meet me in the backseat ⟣ ֹ ┄┄┄┄ ۫ ⟢
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ mature / invincible era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ context : whatever happened in the backseat is a secret.
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ type : oneshot
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ wc : 326 words
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ tags : mature!era, fem!reader, fluff maybe, lil bit of smut, kissing in public (?), almost getting caught, freaky michael, whole lotta bold and italics, purposely small letters, reader is of age
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ authors note : got inspo from a comment saying that michael used to make out with women in the backseat of his car 😭 i hope u like this 😳😳 btw its not that freaky so sorry for getting your hopes up if you wanted it to be 💔
"michael!!" people shouted at the car, bodies slamming onto the windows. tears were streaming down your face as you saw michaels beautiful face.
finally, michael came out of the car. "michael!" people shouted, grabbing and pulling him with each step. he smiled, waving back at others as he stepped inside the shop.
after a few minutes of waiting outside the shop that didnt allow you in, michael walked out putting on his sunglasses. coincidentally, you were walking behind michael. before the doors shut, you shouted, "michael, can i have a hug?" that made michael look back.
your beautifully tear stained face that made your nose red, somehow that made him turned on. "sure, let her in," he said to his bodyguards. you stepped into the car as fans rushed to get in too. you hugged him tightly, tears continuing to stream down your face as this was your dream come true.
when you pulled back, michael took a look at you and couldnt take it anymore. he slammed his lips onto yours, holding onto your cheeks gently. you kissed him back, unaware of what to do next. you grabbed on his hair for dear life, as his tongue covertly slipped inside. "mmph.." you muffled, as he made out with you.
"shh, be quiet baby," he whispered, stroking your hair. he then pulled back, gasping for air before going back to your jaw. he peppered kisses there down all the way to the chin. "oh my god," your head rolled behind, back already arching.
he finally retreated, his hair messily hot and his face stained with red lipstick marks you were wearing. he gave you a shy smile, as if he didnt just made out with you.
"michael, are you done?" his bodyguard asked. you both froze. if he came in earlier, he wouldve witnessed you both making out. "y-yeah," he glanced back at you, giving you a wink.
you just made out with michael jackson! yay!
