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Summary: After joining Michael on his HIStory world tour, he surprises you with a special new outfit that has you crawling on your knees to show him how much you liked the gold.
warnings: 18+, PinV, light use of y/n (like maybe twice), blowjob, probs some inaccuracies so pls don’t mind them lol
When Michael told you that he was planning on going on tour to promote his new album, HIStory, you had been overly excited. Having been allowed in the studio when he was working on some of the album, it made you more excited to see the songs live. You had been walking around the ranch, getting some fresh air, when you saw Michael running out from the house in your direction when he gave you the news.
You could hear him calling your name, searching for you, when he found you walking near the ferris wheel. You looked up when you heard him call your name again, smiling as you saw him in a plain top and a pair of spiderman pajama pants. You loved when it was just the two of you here because you got to see the real him, the side that the fans and cameras would never truly know.
As he began walking right next to you he grabbed your hand and brought it up to leave a kiss on your wedding ring. His action made you blush, even though you guys had been together going on 8 years, he still made butterflies rise in your stomach almost everyday.
“What’s got you so excited, mikey?”, all he does is chuckle as he lead you towards the ferrris wheel, lifting the bar for you to take a seat so the ride can keep moving. You lay your head on his shoulder as the ride lifts you into the air slowly, looking out onto the safehaven that Michael has built.
When you feel the ride stop at the very stop you hear Michael let out a tiny sigh and lay his head on top of yours, as you squeeze his hand in yours. “Not that i’m complaining or anything, but seriously, mikey, why are we up here?” lifting your head to look up at him, he’s already looking at you.
“They want me to go on tour to promote the album” what he says doesn’t really surprise you, the album was selling good and his management would, of course, want to profit off of him. It was at least a minute before you responded to his statement, “when do they want you to leave?” he could tell just from your voice that the news was not exactly what you wanted to hear.
You knew he was itching to get back out on stage, since it had been about 3 years since the Dangerous tour had ended. Him being happy was all that mattered to you, even though the thought of him leaving you made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. “It’ll start in september” your mind went blank after you heard the date, you would have 4 months with him until he’d be gone for lord knows how long.
It wasn’t until you heard the words ‘we’ leave his mouth that you tuned back into what he was saying. “We can finally see the Charles Bridge and so many other sights together, like you’ve always wanted” the look in his eyes was pure love and adoration for you, the love of his life, who he had found peace with.
You couldn’t help but get emotional at the thought of him automatically including you in his plans, it was the smallest things he did that let you know that he really did love you. As the ferrris wheel started to slowly move again, he continued to talk about the little details of outfits or hairstyles he might want to try and where we would be traveling to in the next few months.
After he gave you more details, you began to get more excited to see certain parts of the world that you hadn’t seen before. You could practically hear all the screaming that would become a constant in the upcoming months.
Over the next few months, the tour was officially announced, and it was pure chaos, the good kind, of course. The rehearsals were easily your favorite part of the whole experience. Michael had told in the very beginning, all those years ago, that he only really enjoyed getting on stage in front of thousands of people, and the rest of it was hell for him.
He only ever let you come to rehearsals every once in a while, and every single time it ended with you bent over the couch in his dressing room whenever he managed to get a small break. That might be a small part of why you loved seeing him rehearse so much; he always got this specific energy that made him act feral whenever he came home from a long day.
You learned that you had to catch him at the right time to ask if you could watch him, and lucky for you, when you woke him up with his favorite breakfast, with a glass of orange juice. He was more than willing to let you join him for the day when you sat next to him, kissing slowly up his neck and cheek, begging while he continued to try and eat,
“Please, Mikey, I’ll be good, I promise you won’t even know I’m there.” Between each word, your kisses got slower, and his whines got a little louder.
“ y/n, you know what happens when you watch me rehearse,” he tries to reason with you, but you can tell his control is slipping when you place your hand on his thigh.
You knew you had him when his head fell back against the headboard, and his hand slid up along your leg to land on your thigh. “Fine, you can come watch, but only today. I want you to be surprised too.” The giggle he let out as he gave in to your celebratory kiss made you smile. “and how long am I going to have to wait to see this surprise?” smirking at him as he pretends to think for a couple of seconds, “hm, when does the tour start again?” letting out a fake gasp, pretending to be hurt by his words, he laughs as he grabs your waist.
As the weeks flew by and September rolled around, the mornings were a little chillier, but the days were still warm enough to play in the yard. Michael was busy preparing for the start of the tour, and you were packing up the last of what you might need before leaving the country. You and Michael had decided to leave for Prague a few days earlier to get used to the time difference and settle in.
Over the next few days, you couldn’t help but wonder what Michael had in store for his opening performance; he had let you watch one rehearsal months ago, but even then, he was still secretive about what he might be doing.
He also never really showed you any of the outfits that he was planning, which was one of the main things you were looking forward to; he always came to you for advice on what he wore.
When Saturday rolled in, you and Michael had made it to Letna Park, where the crowd of fans surrounding the area was already massive and the screaming only got louder as you and he exited the car and began to walk to where he needed to be. He put one arm on the small of your back and used the other to wave at fans as security escorted you both into the sound check area.
Once you got inside, you moved to the side to let Michael start to get ready for the concert, he looked over at you, asking with his eyes if you were okay and you just nodded and smiled at him.
Before his makeup artist and stylist got to him, he walked over to you and put his hand on your hip, squeezing, “i love you, baby” kissing your cheek before walking off to get ready.
It leaves you blushing like a fool as people rush all around you, making last minute changes or tweaks for the show. The next time you would see Michael would be hours later, after the sun has gone down and the fans are crammed into the park all waiting to see your husband.
The sounds of the video that you had luckily got to see bits and pieces of starting to play for the crowd, the screaming was louder than you had ever heard it before. A spaceship lands on the stage and your smile widens immediately, and as the door was kicked open Michael comes out dressed in all gold.
The crowd goes crazy as he throws his helmet somewhere on stage as the tune to Scream starts to play and Michael starts to sing and dance. Your jaw drops when you see his outfit, you think that this must’ve have been the surprise he was hinting at all those months ago. The gold is so bold, his pants are so tight on his body, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together.
