over your clit just right. Your moans had turned to helpless little cries, your body rocking into his hand, chasing the high he was so expertly giving you. “Mike—Michael, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, voice nearly breaking as you teetered right on the brink. And then he stopped. You choked out a whimper, the sudden absence of his fingers leaving you aching and empty. “N-no —Michael, please. Baby please.” you whimpered, hips still twitching, trying to chase the pressure he’d stolen away. He pulled back slowly, trailing his wet fingers up your stomach as he leaned in to kiss your jaw, your cheek, and then your mouth, all soft and sweet. His kiss was gentle—too gentle, considering the way your body was still shaking with need.
then slammed his two fingers back in, hard. You cried out, body jolting beneath him as he set a brutal rhythm, each thrust deep, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the dark room. “Say it to me baby,” he panted, his pace unrelenting. “Say you’re mine, and tell me what you’re about to do.”
“I—I’m yours, Michael! Fuck!” you moaned, voice high and shaking. “All yours b-baby!” He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck as he fucked you harder wirh his fingers again, the bed creaking under his pace. “Damn right you are my baby, cum for me.” Your moans came out in broken little sobs, your hands scrambling to hold onto his hair as each thrust knocked the breath out of you. He was so deep, his fingers are so thick and stretching you to your limit, the sound of his hand slapping against your soaked cunt obscene in the dark room. You then came hard on his fingers with a loud, shuddering scream. “Michael—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed hard, thighs clamping around his fingers, shaking your head and stopping his hand, powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you.
“Fuckk.. atta girl, mmhh so, so good.” Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers gushing wetly on his lap and fingers while he continued to rub your clit, to see a small reaction. “Mean, huh? aww look at you mama…You did so good. Took it all for me.” Once you were clean, he crawled back into bed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms, his hand rubbing soft circles into your back. “I adore you so much baby, i love seeing you feel good. Now go to sleep mama, I got you.” he murmured, lips brushing your forehead. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. This took ME so long *sigh*... lmk if this was good! I did not proofread lol,,, so if u see any mistakes please ignore! I love feedback and talking to u guys (so don’t be scared to comment.) >.< so much loves nd kisses mwa.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆thriller!michael feeling guilty because his personal assistant practically lives around his schedule ☹️ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
like one night it's almost midnight and you're still sitting in the studio with your planner open, crossing things off tomorrow's itinerary while everyone else has already gone home. michael looks up from the piano. "...you ever do anything for yourself?" you don't even look up. "this is for myself."
"no," he laughs softly. "this is for me." you shrug like it's no big deal. "i don't mind." and that's somehow worse. because he starts noticing everything after that. how you always eat after he does.
how you never leave until he's safely back at the hotel. how every weekend somehow turns into another workday because if michael needs something, you're already there before he asks. one evening he finally sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "you know... you're a pretty young thing."
"...thanks?"
"i'm serious." he smiles sadly. "you should be out with friends. on dates. doin'... whatever people our age do." you laugh. "our age?" he points at you.
"your age."😭 you just shrug again. "i like being here."
"...because it's your job?"
"...because it's you."
…silence. michael just stares at you. because you said it so casually, like you didn't even realize what came out of your mouth. you freeze about three seconds later. "...i didn't mean—"
"yeah," he says quietly. you immediately start rambling. "i mean, i did mean it, just—not like—"
"hey." he steps closer. "look at me." you finally do. he's smiling. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) "you deserve somebody who looks at you the way you spend all day lookin' after everybody else." you blink. "...michael..."
before you can overthink it again, he reaches up and gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "thank you," he whispers. and then, almost like he surprises himself...he leans in and kisses you.
so gently it almost doesn't feel real. just the lightest press of his lips against yours. lowkey testing. like he's giving you every chance in the world to stop him. instead...you kiss him back.
michael lets out the quietest little breath against your lips, almost relieved. his thumb brushes your cheek. he kisses you again. this time slower…..and trying to add tongue *ehem*
your brain goes completely blank. you've imagined what kissing him might be like more times than you'd ever admit, but nothing compares to the reality of it. he's impossibly careful.
like you're something precious. when you finally relax, your hand finds the sleeve of his jacket without thinking, gently holding onto it. michael smiles into the kiss. he absolutely melts.
so do you. for a few perfect seconds, the schedules, the rehearsals, the cameras, the job title...none of it exists. it's just michael. just you.
his forehead rests lightly against yours when he pulls back for air, both of you breathing a little unevenly. "...wow girl," he whispers.
you can't even answer. he laughs softly, almost shy. "been wanting to do that for a while." your cheeks burn. "...really?" he nods once.
