contents: making out, like two curse words, slightly frisky🫣, marlon interaction bc i love him, readers race isn't explicitly stated but it's implied that she's quincy jones’s daughter so do with that what you will
wc: 647
a/n: first time writing for mj so don’t judge if this is straight ass
request guidelines. masterlist.
Los Angeles, California - 1977.
The sun poured its warm golden rays over you and Michael from the rooftop, casting long shadows on the ground. The noise of the city hummed below, with cars honking ever so often as they navigated the bustling streets. The air was filled with the distant sounds of music drifting up from nearby cafes and street performers.
“Mikey- C’mon, we gotta go.” You tried to reason with your boyfriend, but his hands stayed planted firmly on your hips as he peppered kisses across your face.
“Five more minutes, baby.”
“Michael.”
“Hm?” he hummed innocently, placing another peck to your lips, which you couldn't help but return.
“You’re making this so damn difficult.” you groaned, but gave in anyway. You let Michael take your hand in his, gently kissing your knuckles while he held your gaze.
“Y’know,” Michael began, his dark brown eyes softening.
“Sometime I’m gonna take you out, on an actual date. somewhere real fancy. no more hidin’ from everybody, yeah?” you nodded, a gentle smile on your lips that he mirrored.
“Is that before or after my father kills you for sneakin’ around with his daughter all this time?” you teased, which the boy only smiled at.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” you laughed, leaning back in to kiss him, which he eagerly returned.
You lost yourself in the moment, the warmth of Michael's hands trailing your waist, his mouth moving against yours with urgency. Michael tilted his head to further deepen the kiss with passion that you gladly mirrored. A soft sound escapes your lips, which only egged him on as his slender hands drifted to the small of your back, pulling you close enough that your hips harshly knocked into his.
Michael pulled away from your lips, moving down to press kisses along your jawline and the curve of your neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling shaky breaths as you rested your hands at the nape of his neck, urging him closer.
“Michael…” you murmured unintentionally, and you could feel him smile against your collarbone while he continued to plant open-mouth kisses that would definitely leave marks later. Michael’s hands slid down to your thighs, —the familiar warmth of his skin on yours was a feeling that you would never take for granted. Gripping your plush skin firmly, he pressed you against the wall, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso.
You almost didn’t notice the sound of the rooftop access door swinging open, and the voices of multiple boys overlapping.
“He’s gotta be up here, man.”
“Yeah, Randy, you’ve only said it about twenty times.”
“Man, shut up!”
“Michael! You up here!?”
You and Michael jumped apart like you’d been burned, red-faced and breathless. You slapped a hand over your mouth, and he made a shushing gesture with his finger. You ducked around the corner of the bulkhead as Michael smoothed his collar quickly, stepping out from the shadows of the concrete structure to meet his brothers.
“What’s goin’ on, guys?”
Despite the situation, you almost laughed at how unnatural the boy sounded.
“Mike! Where you been, man? We’ve been runnin’ around looking for you for ten minutes!”
“C’mon, Mike. Q’s already pissed off ‘cause he can’t find his daughter nowhere either.”
You heard him sheepishly chuckle, muttering a small ‘sorry’, then the sound of Michael's footsteps retreating, along with his brothers’.
To see if the coast was finally clear, you peeked out from behind the bulkhead, only to meet the eyes of the boy you recognized as Michael's older brother, Marlon, who looked straight at you with a knowing smirk on his lips. You could’ve sworn your heart dropped to your ass.
“Marlon, come on, man!” someone shouted, causing his head to whip to the side.
“Coming!” he looked back at you, making a ‘zip’ motion across his lips before darting off.
PART TWO ▐ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨. you show michael just how devoted you are to him in the most effective way possible. wc: 2706 ▐ possible age gap (not mentioned), bad!era mj imagined, rough blowjob // facefucking, ball sucking, coming untouched, dirty talk, needy!reader and equally needy!michael. cheating. +18 only.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 under your knees, digging in so hard you swore you could feel the bruises already forming on your sensitive skin.
But that wasn't what consumed your mind, no — it was the impressive cock bobbing in front of your face with dark, brown lipstick marks adorning it, marked by no one else but you.
Michael was standing above you, his face confronted in both pleasure and impatience, hands gripping the sink so hard you thought he might break it if he squeezed a little bit harder. His breathing was fast, shallow, as your lips travelled lower, lower, smudging your lipstick all over his thighs, biting on the skin as the need of claiming him as yours consumed your body.
