𑣲 michael jackson x black!f!reader
synopsis: you and michael are enjoying a relaxing vacation in san juan, puerto rico. after a peaceful morning yoga session on the beach and a fun day in the sun, a few drinks at a beachside bar lead to a very intimate night back in your resort room.
warnings: unprotected p in v oral ( f!m!receiving ) softdom!michael sub!reader cussing ( once? i think )
you and michael had landed in san juan, puerto rico, late yesterday evening. the warm, refreshing air greeted you as you stepped off the private plane, you’d convinced michael to stay at a resort, despite his initial protests about wanting something less touristy. your persuasion won out, and now you were settled into a luxurious beachfront resort, surrounded by swaying palms and endless activities to choose from.
after a beautiful and delicious breakfast together, you both got ready for the day’s first activity. michael, obsessed with yoga ever since picking it up a while back, insisted on a sunrise session on the beach with an instructor.
for today,you opted for a vibrant two-piece set: a bandeau-style strapless top and a high-waisted, flowing maxi skirt, both in brightorange and tropical yellow. gold jewelry; hoops, a delicate necklace, and bangles caught the light, paired with yellow and orange flip-flops. for this trip, you’d decided to wear your natural curls, knowing they were michael’s favorite.
you admired your beautiful figure in the mirror, the colors popping against yourskin, until michael emerged from the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you. he walked up, licked his lips, and grabbed your hand, turning you to face him.
you smiled, doing as told, twirling slowly. he mumbled something under his breath, and once you faced him again, he pulled you close, kissing your neck and trailing down your arm, muttering after each kiss, “beautiful… beautiful… beautiful.”
you smiled sheepishly. “thank you, sweetheart. now let me see what you have on.”
you pulled back to see michael wearing the tropical-patterned shorts from the matching set you’d bought him, but paired with a plain white t-shirt. your smile dropped in confusion.
“where’s the matching shirt?”
“it was tacky. i didn’t like it.”
“no it was not! michael, go put the shirt on so i can see.”
he didn’t feel like arguing, so he listened, retreating to the bathroom to change. he returned, the bright design clashing with the sandals on his unusually large feet, which you adored. you studied him for a moment.
“oh, maybe you’re right. you can take it off.”
“see? i told you,” he said, coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you. “i would’ve worn it if it looked good. trust me.”
you placed a quick kis on his lips before pulling away and grabbing the bag with your yoga mats. “okay. let’s go.”
the two of you walked out of the hotel room hand in hand, the tropical breeze brushing your skin as you headed to the beach. the yoga spot was filling with others, and you noticed no one seemed to recognize michael. back in the states, his growing status meant mobs of fans crowding you both, but here in puerto rico, you felt free to enjoy yourselves without interruption.
a few minutes later, a tall man in an orange uniform shirt and khaki shorts approached, a yellow yoga mat rolled under his arm. “good morning, everyone. welcome. my name is antonio, and i’ll be guiding you through our sunrise yoga practice today.”
the group on the beach greeted antonio warmly. “as we begin, settle into a comfortable position on your mats. close your eyes if that feels safe. place your palms on your knees, and inhale deeply through your nose… and exhale through your mouth. let that breath carry away whatever you don’t need this morning.”
you and michael laid your mats down, sitting cross-legged and following antonio’s instructions. the sound of waves blended with his calm voice. “this practice isn’t about pushing or forcing. it’s about presence, awareness, and kindness toward yourself. so move at your own pace, listen to your body, and let this time be a gift to you.”
the yoga session allowed you to stretch your body and calm your mind, michael’s steady breathing beside you grounding you further. when it ended, you both returned to your room to drop off the mats and grab your beach bag. you spent hours on the sand, swimming in the warm ocean, laughing, and soaking up the sun until dusk settled in. as you prepared to head back, a resort staff member who’d been especially helpful during your stay offered to take your belongings to your room. michael gratefully accepted the kind gesture.
in the distance, you spotted a beachside bar you hadn’t yet visited. you asked him if he wanted to go to the bar before calling it a night. he agreed, and you both wandered over, the night air thick with warmth and possibility.
the bar was alive with the clink of glasses, colorful cocktails glowing under the dim lights. you and michael sipped your drinks, the rum-heavy concoctions warming your blood. well beyond thirty minutes, the alcohol had the both of (mostly you) buzzing, hands wandering freely. you leaned into michael’s ear, whispering the dirtiest things as you rubbed the crotch of his shorts, feeling him harden beneath your teasing touch. he warned you. but you kept on, pushing his limits until he’d had enough. he snatched you up, practically dragging you back to the hotel, his grip firm and urgent.
as soon as he locked the door, he stripped you of your clothing, the orange and yellow set falling to the floor with a soft rustle. he laid you down on the bed, his lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a wet, needy sound. your hands glided through his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss grew messier, lips smacking softly, the air thick with desire. he pulled back, and you couldn’t meet his eyes behind his shades.
he leaned down between your legs, looking up for permission to remove your panties. you nodded reverently, and he snickered, shaking his head as he pulled them down, the fabric whispering against your skin. he marveled at your bare folds, slick and glistening under the dim hotel light. his thumb brushed over your clit, the wet sound of your arousal loud in the quiet room, drawing a soft moan from your lips.