"...really." he leans in again almost instinctively, brushing another soft kiss against your lips, a little more certain this time. you almost let yourself disappear into it—until your eyes suddenly fly open. "...oh no." michael blinks. "...what?"
you gently pull back, staring at him in complete disbelief before covering your face with both hands. "...this is not what Joe- mr Jackson would've wanted." there's a complete silence. michael just... stares at you. "...that's..."
his shoulders start shaking."...that's your first thought?" you peek through your fingers, mortified. "I panicked!" he bursts into laughter. the kind that makes him bend forward slightly, one hand over his face.
"I kiss you..." he says between laughs, "...and you're worried about Joseph?"
"I'm trying to process this!"
"Oh, Lord..." he's still laughing when he reaches for your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face.
"There’s my pretty young thing’."
"I'm embarrassed."
"I can see, but it’s okay."
"You should've noticed before you kissed me."
"I definitely wasn't thinkin' about Joe Jackson." That only makes you groan louder. He smiles so warmly it almost hurts to look at him. "...Neither of us is ever gonna live this conversation down, are we?"
You sigh dramatically. "...Probably not."
"...Worth it, though." And before you can come up with another panicked excuse, he steals one last quick kiss—grinning the entire time you gasp in protest.
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ bad era!michael who notices you've never really dated anyone and becomes way too invested in fixing that.
1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ bad era!michael who notices you've never really dated anyone and becomes way too invested in fixing that.
1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ bad era!michael who notices you've never really dated anyone and becomes way too invested in fixing that.
1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
. ⊹ 🍮🥄 ៹ ݁contains: sexual themes, blowjob, soft!dom bad michael. fem!reader & use of ! nicknames. Michael loves teasing you, lwk fwb (m! receiving.) ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ bad era!michael who notices you've never really dated anyone and becomes way too invested in fixing that.
1988'
it starts after a group dinner when everyone keeps talking about their first kisses and their first time getting down on someone.
you stay very quiet and michael noticed that. later that night you're both sitting on the hood of his car outside Hayvenhurst, sharing food from a drive thru bag while the radio quietly plays in the background.
he nudges your shoulder. "You got real quiet back there, lady." You shrug. "Didn't have anything to add."
"...Why?" Another shrug. "...Never kissed, or got down to anyone." He slowly lowers a fry. "...You're serious?" He scans your face. You immediately regret saying it. "Forget it."
"No, no." He turns to face you completely. "You've never been kissed?" You shake your head, already embarrassed.
"I just... never cared that much." He studies you for a second, chin resting on his hand. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm not lookin' at you any way."
"You are."
"I am not." Michael laughs, throwing his head back. "I ain't judgin' you, pretty lady."
"You totally are. Young man." You tease. "I'm jus’ surprised." You roll your eyes. "Ugh mike, shut up." 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 He shakes his head, smiling to himself. "I just figured... I dunno."
"What?" You ask curious. "Somebody would've beat me to it."
Your eyebrows pull together. "...Beat you to what?" He freezes. "...Nothin'." The fact he has the nerve to be shy after saying that. "Michael...what do you mean?"
"Nothin' pretty lady, don’t worry."
A few minutes pass before he casually says—"I could teach you both."
You almost choke on your soda. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He chuckles. "No, I definitely didn't." You almost choke again. He grins behind his sunglasses, even though it's literally nighttime.
"I said I could teach you."
"You've lost your mind."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend!"
"So?"
"Sooo best friends don't…do that stuff."
"...Since when?"
"Since forever!"
He shrugs like you're the unreasonable one. "I think you're makin' up rules." You stare at him. "I am not kissing you."
"Didn't say you had to."
"I said I could help."
"That's the same thing."
"It's educational."
"Oh my goodness Michael."
"You gonna let some random dude be your first kiss and get down him?"
"...Eventually?"
"What if he's terrible?"
"I can take that."
"But what if he ain't patient?" You don't answer. Michael knew what you did there. His smile softens just a little.
"You'd get nervous, hm?"
"...maybe."
"You'd pretend you weren't."
"...maybe, yeah."
"And then he'd rush you." You look away. He sighs. "I wouldn't, pretty lady." That catches your attention. His voice is quieter now. "I'd wait..whenever you’re ready, I’d wait." The air suddenly feels different.
You look down at the paper cup in your hands. "...You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"Making everything sound reasonable." He laughs. "Is it workin'?"
"...A little."
"I knew it." He hops off the hood and walks around until he's standing in front of you.
"No pressure."
"You literally just spent ten minutes pressuring me."
"I spent ten minutes presenting evidence."
"You'd make a terrible lawyer."
