a/n: i know that this didn’t happen in michael’s thriller era, but for my mental health and ovulation, it did.
the sun had set over disneyland, casting a warm glow over the magical kingdom as you and michael—now husband and wife—had made your way back to your luxurious hotel room. the day had been filled with laughter, cotton candy, and endless rides.
michael had kicked his shoes off by the door, letting out a contented sigh as he loosened his tie. the suite was breathtaking—floor-to-floor ceiling windows overlooking the sparking lights of the city, a king sized bed draped in silk sheets, and rose petals scattered across the marble bathroom floor. he turned to you with that boyish grin, his dark eyes sparking with mischief.
michael approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to gently frame your face as he leaned in for a soft kiss, his lips were warm and tender. pulling back slightly, he whispered against your lips, “mrs. jackson…”
you couldn’t help but smile at the way his voice wrapped around your new title. it was surreal to be married to michael jackson, but in moments like this, he was just your husband—your loving, playful husband. you playfully bit his bottom lip softly, “mr. jackson,” you teased back.
he chucked softly at that, the sound sending familiar shivers down your spine. “come here,” he murmured, guiding you backward toward the bed. his fingers deftly worked at the zip of your dress as he backed you up, until you both landed on the plush mattress.
you giggled breathlessly, “michael, you’re so impatient.”
“i’ve been patient all day!” he protested with a laugh, nuzzling into your neck. “we’ve been surrounded by kids and mickey mouse all day. i just want to be alone with my wife.” his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.
you gasped as his fingers brushed against against the lace of your panties, your head falling back against the pillows. “well, you have me all to yourself now,” you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his curly hair. the room filled with the sound of your hushed whispers and gentle touches.
michael wasted no time in shedding his shirt, revealing his soft skin that you knew so well. he hovered over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. the atmosphere shifted from playful to heavy with desire, the scent of roses and your mingled colognes filling the air.
you arched your back, pulling him closer to you. his breath was hot against your skin as he unclasped your bra, his lips immediately finding your nipple. you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his thick curls while he lavished attention on each breast, his tongue making lazy circles around your hardened peaks.
michael’s hands trailed down your sides, gripping your hips as he moved down your body, pulling your panties off with a swift tug. he spread your legs wide, settling his broad shoulders between them. his first languid lick had you gripping the sheets, your hips lifting off the bed.
“michael…” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue worked expertly between your thighs. he looked up at you through those dark lashes, a wicked glint in his eyes. “you taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured against your slick folds before diving back in, his tongue swirling around your clit. your breath hitched, your thighs trembling against his head.
unable to take the teasing any longer, you reached down and tugged at his waistband, freeing his length. he groaned appreciatively at your eager touch, stroking himself slowly as he watched you writhe beneath him. “i need you inside me, please,” you pleaded, your voice thick with desires michael smirked, positioning himself between your trembling thighs. “patience, mrs. jackson.”
he teased your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing himself against you but not pushing in. he lovers how you squirmed and whimpered beneath him, your nails scratching his back. “say please again,” he whispered with a smirk, loving how desperate you sounded for him.
“please, baby,” you gasped out, your legs spreading wider to give him better access. “i need you so bad…please.” michael finally granted your wish, pushing into your tight heat with one slow, torturously delicious stroke. both of you cried out as you became one, the intimacy of the moment washing over you even more than the pleasure.
he began moving then, slow at first, deep thrusts made the bed springs squeak with each one. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed as he lost himself in the rhythm. “you feel so good,” he groaned against yours lips, his pace quickening as your walls clenched around him. “my wife…”
you clawed at his back, urging him on. michael obliged, his movements becoming more intense and passionate as he clung to you. the headboard of the bed began to hit the wall with a rhythmic thudding sound that matched their hurried breathing and muffled moans. he shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
“right there, right fucking there,” you cried out, your voice getting louder with each thrust. michael covered your mouth with his to muffle the sounds, kissing you deeply as he drove into you harder, the bed breaking loudly beneath you both.
the sounds of your passionate lovemaking filled the room—skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy, the loud squeaks of the bed springs—michael reached down and grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder to go even deeper.
you arched your back as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. the bed was now shaking violently against the wall with each powerful thrust. michael’s breath came in ragged gasps against your neck as he whispered dirty words only you could hear.
“i’m close,” you whimpered, your walls clenching around him tightly. michael groaned deeply, his pace becoming erratic as he felt your orgasm approaching. “come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “let me feel you.” his thrusts became harder, faster, completely losing control as the bed grained under your combined weight.
you shattered beneath him, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you. your scream was muffled by his shoulder as you clenched around him uncontrollably. the climax triggered something in michael—he buried himself deep, his thrusts becoming brutal.
a sound then echoed through the suite like a gunshot. both of you froze mid-thrust as the wooden bed frame splintered beneath you, the middle collapsing inward. you both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs, michael landing on top of you with a startled yelp.
silence stretched between you for a heartbeat before michael burst into surprised laughter against your neck.
“i can’t believe—“ he laughed between gasps, still inside you despite now being on the floor. “did we just break the bed?” his eyes were bright with amusement, dimples appearing as he grinned down at you. you were too breathless to scold him, still trembling from your orgasm as he lazily thrust just once more.
you burst into laughter despite still being in complete shock from what just happened, your chest heaving with spent breaths “that’s because you lost control completely, michael!” you managed to say, running your fingers along his jaw. michael kissed you softly, not moving from where he was buried inside you. “worth it,” he murmured against your lips, flexing his hips slowly as sparks ignited between you again.
you both looked over at the broken bed frame and started giggling like teenagers. michael slowly pulled out of me, both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. he lay on his back on the carpet, pulling you against his chest.
