ticked off - mature era!michael jackson
(mentions of fingering, cunnulingus, smallll mention of p!in!v, female anatomy, sexual themes, michael being a bit more dom, age gap relationship, just a whole lot of horniness in this jfc)
an: this is my very first ever fic thatโs published so please spare me if this isnโt the best!!!! enjoy!
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you didnโt know what your problem wasโyou were some kind of freak it seemed. poking and prodding was your speciality, but it got worse when you got with michael.
sure he was a bit (a lot) older than you, but that didnโt stop you both from falling in love. however, the difference in age between you two became a problem only when you started that process; poking and prodding, doing so to him.
it started that morning. michael woke up before you and did his routine with you that occurred every morning. littering your bare shoulder and neck with kisses as you laid besides him. they were always soft and sweet, waking you up slowly and with the man you love beside you. but today, you decided you were going to be the thorn in his side.
as his kisses lingered on your skin, you eased your way back into his body. your back pressed against his chest, your ass pressed againstโฆwell. the area that made him suck in some air, teeth clenched together at the sudden contact. as you moved closer, one of his hands laid on your hip, pulling you even closer to him. he buried his face in your neck, still peppering kisses there while you felt something growing behind you. you knew exactly what it was, and what he wanted. and yet, you were about to be his worst nightmare.
you knew michael wasnโt going to want to get out of bed now, the way his lips deepened into your skin with every point of contact he made. however, you needed to shower. you didnโt actually, but that was your excuse, your ruse. just as his hand went to slide over your stomach to keep you caged in, you tapped his arm.
โi gotta get upโ your voice was soft, deflecting the evil intentions you had in mind. michael lifted his head at that, looking down at you. you seemed completely fine, relaxed even. what could you possibly need right now?
โat this very moment?โ he leaned down to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your jaw again, trying to convince you to stay.
โi need to shower mikeโ you chuckled, but the grip on your hip tightened.
โall the sudden?โ he kissed your earlobe, his voice soft as well, but lower. โall of the sudden you need to shower, after..โ he trailed off, exhaling through his nose as his hand on your hip lingered, moving slowly up and down your side to your thigh.
โmikeโ you smiled, turning towards him slightly and you could see it in his face. he knew what you were doing and he did not like it.
โalright, alright go showerโ he hesitantly moved his hands from your thigh, your body slipping from his as you got out of bed. he laid back, watching you as you walked to the bathroom. your hips swayed, the nightgown you were accentuating every curve that you knew he loved. this was torture.
michael now sat with a hard on, watching you shut the bathroom door. one thing was for sure, you knew what you were doing and he wasnโt going to let you get away with it.
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throughout the day, this horribly long joke of yours continued. lingering touches, your eyes lowering when you looked at michael,
giving him the impression youโd get on your knees for him right in that moment but you didnโt. calling him by his name, pet names, only in the softest and sweetest voice you could muster. you knew exactly what it was doing to him. heโd suck in a breath when youโd touch him or give you that look when you called him a certain pet name. that look of, โi will bend you over this table right nowโ , and you were betting on it. he hadnโt tried anything though.
when he had a conference call with some producers, he stuck himself inside his office to take it. you knew he had this call, youโd known about it all week since michael had been telling you what he planned to talk about. you knew and you knew better than to bother him. but again, you poked. and you were about to poke into some dangerous territory.
he left the office door slightly open in case you needed him in an emergency. this wasnโt that, it was simply you wanted to piss him off. for fun really. that was the unfortunate truth. most people donโt like making their partners mad, but you thrive off of it. only because when heโs had enough, he will have his way and make sure you wonโt mess with him again. until you do, and the cycle continues.
michael knew you liked it, when he used that deep, assertive tone with you or gripped your wandering hand by your wrist when it got too much. he knew you wanted to be put in your place and even manhandled. he didnโt seem like that type of person and he wasnโt in normal social occasions. with you though in the comfort of your homeโsince no surface was left unusedโhe did exactly what you wanted.
as you walked towards the door, you heard michaelโs soft voice. you leaned your ear towards the open space of the doorway, hearing him mention something about his music. you took no hesitation to push it open, the door creaking slightly which made him look up at you, phone pressed to his ear. he almost seemed concerned, wondering why you were in his office until he saw your outfit.
after you showered that morning, you slipped on a bathing suit and went to go lay by the pool. this was another tactic to get a rise out of him only through him viewing, not touching. now, you were wearing the shortest skirt you could find and a cut off shirt, a simple black and white contrast outfit. it was enough to make michael grip the phone though, his eyes traveling over the shown skin constantly.
you never realized michaelโs love for skirts until you wore one for a date one time early in your relationship. all he could do was run his hands over your thighs, fingers lingering on the edge of the material. then, he slipped his hand underneath the skirt and caused you to soak his car seat after he absolutely pounded his fingers into your pussy. another time, he simply bunched the skirt up around your waist to eat you out like a starved man, before fucking you senseless, telling you how pretty you looked in your little skirt.
