OTW!Michael Jackson x f!reader
Masturbation, unprotected sex, first time, skinny dipping and sub!Michael
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During the warm summer months of either June or July, it was a tradition in your family to stay in a cabin for a month. However, this time you decided it would be best to invite Michael, your boyfriend of nine months with you.
āAre you sure your parents wonāt mind?ā Michael asked, opening the trunk of his car.
āYes Michaelā you huffed. The weight of your own suit case dragging you down.
Michael grabbed the suitcase from your grasp placing it into the trunk, āYou promise? Your dad didnāt look too pleased to hear I was coming.ā
āWhat are you so afraid of, Michael?ā You handed Michael another heavy bag, āMy dad loves you.ā
The two of you, well mostly Michael because you hated being all sweaty, continued loading the car. His mind raced with worries, and despite the warm afternoon, his palms were cold with nerves. āLoveā was a pretty unique way to describe it. Every time Michael came over, he could feel your father's icy stare following his every move. It was the kind of look that clearly said, āIf you hurt my daughter, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.ā Just in general your dad was intimidating. His expression rarely changed, a permanent coldness etched across his face that made even the simplest conversation feel like an interrogation.
āAre you sure?ā He pushed, causing you to slam the trunk door shut. If that didnāt signal your annoyance your tone sure would.
āMichael, if you ask me one more time you wonāt be going anywhereā with one finger pointed at your boyfriend, your brows furrowed, ādo you understand?ā
A lump formed in his throat as he slowly nodded like he was kid being scolded by his parent. Michael wouldnāt dare say it out loud but you were almost as intimidating as your dad.
āThank you Mikeyā Instantly your mood lightened, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek, ānow letās go. I want to get there before it gets too dark.ā
Michael opened the car door for you before sliding in on his side and driving off.
It didnāt take long to reach the cabin, only about a two hour drive from Michaelās house. During the whole ride Michael was in a constant state of doubt. While you chatted excitedly beside him, he could barely focus on what you were saying. His mind was occupied by two thoughts, keeping the car on the road and figuring out how on earth he was going to survive an entire month with your family. More specifically your dad.
Excitedly you ran out the car. It was a two story wooden cabin, with a big balcony that gave you a pretty look of the lake and surrounded by thick trees. It felt like he was looking at a postcard. After about twenty minutes of unloading you decided to take Michael down to the lake, telling him all the wonderful memories you had here growing up as you strolled on the dock.
āAnd there used to be tire swing here but me and a bunch of the other kids that used to come here all the time got it and it snapped!ā You laughed recounting the memory, expecting Michael to chuckle along with you. But for some reason Michael remained quiet, staring absentmindedly at the lake, completely lost in thought. Now that you really thought about it, he hadnāt spoke a single word since you got here.
āMikeyā you whispered in his ear. Causing him to slightly jump, blinking as he looked at you.
āSorry, baby,ā he mumbled sheepishly.
You wrapped your arms around him, āWhat's wrong?ā
He hugged you back, resting his chin on top of your shoulder, āNothing, baby.ā
You leaned back just enough to look him in the eyes, unconvinced, āDonāt tell me this is about my dad?ā
Michael sighed, āI'm sorry... I just...ā He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, āI really want to make a good impression. What if he doesn't think I'm good enough for you?ā
You scoffed, āseriously Mikey? Itās not like heās some kind of monster.ā
āWhat? No- t-that's not what I meant,ā His eyes widened as he hurried to explain himself, āI just... I-I don't know. I don't want to mess this up,ā Stumbling his words over one another in his panic. The last thing he wanted was to start an argument on the very first day of vacation. For a brief moment, he wondered if tagging had been a mistake.
The thought barely had time to settle before the sound of your laughter broke through his anxious spiral.
You reached up and gently cupped his confused face.
āMikey... my dad already likes you.ā
āOf course he does, geezā¦ how many times do I have to tell you?ā you rolled your eyes, āBesides, if I love you, that's enough for him.ā
The tension visibly left Michaelās shoulders, looking at you with a shocked expression. Like yiu had just revealed your deepest darkest secret.
āhey, my parents wonāt be here for awhileā slowly you slipped off your tank top revealing your bare breast. Michaelās eyes instantly dropped to them before quickly averting his gaze. A red tint blooming across his face like it was the first time he had ever seen them. Which it wasnāt. Still he was always shy around this kind of stuff. Even the mere mention of it sent his face looking like a tomato.
