a friend to call my own finale
“ in which michael finds someone (y/n) who accepts him for who he is. ”
pairing: strangers to friends, thriller!michael jackson x fem!reader, self-insert
warnings & disclaimers: paparazzi, smut, burn scar mention, fluff, praising, cunnilingus, michael is an eater and talks y/n through it, soft dom!michael, y/n has a bush, they have an audience of his plushies, they’re both shy, brief aftercare
authors note: hope yall enjoyed this lil series! pls don’t be shy to comment. lmk if you liked it :)
after the movie ended, the two of you strolled down the quiet hallway of the theater, animatedly sharing your opinions on the plot holes and the over-the-top acting. michael was right in the middle of doing a hilarious, deeply dramatic voice impression of the main action character—complete with a mock-serious face and wide gestures—when you both suddenly turned the corner toward the lobby.
the small, private moment was interrupted instantly.
blinding flashes exploded in your face, and a sudden roar of voices echoed through the glass doors. someone leaked that they saw michael entering the theater, and a growing, feral mob of fans and aggressive paparazzi were already waiting. before you could even register the noise, michael’s large, warm hand wrapped firmly around yours. his grip was reassuringly strong.
"thank you! love you guys! goodbye!" he called out to the crowd, blowing a kiss, keeping his voice polite but moving with an urgent, practiced speed. he shielded you with his body, navigating the barrage of flashing lights until the two of you hurriedly scrambled into the safe haven of the waiting limo.
bill slammed the door shut and immediately hit the gas, speeding off into the la night. inside the car, both of your hearts were pounding against your chests. you leaned over, staring out the tinted window in amazement at how quickly the crowd swallowed the sidewalk. your eyes were still adjusting to the neon spots left behind by the camera flashes.
"wow," you breathed out, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.
"i really hope my picture wasn't ugly. my dad is going to be absolutely pissed if this makes the papers tomorrow."
you turned to look at michael as he shook his head and rolled his eyes at you calling yourself ugly.
"how do you deal with that every single day?"
michael let out nothing but a soft chuckle. he adjusted his jacket, his expression a mix of gratitude and exhaustion.
"i love the fans, y/n. i really do. but... they can be crazy sometimes. you just have to learn how to keep moving."
the car quieted down for a moment as the adrenaline began to fade. michael turned his body toward you, his twinkly eyes fixed on yours with a sudden, hopeful light.
"do you... do you want to come back to my place? to hayvenhurst?"
you swallowed hard, your shyness creeping back in as you sheepishly smiled looking at your lap.
"i don't know, michael. i'm not sure if it would be okay with everyone else. your family is there, right?"
"it's okay," he reassured you gently, reaching out to give your hand a soft squeeze. "we'll go straight up to my room. you won't have to see anyone, i promise."
reassured by his sweetness, you agreed.
when you arrived at the grand estate, he kept his word, guiding you up the stairs and into his personal sanctuary. his bedroom was completely whimsical and lavishly decorated. the moment the door opened, he looked at you with a shy smile.
"sit right there," he instructed, gesturing to a comfortable spot. "let me just... take bubbles and muscles to the other room. I don't want to scare you off."
as he trailed off to move his exotic pets, you took the opportunity to look around. the room was filled with giant plushies, various toys scattered on the floor, and stacks of impressive records. instead of finding it strange, you thought it was incredibly cute and so quintessentially michael. it was a physical manifestation of the childhood he never got to have.
suddenly, you heard the bedroom door creak open. assuming it was michael returning, you turned around with a smile, but you were met with a completely different face. it was jermaine.
jermaine stopped in his tracks, doing a blatant double take as his eyes landed on you sitting in his younger brother's room. a slow, smooth smirk spread across his face, and he leaned his shoulder casually against the doorframe.
"well, hello there," jermaine said, his voice dropping into a low, deliberately charming tone.
you bit your lip, stifling a nervous giggle at how smooth he was trying to be, and managed a polite, "hello."
a few seconds later, michael materialized in the hallway, his face instantly dropping into a scowl when he saw his brother hovering.
"jermaine, get out of the way," michael said, shoving past him into the room.
jermaine didn't budge from the frame, his smirk only widening as he looked between the two of you. "who is this, mike?"
"she's a good friend of mine, jermaine. and you should leave," michael said, his voice carrying a firm, protective edge that you hadn't heard before.
jermaine chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender as he prepared to back away.
"alright, alright. but hey... if that's all she is, maybe i could get to know her."
michael scoffed loudly, a look of pure annoyance crossing his features.
"shmuck," he muttered under his breath, stepping forward and decisively closing the wooden door right in his brother's face, clicking the lock into place.
the absurdity of the interaction broke the tension, and the two of you immediately burst into laughter.