Your eyes were wide and glossy, mouth watering at the mere thought of feeling that familiar weight of his cock on your tongue. You moaned into his skin, tongue darting out to wet your lips before you pressed a teasing kiss on his balls, tongue darting out to trace over the sensitive skin over there.
"See what happens if you keep teasing me like that, girl," Michael half-whispered, half-moaned as you sucked, hard, with that playful glint in your eyes that screamed trouble.
Michael swore he never saw anything more beautiful and desirable in his life: your sinful mouth, messy, with lipstick smeared all over it, now full of his left testicle, sucking and licking it as if to prove a point. Your glimmering eyes, half-lidded as you stared right back at him, moving to his other ball, grazing your teeth over it so softly it almost melted his heart. Almost.
"Maybe I like playing with fire, Mr. Jackson."
And you meant it.
One of his hands left the sink it was gripping oh so desperately and moved over to your face, thumb grazing it in an almost loving manner, tracing the outline of your hollowed out cheek. You hummed, feeling wetness spread across your cheeky panties at the sudden intimacy of Michael's touch.
"Yeah?" He whispered, his voice soft like butter but firm and sharp at the same time. His fingers moved over to tuck a strand of your silky hair behind your ear, just to tangle in it seconds later, making your mouth leave his sack with a wet pop!. Michael made you look at him — really look at him, holding you in place with his strong hand in your hair, pulling so hard it made you wince in pain.
You welcomed it anyways.
"Watch out not to get burned, then," He hissed lowly, biting his lip as you opened your mouth, wide, tongue rolling out as if to tease him even more.
And he couldn't take it no more.
With a grunt of effort and barely-contained self control, he guided your mouth higher, higher, until it was on the level with his dripping, twitching cock.
You wet your lips with anticipation as the manly smell of Michael's cologne filled the space around you, wrapping around you like a warm coat on a cold night.
"You want it in your mouth so bad, don't ya baby?" He didn't ask. He already knew.
You nodded, a barely contained expression of arousal spreading across your angelic face.
Michael's gaze hardened as he tugged on your hair, hard, causing the very tip of his lengthy cock to push into your mouth.
No matter how many times you did this, you could never get used to the stretch his cock provided you every single time. You whimpered, so softly you hoped Michael wouldn't hear, as the familiar taste of his pre-cum filled your mouth — your tongue already rubbing against the sensitive point on the underside of his dick with the type of hunger that came from a girl that couldn't fully have what she truly wanted.
"Good girl, just like that — you know how to make me happy, don't ya, little one?" He whispered, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to suppress the moan that rumbled in the back of his throat. You nodded the best you could, blinking softly, one of your hands moving up from its position on Michael's thigh to wrap around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him in the rhythm of your mouth moving.
You slowly coated him in your saliva, not once breaking eye contact as you took him a little deeper; another inch in your greedy mouth, moaning like a bitch in heat as the hand in your hair tightened. Michael threw his head back, pushing the hand wrapped around him away with a sharp inhale.
"Take all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you can, baby," He whispered, forcing your head further, further, until his length hit the back of your throat.
Your hands clawed on his thighs, begging for mercy, eyes wide and scared as you tried to shake your head; trying to pull away from the pain he caused, sharp and unrelenting force on your throat. You took deep breaths into your nose, whole body twitching as Michael kept you there, not letting you pull away as you gagged, saliva dripping down onto your expensive dress, down onto the even more expensive marble floor.
"Just like that, oh—" Michael whined, then, eyes rolling back, ignorant to the lack of oxygen in your lungs, to the tears running down your face, eyes wide and pleading.
You tried to convince yourself that you didn't like it, even when you were gushing in your small panties, moaning around his cock, tongue moving around the length of him to coax more of those sexy sounds out of his mouth.
And so your mouth relaxed, your throat opened for him, granting Michael all the permission he needed to take even more from you.
Instead of fighting it, you began to bob your head, encouraged by the hand in your hair that guided you as you moved further down until the coarse hairs below his navel tickled your nose. You slowly came back up, swallowing the pain in your throat as your tongue traced the veins adorning Michael's cock, heavy as ever, reddened and covered in vitiligo spots that, in your eyes, made him even more beautiful.