As he moves around on stage for dancing, he moves closer to where you’re standing just off stage and points at you while singing. Over the next 2 hours of his performance, you can’t get those gold pants out of your head, the way they hugged his hips or the way that you could totally tell that he definitely wasn’t wearing any underwear, which was such a risky move for him.
It made your heart beat speed up when thrust his hips into the air, you lower your head, trying to hide your blush when visions of various different nights spent with him, fly through your mind.
After the show was over and he comes off stage, all sweaty and out of breath from putting his all into the show. You can’t help but wrap your arms around him, he’s not wearing the gold suit anymore but he still looks just as attractive. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist as he puts his head into your shoulder, trying to steady his breathing.
“angel face, you did such a good job!”, complementing him on what he just finished.
You can hear him mumble, what you’re guessing is some sort of thank you, he lets you go as he guides you back to his dressing room.
Once it’s just the two of you, alone, he sits down on the little couch, legs spread in a comfortable position. The sight has your mouth watering as you walk closer to him. Sitting down next to him, you put your hand on his thigh, watching as he turns his head to the side, bashfully.
“You did so good, mikey, I’m so proud of you” kissing up his neck, he lets out a small whine.
“Do you think the fans liked it?” asking shyly.
“Mikey, they were going crazy for you, especially when you came out in that gold suit” the mention of his surprise made him look in your direction.
Looking into his eyes, he brings his hand up to your cheek. He knew that you couldn’t hold eye contact with him for too long before cracking, looking anywhere else but at him.
Michael chuckled before moving you so that both of your legs were on either side of his, straddling him. He puts his hands on your hips, scooching you as close as he can get you. You place your hands behind his head, lightly playing with his hair, and he leans his head back, signalling you to keep going.
While he’s zoned out on you toying with his hair, you lean down to place kisses on his cheek, moving down to his neck.
Michael bucks his hips up into you as you continue sucking on the spot near his collarbone that you know he loves. You grind your hips into his, spurring his light moans on.
“Baby, you know we can’t do this here, everyone is outside.” he tries to move you to the side, but that only makes you plant yourself even more.
“I want you to put the gold back on for me, please, Mikey,” whispering as you continue your mission on his skin.
He looks at you as he uses the control he still has on himself to move you back to your seat on the couch. Michael stands up, “is that what all this is about?” You try to hide the blush that’s coming onto your cheeks from his question.
“It’s your fault for not wearing underwear.” Trying to place the blame on him is not going to get you anywhere.
His laugh pulls you out of your thoughts, looking up at him, melting at the sight of his smile. You see him reaching for the gold suit anyway, he’s a sucker for giving you what you want. You see him get undressed and put the gold suit back on just like you requested. Once he’s done, he turns back around to face you, not missing the fact that he didn’t put his underwear back on again.
You can’t wait for him to walk over to you so you decide to meet him halfway, grabbing his hand you push him back into the chair that he would usually sit in to fix his hair or makeup. Climbing into his lap he places his hands back on your hips as you drag your clothed core against the silk material of his pants, making you moan.
You can feel his cock harden as you continue to roll your hips. Michael kisses down your neck, making his way to your tits, moving his hands up to cup your left boob, his entire hand practically covering it as he squeezes. You throw your head back, still grinding into him, he pinches your nipple.
He tries to pull your shirt up over your head, “please take this off”, his control slipping.
You reach to take your shirt and bra off, throwing it somewhere else in the small room, he latches onto your skin. Kissing down your chest back to your boob, “mikey, baby, i need you”
He wastes no time in lifting your hips so that he could get out of his pants, once he gets them around his thighs he grabs you by your hips, you put your hands on his shoulders. He takes one hand and wraps it around his cock, pumping up and down twice before looking into your eyes.
You watch as his hand lazily holds his cock, it only takes you a few seconds before you move his hand and replace it with your own. Pumping him up and down, watching as he throws his head back.
“You’re doing so good for me, Mikey, always so good for me”
His whines are the only thing that can be heard, the voices of whoever is outside long forgotten.
Michael is bucking his hips into your hand, trying to match your rhythm. His hands are reaching for any part of you he can catch, they find their way back to your thighs. He’s inching his left hand closer to the button of your jeans. Sliding his long fingers into the band of your panties, he can feel how wet you are.
“come on, y/n, please..”
“b-baby, need you s-so bad”
At his statement, you pace quickens before you stop completely, moving off of him before he gets the chance to protest.
On your knees, between his open thighs, you slide your hands from his knees all the way up to his cock. Stroking him slowly before moving your head so that your mouth is inches away.
Michael keeps thrusting his hips to try to meet your lips, it takes all of your strength to hold him down. His moans echoed in the small room as you leaned down to finally connect where he wanted.
As you kiss the head of his cock, you feel his hand land on the back of your head lightly. As you hum around him, he bucks his hips, making you gag as he hits the back of your throat. “ I’m sorry, baby, just feel so good, hmm.”
His hand forms a make-shift ponytail as you repeat your up and down motion. You can tell he’s close to finishing when his moans get louder.
He can feel him grab your hand that was placed on his thigh as his hips start to stutter, “wait.. baby.. hmph, wanna come inside you.”
The look in his eyes is enough to make you stand, pulling down your panties and jeans before you’re leaning over him, knees on either side of his thighs as you try to sink down on him slowly.
You throw your head back as his tip makes contact with your wet folds, letting out a breathy moan. Michael's hands land on your hips, trying to steady you, not letting you move too fast.
It takes a couple of minutes before you’re fully sat snug against his hips. Michael can feel you clenching around him every couple of seconds, trying to calm yourself.
He can tell that you’re already losing it, and you haven’t even really moved yet.
You place both of your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and his hands move up to cup your cheeks as you lightly grind back and forth on him. You lean in to kiss him properly for the first time tonight since before he went out to sing. The kiss is slow and sensual, both of you moaning into each other's mouths, as you rock back and forth.
Your slow pace only lasts about a minute before the fire inside you snaps, and you start to bounce up and down. His large hands move down to your ass, squeezing, helping you move.
