michael jackson x f!reader ââââàšà§ââââ ⥠wc: 6.2k
synopsis: michael has always believed intimacy belongs in marriage. but as temptation becomes harder to resist, he starts convincing himself that maaaybe some things just donât count
cw: smut, established relationship, mutual pining, religious/moral conflict, manipulation if u squint ?, poor decision making n even worse excuses, pathetic!michael lowk, v nasty... like actually nasty as hell, loud whiny michael, thriller!michael
michaelâs mother had drummed very specific principles into him since he was young, and they always stayed in the back of his mind. heâd grown up believing that a woman was someone you treated with total reverence â someone you protected and cherished. to him, saving the ultimate intimacy for a marriage wasn't just a rule. it was a way to keep something holy.
when you two started dating five months ago, he wanted that structure. he wanted to show you that he loved your mind and your spirit, that he could be the perfect gentleman who honoured the promises you both made to wait.
and for a while, it was easy. you slipped into a comfortable rhythm where everything else seemed to fade into the background. he loved the ordinary days most â the afternoons spent lying in your bed and talking about nothing in particular for hours, sharing snacks, or teasing each other until his stomach ached from laughing.
michael was the kind of boyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off you in the gentlest ways. heâd always reach out to loop his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side, or heâd absentmindedly drum out little beats against your knee with his fingers while you talked. it was the little things.
but lately, something had started to change.
every time he kissed you, the boundaries he'd worked so hard to maintain seemed to blur a little more. the sweet, chaste kisses had slowly shifted over the last few weeks, turning into something⊠hungrier.
you'd spend hours tangled together in the dark, your mouths moving lazily against each other's as your tongues brushed and tangled until both your heads were spinning. by the time he finally forced himself to pull away, his heart would be battering against his ribs, his jeans painfully tight. he'd lower his face into the crook of your neck, pretending he simply wanted to hold you a little longer when really he was trying to hide how badly he ached for you.
eventually, the heat didn't even need a kiss to spark anymore.
just being around you distracted him, clouding his mind with thoughts that left his skin burning with shame.
he'd started doing things he never would've dared during those first few months of dating. his hands, once so careful, had begun wandering without him even realizing it. he'd find excuses to press the growing hardness in his jeans against your hip during a simple hug, letting out a shaky breath as he subtly nudged himself closer just to feel the warmth of your body.
if you were standing in the kitchen, heâd hover behind you, his front flushing right against your ass while he pretended to reach for something, letting his long fingers drag along the curve of your waist a second longer than they needed to. he was becoming a fiend for your body, his lidded eyes constantly tracking the way your clothes clung to you or staring at your ass when you walked past him.
just the other day, you were sitting cross-legged on the floor by his stereo, letting his pet snake, muscles, coil lazily around your arms while your fingers brushed lightly over his scales. you were wearing his button-down shirt that slipped slightly off one side, exposing the smooth curve of your collarbone and the top of your shoulder. michael had been standing near the window, but his eyes were glued onto you.
he watched the slow glide of your fingertips along the scales, and a completely different â dirty image flashed in his mind. It was so filthy that it made his stomach drop.
he imagined walking over right in front of you, unbuckling his belt and letting his hard, aching dick spring free at your eye level. he pictured catching your wrist, gently lifting your hand away and guiding your palm straight onto his skin. he wanted to teach you exactly how to hold him, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moving your hand in that same stroke you were using right now.
he could practically feel the warmth of your hand squeezing him, sliding all the way down to his base and back up to the wet tip. heâd bite his lip as he looked down at you, a groan slipping from his chest as you coated your palm in his precum.
a hot blush rushed straight to his cheeks the second he snapped back to reality. his heart was hammering, and he could feel the thick length of his dick swelling and pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans.
michael quickly licked his lips, pressing them together in that nervous habit of his, pretending to fuss with the cuffs of his shirt as he tried to steady his breathing. he was terrified that if you looked up right now, you'd somehow see every sinful thought written across his face.
the guilt from those daydreams always ate at him later. it settled deep in his chest, making him feel sick for even letting his mind wander that far. he'd whisper quiet apologies to god on the drive back home and promise that it wouldn't happen again.
but then he'd see you the next day, and the cycle would repeat.
the very first time the boundaries cracked was a couple of weeks ago.
the house was full from a family gathering, and the distant chatter of his siblings echoed from down the hall. you were curled up against his side, one of your legs draped comfortably over his thighs while your fingers idly toyed with the buttons of his shirt. michaelâs arm was stretched out along the back of the couch, holding you close while the pad of his middle finger slowly stroked back and forth against your leg.Â
"i was thinking we try that little milkshake place tomorrow," you murmured, looking up at him with a smile. "the one down the street with the neon sign. you keep saying you wanna go."
michael nodded, but his mind was already completely somewhere else. his gaze had dropped, his half-lidded eyes slowly roaming over your face before sliding down to the bare skin of your collarbone. "mhm... yeah. okay," he murmured, his voice low.
you couldn't help the warm blush that rushed to your cheeks at the look he was giving you. "is something distracting you?" you teased.
his mouth curved into a small crooked smile, one that shows that he knew he was caught. "'m not distracted."