"So good, baby, just like that. That's the only thing you're good for, right? On your knees for me, rubbing your thighs together to soothe that ache, because sucking me off turns you on so much?"
You nodded, desperate, feeling the stickiness on your thighs that did nothing but confirm his mean words.
The man moaned above you, loud and unashamed, his hips thrusting out to rub his cock all over your face. The smirk that played on his lips was anything but kind, his bottom lip permanently stuck between his teeth as he took you in; your face painted by the mixture of your own saliva and the pre-cum relentlessly leaking out of Michael's slit.
"Just wanna make you feel good, Mike, I—" You swallowed hard, nails digging into his thighs so deep you thought you'd surely leave marks. "Let me take you. All of you. Use me however you please, I need to feel you, baby—"
You were rambling, desperate, until you felt a hard tug on the back of your head. The sharp, sudden pain coaxed a whimper out of you, as Michael's other hand tapped your cheek once, twice, thumb rubbing softly against your lower lip.
"Then take me," He mumbled, leading your mouth back to him, forcing your head down until all of his length was buried deep in your mouth, his hips bucking in an attempt to push even deeper into your throat. You willingly let him, swirling your tongue around the cock occupying your mouth, not caring about the absolute mess you've become. He kept your head in place with a firm hand, then began thrusting into your mouth with barely contained, pent up frustration and anger.
Frustration that he couldn't have all of you. Anger that you could never truly be his, and he couldn't be yours.
He groaned above you, every single thrust harder than the last, making you gag and tears run down your swollen cheeks. You did the best you could to keep up with the pace he set: your tongue twirled and twirled, your lips stayed wide open, your eyes stayed locked on Michael's even as his head dropped between his shoulders due to the immense pleasure. You pulled him closer with your sharp, red nails digging into his thighs, keeping him in your throat for as long as you could handle, moaning and whimpering to stimulate his twitching cock further.
And it definitely worked, oh, it worked so well. Michael's hips pushed further into your face, cock bulging in your throat until all you could smell, feel and see was him. Your nose was pressed firm against his pubic bone as he humped your face, lost in the pleasure that only your warm mouth could provide.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good, so warm, so tight—" He whimpered lowly, glossy eyes locking onto yours as his hips began to move again, cock pistoning in and out of your mouth, "Nothing could ever compare to that dirty mouth of yours. Oh, I'm gonna cum, baby, you feel so good—"
He's moaning again: those prolonged, melodic sounds leaving his mouth that make your eyes roll back into your head, whimpering as if to encourage him to paint your throat white.
Michael's knuckles turn white with the force that he's applying in holding your head in place. The hand on your face moves around, wiping the tears from underneath your eyes, smearing your black mascara everywhere in the process. You look so erotic like this: completely and utterly ruined by him, eyes glazed with the desire buzzing deep in your stomach, fluttering as his dark ones stare deep into yours.
He feels it in his toes first. Then the warm, funny feeling spreads all across his body, the pressure building in his stomach almost unbearable as you swallow around him the best you can, and oh, he can feel it coming—
He doesn't ask where you want it. You've been around long enough for him to know exactly what your response would be.
With a prolonged moan, he pulls you close, hips flush with your tear-covered face as his cock twitches in your mouth for the first time. Little bubbles of saliva pool around the base of his cock — and the sight? The sight is Michael's undoing. Rope after rope of his sweet, thick cum fill your mouth, sliding down your throat and right into your tummy.
The loud, melodic sounds Michael made were your undoing. His voice is a broken whimper as he speaks to you, "Please, please, please, oh, you're such a good girl. Drinking my cum like it's the only thing you need, oh, yes, take it all, good fucking girl".
He sounded so submissive. His voice was so small, even though he's standing above you, practically choking you with his thick cock, looking deep into your eyes as his face twists with unimaginable pleasure that's surging across his whole body. He gave your mouth a few more, weak thrusts, just in time for the tension between your legs to snap.
You moaned — loud, unashamed, shaking on the marble floor as your thighs rubbed together wildly. The knot in your stomach snapped with the final press of your thighs, wetness leaking from your panties onto the floor as you cum so hard your vision blurs for a moment.
Michael stilled, breathing heavily, looking at you with a gaze that's both surprised and full of quiet admiration. He watches you shake on the floor, mouth still full of his cock, mascara dried down on your flushed face, and it's both pathetic but also admirable in a way.