You move back to kiss Michael, this time it's all teeth, moaning against each other as he thrusts up to meet your hips. The sound of skin hitting each other is the only thing that can be heard. Your hands land on the back of the couch for more leverage, leaning over him, Michael leans down, kissing along your tits.
He can’t help but lean back slightly, looking down to where you two are connected, the wet sounds of your pussy driving him crazy. Your hands land on his chest, as your head moves to his shoulder, losing control quickly.
“Mikey.. So good, mmhm” is all that seems to come out as you try to form a sentence.
“I know angel, i know” as his hands land on your back, comforting you.
Your bouncing has slowed back to a grind, causing Michael to take over, thrusting up into your pussy. He holds you tight against him as you continue to clench around him, not wanting to let him go.
Michael’s hips start to stutter after a couple of minutes, and his thrusts slow and get impossibly deeper. You know he’s close by the way his breathing starts to quicken.
“I’m close, angel, a-almost there” is all he can get out.
The only sounds you can make are little whines as you feel him thrust him one last time and let out a deep groan. Holding your sides so tight, you know there will be bruises by the time you get back to the hotel room tonight.
Clenching as tight as you can, you cum around his cock as he slowly tries to thrust one last time into you, making sure none of him is wasted.
The two of you sit like that for at least 5 minutes, trying to regain the strength to even move, Michael running his hands along your back. “Did so good for me, angel, always so good, huh?”
“I guess it’s a good thing I only went to one rehearsal then, huh?” trying to joke, making Michael chuckle.
“I knew you’d like the surprise,” he smiles at you as he slowly lifts you up and off of his lap.
“Liked it? Mikey, I loved that suit more than your suit that we got married in, laughing as you reached for the water on the table.
The sounds of knocking cut Michael off before he could start his sentence. You knew it was Bill letting him know that the car was outside, so you knew you had about 5 minutes before he busted in the door.
Currently thinking about having a cute little picnic with Will and him setting up the entire thing (he had grace help). He takes you to his favorite spot hidden from the rest of the city where, when the sun is going down, you can see the entire skyline of the city and it’s so beautiful. He’s holding your hand the entire drive and every once in a while he’ll take his eyes off the rode to glance over at you and squeeze your hand. It’ll make you blush and look out the window, shyly. When he finally pulls up to the spot, he leans over to your side of the car and kisses you before hopping out and coming over to open your door for you. Taking your hand, he helps you out and fixes your dress before grabbing the rest of the things out of the back of the truck.
You watch him as he lays out the blanket and sets the basket of food down, he takes your hand, guiding you to sit with him. The whole time you guys are smiling and he’s feeding you strawberries as you lay your head on your lap and you keep pointing up at different clouds that remind you of silly things. You really just want to hear Will’s laugh so you keep saying outrageous things. He keeps smiling down at you, moving your hair from your face and calling you pretty and telling you how much he loved you. I can see him wanting to talk about the future and how he wants you to move back to Boston with him eventually and how he wants to start a family and have at least two kids, a boy and girl, so they can be as close as him and grace are.
He’s explaining all of this and you’re just smiling at him because he seems so genuine and honest about his confession. You’re imagining your future with him because he has already admitted that he’s going to marry you one day and you’re just waiting patiently for the day he pops the question. You can see your life with him, teaching your children how to skate and the rules of the game all while you cheer them on from the stands or skate right beside them in encouragement.
The whole date just solidifies, to you that you love him and want to spend the rest of your life with him. You’re going to walk down the aisle and meet him for the rest of your life. You’re going to say your vows to him and he’s going to tear up in front of all his friends and family and he won’t even be embarrassed because he loves you way too much to care what others think.
michael whispers to you, remnants of his usual sing-songy tone slowly washing away. you’re in tiny, linen, rucked up shorts wrapped prettily around your legs, planting your knees on either side of michael’s thigh.
sweetness and heat pools low in your stomach when the thick muscle underneath you comes in firm contact with your sensitive folds, sending electric shocks right to your clit. your boyfriend is still in one of his bedazzled stage outfits, his normally pretty eyes now hidden behind his aviators.
you shyly look up at michael, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, the sequins of his jacket digging into your fingertips. he just hums in approval, bottom lip wedged between his teeth, hands cradling your face before settling them on your hips. “cute girl.”
the only thing he got rid of are the gloves, and you can’t be more thankful. you love seeing his bony, long fingers engulf your sides with ease. without a word, michael slowly drags you over his thigh, and you can feel yourself go delirious, your clit on fire, achingly empty entrance fluttering.
“won eight awards t’night,” he murmurs, eyes behind his sunglasses transfixed on your glassy eyes and puffy, parted lips. your breath hitches in your throat, your little mewls thrumming in the air whilst your boyfriend moves you back and forth like a doll over his thigh. “aren’t you gonna show me how proud you are of your man? how good you can be to him?”
michael’s voice sounds teasing, and you can feel the wetness leak out of you. in one sudden motion, michael’s strong hands let go of your hips, and with that, that delicious stimulation to your clit also ceases.
“michael, no—”
instinctively, you grind down on michael’s thigh, trying to sedate the burning desire within you. and michael just watches you like a hawk, smiling lazily, arms resting behind his head like he’s a fucking king. “go ‘head, baby, show me then.”
a/n: i loveeeeeee over the clothes stufff smmmmmm. more than sex
synopsis: childhoodbsf!mj and reader in a hot tub... what can go wrong? (or right :D)
cw: smut, switch!michael, hot tub sex, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, tensionnn, mutual pining, michael jackson being a whimperer (surprise), creampie
based off bad!era mj but any era works (i think)
the hot tub lights cast soft blue ripples across the water, reflecting against the stone around the edge of the patio. the early summer night air brushed against your damp skin coolly in contrast to the heat of the water, while music drifted faintly from somewhere inside the house. overhead, the sky was dark and cloudless, a soft breeze moving through the otherwise still night.
michael leaned back nearby with his arms resting along the edge of the hot tub, curls damp around his face, while he watched you with obvious amusement.
