otw!michael jackson x f!reader
synopsis ★: You dont know what you and Micheal are yet.. (part 2 of SUNSHINE)
cw: fluff and heavy smut, first time, softdom!michael, praise kink, heavy kissing, oral sex, marking, porn with plot, unprotected sex creampie, overstimulation
authors note: i hope you enjoyy, not spell checked!!
Sleepovers at Hayvenhurst were usually completely normal.
You've been to their home everyday for years, even to sleepover. La Toya would call and invite you over, Janet would insist on staying awake all night listening to The Beatles on repeat, Rebbie would attempt to keep everyone under control and fail obviously, and by midnight the living room would be covered in blankets, magazines, empty bowls of popcorn and spilled soda and nail polish that Joe would definitely yell at you for later. It had always been that way.
Which was exactly why you had no idea why you were suddenly so nervous. Actually, you did know. It was Michael. A month ago, you would've been excited about the sleepover and nothing more. You would've thrown some clothes into a bag, grabbed a hairbrush and headed over without thinking. But Now? Now, you were standing in front of your bedroom mirror for the third time in fifteen minutes, staring at your hair, body and makeup. You frowned at your reflection, very upset. At the point of going into tears, you brush your hair again and change into your pajamas. It hugged tight against your frame, atleast one thing made you look good and didn’t seem ridiculous.
They were simple yet teasing. A soft ivory camisole with delicate lace trimming the neckline and matching shorts that sat comfortably against your hips. The silky material felt cool against your skin, light enough for a sleepover but cute enough that you'd spent far too long twirling in the mirror, again. Thinking about Michael's reaction makes you bit your nails nervously, until you snap out of it. You immediately rolled your eyes at yourself and grabbed your overnight bag.
Walking back into your bedroom, you remember the way your stomach had twisted when Michael followed you inside. The way he'd smiled at you. The way you'd been teasing him then and kissing him hungrily the next. Yet somehow things had only become more complicated since then. Not in a bad way, that you cant look each other the same. You couldn't last being apart. Since the kiss, which was a month ago, you and Michael had no choice but to finds chances to be alone together. When you were supposed to help Rebbie and Janet with fashion help, instead you sneaked off to his room, using the excuse of needing the toilet, and had a serious makeout because you hadn’t touched in hours.
However, during all this Michael has yet to ask you the big question. To be his. The two of you had simply carried on sneaking off without actually labelling each other, which was honestly a little annoying.
You loved Michael, its obvious. Painfully obvious and unless you were completely insane, Michael loved you too. Nobody would be so dependant on anothers love or sweetch touch, neither would they spend their nights when you weren't there to talk hours on the phone without actually liking you.
You sat down on the edge of your bed with your small overnight bag lay open beside you, packed with everything you needed, except a solution to your current boy issue. You fell backwards onto the mattress with a long groan, overthinking and defeated. What exactly were you supposed to call whatever the hell was happening between you and Michael?
Close friends? Hell no. Friends didn't sneak away from home to spend any time they could talking alone. Friends didn't kiss... Most friends didn't kiss. Right? You were just getting annoyed now. You bury your face into a pillow, then realise you were going to be late and run out the door. As you basically run down to reach their street you think, maybe he was your boyfriend? Was he really though? Because if Michael was your boyfriend, he had forgotten a very important step.
Actually asking you. That's it, your going to find out tonight.
You make it and walk down the street toward Hayvenhurst with your bag swinging on your shoulder, your mind looping back to the same moment over and over again no matter how much you try to push it away. When the house finally comes into view you stop for a brief second at the massive gate just to breathe properly before continuing, your hand tightening slightly around your bag strap as you push it open and walk up the path. You let yourself in without knocking like always, stepping straight into the echoing hallway where loud sounds immediately spill toward you from the living room, voices layered over each other in that familiar noisy way that tells you the girls are already mid-conversation about something completely silly. When you reach the doorway, all three of them turn at the same time, Janet the first to react with a grin as she leans forward slightly, “Finally, you’re here, you're always late."
La Toya glances at you like she is judging you but clearly isn’t serious about it, “We were literally about to start without you.” Rebbie just smiles softly from the sofa, “You alright, you look upset?”
You drop your bag by the side of the sofa and crouch down to start unfolding your sleeping bag, just giving your hands something to do while you settle into the space.
