imagine ˋ°•*⁀➷ 18+ mdni a bed rocking and slamming into a wall as the sound sound of sex plays in the background of in the closet wasn’t just some lewd sound design— michael had the idea to record y’all fucking (something he would come back to and watch while he was away on tour) but then he thought that you just sounded so good, he had to put it somewhere in a song
when he first played you the finished track, you were so embarrassed— and a little bit pleased. you were greedy when it came to him, and now the whole world knew you belong to each other (and that you had a habit of breaking furniture when it came to him running you through a mattress)
i got this idea because of the guns n’ roses song rocket queen (which has actual audio from the front man and his drummer’s gf fucking)
I have a fanfic request tho. So imagine reader lets Michael “practice” on how to go down on a girl and one thing leads to another…
Idk how to write it out but I basically just want a smut 😭😭 anyways thank you!!
t/w: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, creampie, squirting, inexperienced michael (between off the wall/thriller era) i fear i always have to add plot to the p!rn sorry
wc: 4k
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You kept catching him looking at you.
Michael’s eyes would flick away quickly, acting like nothing was amiss. Which, technically, nothing was. The two of you were sitting on the floor leaning against his bed while watching a movie, a typical Sunday night in the Jackson household when things got calm for a rare moment.
You had thought he sounded a little off when he had called you to come over, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what.
Nervous didn’t really feel like the right word. Perhaps because you couldn’t think of a single reason why he would be. That very small and delusional voice in the back of your head whispered he was going to confess his feelings for you— but that would be insane.
The two of you had been friends for a while now after getting introduced to each other by a few mutual people and you had clicked.
It was easy, being around him. He probably had the same sentiments considering he still called you to hang out whenever he got a moment of down time.
When you caught him looking at you again, you decided to bite the bullet and nudge his knee with yours.
“You okay?”
“What? Yeah, fine.” He rushed. A little too quickly, in your opinion.
Your eyes narrowed. “Michael.”
His eyes slated to look at you for a moment, attempting to keep up the facade, but something in your expression made him cave.
With a sigh, he lowered the volume on the movie and turned toward you, suddenly beat red in the face and your mind was running a million miles an hour.
“I have a question,” he slowly started. Wringing his hands in his lap and suddenly not looking at you at all even though earlier he couldn’t seem to help himself.
Your eyes flicked over him, trying to get a read on what could possibly be going on but you came up blank. “Okay.”
“I…” Michael blew some air out of his mouth and suddenly laughed while looking at the ceiling. “God, this is crazy. Okay, so I, I uh… I need help with something.”
Your brows furrowed. “Okay?”
“It’s complicated and probably crossing some sort of line… and it’s also completely okay if you say no. I just want you to know first that this is in no way me trying to take advantage or trying to ruin anything. And I want you to know that I’m asking because I trust you and feel safe with you and I feel like you also feel the same way. I mean, I hope you do.” You could tell he just wanted to spit it out but looked as though he would vomit if he tried to before he was ready.
Leaning over to grab his hands, half in comfort and half to get him to stop twisting his fingers around, you gave his hands a supportive squeeze. “I do. And whatever you need help with, just know there is no judgement.”
He raised a brow at you, unsure. “None?”
“None whatsoever.”
Michael didn’t seem convinced so you held up your hand, “pinky promise.”
That got him to laugh a little bit, just a small amount of tension easing out of his shoulders as he locked pinkies with you to seal the deal.
He then let out a slow breath, eyes dancing back up to the ceiling as if in a silent prayer before he looked back at you. When his teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a moment you couldn’t help but look.
“I need to know how to go down a girl.”
You blinked.
“Pardon?”
He then covered his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed. “I knew I shouldn't have—“
“No, no, it’s just I wasn’t… I don’t know what I was expecting.” You pulled his hands from his face, your own cheeks their own deep shade of red. “It’s just, I mean— why me? What do you need to know? Do you want a bullet point list or a diagram—“
“I tried all that.”
“On a girl?” It slipped out before you thought better of it. Your envious curiosity being your downfall. You had absolutely no desire to hear about other girls he might’ve been with.
“No, the lists and diagrams, they just didn’t seem informative enough.” He said it slowly and wasn’t looking at you again.
It took an embarrassingly long moment for you to realize to what scale he was asking you to help him.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
You hummed, leaning back on your palms as your mind and heart tried to get each other to calm down. “I see.”
Seconds ticked by. All you could hear was your heartbeat and Michael started going a little blurry at the edges of your vision as flashes of dreams you’ve had flicked through your mind.
Dreams one definitely should not have about their friend.
“So?”