“you know,” he said casually, brushing wet curls back from his forehead, “for somebody always talkin’ big, you scare real easy.”
you looked over immediately. “i do not.”
michael laughed softly under his breath.
you’d known michael long enough to recognize that exact look in his eyes before he even said anything else. the one that usually meant he was about to annoy you on purpose.
the two of you had been attached at the hip since childhood. your families blurred together so often growing up that half your memories included michael somewhere in the background of them — sitting beside you at family parties, showing up to your house unannounced (and vice versa), dragging you outside in the middle of summer evenings because he was bored and wanted company. somewhere along the way, physical closeness had stopped meaning much between you years ago.
hugs.
leaning against each other.
holding hands.
cuddling while watching movies.
being close to michael had never required thought.
leaves rustled softly in the night breeze.
michael’s eyes suddenly shifted past your shoulder.
the teasing look on his face faltered, his mouth flattening slightly as his attention fixed on something behind you.
“…wait.”
you narrowed your eyes at that. “michael.”
“no, seriously.” his brows furrowed now while he stared harder behind you. “what is that?”
you rolled your eyes.
“i hate you.”
“i’m serious,” he insisted, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “right there.”
you turned your head despite yourself.
your eyes scanned once. twice. nothing.
you started turning back toward him with an unimpressed look already forming–
michael lunged forward suddenly with both his hands toward the water behind you.
a startled squeal escaped you as you grabbed onto him on pure reflex, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders while you nearly climbed halfway up him in a panic.
michael burst into loud laughter. bright and boyish.
“oh my god!” you gasped out, still clutching him while he laughed harder against your shoulder. “you are actually evil.”
“it was funny!” he argued through laughter.
“it was not funny!”
you smacked his shoulder lightly, trying not to laugh and failing miserably once his laughter got worse.
michael’s laughter had always been contagious. it was impossible to stay mad at him for long when he was laughing like that.
“yes it was,” he grinned. “you should’ve seen your face.”
“you practically climbed into my lap,” he added.
“i trusted you!”
“that’s your own fault.”
“oh my god, shut up.”
another laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
michael pointed at you instantly.
“see? you’re laughin’ now.”
you groaned dramatically, letting your forehead fall briefly against his shoulder while his laughter softened into quieter little giggles beneath his breath.
eventually, both your breaths started to settle.
except neither of you moved apart.
your arms still rested loosely around his shoulders. michael’s hands still held your waist below the surface.
comfortable. normal.
well, it should’ve felt normal.
instead, the silence that settled between you suddenly felt…heavy somehow.
different.
your forehead still rested lightly against michael’s shoulder while the water moved softly around you both, rippling between your bodies.
neither of you spoke.
you could feel michael breathing now.
not just the movement of his chest beneath your hands, but the actual rhythm of it. slow at first, then slightly uneven when you shifted subconsciously closer.
his hands tightened around your waist. small. almost unnoticeable.
except you noticed it immediately.
your brows pulled together faintly.
slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder.
michael was already looking at you.
the patio lights reflected faintly in his eyes while water dripped from the curls hanging around his forehead. his expression had gone strangely still now, his hands warm where they rested against your waist.
neither of you moved apart.
you’re not sure why.
usually moments like this broke naturally on their own. one of you would laugh. tease the other. splash water. say something stupid.
instead, michael just kept looking at you.
your eyes flicked down toward his mouth before you could stop yourself.
bad idea.
because the second your gaze dropped, michael noticed. his brows pinched for a fraction of a second.
then, before you could really process it, michael looked away first.
his jaw flexed.
you felt his throat move against your arm when he swallowed.
“…christ,” he muttered quietly under his breath.
heat crawled slowly up your neck. you swallowed once before forcing out, “what?”
michael shook his head once, almost like he was trying to clear it.
“nothin’.”
his voice sounded lower now. rougher.
the water shifted softly around you both when you adjusted yourself, your legs brushing against his–
michael inhaled sharply.
the sound froze you.
oh.
your heartbeat stumbled hard in your chest.
because suddenly you could feel it too.
the reaction pressed unmistakably against your thigh.
heat rushed instantly to your face.
michael went still beneath your hands.
for a second, neither of you said anything.
michael laughed quietly under his breath, though it sounded more embarrassed than amused now. one hand came up to cover his face as he looked away.
“….m’sorry,” he murmured.
your brows pulled together slightly.
of course he was apologizing. that was so michael.
when he’s struggling to keep himself composed, he still sounded more concerned about crossing a line than anything else.
you'd be lying if you said his reaction to you wasn't turning you on.
“….don’t apologize,” you breathed.
michael looked at you. his curls hung damp against his forehead now, water dripping slowly down the side of his neck while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your waist like he didn’t trust himself to move them anywhere else.
he looked away again, exhaling sharply through his nose, almost like a disbelieving laugh at himself.
“just... give me a second,” he murmured. "it'll go away."
michael took slow, controlled breaths like he was genuinely trying to calm himself down.
then before you could overthink it, the words slipped out softly.
“….do you want me to help you?”
michael’s eyes shut briefly while a quiet breath escaped him, almost strained. unfortunately for him, the boner he'd been trying so hard to kill came back tenfold.
one of his hands slid higher instinctively along your waist before stopping there hard enough to make your pulse jump.
“i—”
he cut himself off.
his head tipped back slightly instead, exposing the long line of his throat while he stared up toward the sky for a second like he was physically trying to pull himself together.
it only made him look worse.
or better.
no definitely better.
water glided slowly down the column of his neck while his chest rose unevenly beneath your hands.
finally, michael looked back at you again. wrecked.
he swallowed once before replying quietly, “you don’t have to do anything.”
your heart hammered painfully against your ribs.
“i know,” you whispered.
“i’m asking if you want me to.”
for a second, michael just stared at you.
then slowly, his forehead dropped forward until it rested gently against your temple.
his eyes closed.
his lashes brushed softly against your skin.
the flush along his neck had darkened now, spreading toward his jaw while his breathing stayed uneven against you.
when he finally spoke, his voice came out rough and quiet.
