so sensitiveꜝ❤︎ (black)male!reader x m. jackson
this work contains: nsfw (mdni!!), male reader x michael jackson, if that makes you uncomfy please block me/don’t read. sub!mj, inexperienced mj, dom reader, no use of y/n, handjobs, tears, and language .
disclaimer: despite me using em dashes, no ai was used in this fic nor will it ever be used in any of my works.
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“so, you mean to tell me, despite you being famous, you’ve never had like— anyone get you off?” you ask bewildered, brows furrowed as you look at the flustered rising star.
“don’t—don’t say it like that! but yeah— i guess .. it’s just, im saving myself for marriage ‘n stuff, my mother would get very sad had she found out I wasn’t.” michael says, hands fidgeting in his lap as he rocks back and forth on the hotel mattress.
you cock a brow, tilting your head. “you’ve never let a groupie get with you?”
“no. ew—never.”
“oh. would you want that?”
“what?” the star tilts his head to the side, legs stretching out fully once more.
“like— have someone else jerk you off?” you press, curious for a response.
michaels eyes widen, stuttering in shock, hands going to grip his pants as he closes his thighs. “what? no! I mean— yes? I mean— i dunno!” his ears are burning hot by now, his rosy cheeks growing pinker.
you snort, climbing onto the bed, leaning on his shoulder, your arm slinking lazily around his waist, fingers inching near his crotch. you mutter against his neck, your breath warm on the side of it. “i would—could— help you with that. y’know, give you some experience so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of a pretty young thang or somethin’. ”
the younger male bites his lip, gnawing at it before he nods yes.
“is that a yes? cmon, i need words michael.”
“yes—it’s a yes. jus’ show me..”
you snort at that, one of your hands sliding down his pants and underneath his boxers, briefly running your fingers through his unshaven hair before you begin to slowly stroke his hard-on.
he pants, face twisting in pleasure as you give him slow, tedious strokes. “ngh… m-more … gimmie some more.” he whines.
you arch a brow, “you tryna order me around, baby? don’t get too cocky now.” you retort, though you hold his member tighter, your hand jerking up and down less loosely.
michael moans, eyes fluttering shut, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead, trying to make sense of your movements. “feels so good.. nghhh, don’t stop—ah!” he whimpers, the young legends pretty moans filling the rented out room, forgetting and uncaring about the people right outside the thin walls.
you continue pleasuring the shy, yet sweet boy, his moans high pitched and cute. you can feel your palm warming up due to the friction, yet with the amount of precum he was leaking, you were positive it didn’t hurt him.
“you close, baby?” you egg him on, a jeering smile on your face as you watch him come apart simply from you fisting his dick. you couldn’t help but imagine how loud he’d be if you were inside—
you try and shake off that thought, instead going back to look at his tear stained cheeks, eyes clamped shut, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as noises continue spilling out of his mouth.
“mmfuckk— gonna— ‘m gonna cum..” he whines, head thrown back, hips bucking into your hand uselessly. he goes to grab at your forearm, other hand gripping your nape tightly as he whimpers.
“k-kiss.. gimmie a kiss..” he pouts, looking at you with doe eyes, spit soaked lip jutting out brattily, his dark skin flushed all over— at least where you could see.
a fond scoff escapes your mouth, though you lean in, placing a peck to his lips. the kiss deepens, you tilt your head slightly to slot your lips further together. michael moans into the embrace, eyes fluttering shut as his noises grow even louder, blunt nails digging into your arm as he finally cums, separating his lips from yours as he throws his head back, back arched.
“oh my gosh— ngh—ah! feels so—shiitt !” he babbles, cursing indignantly as cum spurts out from his length. he whines and whimpers as you continue to stroke him lazily after his climax. your hand finally retracts as your realize he’s done.
“it was that good, huh?” you tease, wiping your hand off on his already dirtied shirt that’s risen up, his torso bare.
“shut up!” he smacks away your hand playfully, not a singular note of anger in his tone.
“..you think you could show me somethin’ else?”
“you think you could handle it?”
a/n: this is a filler fic !! i intended to post a few other ones a while ago, but ive been struggling mentally recently so its burned me out :c . i hope anyone who’s read this enjoyed . pleaseee send me short asks/reqs to help motivate me ! and don’t be afraid to oomf me up/interact, im very kind i promise!