Should I Be Giving In?
Michael Jackson x rocker! reader
Pre-Dangerous era MJ
Inspired by Give In To Me, what if MJ asked you to help write a song that he's having a tough time coming up with? You've been his resident guitar player for his "Bad" tour; he figured you could give this new album a stronger edge. You basically replace Slash's part in the song in this fic. Maybe you can both let loose. Songwriting in a non-traditional way. Yes, I'm painfully aware of how long songwriting takes. This is a shorter version of that process. No race written in mind, hope you enjoy!
tw: sexual content, smut, oral, description of male and female anatomy, unprotected sex, MJ's vitiligo mentioned, bodily fluids talked in detail, porn with some plot ig, no beta we die like men, annoying narration
Working with Michael is the craziest thing to imagine.
Going from rock band to the king of pop, not even your wildest dream could have you thinking you would be working with this incredibly talented and handsome man, but here you are, working in the studio with him.
"Well, what are you looking for in this album?" You sifted through his notebook of ideas for lyrics, not fully formed yet.
"I want it to have more of an edge, more grunge to it," Michael paced back and forth in the studio. "I want to have it sound more intense, I want people to take me seriously."
You nodded along to his words, "I think they do! I mean, you're Michael fucking Jackson, you're the biggest star in the world!"
"Thanks," Michael's cheeks were painted a cute rose color.
Pondering what could help generate ideas, "ok, how about love songs? You're always pretty good at that."
"Yeah, I could definitely do that. Maybe from a different perspective?" He sat down on the chair next to you, and put his elbows on his knees, leaning over and looking at the coffee table in front of him.
"Ok, so kind of like heartbreak?" You racked your brain for reasons for heartbreak: "What if you did close to a Dirty Diana route, except she's cold towards you? Flipping the coin."
Michael sat with the idea, then grabbed his notebook and pen, and started writing. As you listen to the scribble sound of pen on paper, you get up and grab your guitar. Plucking a few strings and strumming a few power chords.
"Wait, play that again, the strumming." He stopped writing and looked up, eyes snapping to your fingers on the fret board.
You played the chords again. "Ok, what if you make the tone a bit deeper?" you followed with transposing the chords a bit higher towards the neck of the guitar.
"Add in some higher notes in between them," you went towards the base of the neck and strummed. "Mm, no, too high, try and make it sound like this..." He mimicked the chords' sound with his voice, and you added what he wanted.
"Yeah, that could be the main sound for the chorus," Michael tapped his pen along his leg, "I wrote some lyrics that just came to me once you mentioned cold behavior."
He passed the notebook over to you, and you read. 'She always takes it with a heart of stone, Cause all she does is throws it back to me,' and a separate section that reads. 'It seems you get your kicks from hurting me.'
"I hope no one's actually treated you like that. I'd kick their ass if you went through that," you looked up from the pages.
Michael replied, "Ah, no, just thinking about how the media does that. I don't really have anything else to find inspiration from." You gave him a sad look, as if to apologize.
"Alright, sing it how you want it and work your magic. I'll follow with some possible guitar ideas," to not dwell on the topic, you shifted your focus back to the song. This began a long jam session of finding the right notes to pair with his amazing voice.
Four hours later, you had a rough draft of the song, except you guys couldn't figure out what to do with the chorus. You guys were stumped, trying to figure out lyrics that would hit hard enough with the melody written. Shoes were kicked off, feeling restless as both of you had moved around tossing and turning. Laying on the floor, sitting in awkward positions, turning upside down on the couch, nothing seemed to make a light bulb pop up above your heads.
The decision to take a break was met with little resistance, as your brain needed to recharge. Talking about how the tour went, how the label was pressuring him to create a new album, how the media was like this toxic lover.
"I mean, I can never feel relaxed, can't really do anything because everyone is watching, waiting for me to fall." You and Michael were slouching on the couch. Being so close together, you could feel the heat of his body radiate and warm you.
"God, that fucking sucks. I can't imagine that. Do you have a place you can at least go to and feel safe?" You shifted in your seat to better look at him, your thighs touching his in the process.
