What? helps me move better.
Michael Jackson x Fem!actress!reader
Synopsis: Going on the road with your fiancé promised to be a beautiful experience, but what happens after the concert, when you find out Michael has a secret as to why those gold pants fit so…good
WARNINGS:HIStory! Michael, established relationship (engaged <3), fluff, smut (making out, fingering, PiV, a little matting press, breeding kink if you squint really hard), Mike is most definitely experienced, are we pretending the Lisa Marie stories don’t exist? lock in.
Authors note: MINORS DNI, this content is NOT AI and may not be used to train AI, don’t pmo.
Also this is long, i like setting up the plot, sue me
first fic kinda nervyyyyyy✨✨✨✨
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The moment Michael offered you to go on the road with him you were static, so he decided, since your schedules finally aligned and you have no projects for a couple months, why not bring his favorite girl in the world along?
And who are you to say no to your perfect man?
So off you go on a tour of the world along your man and his team, opening night has always proven to be hectic, so you decide to stay backstage while Michael finishes soundcheck.
“Baby?” his soft voice comes out as he enters the room, a little sweaty from the last minute blocking and choreography
“Hi superstar” you smile turning around to see him. “how was the last rehearsal?” you say walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck
He chuckles softly and reciprocates the kiss “You know i don’t like you calling me that, silly” giving your waist a gentle squeeze “it was good, i feel ready” he sighs and looks around the room “how do you feel being on the road?”
“I feel good, everyone is so nice” you smile “i can’t wait to see you on stage, i know you miss it so much” you inch closer to him touching his hair softly “im so proud of you baby”
Michael smiles and leans into your touch, any nerves from the opening night, the dances, the band, the tour, the whole world, seem to slip away “thank you my girl” he quickly looks at the clock behind you “it’s 30 minutes til showtime, doors are about to open”
“i better get going to the VIP lounge before i get trampled by your fans” putting on your VIP badge and grabbing your purse, you slowly pull away from Michael to let him get ready.
Come showtime, the energy was electrifying, flashing lights, you could’ve sworn at least 20 people fainted before your very eyes, Michael was truly a force to reckon with when he hit that stage, and his brand new outfits are amazing, fitting him perfectly on all the right places.
But soon enough you notice….something, specifically during the “in the closet” dance break, something’s not right, Michael seems to be moving a little too freely…oh my gosh.
Surely he did not go commando in those tight ass gold pants in front of thousands of people…right?
The rest of the concert you just couldn’t focus on anything else other than the fact that he’s freebailing it like it’s no big deal, and the worst part is, you can’t even bring yourself to complain about it, you are you kidding? those pants make him look delicious.
Just before the show ends, Bill starts safely guiding you backstage just so you’re already there when Michael arrives. You sit down on the couch closing your eyes, feeling your head spinning, hoping to forget about it, but you just can’t get the image out of your head.
Suddenly Michael bursts into the room, pulling you back into reality “hello hello” he says smiling, drying the sweat off with the towel around his neck
You quickly get up from the couch, stumbling, almost like you’re doing something wrong
“hi baby” your voice barely audible as you dry your sweaty hands on the side of your skirt
And of course, Michael is not stupid. He closes the door, walking towards you with a worried expression on his face “what’s wrong my angel? did you not like the show?”
You could swear you felt the wind getting knocked out of you and he walked your way, how can he just look that fucking good and not even notice it? what an absolute jerk.
“no baby, you were fantastic” you chuckle trying to wash away your nervousness, but Michael is still not buying it
“you know, for being such a successful actress you are a pretty bad liar” he’s serious now, clearly there’s something bothering you, why are you not telling him? “now what’s wrong?”
You look up and huff, giving up, you’ve never been able to lie to him, he could see right through you, so why bother?
“Mikey, are you wearing nothing underneath your pants?”
he looks down and shrugs, “yeah it’s just the pants, why?” he says looking back up at you, like its nothing, like he’s not essentially flashing the crowd
“Michael why would you do that?” your voice going up and octave, your hands coming to your cheeks, clearly blushing
“What? it helps me move better” he says giving you his signature smile, finding this discussion clearly amusing
“W-well what if they were to rip? what then? everyone gets to see Michael Jackson’s dick?”
“well i’ll have you know they’re pretty high quality, they wouldn’t rip even if i tried”
well clearly not high quality enough, you could see his whole existence through them.
