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“I love the waterparks! I wish I could do that more often these days but I’m allergic to the sunlight. I really can’t go in the sun without an umbrella but then there are the times when you’re just like, it looks like so much fun and you just say ‘forget it’ I’m going. I have to do this!”
-Michael Jackson
⋆.˚༄ — author’s note: eee based on the little writing i made yesterday, had the idea of making some headcanons.. dont know if theyre good.. didn’t proofread!
your boyfriend michael is the quarterback for the cardinals while you’re a cheerleader for the hornets, the biggest football rivals in the town.
⋆.˚༄ — when the teams play against each other, quarterback!michael loves to watch you from across the field during warmups. sitting on the bleachers with your friends as one of your teammate was fixing the bow in your hair, the green and yellow pom poms sitting on your lap. sometimes you’re lucky to make eye contact with michael during warmups, giving him a quick smile and wave. michael sends you a smirk and a wink in response
⋆.˚༄ — quarterback!michael teaches you how to play football with his brothers. it would start with throwing the ball to each other transitioning into running plays.
“here” michael stood behind you, his arms under yours as he guides your fingers to the correct positions on the laces of the football. “flick your wrist so it’ll spin when you throw to marlon”
marlon was a good yard or two ahead, you nodded your head grasping the concept, michael took a few steps back. glancing up to see marlon giving you a thumbs up signaling he’s ready. inhaling deeply while you pulled your arm back and exhaling as you used all your strength in your arm, full extending your arm and throwing a spiral.
you and the jackson boys watched the football spin in the air, it was almost a perfect throw. tracing it with your eyes as you see it land in marlon’s arms.
everyone cheered with arms up in the air, you squealed clapping while jumping and down in excitement before turning towards michael who had the biggest smile on his face.
“she can throw better than you” tito joked, making everyone laugh. michael rolled his eyes as he waved his brother off.
“shut up tito”
⋆.˚༄ — in return, you teach quarterback!michael and the jackson boys a cheer routine! which ends up in a mess when the boys want to do stunts.
⋆.˚༄ — quarterback!michael getting jealous when a player from the hornet’s team flirts with you before the game. doing what a jealous footballer would do, he asks his teammates on defense to do a little favor.
the same flirty player is running towards the end zone with the ball in his arms, your school side of the bleachers is erupting in early celebration as they continue to shout. you and your cheer mates jumping up and down, shaking your pom poms getting ready but that quickly shuts down as the hornet player gets tackled hard to the grass in a blink of an eye.
you covered your mouth as everyone lets out an “ou” in unison. it was a coincidence that mr. flirty had the ball but you knew your boyfriend was the one behind it. glancing over to the bench across the field, michael shrugged his shoulders with a grin on his face.
⋆.˚༄ — quarterback!michael loves when you come to cardinals home games on nights where you don’t have to cheer, especially showing up his red and gold varsity jacket. a few of your friends tag along but there’s times where you come alone. either way, michael can easily catch you sitting in the middle of the busy bleachers wearing his letterman jacket. it motivates him to do well during games.
⋆.˚༄ — quarterback!michael picks you up after your practices and games when he doesn’t have to play. he parks in front of the gate, and leans on his car hood waiting patiently.
⋆.˚༄ — quarterback!michael also loves when you wear his jersey to games or even wearing it with panties only while chilling in his room, it turns him on seeing you wear a clothing with his last name on your body. not as a way to claim you but at the same time… yes
⋆.˚༄ — the same quarterback!michael who fucks you senseless with you wearing his jersey. michael can’t contain himself, he’s willing to do anything to you. his body would be on top of yours, his chest feeling the polyester/nylon material with the small hump of your breasts underneath. his face buried deep in your neck as your knees bent ninety degrees in the air as they rest behind michael’s arms, pushing the jersey a bit up exposing your bare skin while he continues to thrust. his hand gripping your waist with his thumb caressing your hip.