"no?" you smiled as he shook his head. you leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips.
before you could even think about pulling back, michaelâs hand came alive. his fingers slid up to cup your jaw, his long fingers dragging your face right back into his to completely cut off your retreat. though, the sweetness of the kiss was no longer there.
his mouth opened wide over yours, his tongue pushing past your teeth to slide deep into your mouth, tangling with yours deeply, stealing your breath. you let out a soft whine, your hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth grew hungrier, his lips sliding over yours in a way that made your ears ring.
his hands moved down to your waist, gripping you tight as he shifted his weight, pushing you backward until your back hit the plush couch cushions. he crowded right over you, his frame trapping you against the cushions as your legs opened and welcomed him in. the blunt pressure of his hard dick pressed perfectly against your core through his trousers. a low groan rattled in his chest as his hands slid down to cup your ass through your clothes as he dragged his length firmly up against you.
you let out a sharp gasp at the slide of it, your body trembling. hearing that little noise only seemed to drive him crazier. he loved it and wanted to hear more, so he gripped your hips and dragged you over him again, his own waist giving a nudge into you.
"michael, w-we shouldn't be doing this,â you managed to breathe out, breaking the kiss for a second, your chest heaving as you looked at him with wide eyes.
but he didn't let the words fully leave your mouth before he was leaning back in, capturing your lips again to swallow the rest of your protest. his mouth was so warm and wet, parting yours with a soft, demanding pressure that made your thoughts immediately start to scatter. you tried to hold onto the hesitation, but as his tongue slid back inside to tangle with yours, the worry melted out of your head, drowned out by the thick heat pooling in your belly.
his waist gave another firm nudge upward, his thick length grinding right against your soaking core. you let out a weak whine into his mouth, your fingers digging hard into his shoulders. michael groaned, breaking the kiss only to drag his lips down the line of your jaw, his breath puffing against your skin before he buried his mouth in the soft crook of your neck. he sucked gently at the sensitive skin there.
michael knew you both shouldn't be doing this. there was a small, nagging flicker of guilt at the back of his mind â the quiet voice of everything he'd been raised to believe about keeping things pure. every line drawn only existed until the moment he couldn't stand the ache anymore. but he was certain he was going to marry you one day, so did the rules even matter? it just felt too good.
so he continued to work you back and forth over his dick, his pelvis tilting upward to grind against you.
it wasn't like he was fucking you â but shit, now michael has a mental image of him fucking you, and it was not helping.
you felt exactly how hard he was beneath his pants, and the pressure of him against you only made you wetter. with each rut of his hips, your panties pressed deeper into your folds, soaking through the fabric and sending waves of pleasure through you.
you let out a whine that was a little too loud, the sound cutting through the room. michaelâs eyes widened slightly in panic, his hand slid up to cover your mouth
"shh, y'gotta stay quiet f'me, honey," he whispered.
you nodded helplessly against his hand, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as he started to grind against you again. you let out a quiet gasp when your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down to press him even harder against you. the hard edge of his zipper caught on your clit with one upward push, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. and you were cumming before you could even think, his name slipping out of your mouth in a muffled cry as you squirmed against him.
michael looked down at you, his brows furrowing slightly as he breathed out. âchrist, did yâjustâŠâ
but the way your hips were jerking against his was the only answer he needed. and with a low whimper, he was cumming too, his hips rutting into your lap as he spent himself, his cum soaking through his pants until a wet patch bloomed across the denim. his head dropped onto your shoulder, his whiny moans vibrating against your ear as his whole body went slack and melted against you.
the murmur of his family down the hall had felt miles away, drowned out by the sound of your ragged breathing. as the daze slowly cleared from his head, michael pulled back, his eyes still hooded and dark as he looked down between your laps at the ruined denim. a wave of guilt settled over the space.
you swallowed hard, looking up at him with nervous eyes. "michael... i can't believe we just did that."
he bit his lip, brushing his hand over his mouth. his fingers tapped lightly against his lips as his gaze roamed over your flushed face, grounding himself. his hand slid down to cup your jaw, his touch incredibly gentle as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead murmuring that it was okay, it didn't count because it wasn't actually sex.
since then, his mind was constantly working to find loopholes, finding ways to bend the rules to chase that feeling once more without feeling like he was betraying everything he stood for.
and it didn't take long for him to find his next excuse. a few nights later, tucked away in your bedroom, he talked you right out of your shorts, leaving you in nothing but thin cotton panties. you were already leaking through the material, the fabric turning damp from where your slick was pooling.
he knelt between your thighs. he could see the plump shape of your pussy from how they clung to you, almost see-through from how much your pussy wept for him.
he parted his lips and leaned in, burying his face into your clothed cunt. the heat of his mouth hit you right through the cloth, and a half-sobbed cry tore out of your throat, your hands flying down to clutch at his hair.