āBut what if some catches us?ā The sound of yours shorts hitting the ground caused him to gulp. Suddenly the warmth of your body wrapped around his. Your fingers hooking the waistband of his shorts, toying with it by an occasional tug.
āRelaxā you could hear the way your boyfriendās heartbeat increased with each tug. You pouted, ādonāt you want to cool off with me?ā
He swallowed hard his boxers felt uncomfortable and tight. You really knew how to drive his body crazy with the simplest things. Now that he knew your dad didnāt hate his guts Michael didnāt want to ruin that by getting caught skinny dipping with his daughter. What parent wouldnāt be mad. On the other hand it was skinny dipping with you, his hot girlfriend. He may be shy but sometimes he was no better than a man. With a quiet sigh, the last of his resistance melted away. Besides, how could he ever say no when you looked at him like that? Wearing nothing but your lacy underwear.
Although he was still a little reluctant. It was hot and it wouldnāt hurt to cool off a bit.
āLast one in is a chicken!ā You shoved Michael back then sprinted off towards the end of the dock. It wasnāt hard but enough to make him stumble and give yourself a heads start.
āHey!ā Michael shouted, quickly regaining his footing. As he chased after you a trail of clothes was tossed behind him.
You glanced back and saw Michael was only an arm's length behind you. A small scream escaped your lips as you tried to run even faster. You hit the lake with a massive splash, sending water spraying into the air. He leaped in right behind you. The cool water swallowed you whole before you broke the surface again, attempting to catch your breath.
You smirked, āLooks like you're the chicken.ā
āWhatever I would have won if you didnāt cheatā Michael huffed. Pushing his wet coils out of his face.
āSounds like something a chicken would sayā You splashed water in his direction.
āCheater!ā He returned the action.
Soon the two of you were laughing, throwing handfuls of water at the other. Trying to dodge the splashes. Every time you thought you'd soaked him, he'd retaliate with an even bigger wave, leaving both of you wheezing harder than before. You kept going until your arms began to ache.
āOkay okayā¦,ā you said between breaths, holding up your hands to surrender, āEnough!ā
Before long, the golden glow of the sun disappeared behind the trees, leaving the lake bathed in the soft hues of dusk. The two of you laid side by side in a comfortable silence on the dock, still wearing nothing but your soaked underwear.
Michael kept his gaze fixed on the fading sky, doing his best not to stare at your boobs. Every now and then, though, his eyes wandered for a brief moment before he quickly looked away again, his cheeks warming with embarrassment. Now that he was out of the freezing water it was hard to ignore the uncomfortable tent in his boxers.
Lately, a thought had been lingering in the back of his mind. He wanted to ask if the two of you could take your relationship to the next level. Not as in marriage, but by becoming more intimate when the time felt right. The idea both excited and terrified him. You two have done stuff, it started off with dry humping, which later on lead to you both giving each other head but never anything so intimate. The only thing holding him back was the fear that he wouldn't be enough, that his inexperience and awkwardness would ruin the moment. Michael had always struggled with confidence, often overthinking every word and every move. Sometimes he wished he could silence the doubts in his head, stop second guessing himself, and simply be a man for once. Because thatās what you deserved.
āMikey itās getting cold.ā
Michael sat up watching as you tried to warm up your shivering body with just your hands. He stood up extending his hand down to you, ālets go inside.ā
Making their way towards the room, you and Michael had to stay in separate rooms per your parents request. Because in their own words they werenāt ātrying to becoming grandparents anytime soon.ā
āIām going to rinse off real quickā you kissed his cheek before leaving the room.
So now Michael was alone in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed. With nothing but his filthy thoughts and the most painful erection heās ever had. Ten minutes had gone by since you left.
Honestly heās surprised you havenāt said a single thing about it. Maybe you were just trying to ignore? Or maybe you hadnāt notice at all. The truth was you did notice it and you wanted nothing more than to rip his boxers off and have sex with him right there on that pier. But Michael didnāt need to know besides he had told you countless of times that he wasnāt ready and you respected that.
He bit his lip slowly slipping down his boxers. You could come back any second and catch him. How would you even react to something like that! Would you be disgusted, ashamed? or even worse would you break up with him. No matter how many times he tried distract himself with something else It didnāt help. His dick continued to throb painfully within its confinement.
Without a second thought, he dropped his boxers down to his ankles. Spitting on his hand before slowly stroking his oozing tip. His eyes immediately shut as he bit his lip. Attempting to silence any whines or moans that escaped because his dick was so sensitive after being hard practically all day. All he could think about was you laying naked beneath him. You were an absolute wreck as he pounded into you, moaning his name begging him to go harder. Michael whined the thoughts only getting more vivid from there. It was like he could actually feel you around his cock or what he imagined it would feel like because heās still a virgin in that sense.