Michael snickered and covered up the fact his heart skipped a beat, "Well, honestly, it's when I'm in the studio, I love music; it's been part of my life forever. It can make me forget what else is out in the world at times. Right now is pretty good. I can actually be honest with you. I'm not putting up a persona."
"Yeah fuck that, you don't gotta be fake around me. If you're honest, I'm honest with you. Besides, fuck the press and the label! You're the hardest working person I know; you deserve breaks!"
"Thanks," Michael looked down at the floor, slightly embarrassed. "How did you feel about the tour? I know you really worked hard on those performances, too."
"It was super cool being on that stage with you, I couldn't believe it. My favorite song to play was Dirty Diana and Beat It, obviously. Just hearing you sing it, it was awesome!" You fangirled for a second, reminiscing about how great he was on stage.
"Oh come on, it was all you! You were amazing at playing all the solos, you looked so-" Michael quickly shut his lips, realizing what he was about to say, "great."
"Nononono, you were gonna say something else. Come on, we just talked about honesty," you teased and poked his side, earning a small laugh from the man across from you.
His curls fell in his face, and he shifted in his seat. Playing with his hands in his lap, he looked worried about what he was about to say to you. Your hand fell over his, encouraging him to say what was on his mind.
"I was going to say, you looked so sexy when you were on stage. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable..."
Oh fuck, you were so done for. Being speechless, you decided to take one of his hands into yours and lightly run your thumb across his knuckles. Comforting him and thanking him for the compliment.
"You really think I'm sexy? I didn't think I would be your type," you looked inquisitively at him.
"Of course I do, you always look sexy and beautiful. Your style, the way you focus on getting the songs right, your voice, your smile. I've thought that since you became part of the team." He squeezed your hand, now assuring you of his thoughts.
Your head drew a blank again, and you found yourself leaning in to him. As you moved closer to the warmth you felt earlier, now spreading throughout and up to your cheeks. He met you halfway, needing to feel your lips. The immediate feeling that followed was of sparks, lightning coursing through your veins. The softness of his lips drove you crazy.
He kissed like he composed music: methodical, sticking to a rhythm, building up with intensity. As he deepened the kiss, he reached his free hand around your waist. Breaking apart ever so slightly for single bouts of breath. You had to get closer to him, so you swung your leg over his lap and sat on his lap. Your connected hands now intertwining and falling to the side. Your free hand is now running up his arms and holding his sharp-angled jaw. God, he really could be the death of you, and you've barely even done anything.
Pulling away and catching your breath, pressing your forehead against his. "Sorry, I had to do that," giving a breathy giggle, "I think you're the most handsome man I've ever met and probably in the world," caressing his cheek.
"I probably shouldn't have done that; we're supposed to be working." Putting your hands on his chest and slightly pushing, but Michael's hands didn't let up on their grasp.
"Hold on, you said I deserved a break, right?" Michael followed up, and you nodded.
"Well then, why don't we just extend it a little more?"
He started to roll the bottom of your shirt up, just to touch your skin and run his hands over your back, searching for the clasp of your bra and unhooking it. You moved your hips in circles over the growing bulge in his jeans. He directed your arms to go over your head as he slid the shirt and bra off you, admiring the view. Now it was your turn to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. You ran your fingers along the defined center line of his abdomen, passing over some lighter spots on his skin. His breath hitched as your eyes lingered over them. You hand ran up towards his face, and behind his neck to pull him into a kiss. A desperate kiss, threading your fingers in his curly hair.
You lowered your kisses down his neck and sucked on his skin where his shirt could cover it. His nimble fingers worked at undoing your pants, peeking at the sliver of your panties showing. He reached into the side of your pants and snapped your panties against your hip.
"Take them off." Eagerly, you got up and gave him a chaste kiss before sliding the fabric down your legs and kicking them aside, smiling up at him when coming back up.
"Let's make this fair, huh?" Your hands slid up his jean-clad thighs towards his zipper. He sucked in a breath as the clinking of the belt, followed by a high-pitched zip, rang out. You gripped the waistband of his boxers and pants and pulled them down. Michael helped and lifted his hips, and at the same time, his cock sprang free and slapped his stomach.
