Takin me higher
HIStory!Michael Jackson x male!reader
18+ minors dni
Synopsis: Michael breaks a promise and you aren't happy so you distract him while he's trying to work.
Additional tags: sub Michael Jackson, dom reader, handjob (sub recieving), blowjob (dom recieving), orgasm denial, teasing, Michael cries a little, reader is a little mean
Author's note: For anon who wanted sub HIStory. It's a fanfic yayy. Not as polished cause I was gonna do one more draft but I just wanted to have it done and posted. Ngl the writers block is starting to hit me so there might be a chance I won't be writing for a while. Idk cause I'll say that but then I'll get ideas and write xD 50/50 chance I'll either write more or disappear for a bit.
Taglist: @angelpuppyf4ce @a-motherfcking-fish
You sighed impatiently, tapping your foot as you watched Michael writing in a notebook, humming to himself as he bobbed his head to the rhythm only he knew. Crossing your arms, you glanced at the clock for the millionth time.
It was early evening, the sun just starting to set. You and Michael had finished eating dinner and then you were meant to go to the theatre in Neverland to watch a movie.
However during dinner Michael got a new song idea, telling you wanted to stop by his studio so he could write the idea down. He promised you it would only take 5 minutes.
Normally you wouldn’t mind, understanding his need to write down his ideas right away but you were annoyed today because his promised 5 minutes had now turned into 45 minutes with no signs of stopping.
The annoyance was worse as well because it was his promise that he would watch a movie with you tonight.
He was currently preparing for his upcoming world tour which meant you weren’t seeing him as often with the many rehearsals and meetings he had. When he focused on a new project he completely immersed himself in it.
Which you understood. You knew he was a workaholic and a perfectionist. It was one of the many things that made up the man you love.
But that still didn’t mean that you didn’t miss him when he got super busy with projects.
His promise to watch a movie with you tonight was your way of getting to spend time with him along with getting him to relax since he, as per usual, was overworking himself.
Yet now here you are, stuck in the studio instead of cuddling and watching a movie.
You sighed, staring at the ceiling lights as you tried to think of how to convince your boyfriend to leave.
As annoyed as you were, you didn’t want to fight him or start an argument. All you wanted was his attention.
Looking over at him, you watched him for a moment when an idea formed in your head and you smirked.
Standing up, you sauntered over to him, sitting in the chair beside him.
He looked up when you approached, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry baby. Literally just two more minutes.”
“Hmm. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You said sweetly, moving your hand to tuck his long curly hair behind his ear.
He smiled at you, giving you a quick kiss before going back to writing.
You continued playing with his hair, watching him for a bit before you moved the chair closer, leaning over and starting to press kisses to his neck.
You heard his breath catch slightly but he kept writing.
Smirking, you started to press kisses to his ear, finding that sensitive spot behind his ear and nipping your teeth against it.
He let out a quiet noise, his pen faltering for a moment. He gave you a look. “Babe.”
“What?” You asked innocently, pressing kisses to his neck.
He sighed heavily though he didn’t seem as mad as he was trying to appear. It was cute.
“Fine. You have my attention.” He went to close his notebook but you stopped him with your hand.
“No angelface. The song is important isn’t it? Just keep working and don’t mind me.” You smiled sweetly at him.
He gave you another look. “Focusing is a little hard when you’re kissing me like that.”
You shrugged. “I’m sure you can manage Mr. King of Pop.”
Sighing, he opened his notebook again, tapping his pen against his lip as he remembered what he was trying to write before he started writing again, the pen scratching softly.
The moment he did you went back to leaving kisses on his neck, nipping lightly with your teeth.
You let your hands start to wander, sweeping over his clothed stomach and chest. He had gained weight in the past few months and it made you really happy. The added weight was very sexy too.
You let your hands wander to his chest, circling close to his nipples. His chest is rising and falling quicker than usual with his increased breathing.
Finally you rub his nipple through his shirt while you nip your teeth at the sensitive spot where his chin and neck meet.
He lets out a breathy moan, his eyes closing and his writing faltering again.