The room goes still for a moment. Michael is analyzing your expressions now, the sweaty palms, the pacing, the heavy breathing, the blushing…
“oh i get it” he chuckles
“what? what do you mean by that? there’s nothing to get” you say
“no no” he get closer to you, his voice turning into a whisper “my girl seems to be a little turned on” he says as he bites his bottom lip and pulls you closer to him by your waist “is that it girl? you liked my pants so much you couldn’t help but get naughty thoughts on that pretty little head of yours? mmm?” he says tapping your temple lightly, taking in your every move and breath
Your breath is heavy, having to grab your fiancée by his shoulders so you don’t fall from how weak your knees are “i-im so sorry Mike i just” you swallow thickly “i just- you look so good a-and”
He cuts you off, finally pulling you into a hungry, desperate kiss, the post show adrenaline pumping through his veins “you just couldn’t help yourself huh?” he says pushing you back into the couch while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck “watching me on stage turns you on that bad?” he starts touching your thighs, riding up your skirt in the process “don’t go shy on me baby, we both know you’re not shy like that” he says hooking up his index finger on the front of your panties
You whimper at the feeling of his hands all over you “Yes Michael” your breath is shaky under him “i need you so badly, please”
Seemingly satisfied with your plea, he pulls your panties aside “let us see then” he bites his bottom lip and moves his hand to your core “oh baby, you’re so goddamn wet” he says as he circles his middle finger through your folds moving up to your clit “you were this wet the whole time? had i known i would’ve stopped the whole show just to fuck you”
“Michael!” you moans as he finally inserts two fingers inside of you with ease, your hand gripping on his free arm as you grind on his hand, desperate for more of him
“oh my baby, you’re so cute when you’re so needy for me” he fingers you at an agonizing pace, as he holds you down by your hip with his free hand, you catch a glimpse of his bulge -or more so outline of his dick- through his pants, at the same time, he finds that spot that makes your eyes roll into your skull
“Yeah baby? that’s it? cmon girl come for me, show me just how much you want it” he quickens the pace of his fingers, pumping in and out of you, making you moan loudly, not caring about anyone around the venue hearing, you reach your high looking into his eyes.
“there you go, so good f’me baby” as you ride off of your orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of you, taking them to his mouth, licking them clean, leaving you both out of breath and speechless
“wanna fuck you girl, think you’re ready for me?” he says as he gets up, pulling off your panties completely, as well and his button up shirt, bringing his pants down to his knees.
“yes Mike i need you, please”
“that’s what i like to hear” he leans down to kiss you, this time, a little softer, almost like a reassurance “i love you so much, too much, im crazy about you” his voice completely sincere, he holds onto your cheek as he enters you slowly
“i love you too baby” you say in between ragged moans “s-so much, i’m all yours”
And that was all he needed, he picks up his pace, hammering into you, making you moan uncontrollably loud “oh baby you feel better every time, i feel you clenching on me”
Holding Michael close by his shoulders, arching your back as a response to his fastening pace, his dick reaching so deep inside you, you swear you feel it on your chest.
His hands holding you down onto the couch by your hips as he pushes inside, making him have full control over you, and boy do you love it.
Suddenly you feel your second orgasm coming over you “Oh, fuck baby, i-m” your words fail you, Michael pounds into you relentlessly
“yeah girl? i can tell you’re so close” he moves his hand from you hip to the back of your neck, holding your head in place
“that’s right baby, let yourself go for me and cum, i’m right behind you-fuck”
As if on cue, you cum, your eyes shutting down, your nails scratching his back, moaning loudly as he fucks back into you, you hear him grunting
“where do you want me baby?” his thrust becoming sloppy
“i-inside me, please” you say with the last bit of strength you have left in your body “want it inside me please Mike” now it’s you holding his face in place, wanting to see his face as he cums
“fuck-“ that’s the last thing he says before you feel him spasm and then he cums deep inside you.
He thrusts into you a couple more times, finally giving out, laying down on your chest, leaving sloppy kisses and murmuring “i love yous” into your skin, you rest your hand on his hair, fucked out, breathless, thinking about just how lucky you are to marry the man of your dreams, who just so happens to be Michael Jackson, and needless to say, great in bed
You’re in your little world, until you hear him chuckle on your chest
“what?” you look down at him, amused
“nothing, i was just thinking, i might just go commando the rest of the tour if we’re ending up like this everyday” Michael comes up to kiss you softly one last time, before you guys get up and get ready to leave for the hotel.
Spoiler: he did go commando the rest of the tour.
EKKKKKK my first fic🙈🙈🙈🙈 i’m sorry for any grammar errors, any constructive criticism or suggestions are appreciated and welcomed🫧🧸✨🪽
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