"o-oh, michael, fuck," you whispered, breathless, and he moaned in response â a sound so deep and guttural it vibrated straight to your core. it was filthy and hungry, like the sound of someone finally getting the thing they've been starving for.
his fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, tugging the waistband up tight so the wet cotton wedged deep between your puffy folds. he began sucking your arousal off your underwear, pulling the cloth taut with his lips as his tongue flattened out to lap greedily over your clit. he was on high off the taste of you, letting out these high, whiny moans that vibrated directly into your clit.
"michael, t-this is so dirty," you whispered, your voice trembling as your hips twitched against his lips.
he paused, lifting his face just an inch. he looked so incredibly pretty from that angle, his dark eyes hooded and his full lips glistening with your moisture. "s'not dirty, baby," he rasped, his soft voice slurring slightly from need. "you're too sweet for it t'be dirty. y'taste heavenly..." his gaze flickered down between your thighs for a second. "...and your panties're still on, so 'm only kissin' you... right?" he looked up at you through his eyelashes, waiting.
hearing his soft words phrased like that made you squirm against the sheets, your hands flying to cover your eyes. you couldn't even form a proper answer, just letting out a tiny whine behind your palm that served as agreement.
his mind was already a mess of filthy thoughts. he was imagining what it would feel like to tear the fabric away with his teeth and drown his tongue inside your wetness, picturing how loud you'd scream if he was sliding his dick into this soaking heat instead of just his mouth.
driven by his own thoughts, he pushed the solid tip of his tongue hard against your entrance through the barrier of your panties. you could feel the blunt shape of it trying to poke inside your hole, stretching the cotton taut against your opening.
you let out a loud whine, quickly clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise as your body bucked right off the mattress. your thighs started to tremble around his head, helpless as he ate you through the ruined cloth.
his tongue dragged up the damp fabric, slow and greedy, before his mouth sealed over your clit. he sucked hard through the wet cotton, making your thighs jerk around his head. michael was losing his mind, completely obsessed with the sweet taste of you soaking right through the cloth.
he groaned again, grinding his mouth deeper against you, smothering himself in your heat and slick as if he'd completely forgotten the cloth was even there. when your body tried to buck, his grip shifted, his large hands clamping onto your hips to pin you down.
he held you perfectly still.
he was fucking feasting, and your body knew it â your body was responding â every muscle tense, your thighs beginning to tremble.
your hands clutched at his hair, desperate, and you felt your own wetness smear hotter through the cotton as he shifted slightly, tongue tracing the edge of your panties now, like he was teasing himself just as much as he was teasing you.
he slowed down for a second, tormenting you by just pressing a soft, feather-light kiss right against your swollen clit â a touch so bare it made you cry out from the lack of pressure. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, tugging the fabric up tight so the wet cotton wedged deep between your folds.
with your underwear pulled taut, he used the flat of his hand to rub the soaked material back and forth against your peak, using the damp cloth to grind directly into your slick center until you were sobbing.
he dropped his mouth back down over your drenched center, his lips sealing over your swollen peak. you let out a broken scream, silently thanking god that no one was home as his tongue plunged back into the wet cotton, flattening out to lick you with broad strokes that had your hips bucking off the bed.
the relentless lap of his tongue was pushing you right over the edge, your chest heaved, your fingers knotting into his dark curls as you felt the coil tighten in your tummy.
"y'close, baby?" he asked, his voice so soft. he felt the tremors running through your body. he paused his licking for a second, keeping his lips pressed to your swollen nub.
"let go, sweetheart," he mumbled as he looked up at you. "c'mon. lemme feel you. i got you."
his voice was your final breaking point. he lapped at you again, his tongue moving in fast strokes, flattening out to press the drenched fabric deep into your aching folds.
"thaat's it... god, you're so wet," he groaned against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. "give it t'me, baby. let it out."
and then you were crashing over the edge. your back arched off the mattress, a loud, broken sob tearing from your throat as your orgasm hit you in violent waves. your hips jerked uncontrollably against his face. michael stayed buried right against you, lapping over your clit as he worked you through your cries, greedily drinking down every single drop of your release through your panties until your trembling thighs went slack.
the room fell silent again, save for the sound of your ragged breathing.
it wasn't like you didn't know any better. you knew that you weren't supposed to be doing this. but you just couldn't say no to him when he made you feel like this.
and his sweet words were like nectar in your ears, making it far too easy for him to turn wrong into right. if he wanted to push his excuses further, you were going to let him.
besides, you were already so wet, your slick coating your pussy, and he was still throbbing, rock hard and desperate against your hip. there wouldn't be any harm in helping him out too... right?
so when he crawled back up your body, peppering tender kisses over your cheeks, your nose, and your glossy lips, making you melt right into the mattress. he kissed you like you were something precious, his hands trembling as he shifted himself between your thighs.