“…i’m a gentleman.”
your chest tightened at the sound of it.
the words seemed to hang between you for a moment.
slowly, you lifted one hand from his shoulder, cradling his face gently until he looked at you again.
his eyes were dark now.
unfocused almost.
still trying so hard to hold himself together for you.
your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek before you leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.
michael inhaled sharply, head tilting instinctively to chase your lips.
then he was kissing you properly.
one hand slid up the side of your neck as he pulled you closer, the kiss hard and messy, like he’d been trying not to do this for far too long.
your noses bumped awkwardly together between breaths, both of you laughing softly into the kiss before it melted right back into something hotter.
michael bit gently at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.
a soft sound escaped you before you kissed him again.
his hand dragged back down your body until it settled low on your waist, fingers spreading carefully just above your ass.
careful and still hesitant. you could feel it.
your hands slid down his arms slowly until they covered his, guiding them lower.
michael broke the kiss at that.
the sound you let slip when his hands finally squeezed your ass made his head drop against yours.
“you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered breathlessly.
you pushed your hips closer against his.
michael let out a shaky breath as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers catching slightly at the damp curls near his nape.
when he kissed you again, it felt almost desperate now.
like he physically couldn’t stop himself for more than a few seconds at a time. his nose bumped softly against yours between kisses while his hands tightened around your body, guiding you higher on his lap beneath the bubbling water.
the pressure of his hips against yours pulled a gasp from your throat.
your fingers tightened instinctively at the base of his curls as you broke away from the kiss for air.
“michael—”
he kissed the corner of your mouth before you could finish saying his name, breathing hard enough now that you could feel it against your skin.
“i know, baby, i know” he murmured softly.
you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like chlorine and the faint traces of his cologne, warm amber and soft florals mixing with the heat of his damp skin.
michael’s hands guided your hips against his beneath the water, the movement slow at first before his restraint started slipping little by little.
soft sounds escaped you against his neck while michael’s breathing turned rough near your ear, his grip tightening every time you pressed closer to him.
“baby…” he breathed, almost strained now.
the name sent warmth blooming low in your stomach.
this was the first time he’d ever called you that, and you loved the way it sounded coming from him.
his groans started mixing with the breathier moans spilling from your lips as his hands squeezed more firmly at your backside, the bubbling water sloshing harder around you both as he buried his face against your shoulder.
every slow drag of your hips only made the ache low in your stomach worse.
but it still wasn’t enough.
you needed more of him.
“want more,” you whined softly against his neck.
michael’s hips stuttered against yours at the sound of your voice, a quiet groan escaping him.
“yeah?” he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at you properly.
strands of damp hair clung messily near your cheeks while your lips looked swollen from kissing, slightly parted every time another shaky breath slipped out of you. your eyes were glossed over.
you looked completely ruined.
just for him.
“i’ll give my sweet girl whatever she wants,” he said lowly, with a rasp slipping into his voice.
something about hearing him say it made your thighs press tighter around him. if michael noticed, he didn't mention it.
“anything she asks for.” he added.
“anything?” you responded in a whisper.
michael’s eyes stayed fixated on yours for a second before he repeated it quieter this time.
“anything.”
your stomach tightened hard at the sound of that.
“want you inside me,” you whispered sweetly, your hips pressing against his again at the thought of him giving it to you.
michael bit down on his lip, a crooked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
you sounded so desperate for him.
and god was he just as desperate for you.
maybe worse.
even now, with your body pressed against his and his restraint hanging by a thread, he still tried to collect himself before he spoke again.
because he was a gentleman.
or at least he was trying very hard to be one.
“go on, take what you want,” he murmured roughly.
your hands immediately reached for the waistband of his swim shorts, tugging them down enough to free his dick.
though you couldn't see much through the bubbling water, you felt him. his warmth, his thickness, his length.
the weight of him against your hand alone made your breath catch.
michael groaned softly under his breath, his head falling briefly against your shoulder while his hands tightened instinctively along your thighs.
you shifted carefully onto your knees to give him room while he pulled your swim bottoms aside.
the feeling of him brushing against your bare pussy made you arch into him.
“fuck…” michael hissed quietly, breathing turned heavier near your ear as his hands slid lower along your thighs to steady you.
your face buried closer into the crook of his neck while another broken sound escaped you.
“michael…” your voice cracked softly.
the slow push of his tip alone already had your head spinning. he barely gave you room to breathe.
“fuuck, baby,” he groaned into your shoulder, dragging the words out low and strained. “you’re so fucking tight.”
you nuzzled closer into his neck with a shaky whimper.
“s’too big, michael…” you hiccuped softly.
you were ruining him.
the way your voice broke at just the tip being inside you was doing something dangerous to his self-control.
“shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmured gently, one hand stroking your damp hair.
his other hand slid lower against your thigh before tightening carefully at your hip.
"tell me if it hurts," he murmured, lips brushing softly against your temple.
then he started easing you down onto him properly.
slow.
your mouth dropped open at the stretch as he lowered you inch by inch, his grip firm enough to guide you while still giving you time to adjust. every small movement made another uneven breath leave your lips.
the heat of the water around you only made everything feel more overwhelming. his cock felt impossibly warm inside you, thick enough that each inch made your body tense before slowly relaxing around him.
michael’s forehead pressed against yours as he watched every reaction on your face.
“that’s it,” he whispered hoarsely. “doin’ so good for me.”
another inch.
your fingers tightened against his shoulders, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.
his own breathing was wrecked, rough against your skin while his hands trembled slightly where they held you.
like he was using every bit of control he had not to lose patience and pull you down all at once.
instead, he kept guiding you carefully.
letting you feel every inch.
the stretch burned for a second before melting into warmth, your body slowly yielding around him while soft broken whimpers left your throat.
“fuck,” michael groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “you feel so fucking good.”
you buried your face deeper into his neck as another wave of fullness hit you.
then finally your hips settled flush against his.
both of you gasped at the same time.
michael’s head fell back against the edge of the tub with a low groan while his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks.