all of those thoughts ran through your head as you put this outfit on and it made you lose your breath a little. now, this skirt was even shorter leaving little to the imagination. michael had an immense imagination, and it was running wild as he stared at your thighs.
you walked closer as he was still on the phone, not saying a word while rounding his desk towards him. he turned to you slightly, phone still to his ear as you walked up until you were standing in between his spread legs. you watched his eyes, how they told you not to come any closer, but begging you to at the same time. as you stood in front of him he caught wind of his favorite perfume on you, and he almost dropped the phone. my god, you were perfect.
he was nodding to the phone like the person on the other end could see him, with โmhmโ added in there as you hand reached up to run over his shoulder. oh youโre really testing him now. he leaned back in his chair, eyes trailing over you again at this new angle. he didnโt get much time before you took the initiative and sat right in his lap, your ass taking space on his thigh, but dangerously close to where heโd expect you to be.
an arm of yours wrapped around his shoulder, before leaning in and planting soft kisses on his cheek, the one opposite of the phone. michael almost forget he had to speak, until a question only he could answer was asked.
โwe-well yes, i think that would be a good idea in order to increase engagement with the f-fansโ as he spoke, you hand ran down his chest slowly, closer and closer to his already existing hard on just from looking at you. you were messing him up though, he was breaking and he had to remain professional. you knew as soon as the phone call was done, you were also done for.
michael coughed slightly to cover up the effect you were having on him, as you kept reaching lower. โi agree, yesโ he spoke, the hand holding the phone was removed, him placing the phone between his ear and shoulder so was able to reach down and grab your wrist, stopping your trail. when you looked at him, he had that look on his face, โdo not test meโ. his other hand that hadnโt been occupied went to move up your backside, until it landed on the back of your head. he threaded his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly and pulling you back away from his skin. he wasnโt rough, he was just right, enough domination to make you listen for a moment.
โyes, iโm sorry. can you give me one moment?โ michael eyes burned into you as he spoke on the phone. โthank youโ he removed his hand from your wrist to press the hold button on the phone dock before placing it face down on his desk. his hand then went to your jaw, holding it with enough grip to make you look at him, his other hand still in your hair.
โare we losing our mind a bit baby?โ his voice, despite his intense gaze, was sweet. โdo we think this is a smart idea to do to me right now?โ he sat up a bit more, showcasing his broader build against yours.
โcome on, use your wordsโ he tapped your cheek with his finger before easing his grip on your jaw.
when you finally found the means from how he was handling you making your head spin, you answered. โnoโ
โno, i donโt think this is a smart ideaโ you werenโt scared of him, not one bit, but your voice was small. intentionally, small and sweet and innocent because you wanted this.
โthen why are we doing this sweetheart? making meโฆโ he trailed off, eyes looking over your figure in that outfit again. the way your skirt was basically riding up to your hips with how short it was. โyouโre making this call very difficult for meโ he let go of your jaw, his grip in your hair loosening as well. instead, his hand moved to your thigh.
โno youโre notโ he shook his head, smiling. โyou know youโre not baby. this is what you want, no?โ
โi donโt know what you mea-โ
โdonโt play with meโ his sharper tone came in, and you could feel the pool between your legs. โyou know betterโ his hand gripped your thigh a bit tighter.
โi do know betterโ you nodded, shifting slightly in his lap, your knee pressing against his hard on.
โthen why are you ticking me off sweet thing?โ he squeezed your thigh, his hand in your hair trailing to the back of your neck. โyouโre making me want to do things no man should place upon their womanโ he whispered, his eyes blazing into you. that was it. thatโs what got you, you were putty in his hands.
โiโm sorry baby, let me fix it, pleaseโ you practically begged, you couldnโt do it anymore. he was soโฆso him and you just couldnโt torture him any longer.
โyouโre going to fix this?โ
โyes, yes i will just tell me what to doโ you nodded quickly.
michael sighed, looking at the phone call on hold before looking back at your delicious thighs.
โyou give me five minutes. five. no touching, no kissing. youโre going to sit on my lap and be a good girl while i finish this phone call. you understand?โ his voice was solidified and stern, he meant it. but if you listened, youโd get what you wanted.
โi understand, michaelโ you swallowed, nervous and excited.
โthatโs my girlโ he whispered, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him so he could plant a kiss on your temple. sweet, with lingering mentions of what he was to do to you afterwards.
as he picked up the phone and pressed the hold button, you stayed on his thigh, letting his fingers toy with your skirt. the first minute was okay as you focused on the way his lips moved, until you felt his finger pushing past your skirt inside you. you hadnโt realized he had done the phone between the shoulder and ear trick again until you gasped, but immediately covered your mouth as you looked at michael again. he was smiling, knowing he was pumping his finger into you like nothing was happening.
he had said you donโt touch him, but that didnโt mean he didnโt get to touch you. as soon as you saw the smile on his face, you knew what he was doing.
he was getting back, and there was nothing you could do about it.