"baby," he whispered against your mouth, his voice raspy with need as his fingers worked at his unbuckled belt, pulling his length free. "'m achin' so bad f'you. will y'let me jus..."
you were nodding even though he didn't even finish his sentence. he guided the broad head of his dick straight against your soaked panties. he dragged his length up and down the damp seam, pressing the wet cotton deeper into your puffy slit. you whimpered his name, your thighs trembling from how sensitive you still were from your orgasm.
michael moaned in response, his hips giving a gentle thrust into you. his dick ground right against your core, making you squirm under him. he continued his movement once more, dragging himself over your slick before his fingers reached down, hooking the damp elastic.
he pushed it to the side, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air. a quiet groan escaped him at the sight, his long fingers guiding his dick straight to your pussy. his thumbs pulled your folds apart, a string of slick catching and stretching between them before snapping, glistening under your bedroom light.
he bit his lip in concentration as he glided through your slick, letting out a shaky breath as his hot tip smeared up and down your aching folds.
you squirmed under his dark stare, feeling so exposed with the way he was looking down at you. "michaelâŠ" you whimpered, your thighs trying to press shut to hide yourself from him.
"no, no, baby, please don't hide." his hands flew straight to your thighs, pinning them open wide. his voice sounded pathetic as he looked down at you.
he guided his dick right back to your center, rubbing his shaft up and down into your folds. the hot tip caught right over your swollen clit, making your hips jerk into him. he bit his lip, his brows knit in concentration as he stared down at the filthy sight.
you lifted your head to look, letting out a soft mewl at the sight alone. his dick was so thick against you that your folds were barely visible underneath him, completely buried beneath his girth, which was probably why he had to pull you so far apart. both of you were so wet â a messy mix of your slick and his pre-cum coating his length and your skin until it looked like heâd already spent himself all over you.
he was hypnotized by it, and so were you.
his thumbs moved to press his dick firmly against your cunt, dragging it back and forth over your opening, and you gasped at the pressure. he was moaning so much you'd think he was actually inside you, his chest heaving as he worked himself against your wetness. he bit his bottom lip â feeling the overwhelming need to bite onto something, anything â as he gently guided the head of his dick through your silken, dripping folds, and ohâ
his tip caught right on your drooling entrance, popping against your tight hole and making you buck up hard into him.
"o-oh godâ baby," he breathed out, his whole body shaking.
he froze right there, dropping his forehead against your collarbone as he let out a long, ragged exhale. his hands squeezed your thighs, trying to ground himself and pull his head together.
"okay..." he muttered more to himself than to you, lifting his head to look down where he was pressed against you.
he started sliding his length up and down through your wet slit again, taking slow, careful strokes. he tried to keep it gentle, dragging his shaft over your folds, but you were driving him insane â your moans and how soaked you were. and with every slide down, the head of his dick kept nudging itself right into your wet opening.
the restraint barely lasted. his breathing went shallow, his chest heaving as the feeling of your slick on his dick wiped his mind clean. those slow glides turned into desperate, messy ruts before he even realized what he was doing.
his pace was speeding up. the head of his dick kept catching on your entrance with every push, popping against the tight ring and threatening to slip in. your entrance was constricting around his sensitive tip as you bit down hard on your hand to muffle your loud mewls, but it was practically useless against the noises tearing from your throat.
"b-baby..." he choked out, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he whimpered, his breath coming in hot, shallow hitches against your skin. "i-i can't... i can'tâ"
he squeezed your thighs tighter, his whole body shaking as he tried and failed to pull his hips back. he sounded out of breath, every word breaking apart in his throat as he dragged his wet head right over your swollen nub before pressing it right back against your tight opening.
"please, sweet girl... please jus'â jus' the tip?" his voice cracked, desperate against your skin as he practically sobbed the words out. "please let me jus' put the tip in."
you were already so dazed, your whole body aching for him. you brought your hands up to cup the back of his neck, your fingers tangling into his damp curls. you pulled him down closer, pressing your forehead against his as you let out a shaky sigh right against his mouth.
"o-okay, yeah, put it in," you whispered, your voice shaking as you spread your thighs just a little wider for him.
so he pulled his hips back slightly, the head of his dick barely hanging in before he pushed right back inside with a mewl. his hips slowly started moving back and forth, relishing the tight squeeze of your pussy gripping him every time he threatened to slip out.
but then he pushed forward just a bit more. you gasped at the new sensation rippling through you, a soft, wet squelch echoing between your thighs as he worked his tip in and out.
and of course, the fucking promise to wait flashed through your mind now of all times, but you couldn't help how good it felt to have his head stretching your walls. you couldn't help how your pussy was greedily sucking him in, only begging for more of him. you couldn't help the way your hips rolled up to swallow him deeper, or how your drooling center was coating his dick in your own slick.
michael was still trying so hard to fight his urges â desperate to keep his word and not push in more than the tip. but then your legs came up, wrapping around his waist and pulling him in deeper, shoving him further into your heat until both of you were gasping for air.
"s-shit, baby," he breathed straight against your lips, his whole body shuddering. your mind didn't even process the curse leaving his mouth â too overwhelmed by the fullness of him.
michael pulled back just enough to look at you, letting out a huff that was full of genuine disbelief. his cheeks were flushed dark, his eyes wide as he hovered over your face.