“holy shit…” he breathed.
you could barely think.
he felt everywhere. warm and deep and overwhelming, filling you so completely that all you could do was sit there for a second trying to breathe through it.
his hands softened again, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips.
“you okay?” he asked quietly, though his voice still sounded wrecked.
you nodded weakly against him.
“mhm…”
a small smile pulled at michael’s lips before he kissed the side of your head gently.
“good girl.”
you almost sobbed at the praise. his voice alone could make you cum.
michael stayed there for a second, just holding you against him while both of you tried to recover from the feeling.
his chest rose against yours, shaky breaths fanning across your skin while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your hips like he still couldn’t believe this was real.
then slowly, he rolled his hips upward once.
the movement was shallow.
experimental.
but the drag of him inside you still pulled a broken moan straight from your throat.
michael actually whimpered at that, the sound muffled against your skin, before a strained groan followed right after.
“fuck…”
his grip tightened.
“that okay?” he asked quietly, his own voice already sounding completely gone.
you nodded quickly before he’d even fully finished asking.
“please,” you whispered.
his mouth crashed against yours again while his hips rolled into you harder this time, deeper, the movement making the water slosh violently around both of you until it spilled over the edge of the hot tub, soaking the concrete.
your fingers tangled tighter into the damp curls at the back of his neck as he kept rocking you against him slowly, every thrust deep enough to make your stomach tighten.
he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you between breaths.
messy kisses.
desperate ones.
little broken sounds slipping from his mouth every single time you clenched around him.
“you feel so fucking good,” he breathed shakily. “christ, baby…”
his restraint kept slipping in pieces.
each movement growing rougher than the last, your body meeting his like you both couldn't stop chasing the feeling.
you moaned again. soft and breathless right against his mouth.
“yeah?” he rasped. “that feel good?”
you could barely answer — or could barely hear him, to be honest.
the way he was making you feel left your head completely fuzzy. every deep drag of him inside you made your thoughts melt together until all you could focus on was him.
when you didn’t respond, he tugged you down harder onto him.
a high moan tore from your throat instantly. a sound you would’ve never thought you’d be capable of making.
and if michael wasn’t fucking you so good, you probably would’ve been embarrassed by it.
he pulled back just enough to look at your face, watching your expression.
“tell me.”
it didn't sound demanding.
if anything, it sounded like something he needed to hear.
“y-yes–” you gasped helplessly. “yes, yes, feels so good–”
he leaned closer to your neck and started kissing, sucking, biting, leaving marks all over your neck.
michael cursed softly under his breath at the feeling of you clenching around him.
“shit, baby… you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”
all you could do was moan as he dragged your hips down onto him through another deep thrust that made your entire body jolt.
the praise only made the heat low in your stomach tighten harder.
another soft whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your face burying deeper into his neck out of instinct.
michael groaned at the sound.
“those sexy fucking sounds…”
his hips rolled up into yours again, harder this time, and your grip on him tightened hard enough to sting.
one of his hands slid up your body, long slender fingers brushing teasingly against your chest before nudging your swimsuit top up just enough for your breasts to spill out. the cooler night air nipping at your damp skin.
"so perfect." he breathed.
he leaned in, his mouth closing around your left nipple with a slow, warm suck that pulled a breath from your lungs. at the same time, the knuckles of his other hand dragged against your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts, teasing every inch of sensitive skin on the way up. he cupped your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with the slow pull of his mouth.
every suck, every soft bite, every flick of his tongue had your body arching into him.
you couldn’t hold the sounds back anymore.
every thrust of his hips pulled another sound out of you.
little whimpers.
broken moans.
breathy gasps right against his ear.
“fuck,” he groaned softly into your skin, almost dazed. “keep makin’ those sounds for me, baby.”
you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.
his mouth shifted to your other breast with a worn groan while his hand slipped lower between your bodies.
the second his thumb brushed against your clit, your entire body jerked in his arms.
“oh my god—”
the cry that left you was loud enough to echo slightly off the stone around the hot tub.
“mm, that it?” he rasped, thumb circling you again with shaky desperation. “that what you needed, baby?”
you nodded helplessly against him, barely able to breathe properly now.
the feeling of him thrusting up into you while his thumb rubbed slow, messy circles against your clit was too much all at once.
your thighs started trembling around his waist.
“michael, please.”
“i know,” he breathed quickly. “i got you. i got you.”
he kept thrusting into you deep and slow, but the rhythm was getting sloppier every second. like he physically couldn’t focus anymore with the way you kept whining against him.
“fuck…” he groaned softly. “you’re so sensitive.”
another moan tore out of you when his thumb pressed a little harder.
every little movement pulled another noise from your throat.
your eyes kept fluttering closed from the overwhelming sensation while michael watched your face completely unravel for him, his own expression looking just as gone.
“look at me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed softly.
your eyes fluttered back toward him.
the second michael saw the tears gathering along your lashes from how overwhelming everything felt, something in him completely snapped.
“fuck—”
his forehead dropped against yours with a groan so deep it almost sounded painful.
his thrusts lost what little rhythm they had left after that.
harder now.
messier.
his hands gripping your hips almost desperately while he kept kissing you between breaths like he couldn’t get enough.
“close?” he rasped against your mouth.
all you could do was nod frantically.
your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders as another wave hit you.
it was too much.
his mouth on your neck.
his thumb rubbing against you perfectly.
the way he kept filling you so deep every time his hips snapped upward.
your thighs started shaking hard around his waist.
“i-i’m gonna–”
“lemme feel it, baby,” michael interrupted, voice breaking. he sounded completely gone. "please..."
a soft curse slipped from him the second your body tightened around him.
“that’s it,” he groaned. “good girl… fuck, that’s it.”
his thumb moved faster.
messier now.
like he was getting desperate too.
the pressure finally snapped.
your whole body jolted against him with a broken cry, your face burying into his shoulder while your body tightened hard around him, nails scratching at his back.
michael groaned loudly at the feeling, his hips stuttering completely for a second.
“shit–”
your vision blurred from how overwhelming it felt, soft little sobs and moans getting caught in your throat while wave after wave kept hitting you.
michael fucked you through all of it, one arm wrapped tightly around your back while his forehead pressed against your shoulder.