⋆.˚༄ — the sun was setting forty-five minutes before the homecoming game starts. you and your cheer squad walks along the fence making your way towards the field. coming across quarterback!michael and the cardinals chilling at the opened gate. waiting for their signal to go on the field to start warming up, both teams let out a very nosey yet intriguing murmur sound realizing the quarterback and the lead cheerleader was standing in front of each other.
michael grins while you tried to hold yours in, it wasn’t a secret the cardinal and hornet were seeing each other.. okay well, it was a secret a first. this wasn’t the time to be lovey dovey, both teams are gunning for the win tonight.
“good luck tonight boys” attempting to playfully sound imitating knowing he wasn’t gonna take you seriously either way.
michael lightly shrugged his shoulders, “so i don’t get a good luck kiss tonight?”
playfully rolling your eyes, you take a few steps towards michael. puckering your lips to give him a little peck of a kiss, “is that better?” you asked sarcastically.
How each Michael Jackson era would react to you undressing in front of them for the first time.
Off The Wall! Michael would get visibly flustered and look away immediately while hiding his face with both of his hands, so you don’t realize that his face is completely flushed. When you finally noticed him burying his face you gradually melted. “Mike, you don’t have to hide your face y’know? C’mon baby look at me.” After saying that you walked towards him to take his hands off his face, but that boy did not budge one bit. He stayed his ground. “Hun I’m not looking at you until you change.” Whilst still tightly concealing his face.
Thriller! Michael would walk to the direction of the door with his eyes shut tight. The moment that he finds the door, he leaves the room swiftly while closing the door silently. So that you don’t become aware that he left the room to give you the privacy you need. As soon as you discovered that he left the room, you went out of your way by slightly opening the door whilst shouting his name. “MICHAEL!! get over here this instant.”
Bad! Michael would still be respectful by turning around to not face you, but glance back once awhile. When you realized that he was taking little glimpses at you. You couldn’t think of a better way to get revenge than to throw your clothes at him. “Stop peeking at me you perv.” This unexpected action made him startled. “Pftttt, me? Glancing at you? How could you accuse me of such a thing, baby. I would never do that, especially not without your permission.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his sarcasm.
Dangerous! Michael would look at you briefly before slightly fake cough then look elsewhere, while awkwardly whistling to distract him. That didn’t work whatsoever though no matter how hard he tried not to look at you. He was unable to refrain himself from doing so. When you caught him staring at you from head to toe, you tried to hide your privates as quickly as possible but it was very much too late for that. You were way too embarrassed to say a word so you just kept silent waiting for him to say anything, but nothing came out of his mouth. You were both just staring at each other to the point where it looked like you both were having an staring contest.
History! Michael would look at you with his eyes popping out, like if they were going to fall out at any given time and his mouth wide open. “Don’t act like you ain’t never seen me naked before, Mike.” Crossing your arms as you looked at him. Patiently waiting for an answer. “I know, lovey it was just unexpected y’know.” Shrugging as he continued, to stare at you like a portrait seen in a museum.
lnvincible! Michael would scan you up and down like never before as he sat comfortably on the bed to enjoy the view while it lasted. He stayed extremely quiet causing you to turn around to see that he was already looking right at you. “Knew you were up to something because you’re never this quiet.” This caused him to smile widely as he hid his face from your view. “You caught me there, but looking isn’t a crime.”
This is it! Michael would lick his lips while looking straight at you intensely. He couldn’t bear to look away, already being way too drawn by you. Once you finally noticed his extreme leering. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye because you knew that the minute you make eye contact with him is the moment you become weak in the knees to the point where you’ll probably forget how to walk, breathe, and speak all at the same time. He knew that, but that didn’t stop him from staring at you anyway since he wanted to see you in that state right at that moment.
hi hi i absolutely love ur writing ur so talented. can u do a manipulative!michael imagine about him overstimming reader when eating her out ? tyy
thank you so so much baby i’m so happy you love my work! i don’t have time to write a fic but imagine this
18+
michael’s fingers dug into your hips, gripping tightly as he pressed his face between your thighs. his tongue worked your swollen clit, swirling around it in a slow circles that made your hips jerk upward.