"i am so sorry about him," michael said, shaking his head as he walked back over to you.
he sat down right next to you on the edge of the seat, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. he tilted his head up, looking back at you admirably with those damn eyes. they were so big, so deep, and so full of unspoken emotion that you completely lost your train of thought, getting utterly lost in them.
"do you like my decorations?" he asked, his tone softening into something incredibly intimate.
"i do," you smiled softly, your eyes roaming his handsome face. "it's perfect."
the two of you engaged in a light, quiet conversation. your cheeks were lightly blushed because his eye contact was noticeably more intense and his tone was gentler, like a purr. michael sat back up slowly, his movements deliberate. as you spoke, he reached out and rested his large, warm hand flat against your lap. the heat of his palm seeped through your khaki shorts, making your breath hitch.
gradually, the words between you began to slow down. the conversation trailed off into heavy silence. michael’s gaze drifted down to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. your heart thumped rapidly against your chest as you stared back at him. you both were thinking the same thing, but who was going to act on it first?
for a few minutes, you both just sat there watching each other. he traced feathery circles on your knee that made you twitch and carefully noted your every reaction. his fingers were shaking a bit, so you knew he was just as nervous as you.
without a word, he leaned in, his long arms reaching out to envelope you into a secure, warm hug. but as your face met the crook of his neck, he didn't pull away. instead, he shifted, his head tilting as his lips found yours.
the kiss started soft and gentle—something almost platonic—but within seconds, it became more passionate. in an instant, the jolly man you had spent the night laughing with was gone. in his place was a sensual grown man. he even surprised himself as a million things raced through in his head.
his hands were incredibly strong yet gentle, rubbing your lower back and pulling you flush against him. his chest felt like solid rock against yours, his heart beating unevenly. michael knew exactly what he was doing, taking the absolute lead as his lips parted yours, kissing you with a breathtaking, hungry intensity that left your head spinning. you wrapped your arms around his neck, completely consumed by the sudden, powerful fire of the man holding you captive in the quiet of his room.
he shifted his weight, gently guiding you down onto your back against the soft mattress. his movements were incredibly attentive; he paused for a brief second to slide a plush pillow underneath your neck, ensuring you were completely supported. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small plush bear resting nearby, and with a swift, playful swat, he knocked it off the bed to clear the space for the two of you.
"are you comfortable, y/n?" he whispered, breaking the silence. his voice made your skin tingle.
before you could even squeak out an answer, he climbed over you, hovering with a lean, muscular dominance that took your breath away. he didn't rush. instead, he began trailing a slow, agonizingly beautiful path of passionate and tender kisses down your skin. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, captured your lips in another deep, lingering melt, and then moved lower. his lips grazed the curve of your shoulder, dipped down to the soft skin of your stomach, and then ventured further down, pressing warm, deliberate kisses along your inner thighs that made your whole body ache for him.
breaking the contact for just a moment, he sat you up with his strong hands, his eyes locked onto yours as he smoothly pulled your shirt over your head. as the fabric fell away, his gaze dropped, his eyes boring intensely into your pink lace bra.
your cheeks were instantly on fire, the heat radiating through your entire face. noticing your shyness, a deeply sensual, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"wow, is pink your favorite color?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle purr.
you could only nod, completely captivated by his intensity. without wasting a single second, his long fingers reached behind your back. with a deft, practiced flick of his wrist, he undid your bra quickly and tossed it carelessly to the side.
before you could even process the sudden coolness of the room, he leaned back in, his large hands finding your breasts. he began softly, rhythmically rubbing your sensitive nipples, his thumbs circling them with a perfect amount of pressure while his gaze remained locked fiercely onto your eyes. a soft, involuntary whimper escaped your throat, a shiver running straight down your spine.
michael let out a low, pleased hum at your reaction.
"a woman's nipples are so sensitive, yet they're so neglected," he murmured as his hands continued their intoxicating work.
"your breasts are so beautiful, y/n. absolutely gorgeous."
your mind was racing, your heart hammering wildly. you honestly couldn't believe how much of a talker he was in the bedroom. this was the same man who, just hours prior, had been too shy to look you in the eyes while singing on a ferris wheel. you were quickly learning firsthand that michael was not this one-dimensional caricature the media portrayed him to be.
the contrast between his public gentleness and his private hunger was staggering. holding your gaze for one last burning second, he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, passionately sucking it into the warm cavern of his mouth. you gasped, your fingers immediately tangling into his fluffy, permed hair as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. he pulled back with a wet pop and immediately moved to the other breast, repeating the intense, drawing motion until you were writhing beneath him, completely slick and incredibly needy.
he slid his hands down, grasping the waistband of your khaki shorts, and smoothly stripped them down your long legs, tossing them onto the floor. all that remained were your matching pink lace panties. michael chuckled softly, tilting his head slightly.