Holy shit, he was huge; it made your mouth water. You sank down to your knees and maintained eye contact.
"Is this ok?"
"Yes," he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip while licking his own.
You ran your fingers through your hair to move it to the other side, so he could fully see your face. You started at his weeping tip, planting little kisses and lapping up any precum that beaded up. The sounds, oh, the whimpers and sighs he made. Knowing you were the reason behind those sounds made your ego swell. You had the craziest idea of adding that to the track, making the whole world know it's because of you.
You sank down onto him, your head starting to bob slowly up and down. Making him let out moans when you tried going as deep as you could, slightly gagging. You let up to get a breath of air, and a string of spit still connected you to him.
"A-Are you ok? You don't have to do that." Michael cupped your face, concerned that he unintentionally hurt you.
"I'm fine, don't worry, just getting started." You wrapped your hand around him loosely and jerked it at a slow pace. You kissed the palm of his hand, and then you met your hand's pace with your mouth.
Sucking the sides at first and going back down on him, meeting your lips to your fingers. Flatening your hand at the base of his shaft, you deep-throated him again, starting that cycle that kept his moans going. Switching between taking him all in and circling your hand around him.
Michael hand-threaded itself into your hair, holding firm as he neared his finish. His mouth hung open as a stream of vocal moans left him. Head loling back against the top of the couch.
Looking up at him, he looks majestic. Although not on stage, the lights of the studio hit his skin and gave him that same glow off his skin. God, you could be here all day, you'd be here until he's crying from overstimulation, and your jaw would be sore. Maybe another time, though.
You couldn't help it, you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in gentle circles, only wanting to feel some relief from the untouched pressure building up inside you.
"Oh fuck, baby, I don't think I can hold back much longer." Michael's eyebrows were knitted together, and his moans became more breathy.
You maintained your speed, and you felt Michael try to pull you off, but you remained firm on sucking him off. His voice, getting higher-pitched and whiny, like a buildup to a song.
As he came, he moaned out your name, and you felt his thighs tense up underneath your hands. The warmth floods your mouth and hits the back of your throat, swallowing everything he gave.
His chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths, and he pushes his hair out of his face. Looking back at you, his cheeks flushed as he wiped the corner of your mouth where his cum seeped through. You took his thumb into your mouth and sucked it clean and releasing it with a pop. Something shifted in the atmosphere.
"Damn, didn't think you would be such a dirty girl." He gave a breathy laugh as he pulled you up by your arms and sat you down on his lap. You laughed into the deep kiss he pulled you in, surely tasting himself, but wanting to feel your tongue on his again.
He felt how soaked you are, and noticed that your fingers were shiny with your own cum. He decided it would be a waste to not take the opportunity. He lifted your hand, "Got a little needy there?" He repaid your earlier action and took your fingers into his mouth.
The suction on his lips and the movement of his tongue could make you cry. If he ate you out like that, your brain would have to do a system reboot. Your mouth hung open in a gasp. Add that to the list of things to explore with him.
"God, Michael, I need you so bad, please," You begged as he released your fingers and trailed his own down to tease the area surrounding your clit.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," he mirrored your words from earlier. His large hands held your waist as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sinking you down onto him. His brows furrowed as you sucked him in, inch by inch. Your head was thrown back as you gave out a sharp moan from the stretch that was filling up your senses.
As you bottomed out, he let you take time to adjust to his size, peppering your cheeks with kisses. Rubbing his hands up and down your sides. Once ready, you experimented with grinding up and down.
Wrapping your arms around Michael's neck and shoulders to hold on, you decided to move up an inch or two and bounce your hips back down. Both your sighs followed a rhythm, almost stealing the air out of each other's mouths.
He continued his assault on your neck, kissing, switching between licking long stripes along your jugular vein, turning into softly biting and sucking hickeys across your skin. Holding your chin in his hand to move you however he wanted to, to paint his affection on you. Your eyes fluttered shut, becoming putty in his hands. His warm breath fanning over your skin, as he breathed out inbetween kisses.