“you know,” he said thoughtfully, running his fingers through your hair as you curled up on his chest, “they say your honeymoon is supposed to be romantic and perfect. but i think i prefer our version—broken bed and great sex.”
you giggled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “most couples just break a glass of something. we took out the whole damn bed frame.” michael chuckled, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “that’s because you’re fully mine now. i can be as wild as i want.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arm tightening around you.
the laughter eventually died down, replaced by comfortable silence as you both lay tangled on the floor. michael traced lazy patterns on your hip, his breathing slowly returned to normal.
“so…” you murmured, looking up at him with a tired smile. “do you think we should call the front desk orrr?”
michael groaned dramatically, covering his face with one hand. “we’re definitely getting charged for that,” he muttered, though he couldn’t keep the laugh out of his voice. “though i’m not complaining.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. “worth every penny.”
you snorted, poking his ribs. “you’re the one with the money, mr. jackson.” you joked.
☙ SYNOPSIS: you’re janet’s best friend so you got invited to stay the whole summer with her at her home in hayvenhurst. you’ve always been attracted to her older brother, pff who wouldn’t? but little do you know he sort of has a crush on you too. so now you have to figure out how you’re going to survive six long weeks while being under the same roof as him.
⌫ WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — post!thriller michael, age gap (reader is 21 & michael is 26), janet knows about readers crush and teases her about it, michael is such a gentleman, j*e doesn’t exist cause i said so, michael’s brothers being teases, also randy tries to flirt with reader a lot, jealous!michael, oblivious!reader, horny!reader, first kiss, virginity loss, sub!michael if you squint really hard, oral (m!receiving), riding, unprotected p in v, creampie (oops), no use of y/n, happy ending
☙ WORD COUNT: 6.0k words
✿ NOTES: guys i got a bit lazy at the end as i always do lol. but i hope you still enjoy it, this is also one of my personal favs mwah!
michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi
SUMMER 1985
you hum to the soft music playing in your car, feeling the warmth of a summer afternoon through your car window as you start to get closer to the hayvenhurst gates.
you cannot believe that you're staying the whole summer at hayvenhurst.
you've been friends with janet jackson since you both met at school in indiana but you lost contact over the years when your family had to move away. it was only recently that you both reconnected and have been inseparable ever since.
that's why she invited you over to her beautiful family home, to spend the summer and you are more than excited. not only are you going to be having the best summer of your life with your best friend but you'll also get to meet him.
yes, michael jackson.
when you were younger, you never actually got the chance to meet janet's older brothers but it was only when you moved away to a different state and you saw how popular the jackson's became that you realised that your friend had fine ass brothers.
you remember having a crush on all of them, not knowing who to choose, but there was always one that stood out from the rest and that was michael.
it was just a coincidence that he turned out to be a bigger star than the rest of them, with him going solo and having the biggest selling album of all time.
you pull your car to a stop, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head before opening your car door.
just as you go to open up your trunk so you can get out your multiple suitcases, the door of hayvenhurst bursts open.
“you’re here!” janet squeals, running towards you and giving you a massive hug.
you laugh, hugging her back just as tightly.
“im so excited to be here. oh my gosh this place is much bigger in person.” you gawk, looking up at the massive lawn.
“ehhh you get used to it.” janet smiles, before looking at the multiple suitcases and bags that are stuffed into your trunk.
“girl did you pack your whole life in here?” she laughs, helping you take out your stuff.
“janet im here for six damn weeks, i need options.” you giggle.
“fair enough.” she nods, “i hope you have a lot of bikinis in there because we’re about to be by that pool all the time!” she raises a brow.
you give her a look that means ‘girl be so for real.’
she laughs at your facial expression, grabbing a few of your bags and helping you to the door.
“but seriously,” you start. “are you sure your mom is fine with me staying?” you ask.
“pff of course! mommy is more excited for you to stay than i am. she did say there needs to be more women in the house.” janet laughs, dropping one of your suitcases right by the door.
“what about your brothers, will they be fine with me staying?”
“who cares what they think?” janet shrugs. “plus this estate is big enough for us to never see their ugly faces.”
you laugh at her words, going back to your trunk so you can grab a few more bags. it does really feel like you packed your whole world in here. but you’d rather have too much clothes, than too little!
you jump when you hear janet scream at the top of her lungs. “randy! michael! come down here!”
“what?” janet shrugs, when she sees your expression. “we shouldn’t have to carry all of this by ourselves.”
“janet it’s fine.” you smile. “this is all technically my stuff so i should be the one carrying it all.”
“girl please, i have brothers for reasons like this one.” right as she says those words, randy comes round the corner followed by michael.
“did you really have to shout that loud?” randy raises a brow, putting his hands on his hips.
you stop in your tracks when your eyes find michael’s. he looks even more beautiful in person.
“who’s she?” michael’s questions, his voice so smooth and soft spoken that it feels like you’ve been wrapped in a blanket.
“she’s my friend.” janet smiles, “and she’s staying for the summer so be nice.”
“oh ill be nice alright.” randy says, his eyes trailing your body up and down.
you laugh at his words, pulling out another suitcase.
“now go help the girl, that’s what i called y’all down for.” janet says, pushing michael towards you.
randy sighs, coming towards you and helping you with your bags.
“what’s your name?” he asks.
you tell him your name, fixing your sunglasses that are trying to slip off of the top of your head.
“that’s a pretty name.” randy smirks, shaking your hand. but not before squeezing it gently.
“randy stop flirting with my friend, and michael,” you look over to see that michael still hasn’t moved from his position by the door, “stop gawking and go help randy!” janet huffs, bossing around her older brothers.
michael sighs, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, and walking over to your car so he can help with the bags.
the first thing you notice when he steps near you is his cologne.
how can a man smell so damn good.
