pairings: bad!michael x fem!reader
synopsis: michael’s dirty dancing seemingly caught up to you in a matter of minutes.
warnings: smut 18+, sexual themes, cowgirl, switch!michael, sub!reader, creampie, hair pulling, pet names, public sex (ish) overstimulation, oral (f receiving) minors dni.
This was one of Michael’s best performance you seen, hands down.
Sometimes you came with him when he went on tour, and you loved every bit of it. Or even when you’re back at home, you’d watch all his shows live. But this time, he let you tag along for his Wembley tour circuit in 1988. It was a pretty lengthy tour; anyone else would probably be tired by now or, truly, not have the capacity to sit through it, but you?
You had no limits with Michael. You were just a girl madly in love with your partner. You’d do anything for him, especially when supporting him. So, he was on either his second-to-last song, about almost time to an end, which you weren’t complaining about, but it definitely was refreshing to watch him do what he does best.
You felt, and Michael most certainly felt, that his performance was definitely him giving his all and more, because you were there.
Michael is a perfectionist, he was gonna do amazing regardless, but the way he moved his fingers, his body, and the faces he made. You knew they were all for you, only for you. Doing so, he eventually got what he wanted because without your knowledge, he performed ‘The Way You Make Me Feel.’ One of your favorite songs because of obvious reasons; It’s about you.
Once you heard the song blare through the loudspeaker, your ears perked up as you looked towards the entrance of the stage. Whatever you had been doing was interrupted because now you were just inches away from the stage, watching from behind the scenes as Michael did his opening piece.
“You knock me off of my feet now baby!”
The crowd erupted into cheers, and the stage lights illuminated Michael, bringing him out of the dark. The beat thumped as Michael did his signature moves, popping his chest and doing the small spins in place. His background dancers stayed in the back while the song began, officially starting Michael’s performance.
Your heart thumped out of your chest as you watched him prance around the stage. His calculated movements, incredible voice that projected perfectly, and his fingers that could not stop moving in seductive ways, all had you backstage warming up. He eventually caught your figure and gave you a few winks, keeping it professional.
You’d shy away by angling your head downward or biting your lip, or even nibbling on the tip of your fingernail. Michael saw all of it, and it fueled his little teases even more. Michael smirked as he walked closer toward your end and waved his guys over. They came, as Michael finished the lyrics; now with a perfect view of you and his audience.
“I like this feeling you’re givin’ me.”
He was close. Your pupils grew big as you watched him precisely, knowing these lyrics were directed to you, and he sang them to you at this moment, making butterflies tear up your stomach. You smiled like an idiot and folded your arms against your chest; you were so shy in this moment that all you could do was cheese and twist your hair occasionally.
“Just hold me baby, and i’m in ecstasy.”
He pointed his hand out, then reached back, placing it on his crotch and slightly thrusting in the air. Your eyes went big, only just the slightest while you watched and anticipated his next move. Though, you should probably sit down because standing and shifting your feet isn’t going to give you the satisfaction you need down there.
He continued the choreo, with his hips continuously popping and one hand supporting the mic, the other all over his body. He’s still positioned to where he has a good view of you, while the guys in the back moved accordingly. He held a smirk while making small gestures towards you.
He then turned fully towards the crowd, where you only had a sideways view of him. His hand traced an outline of a curved body— “I swear I’m keeping you satisfied.” He swayed his arm down and thrusted repeatedly in the air, as if he was giving it to you. The slight, uncomfortable warmth that you felt below meant your body had betrayed you to the fullest. Michael got you, without even touching you.
“Oh my god..” You whispered before letting your head fall into your hands. All of your buttons had been turned on, creating a small thump in your clit, that left you squeezing your legs together while standing. Now you were just about ready for this concert to be over.
Michael could tell something was up.
He finished his last song, giving a small outro before leaving the stage. There you were waiting for him by his dressing room door that read ‘Michael Jackson’, “You did so good, Mikey!” He swiftly lifted you off your feet, engulfing you with a hug and swindling you with a kiss. His body was hot and damp, his hair laid messily on his forehead, and his collar stretched ever so slightly, displaying his toned chest.
All of these being a contribution to the arousal you began feeling minutes ago, which is why you were so eager to get out of there. “You ready to go?” Michael’s eyebrows turned downward with a gentle smile on his face.
“Yeah, baby, we’re leaving soon.”
