MUSCLES N’ ME, michael jackson.
synopsis: your very first interaction with muscles was one for the books if michael had anything to say about it, but truthfully it was everything but what anyone would expect..
content: smut mdni, this is absolute filth actually, pet names (princess, baby, pretty boy, sweet girl), muscles is present, not engaging, & oblivious, dirty talk, cursing, soft!dom michael, cunnilingus, edging, extremely detaileddd penetrative sex.
— 🪽junkie: was this inspired from this video? yes. did i let my mind run rampant? yes..
At first you wanted absolutely nothing to do with muscles.
Every instinct inside told you to keep your distance. One glimpse of the massive python draped across michael’s shoulder was enough to send your survival instincts into overdrive. Immediately finding somewhere else to be other than in that room with that reptile. You knew he wasn’t venomous and you knew michael wouldn’t dare put you in danger.
Yet none of it seemed to matter the moment muscles slithered into view, your heart instantly forgetting everything your mind already knew.
Michael noticed of course, he always did but he never laughed at you, never teased, and certainly never shamed you. He just carried muscles futher away, while reassuring you with quiet facts about the gentle giant curled comfortably around his arm.
“It’s okay.” He whispered softly, “I won’t make him come closer if you don’t want.”
“I’d never force him onto you.”
You’d watch from the doorway as muscles lazily explored michael’s arm, gliding over the sleeves of his shirt with a slow drag.
“He just likes to hold on,” Michael smiled, stroking the patterned scales with the back of his finger. “People think he’s squeezing ‘cause he’s angry or hungry.”
“But that’s just how he keeps his balance.”
“So..” you questioned curiously, “He’s basically hugging you?”
a quiet laugh escaped michael, “I guess you could say that.”
“People are usually scared because they don’t understand him.”
His hands traveled the length of muscles body with practiced ease, supporting the heavy coils before effortlessly shifting the pythons weight higher onto his forearm. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in the way michael handled him. every adjustment was careful and deliberate. Confident without ever being forceful. but in that moment those facts often fell on a deaf ears. It took weeks, no months to pass before your fear wasn’t quite overwhelming.
Somewhere along the way your fear had shifted into something far more dangerous because it wasn’t necessarily muscles you were watching anymore.
You’d found yourself lingering in the doorway whenever michael took muscles out of his enclosure. Mainly during those lazy afternoons at neverland, quiet evenings after rehearsals, or while he sat on the sofa answering interview questions with the python lazily winding around his arms.
Watching the way his hands spread beneath the weight, long fingers naturally finding the places to support him. The quiet strength in his forearms as he effortlessly repositioned several feet of of curious python without startling him. The subtle reflex beneath the sleeves of his shirt whenever muscles decided to climb a little higher.
Nothing about it looked rehearsed. It was familiar, like he’d done it a hundred times. like caring for something powerful came as naturally to him as breathing. Never demanding its obedience, just earning its trust.
And there was something so quietly captivating about it. you don’t think you’d ever quite find the word for it. Mesmerizing? Entrancing? Erotic?
Everytime muscles emerged from his enclosure, your eyes found michael before they landed on those scales. You’d tell yourself you were only staying because you were getting used to the snake.
And michael being michael, he’d eventually noticed.
He’d caught the way your gaze lingered just a bit longer of the beast weaving itself around his big hands longer than it used to. The way you watched his fingers glide over smooth scales with fascinating curiosity instead of fear.
He never said anything at first.
Not until one afternoon, as muscles rested comfortably around his shoulders, michael glancing over to find you standing closer than ever before. close enough that he didn’t even need to raise his voice.
“W-what?” your eyes widened, a nervous laugh escaping as you shook your head. “Michael…”
“I’m not worried about him.” you murmured, refusing to meet his eyes as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than the man standing in front of you.
you looked away, suddenly fascinated by the hardwood floors, “I— I don’t wanna panic..”
Without another word, michael shifted muscles into both arms, making sure every coil was comfortably supported before extending a free hand toward you. “C’mere..”
You hesitated but michael waited, never impatiently. just patiently enough that you realized he genuinely believed you’d do it when you were ready. Taking one cautious step, then another, until you stood beside him.