“hi.” michael nods, holding his hand out for you to shake.
his hand is big, way bigger than yours and you look down at the warmth radiating from his palms.
“hi.” you say, sounding just a bit breathless. “thanks for helping with my stuff, i know it’s a lot but i’m here for the whole summer and i wanted to make sure that i had enough clothes…” you trail off when you see the amused look on janet, randy and even michael’s face.
your face starts to feel strangely warm at the realisation that you just word vomited in front of michael jackson.
randy let’s out a laugh in disbelief. “no way.”
michael stays silent, still gripping your hand, and still staring into your eyes like he’s trying to look into your soul.
“girl.” janet shakes her head, a smile forming on her face, “come and get your butt in this house so i can show you your room.”
“right!” you clear your throat, letting go of michael’s hand who still hasn’t moved, and making your way to the massive doors of hayvenhurst.
“thank you again by the way!” you say over your shoulder to the two men.
“just come on!” janet laughs, leading you into the large foyer.
“i just embarrassed myself didn’t i.” you let out a nervous laugh.
“why did you just spill your guts out there?” janet laughs. “and to michael of all people…”
“i don’t know,” you shrug, “he’s just so nice and…”
janet throws her head back in laughter. “oh my god you totally have a crush on michael.”
“wha— no!” you exclaim, following your friend as she leads you up a large staircase.
“you definitely do. i can’t wait to tell the rest of my brothers and la toya. i mean, i think randy already realised.”
“janet i don’t have a crush on him!” you shout, following her down a long hallway until eventually you both stop at a door.
“mhmm, sure you don’t.” she laughs, “well if you do then this will become a very interesting summer!”
“well i don’t. so there will be nothing interesting to see!” you cross your arms.
“okay!” janet holds her hands up in surrender. “anyways this is your room, my room is just down that hall, to the left and if you must know michael’s room is down that way, all the way at the end of the hall. you can’t miss it.”
“janet!” you gasp, pushing her shoulder playfully.
“okay! okay! ill stop.” she laughs. “but i’m really happy you’re here, you’re gonna enjoy yourself so much!”
“i cannot thank you enough for letting me be here this summer, i know we’re going to have so much fun.” you pull her into a hug.
“that we are!” she says, pulling away. “i mean hot girl summer, remember?”
“exactly that!” you both cackle, doing the handshake that you both learnt when you were both just little girls in school.
“i’m going to leave you here and see how the boys are doing with your overwhelming amount of bags, and you can just meet me downstairs at the pool in, ill say maybe an hour?”
you nod. “definitely! i’m going to take a quick shower because the drive here was long, and ill meet you by the pool, if i can even find where it is.” you laugh.
“okay then how about i meet you here in an hour so i can show you where the pool is because id hate for you to get lost on your first day here!” janet giggles.
“yes, that’ll be amazing.” you open your door, stepping inside. “thank you again, janet.” you say, before closing your door and realising that you may have fucked up by coming here.
because the whole time you were speaking to janet, the only person who was on your mind was michael freaking jackson.
“so…” randy smirks, leaning against your car with his arms crossed.
michael looks up at his younger brother in confusion. “what?”
“so what do you think about pretty girl… janet’s friend.”
michael shrugs, “nothing? i don’t even know her.”
“oh but i bet you wanna know her.” randy laughs.
michael scrunches up his face, “no i don’t. she’s not my friend, why would i want to get to know her? stop being stupid randy.”
“well she obviously likes you.” randy says, raising his eyebrow. “pretty girl never even gave me a second glance when she saw you.”
“she has a name.” michael huffs, crossing his arms.
“ohhhh!” randy cackles, pushing his brothers shoulder. “you don’t like me calling her that do you? getting a bit protective aren’t you mikey?”
“oh shut up.” michael mumbles, feeling his face start to burn up.
“just admit that you like her.” randy states.
“i don’t know her, randy. how can i like someone i don’t know?” michael exclaims, getting frustrated by his little brothers pestering.
“so you’re saying you don’t find her attractive?”
“i— i don’t…”
randy laughs at his brother fumbling over his own words.
“it’s okay to find a girl pretty mikey.” randy snickers, finding this whole situation comical.
michael’s face now feels hot to touch, because he does find you attractive, more than attractive and this is the first time he’s ever met you. so how on earth is he going to handle spending the whole summer with you?
“what are you guys just doing standing there?” michael hears janet call from the open door.
“we’re talkin!” randy yells back.
“well less talking and more carrying these bags upstairs for my girl!” janet stomps back into the house.
“i swear sometimes i wonder who’s worse, her or mother.” randy shakes his head, doing exactly what his baby sister is asking him to do.
michael on the other hand is distracted by you. the way you showed up in tiny tank top, showing a sliver of your smooth stomach, and jeans that hugged your arse so perfectly that he wonders if they were painted on.
he sighs in frustration, annoyed by his own mind.
he shouldn’t be thinking this way about another woman, especially not a woman that’s the same age as his damn sister.
but for some reason he can’t, his mind is engraved with the thought of you.
for the past couple of days, all you and janet have been doing is lazing around by the pool, painting each others nails, shopping, gossiping about ex boyfriends, and just having fun.
you never thought hayvenhurst could be this welcoming, and have such a homey feeling. and you also didn’t expect janet to be correct about the mansion being big enough that you won’t even see her brothers or anyone else for that matter, because you’ve actually hardly seen them.
this is only your second week here so far, and you’ve only caught a tiny glimpse of marlon when he was on his way out to a date, but that’s it.
it’s like they all have their own seperate bubbles in the estate and only come out when they feel like it.
that’s why it was such a shock that when you decided to come into the kitchen late at night to grab a bottle of water, you found michael sitting on a stool at the island, with a notebook and a glass of orange juice.
you nearly run back out of the kitchen and back to your room because not only is the one person who you can’t get out of your mind less than ten feet away but also because you’re alone… with him.
a man who has been in your dreams for as long as you can remember and now he’s just there, right in your reach.
you’re probably going to embarrass yourself again.
he still hasn’t noticed you by the door way, too busy scribbling down notes.