“Yeah I’m fine,” you say casually, too casually, before glancing around the room and adding, “Where’s Michael, then?” without really thinking about how obvious it sounds. Janet barely looks away from the TV when she answers, “Upstairs I think, probably reading that stupid storybook again.”
You hit her shoulder, "The storybook isn't stupid, leave him alone." She frowns and grumbles complaining, "Why are you asking anyway?" You ignored her and stuff your mouth with popcorn instead of answering and stare at the screen. You settle onto your sleeping bag as the movie finally gets chosen, the girls still debating until it lands on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which Janet accepts like she has won something anyway, and soon the room settles, everyone getting comfortable. You pull a blanket over your legs, grab some chips, and try to focus on the screen as the film starts, La Toya commenting quietly about something in the opening while Janet immediately reacts estatic about her favourite actress.
A few minutes later you take a handful of popcorn without thinking, distracted by the film but it turns out to be drier than expected and it catches in your throat almost instantly, forcing you to lean forward slightly as you cough into your hand, trying not to make it a big deal. “Damn, you okay?” Janet asks from the sofa, and you quickly wave her off, “Yeah I’m fine, just went down the wrong way,” before standing up with your drink already in mind, “I’m just gonna grab a coke, I’ll be back.” The living room noise fades behind you as you walk into the kitchen, the space quieter and the fridge humming softly as you open it and lean in to grab a drink, focusing on the cold bottle in your hand as you shut the door again. As you straighten up, you hear a voice from behind you. “Really?”
You turn slightly, immediately startled, and Michael is sitting on the counter like it is the most normal thing in the world, one leg bent, shoulders relaxed, watching you like he has been there longer than you realised. “Michael!” you say quickly, hand tightening around your drink, “You scared me.”
His eyes stay on you for a second before he answers, “You always say that,” like it is something he has heard too many times to be surprised by anymore. You huff quietly, still recovering, “Because you keep doing it,” before glancing down at your drink and then back up at him, suddenly way more aware of everything at once, including the fact he is just sitting there looking at you like that. “You’re enjoying the movie?” he asks after a minute. “It’s fine,” you reply, “I was choking on popcorn anyway, so I came to get a drink.” He lets out a slight laugh before he slides off and corners you against that same fridge. "What're you doing?" He wraps his hands around your hips and nuzzled into your neck, smelling your scent, making you clench your things. "God, you look so good, sunshine."
Michael lips start sucking on your neck causing you to moan softly as you feel his hardness against you, "Jesus, Mikey." He stops and looks at your face, and resting his hand on your cheek and you lean into it, then he pulls you into him and kisses you, hard. The warm sensation of you touching makes you pull him closer, you drop the can and it rolls across the marble floor with a bang. Not caring, your hands trace around his neck to his chest and you moan into it. His hands slither down to your lower back before making its way to your ass, squeezing it then holding your leg up. Footsteps disrupt your moment and you both pull back and look over.
Michael grumbles as you push him away, as Janet enters the kitchen looking for you.
"Where the hell have you been, you've missed like half the movie!" She asks staring between the both of you confused. Michael just smiles at you and gives you the dropped can then walks back upstairs, practically skipping. "Whats that about?" Janet asks again. "I dunno.." You smirk, walking back with her to go back to watching the film.
After Janet interrupted the two of you in the kitchen she practically herded you back into the living room. Janet remained just as invested in Breakfast at Tiffany's as she had been from the beginning, commenting on almost every scene whether anyone asked her to or not, while La Toya argued with half of her opinions simply because she enjoyed getting a reaction out of her. Rebbie occasionally tried to keep the conversation on track whenever it drifted too far away from the movie, though she usually ended up laughing along with everyone else before giving up entirely. You honestly tried to focus on the screen, you really did, but every few minutes your thoughts drifted somewhere else. One moment you would be following the story, and the next you would find yourself replaying the kitchen in your head for what felt like the hundredth time.