Usually, you wouldn’t inquire about leaving so early; you’d just wait for Michael to tell you. So you took a seat in his dressing room chair, coming down with a slight slouch as Michael wiped the sweat from his forehead, not missing the slight demeanor change within you. He looked over his shoulder at you; you caught his eye and straightened up a bit, flashing him a forged smile.
He squinted his eyes in the slightest.
You couldn’t fake it with Michael, a pout unintentionally formed on your lips as you waited for his attempt at interrogation. “What’s wrong?” There it was. He discarded the towel and put his attention on you fully. It necessarily wasn’t anything wrong, just something that needed to be fixed.
You shook your head. “Nothing, Mike, I’m okay.” Just off of him standing above you, as you sat in the chair looking up at him with a masked feeling of lust, turned you on even more. He couldn’t necessarily point out what was wrong or if you were telling the truth.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure? No one made you uncomfortable or anything?” You didn’t respond verbally, just a small ‘unt unt’. He finished his sentence— “because you look kind of—” There it was. He quickly put two and two together on his own. He got his answer already; he couldn’t help but notice the way your plush thighs would press together and shift against one another.
“Ohhh, I see. She needs me?” Your lack of response gave Michael his answer, again. He chuckled and shot you a faux frown. “I can’t help you right now, baby.” Another squeeze came from you as disappointment seeped through your heart. Knowing Michael, he was going to tease you alllll the way until it was time for him to get his hands on you.
“Then don’t tease me Michael.” Your doe eyes being captured with his big ones as well made him lick his lips, pausing for a second to reconsider it. How can he say no to a pretty face like that? You weren’t saying how badly you needed it, but Michael could tell from your body language alone, and the fact of you using his full name.
“Please…” That was enough for him to turn his head and open the door to his dressing room, peaking his head before spotting bill. “Bill, how long?” Michael asked with his body halfway peaking out of the door frame. Bill stopped in his tracks and held his wrist that contained his watch, close to his face.
“I say about 30 minutes.”
More than enough time messing around with Michael;) He nodded his head and slid back into the room. You watched his every move, watching as he approached you by holding his hand out for you to take. He guided you both to the large black couch. He sat first, while your hands were still together. You followed his movement and positioned yourself to straddle his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, and his eased on your waist, after he gave your ass a nice grip.
“What’s got you so worked up, honey?” He started a conversation while leaning in toward your neck area, showering it with small kisses. Out of instinct, you started grinding yourself against Michael. He felt it, and his hands held your waist, pressed you down, signaling you to stop.
You whined and answered his question. “You, Mikey.” He still gave sweet kisses to your neck, but now he began kitty licking those spots and sucking on your neck. You breathed out and dragged your hands down his warm chest.
“Aint’ even touched you though” He mumbled.
“O-on stage.” You responded quickly, trying to move your hips, but Michael had you restrained. You moaned in his embrace as he applied more pressure on your neck by sucking harder. He might not have made you wait, but he still was going to tease you and work you up even more no matter what. C’mon now. He detached from your neck and placed both hands on the sides of your face, pulling you in for a hot and steamy kiss. You quietly yelped at the sudden movement, but once your lips connected, it somewhat fueled your neediness. Michael, of course, dominated the kiss, his lips capturing yours whole, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, immediately gaining access. The two of your tongues connected as you lazily sucked on his tongue. He gently pulled back before coming back with a wet, full-lip kiss, then nibbling on your bottom lip, drawing a pinch of blood.
It was clear as day the Michael wanted this as bad as you.
You whimpered while breaking the kiss and fidgeted with your skirt, that had already been risen by now, desperately trying to get it off. You succeeded in doing so, and began fidgeting with Michael’s pants. You were crazy as hell if you thought Michael was going to proceed to fuck you without getting a taste of his favorite fruit. Pffttt.
“Need to taste you first baby.”
One of his arms snaked around your back side, lifting you in the air, while standing himself. He kept a tight grip on you while shimming himself out of his pants, still keeping his boxers on. He placed you on one of the sturdy tables in the dressing room. You immediately fell into position, holding yourself on your elbows with spread legs.
You let out a breathy sigh as Michael placed himself between your legs, in awe at the large, dark spot that decorated your panties. Not that Michael needed anything to feed his ego, because he didn’t have an enormous one in the first place, but seeing the way you were nearly dripping through your panties from watching him perform inappropriately would definitely be a contribution.