"so cute," he murmured, but his tone quickly shifted as his eyes tracked lower.
through the thin, damp fabric of the pink lace, the distinct outline of your neatly trimmed bush was peaking through. michael’s eyes darkened, and he slowly licked his lips in pure hunger. you gulped, the heavy gravity of his gaze making your heart sink. he looked up to lock eyes with you, and with an excruciating slowness, he began circling your mound with his palm, applying just enough pressure to send a shockwave straight to your hole. your hips moved, slightly lifting off the mattress from the sudden sensation.
it had been years since you had last been intimate with anyone, and the feeling of your body’s arousal waking up again felt completely foreign, almost overwhelming.
"you’re so sensitive to my touch, y/n," michael noted, his tone suddenly softening with a touching sincerity. he stopped the movement for a second, his eyes searching yours.
"have you... have you ever done this before?"
"once," you confessed, your voice barely a breathless whisper in the quiet room.
a knowing, playful glint returned to his eyes.
"oh yeah?" he asked, leaning in a little closer. "did it feel good?" his eyebrows raised curiously.
embarrassed, you averted your eyes slightly. "it was... okay."
michael shook his head, letting out a soft "tsk, tsk, tsk" against your skin. a confident smirk played on his lips.
"i can make you feel things you've never felt before. i promise you."
as he leaned down to kiss your stomach again, you realized he was still fully clothed, his crisp button-down pressing against your bare skin.
"michael," you breathed out, gripping his shoulders. "take your shirt off. please."
for a fleeting second, the confident man vanished, and it was his turn to be a little shy. he flushed a deeper shade of red, but he didn't hesitate. he sat back on his knees and quickly unbuttoned the top, stripping it off his shoulders. your eyes widened. his chest was lean and thin, yet beautifully toned and sharply muscular, defined by hours of rigorous dancing. his skin was a gorgeous, rich shade of deep brown, smooth and flawless under the warm lighting of his bedroom.
before you could admire him for too long, he quickly turned the attention back to you, ready to devour you whole. he leaned down and gripped the edges of your damp pink panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. as he brought them past your feet, he lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply, letting out a long sigh before placing them to the side
left completely bare beneath him, the view was breathtaking. strings of your slick essence coated your short, neatly trimmed bush, glistening wetly against your dark, swollen folds.
"it's so pretty," michael whispered, his voice thick with desire. "so beautiful."
without giving you a single second to prepare, he parted your legs wider and dived right in, pressing his face flat against your wetness.
the sudden, intense contact of his warm tongue arching directly against your clitoris made your eyes buck wide in absolute surprise. your hips curled up into the air, your spine arching off the mattress. you squeaked loudly, covering your mouth, mindful that you two weren’t alone. you threw your head back into the pillow, your hands blindly gripping the bedsheets for dear life.
michael usually didn't have a big appetite, but tonight, he was an absolute eater, completely devouring you whole. he didn't just lick; he used his mouth with ravenous authority, burying his face into your bush. his long tongue swiped up and down your wet folds in long, heavy and wet perfect strokes, drinking you in. he used his large, strong fingers to spread you open completely, exposing your sensitive hole to the relentless, wet heat of his mouth.
every time you tried to twist away from the intensity of the pleasure, his heavy hands locked against your pelvis, pinning you to the bed with. he was much stronger than he looked. he vacuumed your clit into his mouth, mimicking the rhythm he used on your breasts, swallowing your hushed whimpers and cries. he pushed the bud alongside your labia in and out, in and out and swirled both his tongue and head in a circle. you were completely helpless beneath him as your legs shook slightly and you looked off to the side. his tongue had your brain fried.
his skilled tongue kept pushing deeper, relentlessly spreading you open and exploring the tight, slick heat of your pussy. you bit down on your bottom lip, trying desperately to keep quiet. you weren't expecting this level of passion from him. your entire body began to shake as the overwhelming feeling of an explosive orgasm started rolling in. your delicate fingers began circling your nipples as he caught a glimpse of you pleasing yourself while he pleased you.
your hips arched higher off the bed, pushing his head even deeper into your wetness. you were now slightly turned up at an angle; you couldn’t lie flat anymore. you were mindful not to pull his hair because of the sensitive scars along his hairline, so you firmly gripped his broad shoulders instead, grinding your swollen clitoris directly against the tip of his nose and his wet tongue. michael could barely breathe with his face buried so deeply in your bush, but he didn't care in the slightest. he was entirely intoxicated by the sweet, clean way you tasted. he loved the primal feeling of your vaginal muscles contracting and fluttering against his mouth, and the sound of your beautiful, breathless moans filled him with pride. he always knew you would be beautiful in moments of surrender, but this—the music you were making together—was triple platinum.
as his tongue continued its long strokes, your whole body suddenly locked and you felt deep flutters in your chest and stomach. you came long and hard, your body shuddering as watery opaque strings of your release poured out of you. michael didn't miss a beat, completely starved for you as he lapped up every single drop of your cream. the sight and taste of your pleasure had blood rushing straight to his dick; his erection grew impossibly tight, straining painfully against the thick denim of his jeans until a dark patch of his own pre-cum began to seep through the fabric. out of everything, giving oral sex was what he loved the most, and seeing you completely unraveled by his mouth was driving him insane.
overstimulated and entirely spent, you weakly tried to shift your hips away as his tongue kept swirling around your sensitive folds.