Eventually the film ended and nobody seemed particularly interested in finding something else to watch. The television was switched off, leaving only the warm glow of a lamp in the corner of the room, and the atmosphere becomes quieter. Rebbie was the first to begin drifting off, her responses becoming slower and less frequent until she eventually stopped answering altogether. La Toya lasted longer but not by much, her eyes growing heavier with every passing minute until she finally curled up beneath her blanket and gave in. Even Janet, despite her determination to stay awake until sunrise, eventually ran out of energy. Before long the room fell silent. You lay on your back staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft sound of everyone breathing around you while moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains and painted pale shapes across the floor. No matter how many times you closed your eyes, your thoughts always circled back to Michael. You found yourself wondering what he was doing upstairs. Whether he had fallen asleep already. Whether he had been thinking about the kitchen as much as you had.
Rolling onto your side, you glanced around the room. Janet was completely asleep, one arm hanging off the sofa. La Toya was buried so deeply beneath her blanket that only the top of her head was visible, while Rebbie had not moved in nearly an hour. The sight should have reassured you enough to settle down and go to sleep yourself.
You remained where you were for another ten minutes, trying to convince yourself that going upstairs would be ridiculous. Every sensible part of your brain reminded you that it was late, that you would see Michael in the morning anyway, and that there was absolutely no reason to wander through the house in the middle of the night looking for him.
You pushed your blanket aside and sat up, making sure nobody woke up, you stood and slipped quietly out of the living room, easing the door behind you until only a narrow gap remained. The house felt completely different at this hour. The laughter that had filled every room earlier was gone, replaced by a comfortable silence that wrapped itself around everything. Your footsteps sounded strangely loud as you crossed the hallway and reached the staircase, then turning to his bedroom door. "Mikey.. you up?" You call out.
The moment you heard his voice from the other side of the door, you turn the knob and enter. At least he was awake. If he had been asleep, you probably would have stood there staring at the door for a few seconds before awkwardly creeping back downstairs and pretending this entire idea had never happened.
Michael was sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book open in front of him, though from the way his attention immediately shifted toward you, it was obvious he had not been concentrating on it very much. For a second, neither of you said anything. You remained by the door with one hand still resting on the handle while he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as though he was trying to work out whether you were actually standing there or whether he had imagined it. Then a small smile appeared on his face, the kind that always seemed to arrive before he could stop it.
“I thought you'd be asleep by now.”
You quietly shut the door behind you before turning back towards him.
“I could say the exact same thing to you.”
Michael glanced down at the book in his lap and then back up at you. “I tried. It didn't work.” A laugh escaped you as you moved further into the room. “Glad to know I'm not the only one. The chair by his desk was closer, but for some reason sitting all the way over there felt strange, so after a moment's hesitation you perched yourself carefully on the edge of his bed instead. The mattress dipped slightly beneath your weight and neither of you acknowledged how close you suddenly were.
You found yourself staring down at your hands while absent-mindedly tracing a loose thread on the blanket beneath you, fully aware that Michael was watching you think. “You've got that look again,” he said quietly.
You glanced up. “What look?”
“The one where you're thinking so hard I can practically hear it.” Despite how you felt, you laughed. “I've just been thinking about something.” He smirks as he drags you over to him by the headboard, "The kiss, huh?"
You rolled your eyes, but the smile faded almost immediately as the question returned to the front of your mind. It had been bothering you for weeks now, lingering somewhere in the background every time the two of you were together, and suddenly the silence of his room felt like the perfect place to finally say it out loud. “Do you ever think about us?”
Michael pauses then looks at you confused. "Yes, all the time, why?" You sigh, "So, why haven't you asked me to be your girlfriend, yet? For a moment, he simply stared at you, his mouth opening slightly before closing again as though every response he came up with sounded wrong the second it reached his brain. It was almost impressive. Michael Jackson, the same person who could stand in front of thousands of people without blinking, yet one simple question had rendered him completely speechless. You watched the panic flicker across his face and immediately had to fight back a smile.
"Oh my God," you laughed quietly. "You really don't have an answer, do you?"
"I do have an answer." He laughs "Tell me then.."
He sighs shakily then speaks, "I've wanted to ask you for weeks, but never found the right moment. I thought it'll make this all more uncomfortable., especially when we have to sneak around to be together." You smile then grab the book he was reading and drop it on the floor. "Hey!" Michael protested. "Shush.." You straddle him and began kissing him while grinding simultaneously, creating a pooling heat between both of your areas.