You could cum from how he exudes sex itself. The smacking sound of your thighs against his as you bounced, sounding like a metronome, making you stay on beat as your legs were doing their best to keep up. All you could think of was him and how good he feels, nothing else mattered. You gripped harder on his shoulders as you raised your hips higher to slam harder onto him.
Moans flowed out like notes on a music sheet. Michael watched as your breasts bounced; his hands ran up your sides to cup them. Using his thumb to play with your nipples. Rolling the pad of his finger over them and pinching them. He paid special attention to each, taking one into his mouth, circling his tongue over it. Leaving wet kisses and blowing cool air to make your nipples harden. You ran your fingers through his curls and kept his head close to your chest.
Now it was his turn to admire you in the amber lighting. It cascaded over your body, making you look heaven sent. You sure felt like it too. Sweat beaded up on your skin, making the light reflect off them. To think you though he wouldn't like you, absolute insanity.
The smell of sex mixed with your perfume was hypnotic to him. It's like he couldn't get enough; it was going to become an addiction. Looking at where you were joined together, watching himself dissapear inside you. Enveloping him the way you do and the beautiful sounds you make, there was no way he was letting you go.
Shifting in his seat, Michael decided to take over. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, thrusting up to meet your hips. He felt deeper inside you, your walls tightening around his cock as he took control. Reaching down between the two of you and circling his thumb over your clit.
"Oh fuck Michael!" Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you curled into him, wanting to be closer. He wrapped his arms around you fully, caging you in as he thrusted harder, orgasm slowly approaching.
"Ah, that's it, ah keep saying m'name like that."
His name tumbled out of your mouth without interruption, he was just eating it up, smiling. Your eyes slightly watering as you cried out.
"Ungh, I'm so close, Michael, pleasepleaseplease!" punctuating each pause with kisses, begging him to bring you over the edge.
"I got you, baby, just give in to me," coaxing you in a sweet and breathless voice in your ear.
Your breaths became shallower, mind going blank, clenching onto him. Feeling the release flood through your body, all senses on overload, you came. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan at first, until a shiver ran up your spine and pushed out a broken wail from your vocal cords. Tucking your face into the crook of his neck, hiding. Michael's thumb slowed on your clit, allowing you to come down from the high without feeling over sensitive.
Michael wasn't far behind, your pulsing core squeezing him deliciously, he had to let go. His face pressed into your hair, eyes sewn shut, his hips mimicking his wild movements on stage. Moaning your name along with stuttering groans, his release came in ropes coating your walls. His hands leaving temporary white marks where he gripped on to you tightly.
You both sank into each others arms further and into the couch cushions. You curled curled into Michael's chest, as you two took the time to catch your breath. Cut slightly short as Michael leaned forward to grab his abandoned notebook and pen. You groaned as you still felt his cock inside you, but you turned your head as soon as you heard his pen scribbling away.
"Are you serious? Sex was the key for you to get the lyrics?"
Michael's infectious giggle made you laugh as well. As soon as he finished, he put the pen back down and cupped your face in his hands.
"What can I say, that break really helped," he gave a chaste peck on the lips, "plus you gave me the right amount of inspiriation to continue."
Smiling at him, "glad I could be of service. I hope it's not a one time thing?" You pried a little.
"I think you just became my muse soooo, no, not a one time thing," brushing hair off your damp forehead.
"I'd like to take you out on a real date, if that's ok?"
"Considering you just came inside me, a date would be more than ok." Teasing him and then kissing his cheek for reasurance.
"Would you also wanna be in the short film for this song?" Michael's puppy eyes begging up at you.
"I think my neck might need to heal from all the hickeys you put there, but yes, I'd love to be in your short film." Seeing your reflection on a record plaque hanging on the wall, your skin bloomed with marks all over.
Sealing your promise for a date and to join him in the short film, with a gentile kiss, and giggling away.
lmk if you have any ideas of other MJ one-shots or if you'd like there to be a part 2 for this one! creds to @somebitchprobably-graphicdump for the divider png and Pinterest for the photos