"did y'mean to do that?" he whispered as he looked down at where your ankles were locked around his waist.
heat rushed to your face. you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze for a second before nodding softly. "i... i really want you, michael... so bad," you murmured, your voice barely above a breath.
the soft tone of your voice made his dick twitch against your walls. you bit back a tiny smile at the feeling, but he caught it anyway. he let out a quiet breath, a pretty, crooked smile spreading across his face. he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes melting as they locked on yours.
"yeah?" he breathed. you nodded in response.
"can y'take the rest, baby?" he asked gently.
your brows furrowed in confusion. "the rest?"
you lifted your head, your eyes dropping down between your legs to see what he meant, and your jaw practically dropped. you froze as you realized he wasn't even halfway inside you. the girth of him had filled your entrance completely, so you'd assumed he was all the way in.
michael caught the exact moment it clicked in your head, letting out a soft chuckle. "oh, baby..." he cooed softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone to soothe your wide-eyed shock.
"'s okay, sweet girl. 'm gonna go slow f'you, i promise. just tell me if it's too much."
you swallowed hard, your mind racing as you looked back up into his soft, reassuring eyes. you nodded, your fingers tightening around his shoulders. "okay... yeah."
he nodded back, taking in a steadying breath. holding your gaze, he tilted his pelvis forward and pushed deeper, burying another inch of his thick length inside you.
a gasp tore from your throat as your walls stretched wide around him, your hips twitching on instinct.
"still okay?" michael whispered, his voice straining as he held himself still.
"y-yeah... keep going," you whimpered out.
you couldn't bring yourself to look away. your eyes dropped back down, mesmerized as you watched the length of his dick slowly disappear bit by bit into your wet opening. the sight of it made your cunt flutter around him.
michael let out a whimper at the tight squeeze, his hips accidentally bucking forward harder than he intended. he sank another two inches deep into your core, and a broken whine slipped out of your lips at the fullness stretching you open.
his thumb reached down, finding your swollen clit and rubbing the sensitive nub to help ease the stretch. the sharp sting melted into liquid heat.
"better?" he rasped, his thumb working you in tight circles.
"y-yeah... god, yeah," you moaned out, your head rolling back against the pillow as the pleasure washed over you.
michael watched your face intently, tracking every small twitch, every sharp inhale, and the way your features contorted in pure bliss. holding your gaze, he slowly tilted his pelvis forward, pushing deeper into your cunt. inch by inch, his shaft buried itself past your walls, stretching you open until he finally bottomed out, his pelvis grinding flush against yours.
you let out a broken gasp, feeling him so deep inside you it felt like he was reaching all the way up into your chest.
his dick gave a twitch deep in your gut, and a shaky "g-god..." scraped out of his throat.
you looked up at him, expecting him to be looking at your face or down where your bodies connected, but his hooded eyes were glued to your lower stomach.
you followed his gaze and caught your breath. there was an unmistakable, raised bulge sitting against the skin of your lower belly â the prominent shape of his dick pressing outward from inside your body. you could literally see the outline of his head tenting your skin from within, proving just how ridiculously deep he was buried inside you.
michael traced his thumb lightly over the rounded rise on your tummy, his mouth hanging open in awe as his whole body shuddered on top of you.
"look at youâŠ" he rasped. a breathless groan spilled past his lips as he nudged forward just a hair more, watching the bulge shift under your skin. "takin' every inch⊠gosh, such a good girl."
the stretch was overwhelming, an aching fullness that made your toes curl into the sheets. you reached down, covering his hand where it rested on your tummy, feeling the heat of his palm pressed right over the spot where he was plugged into you.
"michael, please..." you panted, your hips twitching helplessly under him. "move... please."
and who was he to deny you? he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours as he pulled back, slowly dragging his length almost all the way out until just his tip was resting against your entrance before he plunged right back in, burying himself all the way to his hilt with a wet slap.
a loud cry tore out of your chest as he bottomed out again, your walls clamping down tight around him.
his pace picked up as he started working his hips in long, deep rolls, every thrust grinding his pelvis against your clit while his dick stretched your tight cunt. the squelching sound of your slick filled the room, loud and messy â a rhythmic plap plap plap echoing off the walls every time his hips slammed flush against yours.
"so wet for me," he whimpered against your jaw, his lips dragging down your neck to leave messy kisses while his hips pounded steady into your lap. "y'take it so good, sweet girl... look how deep 'm in you..."
he pressed down firm on the bulge on your belly right as he thrust deep, pushing his palm right into the swell of skin. the extra pressure was too much, making your hips jerk clean off the mattress as you writhed under him. you reached down, your fingers trying to push his hand away from your tummy.