"shh, baby girl," he murmured against your slick folds, his voice low. "just relax and take it."
he dragged his tongue on your soaked clit again, this time pressing hard and flat, until his mouth was sealed over your entire pussy, sucking hard.
"such a pretty little thing," he purred, voice muffled by your juices. "all this, for me."
his hands gripped your legs tightly as he noticed you trying to sit up. your legs aching, as your release had passed. “n-no mm-” you choked out, michaels hand pressed firming on your lower abdomen keeping you in place.
"stay still for me," his tongue returned to your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud as he watched you squirm under his touch.
your entire body shakes as you squirt on his face, his hand still pressing down on you. he laps all of it up, before pushing down harder, releasing more into his mouth.
your thighs shake around his head, tears in your eyes as you take it all for him. “that's it, mama" he groans, tongue still taking in every drop.
"such a good girl," he whispers, voice sweet and quiet. "and you'll be a good girl every time for me, won't you?"
oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n
perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ
perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him
perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"
perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.
perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.
perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long
perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!
perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.
perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.
perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me
a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye
michael makes you squirt all over his aviators . ₁₈+
lately, michael has been on your ass to stay hydrated. whether it’s pouring tiny little sips of water in your mouth whenever you're too focused on something else or filling up your water bottle when you need it.
mumbling “drink up, baby,” as he hands you another glass of water, and praising you with a cheeky little “good job, baby.” as you down your water in one go.
you realise now, that all that constant water drinking was for one reason and one reason only.
“stay still for me, baby,” michael whispers as he kisses all the way up your thrashing, bare legs. “open those pretty legs.” he orders softly, tapping the side of your thigh.
you don’t know how he feels. he’s in a simple white tee and jeans, his telling eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, low and sleepy, but to you it’s a mystery.
you open your legs as wide you can, the sticky sounds of your untouched folds opening up for your boyfriend.
“oh, that’s what i like,” michael murmurs to himself, all self-assured and confident, one hand planted on your abdomen, experimentally pushing down. “all slimey and sticky f’me.”
the pressure in your stomach is tight and suffocating, and your entrance automatically opens up as if calling out for help, the shy trickle of slick escaping you unapologetically.
“don’t tease, mike,” you whimper toward the white ceiling.
“‘m not teasin’.” michael says, pressing fluttery, chaste kisses across the sticky insides of your thighs. the cool metal of his aviators pokes into your skin. “just taking my time, honey.”
“wanna take a look at that,” michael continues, two fingers peeling open your folds. the black lenses of his glasses focused on your welcoming, already dripping hole. “wouldn’t wanna miss that pretty sight for the world.”
you feel drool drip down your ass when michael finally closes his mouth around your pulsing little button. “you’re leaking all over,” he chuckles, as if your squirmy sounds are some kind of joke to him. “so fucking disgusting, baby. got myself such a disgusting, sensitive girl.”
sweat pools all over your stomach, the little dips of your collarbones, the insides of your thighs. and michael laps it all up, tongue swirling over your moist pussy lips, your wet entrance. humming and moaning in approval as you spurt out your sticky substance, leaving his lips shiny.
one free hand stays on your lower stomach, occasionally pushing down. it feels like there’s a big bubble in your stomach that’s about to pop as he increases the pressure of his hand.
your hand clasps around his on your abdomen, whining “it’s sloshing all inside, mike,” voice pitchy and pathetic.
“‘s funny,” michael muses softly, laughing to himself. “when i push down, your pussy...” he pushes down on your stomach, and then you feel it, your entrance gapes open, sweet, balmy cream spilling out.
then, he keeps on attacking your squelching hole with his tongue, fingers rubbing up and down your plush legs, fingers scraping over your knees.
“mike— ah, pl— fuck, go deeper,” you don’t even know what you’re saying, michael eating you out into oblivion. continually babbling out how good to you he is, how you need more, how you feel kind of funny down there.
“michael, i’m gonna—” you moan, feeling the powerful flick of his tongue rolling over your clit. you’re seeing stars, but there’s a light, floaty pressure within. “i’m so— nghh— feelin’ so full.”