“hi.” you mumble, stepping into the kitchen and making a beeline straight for the fridge.
michael’s head pops up at the sound of your smooth, velvety voice and immediately takes in what you’re wearing. he tries not to let his eyes wander, but it’s hard to stay focused when he can make out your tiny pyjama shorts, that look like they just about cover your arse.
he clears his throat, ridding his mind of those filthy thoughts. “hi.” his mouth forms a tight lipped smile, before he ducks his head back down and tries to concentrate on his notebook filled with unfinished lyrics.
you feel a small pang of hurt in your chest at the feeling of being dismissed. you get it, you’re just a regular girl who happens to be his sisters bestfriend and also staying in his home for the summer, but he doesn’t even care that you’re here, at all.
honestly why would he? he probably has hundreds of women fawning over him and you think that out of all of them, you’ll be the one to catch his attention.
ugh, you hate that you’re so delusional and you hate that you can’t get him out of your fucking head.
“sorry.” you apologise, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. “m’ just here to get water, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” you give him the same tight lipped smile that he gave you and start to make your way out of the kitchen.
“it’s okay.” his soft voice, stops you immediately. “you didn’t disturb me.”
you turn around immediately at his words, biting your bottom lip.
“are you not tired?” you ask, mentally face palming at the question. you just got an invitation to carry on a conversation with your biggest obsession and the first thing you ask him is that? “im sorry, that’s not what i meant, i mean… its late and you’re not in bed like everyone else.” you shrug.
you should really stop speaking. because it’s like the more you speak, the more embarrassing shit comes out your mouth.
michael let’s put a soft chuckle. “it’s okay. i find it hard to sleep at night sometimes, so instead of sleeping, i write down all the ideas that keep me up.”
you nod in understanding.
“why aren’t you sleeping?” you see him raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips and how he easily flipped the question back onto you.
“i- i was sleeping!” you sputter out.
“yet you’re here standing in front of me.” your mouth widens in shock at his bold words.
he normally seems so shy and secluded but you didn’t know that he could be so bold and dare you say, funny?
before you knew it you found yourself on the stool right beside him, talking, laughing and joking around like life long friends.
“you’re so funny!” you laugh, after recovering from a laugh attack that he just gave you. you swear you probably have abs from how hard he’s made you laugh.
he shrugs, a wide smile on his face.
and that’s when you realise that it’s already later than it was before, and you are getting a bit tired.
you yawn for what feels like the twentieth time, and that’s when michael realises you should probably go to bed.
he stands up, stretching out his legs. “c’mon.” he holds out his hand so you can help you off of the stool even though he doesn’t have to. but he is a gentleman after all. “you need to go to bed. you’re practically falling asleep sitting up.”
“i do.” you yawn. “i really enjoyed talking to you tonight mikey.” you give him a tired smile.
“mikey?” he raises a brow.
“yeah. short for michael, do you not like that?” you ask, wondering if you’ve overstepped a line. you may have just spoken to him for an hour straight but you’re still practically a nobody to him.
“i like when you say it.” he says, causing heat to creep up the back of your neck.
was that him just flirting with you?
“okay.” you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “ill call you that more often then.” you smile, grabbing your unopened bottle of water.
“goodnight mikey.” you whisper, leaving him standing at the kitchen island all by himself.
as you walk out of the kitchen, michael takes a deep breath.
he never wanted this. it was okay at first because he thought he could keep himself busy and avoid you. but now that he’s heard your laugh, heard your sassy comebacks, saw the way you looked so relaxed in his presence… he just may have fucked up.
because now he has to have you.
you and michael have sort of made a routine since that one night you both spent talking in the kitchen. it happened once, then again, then again until every single night after that, you found yourself in that kitchen talking to michael about how your day went, what you and janet got up too etc. and he did the same, talking to you about his demo’s that he showed quincy, telling you about how he went to visit a children’s hospital with bill so he could give them toys and read them stories.
you never thought you could become even more obsessed with someone. but michael is genuinely one of a kind. he’s quirky, has a good soul, loves to compliment you. at this point you’ll consider him your friend.
you remember trying to hide it from janet the first night but she saw underneath all of your lies and is aware that you want michael jackson… badly.
she wastes no time with teasing you about him every chance she gets, like now.
“i can practically see you drooling.” janet snickers.
you gasp, hitting her softly on her arm.
“that was so loud, what if he hears!” you exclaim, looking over at the pool where michael and his brothers are relaxing.
“oh please, he’s already staring at you.”
your neck snaps towards michael, who’s laying on a float, with his shirt unbuttoned and swim shorts. you can’t exactly see if he’s looking at you since he’s wearing his shades, and marlon seems to be saying something to him. but with the way his head is pointed in your direction, you can’t exactly rule out the fact that he might be looking at you.
you lean back on your sunbed, scoffing. “why would he even be staring at me?”
“because he likes you, and you unfortunately like him.” she makes a face in disgust, still trying to get over the fact that you have a massive crush on her brother.
you laugh, “it’s not unfortunate, he’s cute. really cute.”
she pretends to gag at your words. “okay i can just about deal with you having a crush on my brother, but i can’t and won’t sit here and listen to you absolutely drool over him.”
“you started it. you should’ve never said anything.” you say, watching the way randy jumps into the pool, splashing everyone even you a bit.