Closer than you ever dared while muscles was out and when muscles slowly stretched his head in your direction, a fearful instinct took over. Fingers curling around michael’s forearm, peeking around his shoulder as if the beast hadn’t been long enough to reach you.
His free hand found yours, gently uncurling your fingers from around his arm.
“Your okay,” He whispered, fingertips settling over the back of your hand. “Let’s meet him together.”
Guided by michael’s steady touch, your hand slowly reached forward until your fingertips brushed across muscles’ cool, impossibly smooth scales.
You looked down in disbelief before breaking into a smile. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“I knew you could.” Michael watched as your thumb traced another careful stroke, slipping a hand from yours for only a second, grazing along your skin, “Let’s try a little more sweet thing..”
and before you could ask what he meant, michael’s slender frame settled at your spine, familiar and impossibly distracting.
“L-like this..?” You questioned softly, your hand lifting almost on instinct before faltering midway.
The anxious rush in your chest urging you to retreat just as michael’s reassuring presence encouraged you forward. One arm reaching around yours as his big hand found yours again, guiding your fingers towards the stretch of muscles with a practiced patience.
“You don’t have to rush,” He promised, “I’ll help you..”
Every quiet word was spoken so close that that the warmth of his breath skimmed your jaw. Sending an entirely different kind of shiver through you than the one you’d been blaming on the snake. Michael unfolded your fingers until your palm rested against muscles’ broad body. Allowing the python to continue forward without so much as a flinch, smooth scales gliding beneath your hand like cool satin.
“See?” he murmured. “He’s just curious.”
“He’s more interested in exploring than anything else.”
Instinctively, though? Your hand tensed, immediately searching for michael. before panic could settle in, Michael was already there. Resting securely beneath muscles' weight while gently guiding the snake's curious head away from startling you.
"There you go,” he praised softly, watching your shoulders begin to relax. "See? You’re doing just fine.."
In that moment, you weren't sure whether he was talking to you or Muscles.
Before you knew it your fingertips had become your palm, and your palm became your hand. Each new layer of trust earned another quiet word of encouragement, another reassuring squeeze of your hand that made it difficult to remember what exactly you were supposed to be focusing on. Then his head tilted ever so slightly, brushing a linger kiss just beneath your ear.
“Your doing so good” He murmured, the praise barely louder than a breath against your skin. “Let ‘em come to you..”
The words settled somewhere far more deep than they should have. You tried, you really did try to keep your attention on muscles, but it was michael you couldn't stop watching. So secure in himself enough to just exist in the beasts space. As though he’d been born understanding exactly how to handle something so powerful.
Michael glanced up just in time to catch you staring. He knew your eyes weren’t following muscles anymore. They hadn’t been for quite some time.
You’d focused on the way his veins shift faintly beneath his skin as he held several feet of powerful python as though it weighed almost nothing at all. Every subtle flex of his forearms, every quiet expression of concentration that softened his features. Those long fingers spreading as they disappeared beneath patterned coils, before easing muscles into the crook of your forearm.
“So,” he murmured, gently scratching beneath muscles’ chin. “This is what it’s been about..hm?”
“huh? What do you mean?” Your brows knit together, your gaze reluctantly peeling away from the python at the sound of his voice, only to find Michael already looking at you as though he’d quietly uncovered every thought you’d been trying so hard to hide.
“I think you stopped being afraid of him a long time ago,” Soft brown eyes drifting to your hands resting beneath muscles before returning to your pretty face. “Its not him you’ve been watching..”
“Every time i took him out,” He chuckled to himself as the python coiled itself around his forearm. “You were never watching him very long.”
“I..I don’t know what your talking about..” You blinked, heart fluttering in your chest.
“no?” The question came with the gentlest lift of his brows. His thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of your hand as muscles continued lazily exploring your arm.
“I wondered why you kept finding reasons to stay.” A small laugh escaped him, warm and impossibly fond. “I thought you were getting used to him.”
“I didn’t realize…” Those doe eyes searched yours, his voice impossibly soft, “…It was me you were getting used to.”
The silence that followed felt impossibly loud, every beat of your heart thundering against your ribs as though it had become the only sound either of you could hear beneath the quiet weight of his attention. Suddenly, you became painfully aware of everything—the warmth lingering at your back, the steady cadence of his breathing near your ear, and the impossibly short distance separating the two of you.