Everything just felt so real, Michael continued to moan out your name as he felt himself near. He always came fast, something he was quite embarrassed of. Just before could release the sound of door creaked open.
āHey Mikey I was wondering if you want to playā¦ā
Something heavy hit the floor sending Michael into a full panic mode.
āO-oh!, this... uhā Michael's voice cracked as he frantically fumbled with his boxers, his trembling hands refusing to cooperate, āI-I... this isn't w-what it looks like!ā
His fingers slipped again and again, every failed attempt only making the silence feel heavier. It didnāt help you just stood there, mouth wide open, eyes glued to Michaelās dick. A wave of panic crashed over him before he finally gave up, desperately yanking a pillow into his lap to shield himself.
His face burned a deep, painful red. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, not even for a second. His eyes darted aimlessly around the room, searching for anywhere to focus that wasn't your expression. Every muscle in his body had gone stiff with humiliation.
āI...ā Instantly the words died in his throat.
The sting behind his eyes became impossible to ignore, tears threatening to spill despite how desperately he fought them back. His lips quivered as he attempted to keep himself together. But a small, broken sound escaped his lips, causing Michael to bury his face in his shaking hands. His shoulders trembled as though he were trying to make himself as small as possible, wishing the floor would open beneath him and spare him from the unbearable embarrassment. In that moment, disappearing felt easier than facing you. All he could think was how disgusted you were with him.
However you were far from it. Your heart ached at the sight. Next time youāll just knock instead of barging in.
The bed dipped with your weight, āMikeyā¦ā
Gently, you reached for his wrists and moved his hands away from his face. Your cool palms cupped his flushed cheeks, and he reluctantly looked up. His eyes were red and glossy with tears, his expression raw with pure shame. A little bit of snot hung from his nose.
You offered him a soft smile before pressing a gentle kiss to his damp cheek.
"I'm sorry," he whispered between uneven breaths.
"For what?" you asked softly, āMasturbating?"
Michael flinched at the word.
His gaze dropped, āYou don't think I'm some kind of pervert?ā
āOf course not, Mikey,ā a small laugh left you, brushing a tear from beneath his eye with your thumb. āHonestly, I'd be a little offended if you didn't fantasize about me.ā
His cheeks somehow grew even redder. Not know what he should be embarrassed about. The fact that you caught him or the fact that he thought you would judge him.
āSometimes I canāt help but touch myself to you,ā you admitted with an amused smile trailing a finger down his chest, he shuddered underneath your touch, āEspecially when you wear those tight pantsā¦ā
For a moment, Michael simply stared at you, blinking through the last of his tears. The suffocating knot of shame in his chest loosened just a little. Feeling the way your fingers tip trailed down his body until reaching the pillow.
āNow why donāt we take care of this.ā
You yanked the pillow from his lap. Causing Michael to gasp as the cool air his dick.
āIām so tired of pretending that I donāt need you Mikeyā straddling Michaelās lap you felt his cock twitch against your clothed ass.
Michael couldnāt help but gulp, āA-are yiu sure? W-weāre doing this now? I donāt have a condom and what about your p-parents thought they would be here any-ā
Michaelās rambling was cut short as you crashed your lips onto his. Hungrily kissing at him. Youāve never kissed so roughly before. So it was no surprise that Michael was a bit awkward. His hands shifting nervously to bed then to holding you then back to the bed.
āYou worry to muchā you broke from the kiss, ājust shut up for once and enjoy yourselfā¦ā
Watching as Michael urgently nodded his head. The sudden authority in your voice caused his tip to ooz in excitement. Watching as you stood up. Stripping yourself from your pajama bottoms. Your hands slowly undoing the buttons of your top in a teasing manner that had Michael watching tentatively as each and every single one popped open. Until you were naked. If the look on his face didnāt tell you how captured he was by your body the way his cock jerked in excitement would.
āAre you really sure?ā he whispered, voice barely steady.
You smiled softly, slowly grazing your hands on his thighs as you slid down to your knees, āMore than anything.ā
Michaelās gasped at feeling of your mouth wrapping around his cock. The sheer size of him never failed to amaze you. Attempting to take half of him causing you to gag. His eyes searched yours, wide and unsure, but something about the warmth coming from your mouth electrified him.