“damn it, randy.” janet yells, wiping her arms off with her towel that was hung at the back of her sunbed.
“that’s what happens when you girls refuse to get in the pool.” randy grins.
“im tanning.” janet holds up her middle finger, before settling back and closing her eyes.
“what about you pretty girl, you wanna come in the pool with us.” you laugh at the nickname randy has given you, because unfortunately from the first day he met you and he called you that, it’s seemed to have stuck.
“sure.” you shrug, taking off your shades and plopping them on your sunbed.
janet lifts her shades up and gives you a cheeky wink.
“stop it.” you laugh, taking off your cover up that’s wrapped around your waist.
you slip into the pool, and right away you’re getting splashed with water from randy.
“randy!” you squeal, splashing water back at him.
you shriek, swimming to the edge of the pool coincidentally next to michael and his float.
“quit it.” michael says to randy, when he sees you trying to get away from him.
“oh you hiding behind mikey now?” randy smirks, when you hide behind michael’s float.
your smile is so big that you’re surprised your cheeks ain’t aching, “i thought i was going to have a peaceful swim in the pool not for you to try and drown me!” you joke.
“that’s why i never go in the pool with them boys!” janet shouts from her sunbed.
“you could’ve warned me!” you shout back, still clutching onto the edge of michael’s float who is laying there unfazed by this whole thing.
“it’s okay pretty, ill get you back next time.” randy gives you a wink before getting absolutely dunked by marlon.
“and that’s what he gets.” michael whispers to himself but you overhear it.
“hey!” you look up at him, brushing some of your wet curls out of your face.
“hey,” he says softly, smiling down at you.
michael tracks the way you bite your lip nervously before opening up your mouth to speak.
“were you watching me over there?” you grin.
“i was.” he says, honestly.
“why?” you question, putting both of your hands on his float, right near his shoulder.
“‘cause you’re pretty.” your heart speeds up at his choice of words.
“you think so?” you ask boldly, you have no idea where this surge of boldness has came from.
“mhm.” he hums, his gaze dropping to your lips. a sudden silence takes over and you realise that your faces are much closer than they were before.
“will yall just kiss already!” marlon shouts, from across the pool.
the tension snaps, you both looking in marlon’s direction.
“that’s what im saying!” janet shouts, making you duck your head in embarrassment.
“you guys are annoying.” michael mutters, settling back onto his float. you were so entranced by him that you never realised that he was leaned over his float just so he could be close to you.
you shriek, when randy catches you off guard yet again with a splash of water.
“you know what!” you shake your head, deciding to splash him back with everything you got.
“wait wait— pretty m’sorry!” he pleads, when you don’t stop.
“that’s what you get!” you laugh, you look back at michael’s float after being distracted by randy for so long, only to see that his float is empty and he’s making his way back inside with a towel on his shoulder.
“where’s he going?” you ask, “it’s still hot outside?”
“he might be jealous...” marlon says, raising a brow towards you and randy.
“huh?” you ask, seeing randy and marlon laughing. “why would michael be jealous?”
“pretty girl, have you not seen the way he looks at you? that man is obsessed!”
you give randy a look in utter confusion. “i- we… we’re friends, i think? i mean i- i find him cute but he hasn’t made any move that suggests he feels the same about me?” you just about sputter out your words, heat creeping up your neck at the thought that michael may feel the same way about you.
he did call you pretty, so maybe that might mean something. but so does randy and there’s nothing romantic about that?
janet says your name with a groan, sitting up on her sunbed. “babe i love you, i really do but you’re acting really stupid right now.”
“what?” you exclaim.
“he likes you!” marlon says, “you really thought this whole time that this was him just being friendly?”
“yeah!” you shrug. “he’s a nice guy!”
“oh my god.” janet throws her hands in the air, dramatically. “girl you better get your butt in that house and search for your man.”
you nearly choke at her words, “he’s not my man!”
“well he wants to be, and i know you want him to be exactly that, so stop acting like you don’t!” janet says, you stay in the pool, staring at her and her brothers in utter bewilderment.
janet says your name, “go!”
you blink away your nerves, swallowing nervously and getting out of the pool with randy’s help.
“make sure he’s not too mad at me aight, i just wanted to give you both a little push,” randy winks at you, sending you into the hayvenhurst mansion in search of michael.
“michael!” you yell, wrapping your towel around your waist.
you check in the kitchen, no sight of him.
you check the living room, nope, not there.
you remember janet saying that his room is on the same floor as yours, just the last door down the hall, so you decide to trust her words and find his room.
you get to his door, knocking on it a few times. “michael! are you in there?” you ask.
“mikey!” you knock again, not hearing an answer.
you go to knock again, but the door opens revealing michael who looks utterly pissed.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this furious before, and you want to know why.
“can i come in?” you question, when he just stands at the door in silence.
he steps to the side, letting you come into his room. you look around, seeing albums and vinyls everywhere.
pictures and post it notes stuck to every wall, his room basically looks like a studio booth, just with a bed in the middle.
you turn around when you realise he’s still silent behind you.
“michael what’s wrong?” you ask him, sitting on the couch that’s opposite his bed.
“nothing.” he shrugs. “you didn’t need to come and look for me.”
“well i do because you’re brothers were saying that you were upset, did i do something?”
michael looks at you, really looks at you and sees the desperation in your eyes.
“you did nothing, there’s nothing wrong.” he repeats himself, sitting on the edge of his bed.
you sigh, standing up and sitting beside him. “mikey…” you whisper, trying to amp yourself up so you can ask him the question. you are hoping that janet, randy and marlon aren’t setting you up because if they are, what you’re about to say will be embarrassing. “were you jealous seeing me with randy?”
michael’s head snaps up, and the look in his eyes tells it all. “yes. i was.” he admits, truthfully.
your mouth opens in shock at his words, because they were right. janet, marlon and randy were right, he does feel the same way about you.