He moans as the friction increases against his now hard-on. "God.." He hugs you around your waist kissing you. You whimper too, a growing need for him intensifying. "Ahh, Mike, I need you.." He looks at you, hands trace every curve. "But.." You hush him. "I know.. we'll learn together."
Climbing off him, you slide off you lace pajamas you spent so much time deciding to wear just for it to end of on the floor for your first time. Michael bites his lips trying to hold back, his eyes practically begging to touch you wherever. You slide off your underwear aswell, now fully naked in front of the boy you loved. He stands and touches you.
He whispers, "I wanna make you feel good, sunshine." As he kisses your neck down to your smooth body, leaving marks on your collarbone and breasts. Dragging him back to the bed, you straddle him again and he looks at you not knowing what to do. "You wanna make me feel good, huh?" He nods. "Then come do this for me, staring at his fingers then wet pussy, covered in slick.
He shivers, unable to move and overall shocked, not knowing where to start either. You took his right hand and lifted it. You placed his palm firmly against the damp slick covering your pussy. He gasps, a sharp, startled sound.
His fingers trembled against you.
“That’s for you,” you said, holding his wrist, “All night restless, that’s what the thought of you did to me.” Then you guided two of his long, elegant fingers inside of you. He was good with his hands; he had a rhythm like no other, skilled and precise.
He went perfectly still. His eyes widened, the dark pools swallowing the light from the nightlight.
He was still feeling the intimate, velvet clutch of your body.
“Ohh…,” he whimpered, the sound pulled from his soul.
“Curve your fingers for me baby..,” you breathed, your own composure fraying. “Like you’re reaching for my core.” He listens; a slow, deliberate flexion. The pad of his middle finger found a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. A low, throaty moan tore from you.
The sound shattered his last restraint. A deep, guttural groan echoed in his chest. He began to move his fingers, it wasn’t really with skill, just a frantic curiosity. In and out, curling, exploring. The tops of his fingers were softly pressing against your G-spot.
Then, you start pulling at his belt, pulling his pajama pants down, exposing his pulsing dick through his boxers. " w-wait, i'm-" before he can finish you grab his cock with your hands, teasing him with your entrance.
You push his cock all the way inside you. making both you and him moan. your walls clench desperately around his thick cock. he was filling you just right, hitting just the right spot deep inside you. he's whimpering as the sensation is too good, he's never felt anything this pleasuring. his hips are thrusting by themselves.
You thrust hard, making him moan like a girl. his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. "fuck michael...you're so big, baby" then you start thrusting in sync, softly.
michael was a mess. the pleasure had completely overwhelmed him by now, making him forget all about being shy. he was moaning, whimpering, trembling, all of it - completely unable to keep himself under control.
"Baby, im gonna- again-" he cries out. that was fast, you think to yourself. suddenly you stop thrusting. a desperate sound escaped him immediately. his hips instinctively lifted, chasing the sensation he'd just lost. "w-wait why did you-" not even letting him finish, you start thrusting again, the rest of his sentence dissolved into another moan. you keep on thrusting. as michaels breathing hard and moaning, though he's trying to hold his voice back . his hands found your hips again, holding on tightly. Eventually, you have to cover his mouth with your hands himself beforeyou both get caught.
"Sunshine, im gonna cu-" he tries to say with the most desperate voice you've heard tonight. you stopped again. a drawn-out whine left him. "please.." he breathed, "please, don't stop. please." he looks like he's just about to sob with how much he wanted it, his body reacting on its own as he struggled to stay still.
then, with one particularly hard thrust, it hit you. your entire body shook. a wave of pleasure crashed through you so suddenly that it stole the breath from your lungs. every muscle tensed as your body spasmed uncontrollably.
the sensation seemed to push michael over the edge too. the moment he felt your reaction, he completely lost what little self control he had left. a desperate whimper escaped, as he followed right after you. you feel his cock pulse as he cums inside you.
Neither of you could do anything except cling to each other while the aftershocks rolled through your bodies. both of you were trembling. shaking. trying to process the intensity of what had just happened. Michael looked completely overwhelmed. his face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and he still looked like he couldn't quite believe any of this had actually happened.
"Will you be my girlfriend..?"
"Are you serious, Michael?.."
He looks at you pleading, making your heart flutter slightly.
"Yes, yes of course i will, mikey." You kiss.
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