You crossed your legs, wishing for those things in your head to go away but then panic started bubbling up in your chest. “I mean… yes? Sure, but do you mean now?”
“No no no, there’s not really a timeline. Whenever you’re ready and comfortable. Are you positive this is okay?”
More than okay, actually. “Of course, just… helping a friend out.”
He laughed as he looked down, “right.”
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Well, fuck.
As soon as he shut the car door for you and it disappeared down the driveway, he felt like he could finally breathe again.
He felt like he had been on the brink of passing out the last two hours.
In all honesty, he was surprised he had even gotten the words out.
The idea had popped into his head a while ago, something he was ashamed but also intrigued by. He just heard things, stuff around him being discussed that piqued his interest. And then someone would ask him about his experience and he’d draw up a blank.
Even though he’s only in his twenties and lived a life worth a thousand lifetimes— he still fell short on some experiences. Mostly interpersonal or intimate.
There was also that little chirp in his head that said gaining more experience in that area would improve his song writing.
Always a working man, apparently.
And like Michael said, he had tried other avenues. Buying sex education books, published articles, magazines… but it was all too structured. Inorganic. Academic and cold.
He wanted more of a human touch, but given who he was it couldn’t just be anyone. And late one night, staring up at the ceiling as moonlight danced across his room, he thought of you.
He immediately felt ashamed about it. You were his friend, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. Although yes, he has admittedly found you attractive, he said he’d never go there.
But once his mind found a little footing on an idea, he couldn’t drop it.
Then the dreams started and that became a whole other hell.
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Six days had passed.
Six days of feeling like you weren’t able to breathe.
You didn’t want to admit the amount of money you dropped on getting ready for this.
For Michael Jackson to eat you out.
God, you were going to faint.
You’d been waxed, showered, body oils, your nails done, a new pair of lace panties, the whole package really. Part of you felt like it was all over kill but it was Michael fucking Jackson.
You wanted it, you, to be perfect.
And although he was the biggest star in the world, you didn’t want him to feel intimidated. Intimacy was a new field entirely and he seemed anxious enough asking you.
So you stuck with an outfit that was simple but still a little spiced up. A cute skirt and a nice top that made the girls look nice. Your hair was done up in a messy sort of up do— he had complimented it when it was like this a few weeks ago.
And to top it all off a pair of heels.
He had called you the day before, telling you to knock on the door of the studio when you got there, not wanting his family to come snooping.
So you stilled your breath, heels clicking on the ground as you neared the door.
“I can do this.”
And you knocked.
Mere heartbeats passed before you heard the lock click and the door opened.
You smiled, trying not to come off as shy as you felt when your eyes met his.
“Hi, Michael.”
He seemed slightly taken off guard, clearing his throat after a moment. “Hey.”
You felt like you were in high school all over again.
“So, where are we doing this?” You cringed at your wording.
“Right.” He was blushing again as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. “Follow me.”
Michael sneaking you through his house provided enough of an entertaining distraction to let you relax a bit. You were just helping him out. There were no stakes. No strings. Even if you wanted there to be.
The door to his room shut softly behind him and you watched in amusement as he slowly and quietly turned the lock.
“Hopefully it’s late enough so no one will bother us.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, maybe just put on some music.”
“Right, good idea.”
He looked adorable as his eyes briefly flicked to yours before looking away as he began to shuffle though his records.
“You look beautiful, by the way.”
You were going to melt through the floor. “Thank you.”
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He watched you, quite intently, as you sat on the edge of his bed. Back straight and hands placed neatly in your lap.
You looked like an angel.
Your eyes were on his before flicking down briefly, messing with a bracelet you had on. “So, what do you already know? Just so I have an idea.”
He felt heat pool into his cheeks, briefly glancing at the ceiling before clearing his throat. He felt more nervous now than he did performing in front of thousands of people.
“Basics, I suppose. With oral sex for women, I’m mainly supposed to focus on the… the uh, y’know.” God, he felt aware of all of his bones. If he couldn’t even say it, how was he supposed to do it. To you.
You smiled at him, though not in any teasing way to make him retreat. “It’s funny, with stuff like this. Doing it is usually less intimidating than talking about it.”
Michael nodded, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he rolled a question around in his mind. One he couldn’t help but be curious about while also dreading to hear your answer.
But he couldn’t help it.
“Have you done this before?”
You blinked at him.
“You don’t have to answer that, I was just curious—“
“A few times. I mean, I wasn’t showing someone how to do it, like now. And they were alright, it helped me find out what I like, which is what I’ll tell you.”