"d-don't run, baby," he rasped, catching your wrist and guiding your hand up to grip the pillow, making sure you had something to clutch as you tried to find leverage. "y'asked f'this, didn't you?"
he leaned down and pressed his mouth over yours, capturing your lips while his hips kept grinding deep, burying himself flush against your pussy. you let out a whimper against his tongue, helpless as he worked you back and forth.
you were so close to the edge, your walls began to flutter around him. he felt the squeeze of your pussy gripping his dick and let out a broken gasp into your mouth.
"oh-oh... y'close?" he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes wide and hooded. "y'gonna cum f'me again, baby?"
you nodded frantically.
"yeah? c'mon baby... please cum on myâ oh," he begged, his voice breaking into a whimpering mess as he slammed his hips forward again. "yes, yes, please... 'need to feel it,"
the snap inside you had you feeling like you were on cloud nine, fireworks bursting behind your eyelids. your chest heaved, your voice so hoarse from screaming his name that your moans completely cut off into dry hitches. you couldn't even form a real sound as a wave tore through your core, your cunt violently gushing and squirting all over his dick, soaking his thighs and drenching the sheets beneath you.
michael felt the warm spray coat his dick, his dark eyes widening before he thrust even harder into your gushing warmth.
"o-oh... y-you're..." his breath hitched, his brain completely short-circuiting at the sight and feeling of you squirting all over him. his head dropped as he gripped your hips tighter. "oh godâ"
"that's it, give it all to me," he rasped, his voice a broken mess in your ear.
your walls kept pulsing around him, milking every inch of his dick while you spurted everywhere. he tried to hold out, but the coil in his belly was too much to fight. his hips stuttered, a wrecked groan tearing from his chest as he shoved himself all the way in, burying his face in your neck as his body finally gave out.
with a stretched out whine, he came deep inside you. thick streams of his release flooded into your core, filling you to the brim until his dick was covered at the base.
he kept moving, taking slow, languid thrusts as he rode out his own high. his dick pushed his milky white seed in and out of your walls. with every slide, the mixture overflowed from your entrance, pooling between your thighs and dripping onto the sheets below.
his head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged hitches against your skin while you both lay there catching your breath.
your hand moved up lazily, your fingers playing loosely with his curls as you stroked the back of his neck. the room was silent except for your panting, until a soft sniffle broke through the quiet.
your brows pulled together, your hand pausing in his hair. you gently pushed his shoulder back to see his face. "michael?" you whispered.
a single tear streak was glistening down his flushed cheek.
"were you crying?"
"no," he immediately mumbled, turning his head away and trying to hide his face in your neck while his hand came up to clumsily wipe at his eye. "n-no i wasn't."
a soft laugh bubbled up in your chest, and you tried to tilt his chin back up so you could actually look at him. he was so cute. "michael, look at me."
he let out a soft huff, his cheeks flushing. "i-i don't know," he confessed quietly. "it just... it felt really good."
you couldn't hide the smile spilling across your face if you tried, your heart melting at him.
"don't make fun of me," he whined softly, hiding his face behind his hands.
"'m not, i promise," you murmured gently. you reached up, gently pulling his hands away, and caught both sides of his face, your hands holding his cheeks as you pulled him back down to kiss him tenderly.
when you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open, looking up at you through his long lashes with so much affection that it made your head spin.
his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him, holding you so close that there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies.
tomorrow, the reality of what you'd just done would catch up to him. tomorrow, the guilt would return, and he'd have to face the stained sheets and the fact that every lie he'd told himself to justify this was gone.
he knew it counted â it always counted, you both knew it.
but for now, the unsaid truth hung quietly in the air, pushed aside just for tonight while all that mattered was the warmth of your skin against his, and the sound of your soft breathing as he held you tight.
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đđđđđđđđ purely fluff, michael being a perfectionist, usage of nicknames (honey, baby, & mama.)
đđđđđđđ on the nights that michael grew restless, rehearsing was the cure to his insomnia. you always encouraged him to go back to bed, but once he started singing to you, he became hard to resist.
đđđđ, đđđĂ Ę đŐ Üž.ËŹ.ÜžŐ𩯠based off of an idea an anon gave to me! if that was you, please come off anon so i can thank you personally! this was super sweet to write (àčá”â€á”àč)! this is gonna be fillerish until i map out a fic that is currently in the works, i hope you all enjoy this little blurb!
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A LATE NIGHT IN 1982
You lay in the comfort of Michaelâs bed, the plain black t-shirt fitting on the larger side of your body, your pajama shorts discarded on the floor, and your legs warm from the constant movement of you trying to find the most comfortable position under his plaid sheets. Thatâs when you felt that the love of your life was not by your side, and you grew weary.
You moved your hand around to the left side of his bed, hoping to feel for an arm or any part of him to signal he was still with you, feeling there was nothing but the wrinkled fitted sheet. The area was cold from the covers being pushed back, and an empty space leaving room for air to settle. You sometimes had the tendency to get a little frustrated when Michael would invite you over, just to later abandon you at the very late times of the evening.