“Babe.” His voice is strained. “I really cannot focus on this with you doing that.”
You remove all contact, moving your chair back. “That’s fine.” You shrug.
He looks up quickly, surprised and upset by the loss of your contact. “What game are you playing?”
“Well since the song is so important you can’t even spend time with me like you promised, then I assume it’s also more important than this.” You smirk. “If you want to continue you’ll need to keep writing.”
He looks a bit flabbergasted and sighs. “Babe.” He tries to protest but you interrupt him.
“That’s an order.” You use the tone of voice you use when domming him and smile widely when you see him pause, his eyes going slightly fuzzy.
“You wanna be good for me don’t you?” You ask in a low voice. It’s your way of setting the scene and making sure he’s okay with continuing.
He gulps slightly. “Yes sir.” His voice has gone softer.
“Good.” You smirk. “Get back to writing then. If your pen stops then I stop.”
He takes a shuddering deep breath, trying to focus again. He blinks quickly, trying to get past the fuzziness of subspace so he can remember what he wanted to write.
It takes a few minutes before he finally starts to write again, his movements slower than before.
You move your chair back to where it was, resuming your position of playing with his nipples. He’s already hard, straining against his pants and you smirk, resting one hand on his thigh.
His eyes are half closed as he whines softly.
“You’re so cute baby.” You compliment, watching him blush. He always flusters so much easier under subspace.
Finally you let your hands wander to the waistband of his pants, watching as his breath catches and his pen stutters for a moment before continuing to write.
You unbutton his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hard cock. There’s already precome at the tip.
“Someone’s excited.” You tease, running a finger over the tip to catch the precome.
He lets out a moan, his pen stopping but still resting against the page and his eyes close.
You clear your throat sharply, letting go of him.
His eyes snap open with a whine before he realizes what he did.
“I’m sorry sir.” He quickly picks his pen back up, writing. You giggle when you see he isn’t writing any actual words, just scribbling but you allow it.
“Just don’t let it happen again.” You warn. “I’m not against stopping and just letting you take a cold shower tonight.”
He whimpers. “Y-yes sir.” His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushed.
Smirking, you open one of the lower drawers connected to the desk, pulling out a bottle of lube.
It probably shouldn’t be in there but it wasn’t the first time you and Michael have done things in the studio.
Drizzling some on your fingers you warm it up before wrapping your hand around his cock again, starting with a slow and gentle stroke.
He flushes, his breath picking up again as he lets out a breathy moan. He’s still writing scribbles on the page.
You don’t change the pace of your strokes at all, just keeping it light and slow, teasing. He whimpers, squirming and bucking his hips a bit, trying to get you to faster.
“Faster.” He groans out.
Arching an eyebrow, you ask. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”
He whimpers again. “N-no sir. Just please go faster.”
“Maybe.” You mused, still gently stroking him. “But I don’t know. I think you can be patient like I have been for the past 45 minutes hmm?”
He whines, his eyes pleading. “I-i’m sorry sir.”
“I know it’s not entirely your fault. You were just excited about your new idea. But it’s not very nice to make someone wait, especially after you made a promise is it?”
“N-no.” He says shakily.
“Exactly.” You smile. “But I guess I can show you a little mercy.”
You speed up your hand, stroking him exactly how he likes it.
He lets out a loud moan, folding in on himself slightly. His pen digs into the paper, ink welling up from how hard he’s pressing it but his hand stops writing.
Making a tutting noise with your mouth you remove your hand again.
“N-no.” He whines, squirming.
“I told you the rules, didn't I?” You raise your eyebrow.
He whimpers, still not moving his pen and breathing heavily.
“I guess you want that cold shower after all.” You start to move away from him and he makes a panicked noise, scribbling on the paper again.
Smirking, you move back. “Last chance baby. You aren’t being very good tonight.”
He only whimpers in reply, looking at you with wide begging eyes.
Taking his cock in your hand again you resume the same pace as before.
Michael hunches over, his hair falling into his face as his mouth drops with a moan. He keeps moving the pen, small scribbles.