“i— i hated seeing you two laugh with each other, or the way he kept on calling you pretty girl and—” before you can stop yourself you lean up and press a deep kiss on his lips, stopping him from speaking. after the initial shock of the kiss vanishes, michael closes his eyes, his hand coming up to the back of your head so he can deepen the kiss.
you let out a small whimper in the kiss when michael gently pushes you down onto the bed so he’s now on top of you. you grip onto his unbuttoned shirt, pulling his mouth harder against yours, as you let his tongue push past your lips. the kiss is desperate, messy, filled with heat and lust. but at this point you don’t care, this is all you’ve needed from when you first saw him.
he breaks away from the kiss panting, his forehead dropping against yours. you give him a few light pecks, not wanting your lips to leave his.
“you don’t have to be jealous.” you pant, your hand coming up to tangle in his curls. “because all ive wanted is you.” this time michael is the one kissing you, his mouth shifting into a grin, kissing you like he just the thought of you makes him hungry.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body more firmly on top of yours. you gasp in his mouth, when you feel something thick and heavy pressed against your stomach.
michael realises, breaking away from the kiss and looking down to see a massive tent in his swim shorts. you immediately see the embarrassment on his face. “m’sorry,” he sits up and covers his face. “you— you just drive me insane and you’re so pretty and…”
“mikey.” you say, sitting up and pulling his hands from his face.
“it’s okay.” you smile, biting your bottom lip. you put your hand over his bulge, giving it a squeeze.
michael groans, dropping his head back.
“baby…” he moans, just by the light touch of your hand.
“do you want this?” you question.
“yes.” michael says quickly when your hand goes into his shorts, finding his hot and heavy length. “ive never… fuck,” he curses when you wrap your hand around him, your fingers not even touching all the way, “ive never done this before.”
him saying that shocks you because he’s older than you by a couple years, and while you’ve had boyfriends and have fucked a few times… he hasn’t.
you’ll be lying if you say that you being his first doesn’t make you wet.
“that’s okay.” you whisper, climbing off the bed and getting on your knees right in front of him. you pull him out of his shorts fully, gawking at the length and thickness of him.
“baby, you don’t have to—” michael groans, his eyes rolling back when you wrap your warm mouth around his fat tip. you open your mouth wider, trying to get as much of him in your mouth as possible.
you bob your head up and down, humming at the taste of him.
“oh…” he pants, swallowing hard when you look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. “this feels so good.”
you hum, opening your legs a little wider, your clit throbbing just from you sucking him off.
you take him into your mouth deeper, gagging when his tip reaches the back of your throat. you come off his dick with a pop, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting all the pre cum that’s oozing out.
michael bucks his hips, when you put him back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bopping your head faster.
you feel his dick twitch in your throat, knowing that he’s so close, “oh gosh…baby!” michael whines. his mouth falling open in utter bliss.
“wait, wait!” michael pants, gently using your hair to pull you off of him.
you look up at him, spit dribbling down your chin, your eyes glossy with lust.
“come here,” michael says, pulling you up from your position on your knees.
“wha— mphhh!” michael kisses you, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue and pulls you onto his lap so you’re right above his throbbing length.
“wanna feel you.” he mumbles against your lips. you nod, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and feeling your wetness coating your fingers. you reach behind you, raising yourself up as high as you can, feeling his tip breach your entrance.
your mouth falls open, feeling the delicious stretch of his tip pushing inside of you.
michael pushes his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his moans.
you push your self down slowly, taking in every single thick inch of his length.
once you’re fully seated you pull michael’s face towards you, connecting your lips in a messy kiss.
you hold his face, staring into his eyes when you raise yourself up right to the tip and then drop yourself back down.
you moan, finding a steady rhythm and loving the feeling of his thickness stretching you open every time you reach the hilt of him.
“you feel so good,” michael gasps, leaning back on his hands and watching the way your pussy swallows him.
“hmm… so big. you’re so big.” you whine, bouncing faster and feeling that warm heat low in your stomach.
michael grips onto your hips, laying his back down on the mattress fully, even though his feet are still pressed on the floor.
you grind your hips, rubbing your clit and feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.
gripping your hips tighter, michael starts thrusting up into you, throwing his head back at the utter tightness and warmth of your cunt.
he swears he’s never felt such pleasure before in his life.
you shatter above him, flopping onto his chest, hearing his almost broken moans, while his thrusts quicken until you feel him push his whole length into you, feeling the warmth of his seed burst into your womb.
“holy shit.” is the first thing you hear, after the ringing in your ears subside.
you look up at him with a dazed smile, seeing how fucked out he looks.
his curls are sticking to his head, his eyes are completely glossed over. dare you say that he looks… reborn.
“i didn’t expect that to happen when i just came up here to check if you were okay.” you giggle, dropping your head back onto his chest.
“me neither.” he chuckles, “but im glad it happened.”
“really?” you say.
“definitely. ive been wanting to do that since i saw you.”
you hide your face in his neck, feeling embarrassed after you’ve already rode the fuck out of him.
“mikey.” you giggle.
he drops his head down, giving you a kiss on your temple. “im serious though, i didn’t like the way randy was all over you.”
you laugh, “he said he was just doing that so he could give us a little push and now you have to thank him because it worked!” you gesture between the two of you.
“nah i ain’t ever thanking that big head.” michael grins, rubbing a hand up your back.
you smile, leaning up to kiss him deeply.
who knew staying at your bestfriend’s home would have you shackling up with her older brother.