“fuck…” he groaned shakily. “atta girl.”
then quieter, almost like the words slipped out accidentally.
“been wantin’ this so bad.”
you clenched around him hard at the confession.
michael groaned hard, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub.
his lips brushed against your jaw when he looked back at you again, expression completely wrecked.
“you don’t even realize what you do to me sometimes,” he breathed shakily.
“been tryin’ so hard to be good.”
another deep thrust made your breath catch.
“every time you bend over during those stupid twister games…” he groaned softly. “or prance around in those tiny little swimsuits…”
“honestly so mean of you.”
another broken groan slipped from him right after, his face burying deeper into your neck like he was trying to hide there.
little strained sounds kept leaving him every few seconds while his hips lost what little rhythm they had left.
“can’t—” he choked out softly. “fuck, baby…”
his grip tightened almost painfully at your hips before he finally buried himself deep inside you with a whine, warm spurts of cum filling you as his whole body went tense against yours.
you could feel him shaking slightly while he held you close, breathing unevenly against your skin as the water settled softly around both of you again.
the aftershocks rolled softly through both of you, fading little by little into soft tremors.
the world around you felt silent except for the sounds of bubbling water and uneven breathing.
slowly, you pulled back just enough to look at him properly again, your arms still resting loosely around his shoulders.
his curls were a mess.
lips swollen.
flushed all the way down his neck.
and the completely blissed-out look on his face made something warm burst in your chest.
the second michael noticed you staring, a breathless laugh slipped from him, his teeth catching briefly against his bottom lip when his grin widened.
you laughed too.
because somehow, even after all of that, the two of you still ended up the same way you always did.
still just you and michael.
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ummm i didnt know how to end it butttt SECOND FICCCCC r we getting somewhere guys
also pls dont acc have sex in hot tubs or pools😭😭 (as hot as it is</3)
could you do off the wall!michael x reader having a pool party during the summer? And michael gets jealous when his brothers keep trying to flirt with her??
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☕︎ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Drabble- SFW & Fluff
Pairing : OTW Micheal Jackson x best friend fem reader
Summary : During a summer pool party at Hayvenhurst, Michael spends most of the day quietly watching you while his brothers take full advantage of his obvious feelings. All tease him, pulling your attention away from him just to see how he reacts.
Content : friends to lovers, jealousy, soft michael, possessive michael, clingy michael, summer romance, poolside flirting, hayvenhurst summers, playful teasing, affectionate michael, shy michael, established relationship, sweet moments, subtle jealousy, physical touch, kissing, comforting, private moments, jackson family antics, tension, light suggestive content, fluff, emotionally soft michael, off the wall era michael, romantic intimacy, teasing, reader reassurance, touch-starved michael, playful brothers, cuddling energy, late summer nights, michael being needy without realizing it
Author’s note ⋆ honestly this one got away from me in the best way 😭 hope this is close to what you were imagining, i kind of just followed the vibe as it went. thank you for the request, this was actually really fun to write, i love writing him in softer summer settings like this 🫶 ☕︎ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
There was always something different about summers at hayvenhurst. louder somehow, the windows stayed open longer, music carried through the house from one room to another, and every Jackson gathering eventually turned into somebody arguing over cards, somebody throwing people into the pool, or one of the brothers trying to flirt with anything that moved.
Today, unfortunately for Michael, that happened to be you.
You had barely stepped outside before it started, denim shorts sitting low on your hips over your swimsuit bottoms, one of michael’s thin button-ups hanging loose over your bikini top because he insisted earlier that morning you’d “burn alive” if you stayed in direct sun too long. Meanwhile he’d spent half the afternoon hidden under shade in sunglasses and a little visor, (he just wanted to see you in one of his shirts in your swimwear…it was a nice view though he’s never going to admit that out loud)
Jackie whistled the second you came outside while Marlon nearly splashed you into the pool before you even made it to the chairs.
And Jermaine?…….lord, Jermaine would NOT leave you alone.
Not in an annoying way exactly, more in that overly smooth older-brother way where he kept leaning too close while talking, grinning every time he made you laugh like he’d personally accomplished something important. Though he never meant any bad intentions behind them, he was just a playful man messing around whenever the chance he got being a Jackson and all.
At first Michael tried pretending it didn’t bother him.
He really did.
He stayed leaned back in his chair sipping orange juice, chiming into conversations every now and then, smiling when you looked over at him. But slowly, little by little, he started retreating into himself every time one of his brothers kept your attention too long.
Especially Jermaine….Michael had a feeling he was doing it on purpose, to provoke him. All his brothers knew his feelings twords you, of course they HAD to tease their youngest brother.
You noticed it after Jermaine sat beside you near the pool with his arm stretched across the back of your chair, teasing you about how Michael always hogged your attention whenever you visited. Sighing you laughed; shook your head at his antics.
Across the yard Michael immediately looked down at his drink, just a tiny shift. His shoulders pulled inward slightly, his smile disappeared for a second too long before he forced it back.
That was always the thing about Michael when something was bothering him, he didn’t get loud he just got quieter, he wasn’t one to lash out like that.
He stopped jumping into conversations as much after that. Started wandering off under the excuse of fixing music or grabbing drinks that nobody asked for. Every now and then you’d catch him watching you from across the yard only for him to look away the second you noticed.
It almost made you laugh because he was being so obvious without realizing it. But you never liked it whenever something bothered him, Especially once Marlon started teasing him directly.
“Better come get your girl before Jermaine does,” he shouted from near the grill at one point.
Michael nearly choked.
Everyone burst out laughing while Michael turned bright red beneath the sunglasses, muttering something under his breath while waving Marlon off. Even afterward, when the moment passed and everyone went back to talking, you noticed Michael drift closer beside you again.
Subtle.
His knee touching yours when he sat down, his fingers brushing your arm absentmindedly when he walked past. Finding reasons to pull you into conversations with him instead of leaving you alone with his brothers too long. Clingy in the softest ways possible that made you melt inside. And every single time you looked at him afterward, his expression melted a little.