Michael nodded. A little annoyed that other people had had the privilege but he decided not to dwell on the fact for now or come to terms for what that meant for him.
Your nails tapped a rhythm into your leg. “So, whenever you’re ready—“
“Can we play a game first? Just to, y’know, calm the nerves?”
Twenty minutes later the two of you were tangled up on a Twister mat. Laughing as one had to stretch uncomfortably and almost fall over.
The momentary distraction did help ease his nerves but it definitely made something else more apparent.
Your skirt was incredibly short.
You barely had to bend over for him to start seeing the subtle curve of your ass cheek meet your thigh. That sight alone was inticing… and then he saw the lace of your underwear.
Fuck me, was a statement that had been running through his mind. He tried not to look, really he did. But the thin lace was right there and not leaving much to the imagination, and then he’d remember what exactly you were here for.
Michael knew his composure was steadily unraveling and when you bent over again for your turn he cleared his throat.
“I think I’m ready.”
You stood up, brows raised slightly in surprise at his sudden statement, rouge bleeding into your cheeks.
“Okay, come here.”
And then your fingers laced with his as you walked back to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and he was about to join you but you stopped him with your fingers hooked into his belt loops.
He looked down at you, that sight alone— that low voice in the back of his head wondering how lovely you’d look with his cock in your mouth right now…
What had gotten into him?
“Kneel.”
One word. That’s all it took, and he did as told.
Lowering to his knees in front of you, eyes on yours because he suddenly discovered he couldn’t— didn’t want to look anywhere else.
You held his gaze and you took his hands, bringing them to your knees. He got the hint, gently spreading them wider so he could slot between them easily.
Then you were laying down, his own eyes flicking lower and he could see the lace.
Really, your skirt was a pathetic excuse for a piece of sufficient clothing. Not that he minded given the circumstances.
Then his hands were dancing up, fingers dragging along your thighs and watching as goosebumps followed in the wake of his touch.
He was pushing your skirt up around your waist and when he finally got to see your underwear entirely he felt his heart skip a beat.
The bow at the top was adorable.
And you were right there… legs spread and only a thin piece of cloth hiding you away.
“Should I—“ he cleared his throat, given the words came out more hoarse than he intended. “Should I take these off?” His fingers looped on the string but you grabbed his wrist.
“Not yet.” Then you dragged his hand over, right above you and he could feel the heat rolling off you in waves. “The build up is just as important.”
He nodded, taking mental notes while he was still able to focus.
“Like you said, main point to focus on is here.”
His index and middle finger gently pressed down and he saw the muscles in your thighs twitch.
Noted.
Your breath came out a little heavier. “And if you slide down, just there, that’s the entrance. You can tease that through the lace as well.”
His fingers slid down to where you said, feeling the fabric cave in a little bit but that’s not what made him suck in a breath.
You were wet.
The lace already damp with your arousal, for him, and Michael felt the room start to tip slightly. His self restraint starting to lose its balance.
“You can choose to do it with your hands, but given what you— oh.”
He wasn’t thinking straight, or at all, lowering himself with little hesitation and his mouth latched onto your clit through your underwear.
A sound started to slip past your lips but you bit it back when he applied a rolling pressure with his tongue.
He wanted to hear it again.
His ears were ringing but he followed your instructions. Each one coming out in a more labored breath. His hands gripping onto the soft flesh of your thighs as he worked, focused, intent on hearing the way you tried to bite back whimpers.
And then he slid down, tongue teasing the entrance of your pussy as his nose brushed against your clit and you moaned.
It felt like he was hearing the trumpets of heaven and you tasted clean. Erotic. He didn’t know how else to describe it, but you were so fucking wet. Both from your own arousal and his saliva, that the lace was sticking to you like a second skin and he could almost see you. Almost.
And finally finally you told him to move your underwear to the side and when his eyes finally landed on your pussy he groaned before diving back in. Tongue tracing from your clit to your to your cunt and you tasted better than anything he had ever imagined.
Your back arched off the bed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to hold back a shout.
“I wanna hear you,” he muttered, feeling hazy as his tongue flattened over your clit and his cock was so hard that it hurt.
You cried out, trying to muffle the sound with your hand and he almost missed the way you said his name.
He wanted to hear his name like that from your mouth for the rest of his life.
As if he were starving, his fingers dug into your thighs as he dragged his tongue down and started to fuck you with his tongue and lips and teeth. Being driven even further towards the brink of insanity every time you said more or right there.
Your hands twined into his hair, hips rolling up to meet his mouth and he was determined to make you come. To do it just right.
The thought of you making a mess all over his mouth made his cock twitch in his pants and he was half worried he’d finish right then and there like he was a teenager.