“you think they’re both okay up there? should i go and check on her?” janet asks her brother’s, who have long since came out of the pool and are just playing catch with a beach ball.
marlon snickers, shaking his head. “if you know what’s better for you baby sis, you better leave that girl alone until tomorrow morning. she ain’t coming down anytime soon.”
randy laughs, shaking marlon’s hand.
janet’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at what they’re getting at. after a couple moments of thinking it over, she nearly throws up at the thought. “ew gross! don’t be saying that marlon!” she shouts, throwing a towel at his head.
“you did ask!” marlon cackles.
“yeah right!” janet pouts, knowing that as disgusting as it is, marlon is right and now she’s unfortunately going to have to share you with michael.
because knowing you and knowing michael, you both aren’t letting each other go.
michael jackson!bad era 𝑥 𝒇!model reader ╱ you in a silk nightgown in front of your vanity removing your makeup while michael lies in bed watching you lovingly.
contains fluff, horny flirting, cunnilingus, fingering & heavy smut, so minors KEEP SCROLLING.ᐟ
𝓉here was something almost hypnotizing about the way you stood in front of the vanity in nothing but silk and perfume. it was cluttered with makeup wipes, expensive perfume bottles, and gold jewelry carelessly tossed aside.
michael thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. it had him in a trance while he lay against the pillows behind you, completely incapable of taking his eyes off you.
“baby,” michael said from the bed, watching your reflection through the vanity mirror.
“hm?” you cooed.
“you’re real pretty, y’know that?”
you couldn’t help but bat your lashes at your boyfriend through the reflection, a smile spreading across your face.
“oh stop it, you.” you were practically melting from his tender gaze.
“what,” he chuckled, “i’m serious.”
you rolled your eyes playfully at his attempts at flirting, knowing damn well how easy you always fell for it. the only sound to be heard throughout the room was the bracelets clinking on your wrist as you applied the moisturizer to your skin and the city bustling over a soft ronettes record you had playing. you leaned in a bit closer to the mirror to apply your vanilla flavored lip gloss—specifically the one michael really likes.
you noticed how quiet he got, peering back at him again to find him fidgeting with the silver rings around his fingers. michael sank slightly deeper into the pillows, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip as his eyes followed your every movement, admiring you lovingly. you caught his eyes drifting down to your chest that glistened in the light from the body oil you applied prior, causing you to smirk because you knew exactly what he was doing.
“you gonna keep starin’ at me like that?” you whispered, placing the lipgloss down while your eyes never left his.
michael’s eyes flickered back up to yours through the mirror, a crooked smile slowly pulling at his lips like he’d just been caught red handed.
“depends,” he murmured.
“on what?”
“on if you’re gonna keep lookin’ this pretty in front of me.”
you let out a quiet laugh beneath your breath, shaking your head while reaching for your brush again. “you’re unbelievable.” you couldn’t help the sensation he brought you with his sly words.
“mhm,” he hummed absentmindedly, though he clearly wasn’t listening anymore.
your movements slowed slightly as you watched him push himself up from the bed out of the corner of your eye. the mattress dipped quietly before his footsteps crossed the suite, slow and unhurried. your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast at the realization he was walking toward you.
michael stopped behind you, close enough for you to catch the warmth radiating from his body almost immediately. one of his hands settled lightly against the vanity beside you while the other found your waist with familiarity.
“michael,” you whispered with a smile, though it came out far less composed than intended.
“what?” he grinned innocently, lowering his head slightly near your shoulder.
you could see him perfectly through the reflection now. the dark curls hanging loosely near his face, the silver rings glinting beneath the warm bedroom lights, the way his eyes shamelessly wandered over you before returning back to your lips.
his fingertips traced slowly against the silky material hugging your waist, almost absentmindedly. “can you blame me?” he murmured. “been sittin’ over there tryin’ real hard to behave myself.”
your breath caught in your throat at the confession.
“oh really?” you teased quietly.
michael laughed under his breath before he started leaving a trail of lingering kisses from behind your ear and down your freshly perfumed neck.
“mhm,” he said between kisses, “you’re not makin’ it easy.”
your stomach went all in knots over the way he pampered you with his affection. he swiftly moved your hair to rest on your other shoulder before his hands started feeling down the lace hem of the night gown to your bare thighs. you watched him in the reflection with heavy eyes, his gaze briefly locking onto yours before his kisses traveled down to your shoulder—god he couldn’t get enough of your scent.
in a careful movement he turned you around to face him, taking a moment to appreciate you in all your beauty.
“may i kiss you?” he asked under his breath. no matter how impatient he was to slip that little piece of satin off of you, he was still gentlemanly which made your heart melt every time even though the answer was always yes.
you gave him an affirming nod with a small smile as he leaned in, embracing you with his long arms. it was deeply passionate, not rushing. he wanted to take his time with you, you were his safe haven.
after a few minutes, he led you to your queen bed and laid you down on the mattress, being careful not to let you down too hard with a hand on the back of your head. his tenderness toward you just made you even needier for him.
you pulled him on top of you, him now kneeling between your legs. warm kisses trailed down your neck again, you could feel how impatient he was with how hungrily he was attacking your skin with small nips. your hands felt up his back as his felt up your thighs, grazing the tiny piece of cotton you had underneath your nightgown which caused you to shiver beneath him.
he pulled away from your neck to murmur in your ear, “this okay, doll?” his fingers hooked around your panties, drawing circles with his thumbs on your bare skin.
you cupped his face with one hand and nodded, “yes my love.”
and with that, he slowly pulled them down and over your feet, watching your facial expressions as you watched his movements. you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to pull him back, a boyish grin on display. you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, just from how handsome he looked in the moody lighting.
his mouth met yours once again, the same hungry passion from before. you groaned against him as you ached for his touch.