The ticking clock on the nightstand beside you read a very bold âtwo-eighteen, AMâ and you instantly groaned. All you wanted was for Michael to be beside you, and be that one thing you needed to fall back asleep instantly. Every time you suddenly fell awake, heâd embrace you with no hesitation, and whisper sweet affirmations in your ear, while he rocked your body until you were sound asleep. His voice was one of an angel, and it was the cure to any insomnia.
You stirred awake on the mattress, bringing your body up to sit against the headboard. You rubbed your restless eyes, picking at any flyaway eyelashes caught in the crossfire, and looked for your glasses on Michaelâs nightstand with squinted eyes.
You dusted your feet across the hardwood floor to feel for your fuzzy slippers, which had Tinkerbell printed on them to match Michaelâs Peter Pan ones the two of you bought at Disneyworld. You slid the palms of your feet inside the warmth of your slippers, and slowly stood up to stretch. You stretched so hard you felt dizzy for a second, the t-shirt clinging to your body riding up and leaving you with a slight shiver.
You scrounged around for your robe just in case anyone else was awake, but once you couldnât find the missing fabric, you decided to take a leap of faith and walk throughout the hallways with nothing but Michaelâs t-shirt on. You knew for a fact no one but him would be awake at this time anyway, considering you knew exactly what he was doing. He was rehearsing for the fifth time this week, and you were surprised none of his family ever got him to stop. Youâd hear the faint music behind the closed door, and youâd feel his presence missing from the mattress.
Your feet pitter-pattered on the wooden floor as you tried to maintain your balance, and you approached the stairs to carefully walk down. Your eyesight was slowly fading back in from the prescription in your glasses, and your heavy eyes started to open slowly.
You reached the bottom of the stairs, and heard the scuffling against the hardwood, and saw a very restless, dancing Michael. His back was facing away from you, and once he heard someone approaching he spun around.
âGood grief, you scared me, girl!â He yelped, his soft voice echoing through the high ceilings of the home. You giggled a little, but you couldnât help the look of weariness when you saw the sweat beads forming on his forehead. You knew Michael had been at this for hours, and his need to perfect his craft was one of the main things that kept him up every night.
âMichael, itâs late, honey. Come back to bed.â You insisted, reaching your hand out to drag him back to the comfort of his room. He took your hand, and pulled you into him, embracing your body as if this was his first time holding you. He gently latched his hand onto your waist, and made you prop your arms around his neck.
âOne last dance, then I will, mama.â He whispered, kissing your temple. You tried to fight him and break free, but the sound of Michael softly singing in your ear made you put your guard down, just like it did when you couldnât sleep at night.
âSo listen to my heart, lay your body close to mine,â Michael started, the whisper of his voice invading your ears as he swayed you back and forth passionately, his firm grasp against your hips feeling locked onto you, but you had no intention of pulling them off of you.
âLike this, baby,â He guides you, looking down at your footwork. He sways your body to the hums of his song, and you begin to grow tired again. You rested your head on his chest, and let him swoon you while he sang, repeating the same two-step over and over again.
âLet me fill you with my dreams, I can make yaâ feel alright,â He continued, rubbing circles on your back.
âCan we slow dance to this when we get married?â You ask yawning, closing your eyes to listen to Michaelâs beating heart against your eardrum. You were starting to fall asleep standing up, but Michael was holding all of your weight.
âIs that not a little conceited, my love?â Michael chuckled, the thought of him singing and dancing to his own song at his wedding seemed a little out of the ordinary, but it was whatever you wanted. He continued singing to you, basically rocking you to sleep at this point, but looking down at you in his arms made Michaelâs heart beat a lot faster than it should have. You were so warm and welcoming when it came to him, and this is why he never hesitated to hold youâeven for just a second.
âAnd, baby, through the years, gonnaâ love yaâ more each day, so I promise you tonight, that you will always be the lady in my life.â He said that last part quietly against your ear, kissing your cheek. You were asleep now, and all of your body weight was pressed against Michaelâs chest and with your eyes barely open, he led you back up the stairs and into his room.
He gently laid your body down and took off your slippers, leaving soft, lamb-like kisses on your forehead. He pushed your hair out of your face and took your glasses off, bringing the duvet up to tuck you in. He walked to the other side of the bed, his pillow covered in cold air, and pressed his body as close to yours as he could get. The smell of your hair and the homeliness of your body brought Michael to a sudden slumber, and the two of you laid still in the solace of his bedroom peacefully.
Have you seen the bare minimum or princess treatment trend? I think that would be so cute with Jaaf!
âhi GQ, im jaafar jackson and this is my lovely fiance.â
you brought your hand to your face, striking a cute little pose for the lens that made jaafar chuckle softly beside you.
âand youâre watching bare minimum or princess treatment,â he said, adjusting his seating slightly on the couch and tossing an arm over the back of your chair.
âhow confident are you in jaafar that heâll get the questions right?â a producer asked from behind the camera.
you smiled, glancing over at jaafar who was already looking down at you with a soft grin. âjaafar is really thoughtful. i have faith in him.â
âokay, first question: filling my car up with gas.â
âbare minimum,â jaafar answered without missing a beat.
âexactly,â you laughed, clapping your hands together.