"michael, please..." you whimpered, trying to pull back.
michael finally pulled his head up to catch his breath, a heavy, ragged exhale escaping his wet lips. but as he moved, his mouth created a sudden, wet suction that popped against your exposed folds, causing you to let out a yelp.
he looked up at you, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and dripping with unyielding authority.
"i'm not finished with you yet," he murmured, his voice a commanding whisper. "shush, girl."
before you could even protest, he used his long fingers to console your throbbing clit, rubbing it with an agonizingly gentle, circular motion that made your thigh muscles twitch uncontrollably. then, he dived right back in one more time. he cleaned you up completely, licking up every last lingering trace of your sweetness. your body shook uncontrollably, your legs trembling as you looked off to the side again, completely tapped out and overwhelmed by the pleasure he demanded you to feel.
finally satisfied, michael pulled away completely. he lifted his hand, his large, long fingers glistening with your wetness, and slowly, deliberately sucked the rest of your essence off his skin, his eyes never leaving yours.
he crawled his way back up your body, hovering over you once more. a proud, satisfied smirk rested on his handsome face, yet his large eyes were still filled with a soft tenderness. he leaned down, planting a series of soft, adoring kisses across your burning cheeks, your forehead, and the tip of your nose.
"you were so beautiful for me, baby," he whispered against your skin, his breathing slowly regulating. "are you okay?"
"i'm... i'm okay," you breathed out, your voice entirely breathless. as you looked down, your eyes caught the unmistakable, heavily strained erection stretching the front of his fitted jeans.
noticing where your gaze had landed, michael let out a soft chuckle, a warm smile breaking across his dimpled face. he reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of your fluffy, permed hair behind your ear.
"don't worry about that. you don't have to do a single thing to me right now," he said.
"loving you was all i needed tonight." his tone carrying a blunt honesty that made your cheeks instantly flush a bright red.
in the quiet moments after, he rested his large hand over your pelvis. his long fingers mindlessly played with the soft curls of your bush, entirely distracted by the warmth of your skin. he didn't even realize just how incredibly sensitive and dripping wet you still were from your release until his knuckles brushed against your side clit. the sudden shock made you buck upward into his palm with a sharp gasp.
michael let out a soft chuckle at your intense reaction, gently retracting his hand so he wouldn't overwhelm you anymore. he shifted closer, using his thumb to tenderly caress the side of your flushed face, his gaze softening completely.
"i'm so grateful to have you in my life, y/n," he murmured, his eyes twinkly and low.
the two of you lied there in a beautiful, tangled silence for a while. eventually, michael pulled himself up and helped clean you up with a warm cloth, taking his time before gently helping you slide your clothes back on. he handled you like something incredibly delicate and precious.
as you smoothed down your oversized top, he looked at you with a slight pout tugging at his lips.
"do you really have to go right now?" he asked, his voice full of a lonely, hopeful longing.
"you could stay... we could play some arcade games downstairs, or just watch a cartoon. anything you want."
you smiled softly, reaching out to touch his arm.
"i want to, michael, really. but i promised my mother i’d be back tonight. if i don't walk through that door soon, she'll completely panic and call the police thinking something terrible happened to me."
michael let out a soft, defeated sigh, but he understood completely, always the gentleman. "okay," he murmured.
he threw a different shirt back on, keeping it loose, and walked you down the quiet hallway of hayvenhurst and out into the cool night air where the limousine was waiting. before the car door opened, he stepped into your space, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into a deep, lingering, warm embrace. he buried his face into your sweet smelling hair, inhaling your scent one last time.
pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, he gently helped you into the back seat of the limo.
"call me the very second you make it home, okay?" he instructed with a sweet, protective smile.
"i will," you promised, your heart full to the brim as bill closed the door, leaving you to replay every single breathtaking touch on the quiet ride back home.
you still felt the vibrations of his heavy tongue against your swollen pussy as you clamped your legs tightly together and looked out the window at michael who waved goodbye. as the limo pulled off, you wondered where you and michael stood now. more importantly, you wondered what the press would have to say, especially your father, when your picture will certainly end up on the front page.
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