“I don’t mind,” he admitted, almost shy. “In fact…”
He leaned just a fraction closer, close enough that only you could hear the next words. Like he’d stumbled upon a secret he’d secretly been hoping was true.
“I think I like having an excuse to keep you this close.”
And suddenly the python suddenly wasn’t the dangerous thing in the room anymore.
The shift from gentle snake handling to this… Thjs absolute unraveling of you beneath him was dizzying. Your legs spread, Muscles casually coiled around your thigh, thick and warm, a heavy reminder of where you both started. A stark contrast to Michael's slender fingers parting you, exposing every slick, swollen fold to his gaze.
"So beautiful," He murmured, his voice thick with want as his fingertips traced every dip along your inner thigh.
He lowered himself over you, lips brushing the softest kisses along your inner thighs, while his fingers continued their torturous exploration.
Dribbling spit onto your clit as his long fingers slid themselves through your slit. You let out the sweetest moan. “Mm, Michael..”
The sound of your voice, the way his name rolled off your lips so sweetly, made his breath catch. Your fingers swept those curls from his face, exposing him fully—his face pressed against you, hair falling loose, unravelling. Such an unusual intimacy with someone who wasn't supposed to seen unguarded.
"Sweet girl," He breathed against your skin, voice unsteady, "Don’t look at me like that,"
You whine, sinking those pearled teeth into your balmed lip. Because you loved michael’s pretty face and you loved it even more when it was buried in your pussy. Thighs tensing the moment you felt him scissoring your clit. Squeezing the sensitive bud between his fingers as he collects your slick. Your nails grazing his scalp with a breathy mewl, “Wanna see m-my pretty boy..”
Michael groaned heavily against your folds, his eyes rolling back as your nails scratched deliciously against his scalp. His handsome face resting flush against your thigh, tasting the sweetness of your arousal with every suckling kiss of your mound. Dragging his soft lips across the delicate skin while his tongue flicked out to lick away the wetness. Rubbing torturous, slick circles over your clit, tapping and squeezing that swollen bud.
“Just like that,” You cooed, hips bucking beneath him while his fingers continued their torturous exploration. “S’handsome baby..”
He obeyed. Of course he obeyed.
He breathed against your sensitive folds those wide, dark eyes peeking through his lashes, the soft curve of his jaw, the sheer tenderness that always seemed to be there as he did exactly as you asked. pausing only to look up at you, licking a slow, deliberate stripe through your folds. His hot tongue flat and wide as it stroked over your swollen bud before gathering every drop of sweetness.
“F—Feels s’goodd” You whimper, your back arch off the sheets as he dragged your lower half off the edge of the bed. Pressing your thighs flush against your chest before diving back in for another taste, sucking your clit into his mouth with a moan.
All while muscles traced your spread body, lazily exploring the great length of michael’s bed as he had his way with you. Your thighs folded against your chest, leaving you utterly exposed, your hips tilted off the mattress to give him perfect access. Exposing your soaked center to the cool air.
"Beauty and the beast, huh?" He huffed a soft, warm laugh directly against your clit, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. "You're both harmless to me."
Those rounded brown eyes met yours just as he sunk two fingers inside you without warning—slow and deep, the both of you moaning in unison at the sticky squelch of your slick swallowing his fingers alongside the burning stretch of your walls around him.
A shared moan nearly broke you both. A filthy, needy symphony that nearly made him lose his mind right then and there. Your walls clamping around his fingers like a vice, so hot and impossibly wet, mixing with the dry rustle of Muscles sliding over the sheets.
“Always so ready for me..” Reeling them back until just the pads of his fingers remained. Just to dig back into you with a twisting precision, that made you drool. “No matter how i give it hm?”
A deep stroke that made your world tilt sharply. Stomach caving in as he began sinking those slender fingers where you were neediest. That pretty face scrunched above him, lips pouting with those coils splayed against the pillows. back bowing dep as your hands desperately scrabble for something, anything and michael was utterly undone.