“oh… you’re so wet,” he murmured, his thumb circling slowly, the slick, squelching noises growing louder as your hips rocked to his rhythm. your breath hitched, a needy whimper escaping your plump lips.
“all for you,” you moaned. “it’s all yours.”
he snickered. “all mine?” he sped up the pace, the wet sounds intensifying as he kissed your stomach, lips smacking against your skin. “yes, baby, all yours. i promise.”
he hummed, replacing his thumb with his mouth, the first touch of his tongue on your clit sending a jolt through you. his hands gripped your hips, pinning you as he sucked your clit, circling it with slow, deliberate licks. the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth were obscene, mingling with your gasps. “yes, michael,” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he worked you, his tongue dragging slowly along every crevice, savoring you with slick, teasing strokes.
“oh my god. yes, michael. don’t stop,” you begged, voice breaking as pleasure built, tears pricking your eyes.
he took his time, drawing you to the edge with agonizing precision, the wet noises of his mouth relentless.
“fuck, i’m gonna come,” you gruffed, gripping the sheets, body trembling. but just as your orgasm neared, michael pulled away, leaving you aching and frustrated.
your eyes snapped open, frustration etched on your face. he stood there, licking his lips, shades hiding his gaze. defiant, you took matters into your own hands, fingers sliding to your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you stared at the bulge in his shorts.
the wet, squelching sounds of your fingers teasing your entrance filled the room, your choked moans growing louder. “it feels so good,” you gasped, locking eyes with his through his shades.
“yeah? keep going then, baby,” he urged, leaning closer, lips brushing yours without kissing. you pushed your fingers inside, the slick, sloppy sounds driving you wild as you worked yourself, eyes never leaving his. the shades turned you on even more, their mystery fueling your desire.
a sudden gush soaked the bed, your fingers rubbing frantically as your mouth fell open, a silent cry escaping. as your orgasm subsided, your hand fell, chest heaving, head tipping back.
michael backed away, stripping off every article of clothing, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet room. “come here,” he said, drawing your attention. you crawled to the edge of the bed, kneeling before him.
you obeyed, and he placed his thumb inside, telling you to suck. you twirled your tongue around it, the wet sounds soft and intimate. he bit his lip, pulling his thumb out to suck it himself, then grabbed your hair, tilting your face as he liked. stroking himself, he rubbed his tip across your lips, the slick pre-cum teasing your tongue. you opened wider, letting him push inside, the wet slide of his length filling your mouth as he grunted.
“fuck,” he groaned, thrusting slowly, his hand on your throat guiding the pace. the wet, rhythmic sounds of your mouth on him echoed, his moans growing louder as he watched you through his shades. when he felt his climax nearing, he pulled out, leaving you frustrated again.
“i wanted to—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss, climbing onto the bed and leaning against the headboard. his expectant look made you straddle him, grabbing his length and rubbing it against your clit and entrance, the wet, needy noises loud in the room. you bit your lip as he slid inside, your slick heat enveloping him with a soft, squelching sound.
grabbing his face, you slid his shades off slowly, revealing his dilated brown eyes, dark with desire. he gripped your hips, guiding you up and down his length, the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. “there you go,” he muttered against your temple, kissing it softly.
moving with his thrusts, eyes locked on his. his features—those captivating eyes, the stubble above his lip—drew you in, intensifying the moment. michael shifted, lifting you as he thrust deeper, the slick friction driving you wild. your hands stayed on his face, the intense eye contact pushing you closer to the edge.
he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip as he hit a spot that made you gasp. “right there. oh my god, right there,” you moaned.
“it’s right there? hm? you gonna come for me?” he teased, voice low and rough.
“yes, baby, i’m coming,” you gruffed, eyes rolling back as you nuzzled his cheek. his hands slid under your butt, guiding you to meet his thrusts, the wet, slapping sounds growing louder. your second orgasm hit hard, soaking his lap and stomach with a gush of liquid, the slick noises echoing.
knowing his climax was close, you got on your toes, riding him faster. his mouth fell open, moans louder, eyes wide with awe. he tried to lift you, but you sank down, feeling his hot release coat your insides with a final, wet thrust. you both sat there, breathless, before michael patted your back, signaling it was time to shower.
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