He removed your panties, not missing the sticky trail that came from your soaking wet bottoms and your clit. He discarded them somewhere on the floor and kissed your inner thighs. His hands hooked on the back of your thighs, inching them forward. “Just a taste mikey.” You said in a low voice, almost like a whisper, because once again you knew your boyfriend and his tendencies to get carried away. He pursed his lips together and hummed.
“Just a taste baby, then you can take what you want. Yeah?” He nodded his head in attempts to assure you.
You nodded, giving him an okay. His eyes left yours as he connected his lips to your sweet bundle of nerves. He started from your entrance and licked all the way up to your clit. This made you shiver and grip the ends of the table you were laid on. He then began sucking on your clit, lapping up your juices making sure none of your sweet nectar went untasted.
“Ohh my…” You moaned softly with an unconscious attempt to clamp your thighs together, but Michael’s hands kept you restrained. Your body became hot the more Michael’s lips attacked your cunt, and the more he flicked with your clit repeatedly with the tip of his tongue. “So sweet, taste so good pretty.” You felt the vibration of his voice on you making you jolt, and hold onto his semi long curls for support.
“Yes, mikey… right there.” You whimpered with a wobbly voice. Michael groaned and grunted while creating wet noise with his lips and your juices, leaving his chin a dripping mess. His dick stiffened in his boxer, causing him to move his hips into the air, slightly and very few times. His lips pulled at your bundle of nerves surrounding your clit before coming off with a loud pop noise, before coming back in, stuffing his face deeper into your pussy. His movement became more effective as his teeth grazed against your clit each time he dove back in, slurping in the process.
Your face turned, and your abdomen tightened. “M-Michael… y’said just a taste.” Your words fell deaf to his ears. Michael’s eyes weren’t even open; he was too busy in a daze from the sweetest smell and touch known to man.
You let out a sob and a frustrated moan while yanking his hair. That seemed to grab Michael’s attention because his eyes shot open and at you. With the strength that you had, you eased yourself away from Michael. His lips still working their way on you, as he moved his hands from the back of your thighs, then his lips away from your slobbery cunt.
You gasped from the sudden pull and tried to control your breath. “S’enough, just a taste. ‘member?” He was still between your legs, his eyes were dark and full of lust in that moment. He didn’t even reply to you; instead, he lifted both of your legs, placing them on his shoulders before locking his arms around your thighs and heading back to work.
“I’m sorry baby. I need more.”
You came to defeat as your head fell back and your thighs trembled in Michael’s hold. His tongue put in the same work as before, flicking your clit as you felt an orgasm creep up. Your stomach churned, and you caught chills all over your body. “mikeyy..” You whined.
His adjusted the position by pulling you closer, and adding more aggression.
“Ohh m-mikeyy..” A high-pitched moan erupted from your throat, as the once-built-up tension snapped and washed over you like a tidal wave. You grinded into Michael’s face, feeling his nose bump against your clit. He hummed, slurping up every droplet of cum that exited you, as if it were forbidden not to do so. You came down with a breathy moan, and your legs fell weakly from Michael letting you go.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
You tried steadying your breath as Michael removed his shirt. He discarded it and placed his hands on each side of you, going in for a kiss. You caught it as your lips sloppily danced with one another, and you tasted yourself faintly on his lips. Michael broke this kiss. “I’m sorry I got carried away, angel. I couldn’t help myself. I love tasting you, gorgeous girl.” Michael said.
You nodded your head lazily and wrapped your arms around his neck, he got the message and lifted you swiftly from the table. He sat back down on the black couch again, keeping you leveled as he freed himself. His incredibly long and thick dick slapped against his stomach with a small tap. Pre cum oozed from his agitated tip as it was just inches away from your area.
“Go ahead sweet girl, take what you need.”
The intense eye contact Michael held with you while keeping his hands by his side made you clench around nothing. You brought a shaky hand to your lips as you dropped a wad of spit, then stroked Michael gently, causing him to grunt and attach his large hands to the cushion. You lubed his dick up and lifted your hips, aligning him up with your entrance.
Since you didn’t have the best stability, your hands went to his shoulders, while your head looked downward. “Michael.. Hold me.” You weren’t going to be able to fit his fat tip inside of you without missing your hole the first time.
His hands instantly went to your hips.
