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from Summer Places by Brendan Gill and Dudley Witney (1978)
Michael & Janet Jackson At The AMA's In, 1975
Los Angeles, California — 1977
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ imagine pervy bsf!michael fingers stayed buried, knuckle deep in your pussy, two of them hooked just right against that spongy spot that made your thighs shake. The math textbook lay open beside you, pages half-covered by scattered worksheets and loose notes that had fallen off the bed. Downstairs, your parents laughed at something on TV, completely unaware that their daughters best friend had her spread open on the sheets.
"Whats the derivative of x squared?" He asked, voice low and calm like he was just quizzing you for fun. His thumb circled your clit once, slow and deliberate, then stopped completely when your hips tried to chase it.
You whimpered, trying to focus. "T-two x?"
"Good girl," he praised and rewarded you by pumping his fingers in and out twice—slow, filthy drags that made wet sounds fill the room. Then he went still again. "Next. Integral of 1/x?"
Your brain scrambled. The answer was right there but his fingers were so deep, stretching you, and your pussy kept clenching around them like it could pull them deeper. "Uh....in...in of x?"
He clicked his tongue. "Wrong." His fingers pulled out almost all the way, leaving you empty and fluttering. Before you could beg be brought his palm down in three quick, sharp slaps right over your swollen clit and dripping folds.
smack. smack. smack
Each one made your hips jerk and a broken sound tear out your throat, "mmnghm!– hiccup!–sorry!"
"Focus, baby," he murmured, rubbing the sting away with two fingers before sliding them back inside you. "You're getting all stupid on my hand. Try again. What's the integral of 1/x?"
"L-in x," you gasped, voice cracking. "That's it." He curled his fingers hard, grinding against your g-spot while his thumb pressed firm circles on your clit. Pleasure built fast, your walls starting to flutter, orgasm right there—
He stopped. Completely. Fingers frozen inside you, thumb lifted away. You whined, high and pathetic. "Why'd you stop, mikey please—" You tried to rock down on his hand, but he held you still with his free palm on your lower belly.
"Next question," he said, calm as ever. "Solve for x: 3x + 7=22." His fingers gave a tiny, teasing thrust, barely moving. "And don't take too long or I'll slap this pretty pussy again, mama."
You tried to answer but your voice came out a babble, words mixing with moans as he started a slow, torturous rhythm again–pushing in deep, pulling almost out, never letting you settle into any pace that could get you off. Every time your answer lagged or came out wrong, he'd pause completely, leaving you clenching around nothing, or he'd deliver another round of stinging slaps that left your cunt pink and throbbing.
"Fuck, you're making such a mess f'me," he breathed, watching your slick coat his fingers. "Parents are right downstairs and you're dripping all over my hand like a desperate slut, come on baby. Give me the right answer and maybe I'll let you cum this time."
He kept you there, teetering on the edge, fingers buried deep while he quizzed you through every wrong answer, and every delayed babble, slapping your pussy whenever you couldn't form words fast enough, talking you through each punishing pause until you were nothing but a shaking, pleading mess on the scattered papers.
"Next question," he said, voice low and calm like he wasn't knuckle-deep in your dripping pussy. "If a train leaves at 3 pm traveling 60 miles per hour, and another leaves an hour later at 75 miles per house from the same station, how far apart are they after the second train has been traveling for two hours?"
His thumb brushed your clit once, slow and deliberate, then stopped. He waited, fingers completely still inside you while your hips tried to grind down on nothing. "Come on, baby. Think," he murmured, free hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your shirt. "You got this."
You managed to choke out an answer, voice shaky. He rewarded you with three quick thrusts that made your back arch, then pulled back to just the tips of his fingers.
"i dunno" you whined, "20 minutes apart?" You gasped out. "Wrong," he said simply. His palm came down hard on your inner thigh, the slap loud in the quiet room. "Try again."
You managed to choke out an answer, voice shaky. "thirty minutes– baby ah fuck!—thirty!" You moaned out. He smiled, rewarding you with a few thrusts, making your head go dizzy, throwing your head back, breaths becoming ragged. His fingers curling just right.
Another question followed, then another. Each correct answer earned you deeper strokes, his fingers curling just right. Each mistake brought another slap on your thigh, your ass, once even a light one right over your swollen clit that made you yelo and clench around nothing.
"Focus," michael said, pushing three fingers in now stretching you wider. "If you get the next one right, I'll let you cum mama. You got this."
The papers crinkled under you as your body jerked. His fingers worked faster, then slowed again the second your breathing changed. Pushing you right to the edge, holding you there until your answers turned into desperate whimpers and half-formed equations.
"That's it," he praised when you finally got one right. "Good girl. Let it out, Mama, I gotchu." Michael smiled and pushed his fingers in deeper, his pace on his fingers starting to go faster. Causing you to go into a moaning mess.
Once he hit your sweet spot, your mouth fell open into a silent "O". Michael noticed it instantly once he found your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. "Michael—oh my gosh m' gonna cum–" you whined, hips jerking slightly. His pace not slowing down at all.
"I know, baby, let go f'me." He said, kissing on your neck. And that's all it took. You moaned out, throwing your head back, clenching around his fingers, painting them white. Michael is completely mesmerized by the sight, "Look at you making a mess all over my fingers." He cooed pumping his fingers slightly then pulling them out.
