pretty boy ᜊ (18+)
michael jackson x reader
contents/warnings: thriller!michael x fem!reader, angst, insecurity, fluff, sub!michael, softdom!reader, smut, riding noses, p in v, unprotected sex, overstim, needy reader, not proofread yadayadayada ect ect,
word count: idk.. (it’s pretty short)
w/a: hellooo, this is probably one of my shorter one shots/drabbles bc i’m cooped up in this dorm with so much work lol. this was requested by a dear anon a couple days ago and i completely forgot it was in my drafts, mbb, but it’s out now and i hope you like it
the moonlight projected perfectly through the windows of michaels living room while an old movie played quietly on the television. the room smelled faintly like popcorn and michael sat curled into the corner of the couch beside you, unusually quiet. at first you thought he was just tired, but then you noticed him staring at his reflection in the dark window. “you okay?” you asked softly. michael hesitated before shrugging. “do you think my nose looks weird?” you blinked, utterly confused. “what?” “my nose,” he repeated quietly, rubbing the bridge of it. “i don’t know… i just hate it sometimes.” your face softened, immediately filling with empathy and sadness. how could he ever talk about himself like that? he was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met.
lately, with fame getting bigger and bigger after thriller, the media had been ruthless. every magazine seemed to have something to say about him, his appearance, his voice, his life. “i think you’re being hard on yourself,” you said gently. he shook his head. “people always talk about it.” “people talk about everything.” “but what if they’re right?” his voice dropped lower. “sometimes i look in the mirror and all I can see are flaws.” you turned toward him fully. “michael, when people look at you, they don’t see flaws.” he looked unconvinced, but still appreciating your effort. “they see someone talented,” you continued. “someone kind, someone beautiful.” michael immediately laughed under his breath. “beautiful?” “yes, beautiful.” “you sound crazy.” “no, you just don’t see yourself the way everybody else does.” for a moment he stayed quiet, staring down at his hands. “i just wish i looked different sometimes,” he admitted. you reached over carefully, taking his hand into yours. “you don’t need to look different.” michael glanced at you warmly, his expression softer now.
“you really think that?” he asked quietly. “i know that.” a small smile finally appeared on his face, shy and genuine. you lean in for a kiss. he immediately leans down, accepting your invite. you place small pecks on his plush lips, letting out small giggles in the process. he smiles, playing along. you pull away, looking at his nose, a lightbulb went off in your head. you smirk devilishly, “let me show you how beautiful your nose is, yeah?” “w-what do you mean?” he tilted his head, a noticeable blush growing on his cheeks. “here follow me,” you take his hands and get off the couch. his breathing hitches, getting the hint immediately. you guys walk upstairs, his eyes glued to your body, your curves, and especially your face. lord, little did he know what you were about to do to him.
your clit is rubbing against his nose, bringing you so much stimulation. “fuck mikey, y-you feel so good.” you wail out, “see how amazing your nose is? brining me so much p-pleasure, nghhuh” you grind down, juices drenching his nose completely. michael is below you, star struck at the sight above him. his legs squeeze together, his stiff cock throbbing against his pants. the way you’re getting off just by his nose is turning him on so much, the nose that he despised suddenly bringing you so much pleasure is a life changing moment for him. he adores you, he adore everything about you, and the glimpse of your wet folds just makes him want to marry you right away.
he can’t take it anymore, he has to get some type of fiction on his cock or he will actually die. his large hands slowly unzip his slacks and brings down his underwear. the cold air hitting his cock make him whine and his hips jerk upward. there’s precum leaking from his flush brownish red tip, he guides his hands up and down slowly working his way up to an orgasm. “you’re such good boy f’me michael, god, i don’t think i can take it any longer..” you start to move your hips back and forth at a persistent pace, obviously chasing your orgasm. michael is already right there with you, his hands sticky with precum and thrusting up into himself. he moans against you, the vibrations basically playing with your clit. “m-michael, im so.. so close, please… cum with me mike.” he groans one last time before shooting out ropes of his semen, his body convulsing eagerly. that sends you over the edge, you release all over his nose, fluids getting everywhere. “ouuhh, holy shit mike!” you shatter above him, rolling your eyes back. you grip his hair hard, trying to work yourself through it. he doesn’t stop cumming until you breath out one last shaky sigh, getting off of him and sitting on his lap.
he’s completely fucked out, one of his arm covering his face in embarrassment. “see what you did to me mike, see how you made me cum just by riding your nose?” you pant out, you want more. you line yourself up with his entrance. “b-baby baby!! wait a sec-” he pleads, but it’s to late. you slide all the way down his length, the stretch painful, but delicate. “oh my god..” he moans out, immediately gripping your hips tight. “michael let me use you tonight, please i need it so bad.” you didn’t give a couple a seconds before you started to finally move. the overstimulation is hitting him hard, shaking his head back and forth and his abdomen going in and out. “please please please please,” he says in shortened breaths, he’s so close to cumming again. “come inside me michael, let me feel your babies inside of me,, mmmfuckkk,” that does it for him, he cums inside of you, his hands pushing you down entirely on his cock. the feeling his semen filling you up makes you cream around him, making a total mess of yourselves. you fall on top of his chest, pressing gentle kisses on the side of his jaw. he can’t speak, only in whines and low groans. he feels so pathetic but so prideful and confident. “i love you so much michael, you’re so beautiful and don’t you ever forget that.” you whisper, he smiles and kisses you on your forehead, soon falling to sleep, still inside of you.
w/a: hiii lovelys, i have some bad news…. i won’t be posting any fics tomorrow im soo sorry, i have this important event going on and won’t be able to feed you guys. ☹️☹️ i apologize but i will get right back to it on friday!!