Speeding up even more you watch as he moans and whines, squirming. He’s flushed, his breathing heavy.
It doesn’t take long until he whines. “I’m close sir. Please let me come please.”
You don’t reply, just watching as he starts to tense up, on the edge of coming.
Removing your hand again you watch as he whimpers, moving his hips frantically as he tries to get any friction, his cock twitching. He looks at you with a betrayed look, frustrated tears in his eyes.
You put your hands on his hips, keeping him still. Reaching a hand up to his face you wipe away one of the tears that has fallen.
“I didn’t say you could come did I?” You smirk. “It’s really cute you thought I was gonna let you come. Did you really think I would? You haven’t really deserved it have you? Breaking your promise, making me wait… not following my rules.” You sigh.
“Please sir. I’m sorry sir. I’ll do anything please.” His eyes are still a little teary, his breath shaky.
You smile, giving him a kiss on the lips.
“So desperate to please.” You say. “I might be willing to forgive you and let you come, but I think you should do something for me first hmm?”
He nods eagerly. “Anything. Wanna please you.”
“Good boy. Why don’t you use your pretty mouth to good use?” You raise your eyebrow suggestively.
He looks down at your hard on that’s straining against your pants, his eyes dark.
“Yes sir.” His voice has gone rougher.
He instantly goes to kneel by your feet on the hardwood floor but you make another tutting noise and he looks up at you.
“Grab the pillow first.” You instruct, gesturing to one of the pillows on the couch.
He already hurts his knees all the time while dancing so you always make sure he cushions his knees if he’ll be kneeling.
“Yes sir.” He grabs the pillow, dropping it by your feet before kneeling again and starting to unzip your pants.
“Eager.” You tease, watching him.
He’s quick to start unzipping your pants, pulling out your hard on and he looks at it with dark eyes before wrapping his lips around the tip.
You groan softly at the feeling of his mouth around you, watching him.
He soon fully takes you in his mouth, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around your tip.
You reach down, putting one hand in his hair, tugging gently.
Closing your eyes, you relax into the chair, moaning.
He’s very talented with his tongue, able to make you come very quickly.
Pleasure courses through you as he speeds up, your toes curling slightly and you rock your hips a bit, moaning.
Heat courses through you as you get closer before you come, letting out a breathy moan.
He keeps bobbing his head until you come down, pulling back.
His eyes are even fuzzier than before, deeper in subspace.
“Good boy.” You pant, leaning down to kiss him.
He eagerly kisses back, whimpering slightly.
Pulling back, you study him. His hair is messy from your hand in it, his cheeks flushed, and you can see his neglected cock, hanging out of his pants.
“You made me feel so good angelface. I think I might allow you to come.”
He perks up a bit, looking at you with pleading eyes.
“Though it would be nice to hear you beg some more and maybe one more apology.” You smirk.
“I’m sorry sir. I got so caught up in the song. Please let me come please. It won’t happen again.” He begs so prettily.
“Very well.” You direct him to sit back in his chair before you take his cock in your hand again.
It doesn’t take long at all for him to come, so worked up from all your teasing.
He tenses up, letting out a breathy moan, his head resting on your shoulder. “Close sir, close please.”
“Come for me angelface.”
He does, coming all over your hand as he lets out a loud moan, breathing heavily.
You stroke him through it, running a hand through his hair and smile, watching as he comes down.
He keeps his head on your shoulder, nuzzling slightly. “Thank you sir.” He says softly.
“You did so good.” You praise.
You two stay like that for a bit before you direct your attention back to the paper he had been writing on and you laugh softly when you look at it.
The first half of the page has the actual lyrics then it turns to random words then just scribbles.
Michael looks up, trying to see what you’re laughing at and he blushes a little, giggling.
“You’re a menace.” He says.
“Yeah but you had fun didn’t you?” You smile.
He sighs, rolling his eyes but he’s smiling.
“Looks like you’ll have to rewrite those lyrics anyways.” You tease.
You two clean up the studio before taking a bath together and then you finally watch a movie together, happy you get to spend time with him.