“someone’s needy.” michael teased in between your guys’ lips as his hands explored your figure once more, knowing how sensitive you were to his touch, before guiding your legs to spread for him. your hands ran underneath his shirt, your nails lightly dragging against his warm skin, a pleased hum buzzed through his lips. you felt his hard member through his pants against your sensitive core.
“please..” you couldn’t help but plead for a bit of ease from the ache between your legs.
“what’s wrong, mama?” he purred as he kissed against your collar bone now, “use your words.”
you hesitated at first as his eyes were glued to your face. he made you so unbelievably nervous underneath him, but he was so convincing and assuring.
“please touch me..” you mumbled. your hands were ahold of his biceps, lightly squeezing them the more you craved some sort of touch from him.
he smiled at your shy obedience but gave in very easily, knowing those little noises you make are one of his biggest weaknesses. your wish was his command. his hands moved painfully slow down your body and up your night gown, giving each of your breasts attention with lingering squeezes. your thighs squeezed a bit against michael’s torso and he loved it. he loved seeing the effect he had on you. but you hated how much he teased with his slow movements.
finally, one of his hands traveled down your stomach and over your heat, his middle finger slipping in between your folds and circling it lazily. you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the mattress from the pleasure of having some sort of friction now. michael watched you in awe as his middle finger and ring finger swirled around your clit, a sweet moan slipping from your lips. you looked so beautiful unfolding from his touch, your breathing uneven and your legs unable to stay still.
your hips slightly elevated against his fingers, craving more when he moved his hand away from you. this snapped you back to reality as your gaze drifted back to his, chest rising up and down from your quickened heartbeat.
“i gotta taste you, sweetheart.” he said with a lick of his lips and began moving down, his face hovering over your clothed torso before meeting your lower abdomen. his hands carefully pulled your nightgown up towards above your hips, his gaze still fixed on yours. your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched him, his hands slowly spreading your thighs apart once more before his face buried between them.
he gave your sensitive bud a few licks before sucking on it slowly. your fingers combed through his hair, moving a few pieces away from his face as harmonious yet filthy noises escaped your lips. his tongue swirled around it and paired it with a suck while his fingers rubbed your lubricated hole, teasing it a bit.
“fuck, baby,” you sucked in a breath from the magic of his mouth on your clit, bucking your hips slightly.
“mm, so needy just for me.” he mumbled against you before easily slipping his middle finger inside of you, the work of his tongue never stopping. you whined quietly as your gummy walls squeezed against his finger. this alone was enough to make michael get off, your sweet moans and how wet you were made him so weak.
he pumped it in and out at a steady pace before slipping in another, carefully stretching your hole to fit both his fingers. your head was turned the other direction, but michael didn’t like this. when he saw that you were looking away, he took his free hand and got a grip on your chin to turn you to face him. your hands grabbed at the freshly done—now ruined—bedsheets as your eyebrows knit together in pleasure. a low satisfied moan escaped his lips at the sight of your satisfaction.
his pace quickened as you got louder, he loved how much you didn’t care one bit if the neighbors heard you—unlike him.
he could feel you getting close the more you squeezed around his fingers and the more you started getting whinier. this caused him to carefully remove his fingers as a tiny cry slipped from your throat.
“why’d you stop?” your breath hitched as your eyes flickered back to him.
he sat up for a moment to undo his belt buckle and remove his button up, “i’m sorry, doll,” he planted a kiss on your lips, “i just need to be inside of you.” his voice oozed desperateness as he slipped off his undergarments. you hummed and wrapped your legs around him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the both of you watching as he slowly slipped inside of you.
a breathy “fuck.” came from michael’s mouth with a low groan as he pushed further inside of you. your shaky hands found his back, nails grabbing at his skin as he moved in and out, slowly at first, but picked his pace up shortly after.
his face hid in the crook of your neck as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the headboard knocking against the wall and both of your sweet moans filling the room.
you turned your head to face him and enveloped his lips with yours desperately, his nails now digging into the flesh of your hips as his hips continued driving into you, a much faster and deeper pace now.
“you’re taking me so well,” michael whimpered as your pussy sucked him in and in all the most addicting ways. the angelic noises that danced against your lips became higher pitched while his thrusts quickened even more—he was close and so were you.
your fingers moved to your clit which caught michael’s eye and nearly destroyed him.
“mm, yes,” he uttered as he pulled away from the kiss to watch you, “play with yourself- just like that-“ he pleaded while your fingers rubbed the bud back and forth. the immense pleasure took over you, a knot forming in your stomach while your legs locked around michael’s torso.
“im gonna cum, baby-“ you choked out between whimpers as he pounded you relentlessly.
“me too, angel.” he huffed as his dick twitched inside of you, the squelching sounds of your arousal mixed with his precum as he continued. “please- please cum for me honey.” he whined as his thrusts became more sloppy.
with a few more thrusts, you were sent over the edge with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock, the prettiest moans filling his ears. he drove one last thrust into you with a sweet cry before he released his seed inside of you.
your bodies stayed entangled together for a moment as the both of you caught your breath before you unwrapped your thighs from him. he couldn’t take his eyes off of your flustered state which caused you to cover your face.
“uht-uhh,” he giggled quietly and uncovered your face, “i want to see you.” he insinuated as he looked at you with such admiration. and you did the same, caressing his damp face, “you’re such a doo-doo head.” you joked with a small laugh.
“so are you.” he joked back, resting his head on your chest with the duvet covers now rested on top of the both of you. you placed a soft kiss to his forehead while dragging your nails up and down across his bare back, which helped him drift off to sleep. and not too long after, so did you.