His eyes then flicked up, eyes catching yours and then you flat out moaned his name, the sound coming from your soul it seemed and he felt something in him snap.
Michael didn’t even realize what he was doing, two fingers dragging over your pussy before they slid inside, curving them to your body and you were so soft and fucking warm.
Then his fingers pressed against something textured and you would’ve flown off the bed if he hadn’t secured an arm over your hips.
The sounds in the room dancing just below the volume of the music were lewd. Sinful. Your body being contorted in pleasure as you grinded against his face.
All he could sense was you.
Then your muscles tensed, your head rolling back and God the way his name dripped off your tongue.
“Michael, I’m— I’m…”
And then you came, your pussy tightening in a pulse around his fingers and he could feel your heartbeat on his tongue.
He was lost. Completely.
Not being able to stop himself even as your legs tightened around his head. Not even as you cried it’s too much.
He wanted more like a man who had stumbled across paradise after wandering in the desert for too long.
Just too fucking thirsty.
“Michael.”
Then his lips and chin were suddenly very, very wet.
He blinked as he pulled back, meeting your wide eyes. Watching as your gaze flicked down the wetness covering the lower half of his face and you sucked in a breath.
His mind was short circuiting.
He’d read about when a woman does that, though not super often and Michael hadn’t even let it occur to mind that he could make someone do that.
Make you do that.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I could—“
He felt like his common sense had taken a seat in the back of his mind because next thing he knew he was pushing you back onto the bed, crawling over you and lips crashing into yours. Hips rolling with a mind of their own and that first sensation of warmth and pressure against his cock even through his slacks made him shiver.
It was messy and wonderful. Teeth hitting against each other and tongues sliding in their own dance.
Your hands fumbled with his zipper and then—
“Fuck,” Michael’s face fell into the crook of your neck when he felt your hand wrap around him.
Your hand dragged up along the shaft, thumb swiping against his tip that had been leaking pre-come for who knew how long and he shuddered against you, hips seeking out more as he thrusted into your hand.
He was in such a lust induced haze he felt like the world wasn’t even real anymore. Just you and him and the edge heaven at the tips of his fingers.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly.
Michael was desperate. His hips rolling in search of more and he accidentally slid the tip of his cock right up along your pussy. Gathering wetness and you were just so fucking warm— he wasn’t thinking. Honestly, he wasn’t.
His mouth met yours again and then his hips lowered, cock sliding in instead of up and he felt whatever willpower he had break.
You felt so fucking good and then you moaned and before the next breath he was in all the way to tne hilt.
His heavy lidded eyes met your own and when he slowly dragged out, watching in fascination as your pupils expanded into pools of ink with your mouth dropped open… who was he to put a stop to this?
So he thrusted back in. Back out. Slow and deliberate and so fucking wonderful.
“You feel like heaven,” his words came out broken, his own moan fracturing his speech.
His name left your lips in a cry, your legs wrapped around his hips and deeper he went. He wanted to go deeper in ways that weren’t physically possible and his eyes flicked down. Seeing the way your pussy took him so well and he didn’t even feel human right now.
Michael’s thrust became harder and his pace quickened into something more erratic and wild, mouth on yours, sloppy and wet and when he felt you tighten around him as you came again he tipped right over the edge with you.
Seeing stars behind his eyes as he came and he couldn’t stop. Something in his soul begging him to keep going. Making sure he got all of it inside of you, not a drop wasted because it really would’ve been such a fucking waste.
After what felt like a daydream finally concluding, Michael collapsed on top of you. Breathing heavy and his heartbeat so loud he felt like he was underwater.
Your arms were still wrapped around him as he settled between your thighs and against your chest, trying to catch your breath.
Your bodies were covered in sweat that made the air a bit cool against the skin and when he shivered, both from the temperature and his body coming down from the shock of pleasure, did it dawn on Michael of what exactly he just did.
God forgive me.
Slowly, he raised himself up on his arms, not being able to help himself as he watched his cock pull out, both of your releases covering him and seeping out of you. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen but it wasn’t enough to overshadow the reality of what he’d just done.
“I didn’t mean to—“
“Michael, that was…” you blinked up at the ceiling. Looking fucked out and like an angel in his bed sheets. “Wow.”
He blushed, despite what he just did to you. Michael didn’t regret it, that he was sure of. In fact, he knew he wanted to do it again.
“I think I still need some more practice.” He muttered, leaning down to catch your lips with his and you hummed.
“Agreed. Same time next Sunday?”
He shook his head as he pulled back, teeth catching onto your bottom lip. “I was thinking tomorrow.”