Michael sucked sharply through clenched teeth, his knuckled turning white from gripping the sheets with such force he thought he might tear them. You bobbed your head up and down with one hand pumping the remaining of his exposed cock as you occasionally swirled your tongue around the tip. starring at Michael you watched the way his face twitched in pleasure. The sound of your wet mouth filling his ears. The sight of it turned you on your pussy dripping in excitement at what was to come. You sneaked your fingers between your thighs. Slowly working at your aching clit in a circular motion. Your moans vibrating against his dick. Unintentional he bucked his hips up throwing his head back and biting his lips.
You pulled off with a pop leaving Michael unsatisfied. Once again he was so close.
āDonāt worry Mikeyā again you straddle his legs, aligning your wet cunt with his cock. Teasing the tip of it your folds, āthis will feel way better than my mouth.ā
Slowly you lowered your self on to him. Hissing at the way his cock stretched you out. Internally you cursed yourself for not prepping yourself but it was too late now. Your head dropped to Michaelās neck to muffle your moaning. It vibrated his neck sending shudders down his spine.
The way you felt, it was better than anything he could ever Imagine. You were so tight, sucking him right in that eh thought he would be stuck there forever. As you settled fully onto his lap, the heat between you both intensified. Michaelās hands found your waist again, gripping gently but firmly as if anchoring himself to this new sensation. His breaths came faster, mingling with yours in the small space between your bodies.Slowly, you began to move, your eyes locked in on each other with a look of desire.
āAre you okay Mikey?ā
āYeah...ā his voice barely above a whisper, āPlease... don't stop.ā
You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, as your bodies moved in ways that were both new yet natural. Every little moment sending him to a fit of whiny moans. His eye shut as he tried to contain himself, he felt like at any moment he could burst inside you. Putting an end to this new sensation. And that was the last thing he wanted to happen.
It was a slow process at first, your bodies learning each other's rhythms. You wanted to make sure Michael felt comfortable. Judging by the way he quietly whispered your name followed by āpleas- oh!ā¦ā you tell he had reach a state of pure bliss. Honestly you were nervous to go a little faster as you thought it might ruin the poor man. But your own desires grew stronger. The slow pace felt good but you craved more.
You raised yourself up, just enough that tip still remained inside.
āWait... p-pleaseā he whispered, his voice cracking as he reached for you with trembling hands, as if even the smallest distance between you felt unbearable. The look in his eyes desperate, silently pleading for you to not pull away.
A faint teasing smile played at your lips, your head titling slightly to the side, āPlease, what Mikey?ā you asked softly, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make his heart race, āI want to hear you say it.ā
For a moment, he couldn't meet your eyes, humiliation and vulnerability across his face. He swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as his hands clenched helplessly at his sides.
āP-please...ā he finally managed, the word barely more than a broken breath, āPlease... don't stop. I... I need you. Pleaseā¦ā
The last word escaped him in a fragile whisper, his eyes glistening with a raw, aching desperation that made it clear how badly he yearned for you. His breath caught in his throat as you slammed down onto him. You leaned in to kiss him silencing any noise that came from his mouth. Michaelās fingers gripped at your plush hips, his lips seeking yours, this time more confident. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to disappear as you remained wrapped in each other, violently riding Michael as he weakly bucked his hips up.
Once you pulled away, Michael gaze fell to your perky boobs. They bounced with each thrust in a memorizing way, like he could be hypnotized by them.
āDonāt be afraid, they donāt bite.ā
Hesitantly he cupped one of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hand before running his thumb over the fleshy bud. He looked up at you to make sure you okay. You shudder at the sensation,
āmmgh!, suck on it Mikey.ā
His mouth opened as he captured the other nipple into his mouth, your body arched into his touch.
āMikey!ā You threw your head back. Slamming yourself down harder. A familiar knot pooling inside your stomach. You could feel your orgasm nearing, everything felt overwhelmingly sensitive. Sending you into a mess of nonverbal moaning. Your nails digging into Michaelās shoulders as your legs trembled. It wasnāt long before your orgasm came crashing onto you. Forcing you to come to a halt, however it didnāt stop Michaelās cock pumping in and out of you. Although the pace wasnāt as intense before it was enough to over stimulate your senses.
āI-im going to comeā his thrust became much more sloppier.
āDonāt you dareā that warning left Michael whining. Not knowing how much longer he can withdrawal his orgasm. Quickly you got off and back onto your knees. Pumping Michaelās wet cock in your hand, it twitched with each stroke. Until finally his seeds exploded all over your face.
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a/n: writing longer stories has always been a challenge but I wanted to finish this as a way to say thank u for all the support. More drabbles should be out soon :)