He smiles, then, as one last weak rope of his cum fills your warm mouth, just as your body grows weak and you slump on the floor, exhausted and embarrassed.
"Did you just come in your panties like a little whore?"
He doesn't mean the words to be so harsh, but you don't seem to care anyway. He pulls away, then, his still-hard length leaving your mouth with a wet pop! that only heightens his never wavering arousal.
Your eyes are glazed and satisfied as you stare back at him, gladly accepting the hand he extended in your direction. He pulls you up to stand face-to-face with him before you can react, and you slump into his arms, knees wobbling and shaking; you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up even if you wanted to.
"I'm— I'm sorry, I don't know what came into me, I..."
You trail off, not quite sure what to say. Before you can explain yourself further, Michael pulls you in for a kiss that takes your breath away. Your teeth clash together as he licks into your mouth, surely tasting himself on your tongue, his moans echoing through the bathroom as you suck on his tongue eagerly.
He's quick to spin you around so that you're leaning against the sink, and you're standing on your tiptoes to catch his mouth again, tugging on his hair. It earns another whimper from him, and he holds the back of your head in his hand to keep you close to him.
"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Holy shit, you're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" He whispers in between kisses, and you reply with a small moan. One of Michael's hands travels down your body, slipping under your dress until it meets the drenched material of your panties.
"I couldn't help it, Michael," You whispered softly, cradling his face in your hand, nose bumping into his as he pressed his whole body against yours, clearly looking for the intimacy that is your body close to his. "You drive me crazy. When you lose control, it's like my entire body is on fire. I just want to give in to you. I want to be yours." You hesitate. "And I want nothing more than for you to be mine."
He chuckled, but there's no humor in it, only the bittersweet feeling your words conveyed in his heart.
"It's just us, babydoll," He said, hand sneaking in underneath your panties, making you moan out in overstimulation. His length brushed against your thigh in a way that made you dizzy just as his fingers softly pressed against your aching clit.
"I'm yours tonight."
"That's not enough," You argued, pulling him in for a kiss that, you hoped, would tell everything you wouldn't dare to say out loud. "It's not gonna last forever, Michael. You know that—"
"Shut up and let me make you feel good, then," He hissed, lips leaving yours to trail down your neck, teeth gently grazing your skin as your back unwillingly arched into his touch.
Before you could respond, you heard a sharp knock on the door. Your eyes snapped open as panic took over your whole body, but Michael just stayed there — focused, his fingers never stopping, mouth not leaving your neck even as you tried to wiggle out of his embrace.
"Michael, honey, are you there?" The concerned voice from the other side of the door asked.
"I'm a little busy right now, darling," He replied, voice as steady as ever, while he pressed a finger against your lips. Stay fucking quiet.
"Hurry up, the guests are waiting for you," She continued, just as Michael's fingers continued their assault on your clit. They moved further down, pressing into your opening, ever so gentle, and you bit back a moan that threatened to leave your mouth.
"Oh, and if you see my sister on your way out, tell her to hurry up. She's locked herself in her room and doesn't even bother to respond when I call for her", She continued pathetically, and you chuckled under your breath, earning a bite on your shoulder. "You know she likes you much better than me."
Michael pulled away, then, watching as you licked your lips, eager as ever, brows rising in a challenge that only he could accept. He shook his head, clearly amused, turning his head towards the door just as he felt your small hand wrap around his rock hard cock, already aligning it with your weeping entrance.
"I have my methods, honey."
🪷 a/n: first fic about michael (++ the first one in about a year and a half), whoof ! feedback is deeply appreciated, and, moonwalkers, hmu in dms !! it's a brand new start for me in a new fandom and on a completely fresh account and i promise i'm super friendly :) ⩨͢ ⨾ thank you for reading, always!
LOVEDD she wants to give it!! and i would love a fic similar to that but the reader is the one in a relationship and michael is tryna convince her to choose him and being really rough w her and is being really jealous and possessive
first of all, thank you!!!!! <3
this is such a good prompt, just imagining michael running after u, showing up in places he knows you and ur boyfriend are gonna be in, teasing you underneath the table while the completely oblivious boyfriend sits right next to you !!! calling u in the middle of the night when he knows you're at his house, talking dirty and making sure you think about him for the rest of the night !!!!
right at it.
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