He licked his fingers clean, "mmgh, you taste wonderful, baby." He smiled. "Now, wanna' study again?"
off the wall era michael jackson x girlfriend reader
summary: the bright and sunny morning after your sleepover with michael at his hayvenhurst home, you both try to make pancakes together and someone burns a whole stack and michael blames it on the stove. then after, he pushes you in for a surprise…!
contains!: shenanigans, playful teasing, humor, playful and soft michael, and soft kisses.
enjoy my baes!♡
the day began with a soft morning light, filling michaels room. yesterday he invited you over to his house for a sleepover. you truly think you had the best night of your whole entire life. you spent the whole day yesterday watching movies, playing all sorts of games, hugging, and making out. and during the movie you swore you wouldnt fall asleep but your eyes started to fight with yourself and you couldnt help it and you drifted off, your head resting on his chest. you dont know what happened next but all you know is you fell asleep on the coach and you woke up in his fluffy sheets on his huge bed and the sunlight sitting right on your silky brown hair making it warm. you roll over to look right next to you and there michael was. already looking at you and admiring you.
he mumbled “good morning darling.” while smiling slightly.
“good morning” you said while your cheeks were warming up and he obviously noticed and started smiling even more.
“you told me you wouldn’t fall asleep during the movie” he spoke quietly while he chuckled a little. god he looked so cute.
you laughed slightly, “i couldn’t help my self! we were watching a movie so boring i literally forgot what it was!”
he breathed out a smile and reached for your hands and cradled them in his own, and leaned in, the space between you two barely there.
“oh my god michael! you better not! i havent brushed my teeth yet!” you cover your lips with your hands and his lips curved into a smile.
“Y/N, i seriously do not care.” and moved your soft hands and leaned in like he couldn’t help himself and kissed you. as he pulled away, you felt your expression pull into a smile.
“now lets go brush our teeth?” you teased.
he started to ease himself out of bed. and so did you and after you both brushed your teeth, you both slowly made your way down the grand staircase. and he reminded you “ohh!, remember when we both wanted to make pancakes”
you smiled and replied, “oh yeah! lets make them today” you saw his cheeks flush and he quickly turned away after that pretending to be admired by the chandelier sparkling in the california sun.
you entered the beautiful kitchen that was glowing under the sunlight, you made the batter and yes, you. you. made the batter while michael was laying down on the counter right next to you trying to think of a song name.
he obviously starts to get overwhelmed and starts talking faster and faster, “ugh i just cant get it! its in my head bu-”
you cut him off putting the whisk down, looking into his eyes and you quip, “michael you think of it later! now im done with the batter” you lift the bowl and tilt it to show him “come help me cook these.” he stands up grabs a spatula and starts to flip pancakes with you. your pancakes seem perfect and your focus is on your own pan but it breaks when he says “genuinely, how are you doing that?” you look over at his pan and his pancakes are burnt to a crisp. you look up at his face and hes already looking at you with that upside down smile, he always does when he trying not to burst out laughing. you start to look at him with that same exact smile and suddenly the kitchen howled with laughter it was so loud you think you heard tito let out a huge groan with frustration blended into it. you immediately stop and look over at michael and finally say “look lemme show you how to not burn your pancakes”
“i swear its not me its the stove!” he laughed in defeat
you giggled as you playfully pushed him to the side, “right right”
you demonstrate how to do it and whispered under your breath “here” you give off a light smile and hand him the spatula.
about 3 minutes later
you peek over at his hands doing it all correctly
you gave a teasing smile “ohh so it was the stove that burnt those right?” and then you look at his pretty face with the curls softly bouncing and laying against his forehead, and you make striking eye contact with him.
he grinned, “okay! lets go eat breakfast?”
you both go to the table and eat breakfast. when your done you make sure you leave a lot of pancakes for the rest of the family for when they wake up, leaving the whole house smelling like pancakes and maple syrup.
“lets so get some fresh air?” you asked
“oh yeah great idea” he answered
you opened the back door leading into the huge backyard with the pool and a vivid green lawn michael behind you following.
you say gently “god its so beautiful outside”
he catches up to you and grabs your hand, but not aggressively, gently like he’s afraid to hurt you. and laced his fingers with yours. you lean down against his arm as you guys walk near the pool. as you walk up to touch the pool water to see if its hot or cold and without a warning you feel his hand leaving yours and then suddenly you feel two hands on your back knocking you into the pool.
you scream. loudly. mad but also laughing, “MICHAEL! WHAT THE HELL?”
he stands there and laughs, before you knew it hes running towards you and jumps into the pool with you, he rises up from the water and lunges towards you into a hug you are both out of breath and laughing without stopping, he pulls away from the hug and he leans in and kisses you, like hes been holding it back. his taste still with a hint of maple syrup.the aura around you two smells like a mix of chlorine, a vibrant mix of spices and even a delicate trace of fresh lemon with musk. mixing with even more chlorine and vanilla and with a whisper of pear and spun sugar from you. the moment felt magical, almost unreal. wait no, not almost it felt unreal
he stares into your soul and affectionately lets out a voice barely above a whisper “i love you Y/N, i love you so so much.”
the pool water still circling around you two. its cold, but with michael it feels warm.
you look down slightly and say with a light touch in your voice “and theres no words to describe how much i love you michael.” you look up again
he closes the distance between you two and places his lips with quiet intensity.
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