"I'd make a great teacher." You roll your eyes so hard it makes him laugh. "...okay, one kiss…and you learn me how to give a blowjob?," you mumble.
His grin immediately gives him away. "So you agreed." You look away shyly. "Don't sound so excited." He laughs. "I'm not!"
"Oh you are."
"I'm happy you're trustin' me." He steps closer, suddenly much gentler than before. His hand comes up slowly, giving you plenty of time to move if you want. "You really want this, pretty?"
"...Yeah." He bites his lips. "Cute."
"..Michael."
"Sorry." He's smiling, but softer now. "Just... don't think so much." Easy for him to say.
The second his fingers brush your cheek, your heart starts racing. "I don't know what I'm doing," you admit quietly. "I know, m’lady and that’s okay."
"You better not laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
"You promise?"
"I promise." He leans in slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I got you." The kiss is brief and warm. Gentle enough that it barely registers before it's over. When he pulls away, you're still blinking at him. "...That's all?"
He smiles. "For now."
"...okay well.. show the dirty deed than." He flashes that signature Bad-era grin.
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he laid out on the bed , his shirt lifted and a lazy smirk on his face as you sat on your knees.
"you look a little flushed pretty girl." his hand coming up to your cheek. "you said you wanted to learn, you getting cold feet now?" Now Michael knows your inexperienced , he’d been taking things extra slow with you but sometimes you surprised him and he didn’t stop you.
"n-no." you started. "but what if i do it wrong , what if i bite you or something? I don’t know."
"you’re not gonna bite me sweetheart... and who knows i might like…that." he chuckled seeing your face flush even more. "c’mon you’re a big girl." his hands wrapping around your thighs. “and i’m here to help you , i promise."
you bite down on your lips, he let out a low groan , he didn’t care how sloppy it might be , he needed to feel your lips around him. "It’s jus’ like a lollipop."
"okay.." he smiled softly , his big hand caressing your cheek. “good girl.” he unbuckled his pants. "Go ahead, take my cock out sweetheart." his eyes were low as he watched you nervously fiddling around with his pants , lifting his hips up to allow you to pull them down enough to pull his cock out,
your eyes widening at his length. "m-Michael..you’re really big." he laughed softly. "Touch it, sweet girl." he groaned softly as you held his soft cock in your hands.
"Y-yeah my sweet girl, now move up and d-down." you obeyed. "slowly." he trailed off as you moved your hands , pre-cum dribbling down his cock. "O-oh fuck…princess , keep going."
"now , if y’want.. give the tip a little kiss." lowering your head down, kissing the tip, the sticky essence coating your lips.
"good girl, open your mouth." he ran his hands through your head softly. "g-go slow." parting your lips , letting his cock slowly slip into your mouth. "fuuuuck." he groaned softly, hissing when your teeth grazed the vein.
"Goodness baby , careful with your t-teeth , you’re doing so good though….so good f’me." he praised,your muffled moans,sending vibrations through his cock. "sh-shit, you like sucking my cock?" he groaned, he tugged at your hair softly. desperately wanting to push your head down and make you gag on his cock…shit he was about to cum. "wait fuck hold on sweet girl , stop.."
"d-did i do something wrong?" you pulled off of him, your lips swollen, eyes teary — and fucked out. "no , of course not – fuck you were too good i almost came." he huffed out a breathless laugh.
"isn’t that a good thing?" you titled your head to the side confused , you were killing him. "Ye-yeah it is angel, but i didn’t want to overwhelm you…" his cock was still hard , twitching against his stomach.
you didn’t know what you were doing, but you picked it back up. "Baby wait you don’t—fuck!" he hissed as you bobbed up and down on his length.
"Ohhhh-baby-fuck." you smiled, mouth full of his cock. "S-shit, sweetheart, i’m gonna c-cum." you kept going , jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.
his cock twitched before his cum shot into your mouth , some of it leaking out the corners of your mouth. "a-ah shitttt, that’s enough f’me..pretty." you pulled off of him , cum and spit coating your lips. "did i do good big daddy." You tease.
"good?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Sweet girl, you sure you haven’t done that before?" you flushed , swatting his chest.
"Mike stop…" he pulled you into his lap. "You did so good." your need for him growing as he praised.
"m-mike-" he rubbed soft circles into your thighs. "getting needy mama?" you whimpered, nodding. "you did such a good job for your first time…only right i help you now right?" you core burning with anticipation. "Wanna sit on my face."
"W-What?" he pulled you further up. "c’mon..let me taste you." he whispered sweetly, hissing the insides of your thighs. "Want you to ride my face , use me. Please."
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