“I got you, baby, come on.” He said lazily. Your hands gripped his shoulders as his tip began slowly disappearing inside you. Your eyes shut quickly with a tight squeeze. Every time you and Michael had sex, his dick size never fell to amaze because it always took a second for you to adjust. You let out a breathy moan as he finally bottomed out. Michael licked his lips and swallowed harshly, he wasn’t in charge anymore it was all up to you.
Your hips stuttered as you lifted yourself up, then came back down. You’d repeat the same steps, but each time you’d add a little bit more force. Until you were completely bouncing on Michael’s dick, with such perfect ease.
“Jesus christ.” Michael groaned out load.
Continuous amounts of moans left your mouth as the feeling of his mushroomy tip abusing your gummy walls consumed you. You bit your lip and threw your head back as Michael stared at you the whole time, being in a trance-like state over how good you were making him feel. He shoved your top up and latched his mouth onto your left tit. His tongue swirled around your nub, sucking and pulling at the sensitive spot while he whimpered and groaned into your chest. “Angel… you’re so warm. All for me.” He let out a pathetic whine as your face twisted up with pleasure, small tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.
You couldn’t even form a complete sentence. “Mich—” You were so close but yet so far. Eventually, the strength you had minutes ago began dying down. You still had movement, but it was slowed, and you were more so grinding rather than bouncing. Michael pulled from your tits, leaving them marked up, and quickly put his hands on your hips, manually bouncing you and thrusting into you.
He sensed your tiredness but that wasn’t stopping the show. He loved this position and didn’t plan on switching it.
“Don’t stop, baby. Please, don’t stop.” He moaned, catching his bottom lips between his teeth. You let out a muffled, what could almost be a scream into Michael’s shoulder. Because now you were laid against his shoulder, panting loudly while he peeked around you to see the way your ass came down on him. The sound of wet, squelching sounds coming from your pussy, and the clap sound created by yours hitting Michael’s thighs, all filled the room along with the smell of perfume mixed with cologne and sex.
He felt the way you clench around him multiple times and could tell you were near your end. He gripped the back of your hair, nothing too tight, and faced you toward him, pulling you in for a kiss, something to add fuel. The kiss was very sloppy and all over the place; it didn’t shush either of you; it only made more nasty and lewd sounds come from both of you.
Michael was reaching greatness as well, but he couldn’t let himself go without you going first. His hand with a grip on your hair pulled your head back, and his lips attacked your neck. You let out high-pitched cries as you felt the familiar tightness in your stomach.
“Y’Gonna cum for Mikey? Show him how much you needed this? Y-Yeah?” Michael grunted into your neck, fucking into you at a devious pace. God, he was so dirty. All you could do was nod your head, barely even that, while biting your lip as your orgasm reached its peak.
“Yes Mikey.. Oh my god..” You felt the tightness snap again, and an immediate wave of pleasure rose over you, beneath you, inside of you everywhere. You came with an ear-piercing moan. Your fingernails dug into his thighs as he still held you in the position of your head being back, chest perked up, and your back arched. Your cum created a thick white ring around his dick, and from the sight of that alone, that was enough to make you cum. He thrusted into you hard, a couple more times, the last few becoming sloppy before you finally spilled his load inside of you.
He moaned and groaned, made a mixture of noise while still fucking you through the rest of your orgasm and now him. “Ohh my… Baby.” He grunted while coming down from a big explosion. The warm feeling of cum crowded your belly, making you hyper aware. You gently fell into his hold with a breathy sigh as you stayed in place. Not bothering to remove yourself.
Your breathing was very uneasy, so was his. He rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head. He lifted you up so he could pull out, and the loss of contact made both of you release sounds of pleasure. He was so obsessed with your defeated state that he could almost get another hard-on. You laid your head back on his chest while still straddling him with a naked lower half.
Michael stretched his neck and lifted your face giving you a quick kiss.
“It’s probably time to go babygirl.”
You pouted and groaned. “I know but, I won’t be able to walk.”
Michael giggled and wiggled his eyebrows at the fact of knowing this his was doing. “Well, Whatcha gonna do girl?”
“I’m not gonna do anything, you’re carrying me.” And that’s exactly what he did. Didn’t even try and stand on business..
dedicated to my lovey @sturnschris
it IS gonna be a delay on the other fic, so sorry. UGHH
-yourlove7 2026. don’t copy, repost as yours, remake, if inspired give creds.
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