âokay, paying for my hair and nail appointments.â
âbare minimum,â he stated smoothly, leaning back into his chair. âif i want only the best things for myself, why would i not want them for my wife?â
âjaafar actually buys me flowers every two weeks,â you added, turning to give him a sweet look.
âwatching greys anatomy with me.â
he hesitated for a beat, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he looked between you and the producer. you immediately shot him a playfully sharp look. âjaafar jackson.â
âprincess treatment only because greys anatomy is literally twenty one seasons long? like come on!â he laughed, raising his hands in defense.
âuh, twenty one seasons of bliss. shonda rhimes youâre, best forreal. iâm still a little upset about scandal, but i love you sister,â you said, leaning forward to blow a kiss directly into the camera lens.
âi still donât agree with you, but iâll give you a pass,â jaafar shook his head, smiling fondly at your reaction.
âsponsoring my shopping addiction.â
âdefinitely princess treatment,â he said with zero hesitation, making both you and the crew behind the camera burst out laughing.
âpaying for all the food when we go out to dinner.â
âbare minimum,â jaafar said, crossing his legs comfortably. âif weâre going out, itâs on me.â
âoh, i never touch this purse,â you smiled.
âopening the car door every single time.â
âbare minimum,â jaafar answered softly, looking at you with that quiet warmth in his eyes. âthatâs just basic manners.â
âdoing a full skin care routine with me on sunday nights.â
âprincess treatment,â he laughed instantly, shaking his head. âthe amount of clay masks and under-eye patches this woman has put on my face⊠iâm glowing, but itâs definitely princess treatment.â
âyou love it though!â you laughed, touching his cheek affectionately. âlook at that skin! GQ, youâre welcome.â
the entire room erupted in laughter again, jaafar pulling you closer to press a sweet kiss against the side of your head.
âi do love it,â he conceded with a soft smile, wrapping his arm tight around your waist. âbecause i love you.â
âmassaging my feet after a long day in heels.â
âbare minimum,â jaafar said without a second thought. âyouâre out here looking stunning, dealing with heels all day. the least i can do when you get home is take care of your feet.â
âand heâs actually amazing at it,â you added, pointing a finger at the camera.
âgiving me a forehead kiss before you leave the house early in the morning.â
âbare minimum,â jaafar said, his voice softening a bit as he looked over at you. âeven if youâre fast asleep, iâm not leaving the house without saying goodbye properly.â jaafar said smoothly, turning to kiss the top of your head as the cameras began to wrap up. âthatâs all we have for today. thanks for having us, GQ.â
âbyeeee!â you waved to the camera, wrapping both arms around jaafarâs arm as the segment faded out.
summary: a series of text messages between you and your dad, and then you and your siblings when you see beyonce announces the renaissance tour and you want tickets for your birthday
itâs so sad seeing the âmichael jackson x readerâ tag deteriorate in real time. cause why are my favorite writers getting a hundred to two hundred likes. when they usually get thousands. plus I feel like we all knew this was gonna happen with the craze of the movie. but shit. it happened to fast for my liking
michaelâs daughter!reader who goes by birdie more than her actual name. michael heard her singing around the house when she was little, told her she sounded as beautiful as a songbird. prince yelled out âbirdieâ and the nickname stuck ever since.
michaelâs daughter!reader who is spoiled beyond belief but still humble. michael canât resist spoiling his youngest daughter, but always reminds her that just because theyâre privileged doesnât mean theyâre better than anyone else.Â
michaelâs daughter!reader who went to auntie janetâs dancing school of cuntology, and went on to be a majorette dancer in college, and has headlined plenty of major tours.Â
michaelâs daughter!reader who loves going shopping with her aunties latoya and janet making sure she keeps up with the latest fashions and giving them a small runway show in the fitting room.Â
michaelâs daughter!reader who is exceptionally close with her siblings. being born right between paris and bigi, sheâs the perfect middle child.Â
michaelâs daughter!reader who is michaelâs favorite child⊠at least thatâs the running joke between the siblings. they all know michael would never actually pick favorites, but being the youngest daughter and sharing more noticeable vitiligo with their dad definitely earns birdie a few extra âfavorite childâ allegations from prince, paris, and bigi.
michaelâs daughter!reader who loves her cousins genevieve, randy jr, jaafar, and jermajesty the most because theyâre closest to her age (and if sheâs being honest, their family is so large, theyâre the only ones she can really keep up with)
michaelâs daughter!reader who loves teasing her uncles and dad as they get older and donât fully understand how to operate technology and social media
michaelâs daughter!reader whoâs very overprotective of her father, especially when it comes to the media. learning how horribly the press treated him in 80s/90s, birdie always says if youâre not gonna step to her father correctly, then donât step to him at all.Â
michaelâs daughter!reader whoâs never tried to hide her vitiligo. the patches on her skin just become another part of who she is, no matter how many ridiculous headlines the media writes. having a dad who understands that kind of scrutiny better than anyone means she grew up knowing she never had to apologize for something she couldnât control.