Tilting his head just right, lips latching onto your clit. And michael could only moan around the bud like it was the juiciest thing he'd ever tasted. Pulling it deeper into his mouth with a strong hearty suckle just before releasing it with a breathy pop. Meeting your eyes once again whenever he face dipped lower. Fucking his tongue into you with slow drags, moaning each time your walls thanked him with a wet squelch.
He was absolutely filthy for you. A pretty boy utterly wrecked. those big doe eyes looking up at you through heavy lashes, spread out for him, desperate and greedy and so incredibly wet.
Michael’s tongue was slow and deliberate, savoring every dip and curve of your pussy, every shiver you gave him. Dragging flat and slow from your slit up to that swollen bud, groaning into your slick with each greedy suck.
"You taste so good," He murmured against you, the words muffled by your body. "So fucking juicy sweetness."
Your nails dug into the pillowcases, those gorgeous brown eyes low and hazy as your insides caved around his fingers. Hips stuttering helplessly, your thighs trembling as they tried to clamp down on the face that was ruining you so thoroughly.
“Oh my fucking go—” Whimper with every desperate rock of your hips against his face. Curling his fingers deliciously into that gummy spot resting deep inside you. “Yes, Michaellll… Justtt like that baby..”
He found that perfect little ridge that made your whole body seize up, and he attacked it with slow, rhythmic curls of his fingers—each stroke hitting it dead-on making your spine bow. His nose pressed flush against you, breathing you in while peppering wet kisses along your clit.
Rising to his feet with a smirk, michael’s entire body lit up at each panting praise that fell from your lips. Slick clinging to his fingers with every steady stroke of your weeping folds. Setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, just before michael took it away. leaving behind the aching throb that had your juicy hips chase after it.
“This what you beggin’ for?” slacks dropping to the floor with a heavy thud of his belt. freeing himself to tap his thick head of your clit over and over. Mixing his beaded liquid with your slick grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me you want it.”
He'd never seen anything sexier than you reaching for pillows, arching your back deeper for to slip inside. The sound of your voice, the way his name rolled off your lips so sweetly, “Need y’so bad, p—please..”
He could barely handle the way you begged—so sweet and innocent, yet He could smell your fucking need, see it dripping down your thighs. Each time those thick thighs spread wider, those round hips tilting up.
So he’d give you exactly what you’d been asking for. Grabbing two pillows, shoving them under your hips to lift you higher before sinking himself deep inside of you. The both of releasing shaky moans into each other’s mouth “Oh—Oooh.. M-Mich..,”
“Thereee you go, there y’go princess.. So pretty when you take it..”
The sound that tore from your throats was an absolute music—high, shattered, and completely wrecked as he works you open, stretching that tight little ring of muscle until it gave way, sucking him in inch by greedy inch. reeling back until just the that bulbous flesh of him remained giving himself the perfect view of your two toned pussy.
Just to dig back into you, welcomed home with your raking nails, quaking thighs, and quivering moans. dragging heavy against your gushy walls, greeting your cervix with a devastating whine— slow and deep enough for you to whimper into his mouth.
“I know, I k-knowww,” Trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as those round dirt brown eyes rolling into his skull. “Such a good girll, openin’ up so well f’me..”
Clawing into michael’s scalp, earning a wrecked groan and a hard buck of his hips. Legs wrapped so tight around his waist as you held him there, a surging heat crawling up your spine till it nestled itself deep. His long fingers curling around your thigh, spreading you open for the both of you to watch the slow drag of him pulling out. Revealing a milky cream that clung to him.
He held that excruciating pause, taking away every inch with agonizing slowness for both of you to see. leaving behind a milky ring of ribbons. Coating his heavy length like a fucking glaze, proof of how good he was ruining you. Leaving you gaping and glistening, your pretty folds stretched wide as the thick cream pooled around his retreating tip.
Michael groaning low in his throat—proud and wrecked all at once. Swiping a thumb just below your opening, catching a dollop of the white cream and pressing it against the smooth skin of your inner thigh.
Muscles shifted lazily at the foot of the bed, flicking his tongue out to watch the show with golden fascination. Powerful creature winding lazily through the sheets, draping over your bodies like royalty on a velvet throne— a heavy, shifting presence that grounded you both.
“And you were worried about muscles squeezin’… F—Fuck… Couldn’t ever squeeze me the way you do baby..”
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