Like he couldn’t help it.
By the time evening rolled around and the sky started turning orange and pink above the backyard, most of the party had drifted back inside. Music still floated faintly through the open patio doors along with bursts of laughter from deeper inside the house, but outside things had finally settled.
That’s when you found michael sitting alone at the edge of the pool. His shoes had been kicked off somewhere behind him, curls slightly damp around his forehead from the heat while his feet moved lazily through the water. He looked calmer away from everybody else, quieter in a way that suited him more.
You sat beside him carefully, your shoulder brushing his.
“You’ve been weird all day,” you murmured softly, Michael glanced over immediately, “no I haven’t, it was just too hot today & my brothers were louder than usual,”
The answer came so fast you almost laughed, you turned toward him more fully, smiling a little when he looked away first.
“Mhm.”
He shook his head, trying to hide the embarrassed grin pulling at his mouth now. “They were botherin’ you,” he muttered after a second.
“Your brothers?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled wider at that ; watched him for another moment before slowly slipping down into the pool beside him, cool water wrapping around your waist as you moved between his knees carefully. Michael startled a little at the sudden movement, hands instinctively reaching toward your arms to steady you.
“What are you doin’?” he laughed quietly.
You didn’t answer right away.
Instead your hands came up gently to cup his face, fingers sliding into the soft curls near his temple while you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek.
Then another…….and another. One near the corner of his mouth that made him suck in a quiet breath, another against his jaw, his forehead,his chin and finally his nose. You spent a little more time peppering kisses on his nose, the place he hated on himself the most while you adored it.
That one made him break completely.
A soft embarrassed laugh slipped out of him while his shoulders curled inward shyly beneath your hands, eyes squeezing shut for a second like he physically didn’t know what to do with that much affection all at once.
“Stop,” he mumbled weakly, smiling so hard he could barely get the words out. You only grinned, thumbs brushing softly along his cheeks while you looked at him like something precious.
Because he was.
And Michael, sweet, jealous, attention starved Michael looked at you then with this completely melted expression that always appeared whenever he realized your attention was fully his again. You ran your fingers slowly through the curls at the back of his neck and felt him relax under your touch almost instantly.
“Better now?” you teased softly, he tried fighting the smile. Failed horribly.
“Maybe.”
You laughed quietly before stepping back and climbing out of the pool carefully, water dripping from your legs onto the concrete, then you turned back toward him, holding your hand out with a small smile.
Michael looked up at you for maybe half a second before taking it immediately.
You pulled him gently to his feet and intertwined your fingers with his while leading him back toward the house, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your knuckles the entire walk. Just before you reached the patio doors, you leaned closer enough for only him to hear.
“C’mon, mike,” you giggled softly. “i’m all yours tonight.”
The way he looked at you after that nearly made him miss the step going inside.
imagine telling !mature era michael to keep his glasses on while he fucks you,
Michael absolutely hated the way his glasses looked on him, said they make him look old. You'd walk in on him reading something in private with his glasses on & as soon as he'd see you, he'd take them off.
You'd always tell him how sexy he looked with them, attempting to put them back on his face as he'd try to pry them off again.
"Makes me feel like you're dating a grandpa, I don't like it." He'd complain.
But of course, anything you begged or pleaded for him to do, he'd do in a heartbeat. So when you told him you wanted him to keep them on while he fucked you, he had no choice but to go along with it, anything for you — he was a gentleman after all.
He'd be gripping onto your fleshy hips a little rougher than usual as he fucked into you on his king sized mattress, having you on all fours. His frustration with your request showed through the way he handled you. You felt the shift, he's never usually this rough.
Yet you weren't complaining, you were in pure ecstatic joy. Your eyes would slowly roll back to your head as you mewled & cried like a slut. You'd try look back at him through forceful thrusts, your eyes half lidded n' your lips pouty as you tried to get a glimpse of how he looked, the reason you're here in the first place. His glasses seated neatly on his nose, his hair down & damp, sticking to his temples. He looked as if he was trying to appear angry, yet little did he know his own guttural groans would betray him.
He'd lean over you, cupping one of your breasts as he'd drop his head on your shoulder, drowning in his own pleasure as he'd continued to abuse your pussy from behind. His glasses would start to slip down his nose more & more with each searing thrust.
You'd push them back up, giving him a little light kiss on the lips.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ mature!michael with his personal assistant girlfriend! is soooo 😵💫 because everyone thinks you’re just the calm girl following him around with a clipboard and a schedule, but nobody notices the way michael looks for you in every room first. like he trusts you with everything.
his schedule, his food order, reminding him to eat, calming him down before interviews, fixing his cuffs before award shows (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) and he gets so attached to your presence that if you’re gone for more than ten minutes he’s immediately asking, “where’s she at?”
and the relationship staying secret for a while because technically it’s “unprofessional,” but michael makes it SO difficult. always pulling you closer absentmindedly when he’s tired. always finding excuses to keep you near him during meetings. sitting beside you instead of across from you even when there’s space everywhere else.
his staff definitely notices before the public does 😭 especially because mature era michael gets clingy when he’s overworked. like after long rehearsals he’d just quietly rest his head on your shoulder while you go through paperwork, too exhausted to speak properly. “you need sleep,” you’d mumble. “Need you first.” (◞‸ ◟)💧
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and god the tension during tours??? him whispering little comments in your ear while people are around like it’s nothing. fingers brushing yours under tables. making direct eye contact with you during performances because you’re standing backstage trying not to fold (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
plus michael being sooo protective over you without making it obvious. if someone talks to you disrespectfully his entire demeanor changes. suddenly he’s quieter, sharper, standing closer to you.“Is there a problem here?”
and the thing is, michael trusts very few people completely, but he trusts YOU with every vulnerable part of himself. the exhausted version. the insecure version. the version sitting on the hotel floor at 3am humming unfinished songs while you organize papers beside him.
sometimes he’d just stop and stare at you for a second like he’s overwhelmed by how much comfort you bring him.“what?” you’d laugh. he’d smile softly, reaching for your hand without even thinking about it.