“don’t worry about it, pretty,” michael instructs, the dark lenses of his aviators covered in condensation, tiny little drops scattered over the glasses. “feels like you’re dripping all over— but you’re doing s’good.”
your hole sounds empty, filled, empty, filled again, as he continues to tongue fuck you, pressing a kiss to your twitching little hole as he pushes down on your stomach for what feels like the umpteenth time.
you hold your breath for a moment. only the obscene sounds of his tongue prodding into your spongey entrance to coax out your climax. “i know you’re feelin’ it, baby. show me you’re feelin’—”
you can’t take it anymore. the pressure inside you unleashes without warning.
you shatter with a high-pitched moan, white essence shooting out of your hole like a fountain. your legs shake, and you keep gasping for extra air. it’s a lot, it’s sticky, and it’s everywhere.
“that’s a good girl,” michael whispers, completely in awe as he continues to fuck you through it as you empty your flooded channel onto his pretty face, pussy convulsing and spritzing cum all over him.
“that was a big one, huh, pretty? did good f’me,” he murmurs, examining how your pussy bubbles out the last oozes of white. he brings his face up to yours. “made y’squirt, you know that, baby?” michael tells you, full of pride.
little slabs of cum stick to michael’s lips, his cheeks, it’s in his hair, dripping down his jaw, the tip of his nose. and most importantly, it’s splattered all over his infamous aviators.
“maybe y’can lick me clean, baby.” he proposes, but you know it’s actually an order. especially when he looks all edible and authorative with those aviators on.
and you do. you end up straddling michael’s lap, bare cunt spread open across his thigh, cradling his face in your hands as you lick your boyfriend clean like your cum is sweet vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day.
you taste your own essence, shy kitten licks over the cool glass of his aviators, leaving a disgustingly slimey trail behind. “you enjoyin’ it, baby?” he asks, looking at how you lap him up like a lollipop, all blissed out.
you hum. “taste it.”
your tongue slides over his soft lips, as michael sneakily sucks on your tongue because he can’t resist to taste your white sauce again. you follow with long languid licks over the expanse of his cheeks, tongue rotating over the faint stubbles of his beard.
all the while michael rolls your hips down his jean-clad thigh, your pathetically wet, creamy sounds filling his ears all over again. eventually you come again from just rubbing against his thigh, transparent liquid lazily sliding out of your tiny, abused, opened hole, leaving a balmy filter behind over your puckered little entrance. the muscle reddens from exhaustion, the buttery cum oozing out of you slightly stinging as it spreads aaalll over the denim of his jeans and on the duvet like an open faucet.
you come with a small, relieved sigh, all breathy and dreamy-sounding while your tongue is trapped between michael’s lips as he sucks at you, your boobs pushing up against his chest every time you push your cunt to the tent in his jeans again. you can’t even warm him; you’re not able to do anything but just let it happen.
He’s dominate in the bedroom, but it’s a quiet dominance. A silent authority that speaks volumes without him having to say much at all.
It’s in the way he touches you— his big hands heavy as they roam your body, fingers curling and grabbing at your curves, effortlessly maneuvering you where he needs you.
It’s in the way he tells you, “Just hold on baby,” in a soft whisper as he takes his time between your legs. Lips around your clit and fingers knuckle deep in your squelching pussy as he brings you to the edge over and over, only to stop just as the tension building in your belly is ready to snap.
“Gotta wait ‘til i say so.” His voice is low and smug, muffled between your legs— his obsession with being in control of your body evident in the amusement hiding behind his words with every curl of his fingers.
“Doin’ so good for me baby, look at you.” He’s cooing into your wet cunt, your legs clenching restlessly at his praise.
“Please please please” The words spill from your chest as your fingers grasp at his shoulders. You can barely hear the sound of your own begging, a heavy fog of pleasure clouding your mind.
But he ignores your pleas, too busy stuck in some sort of fucked-out trance, watching the way his fingers stroke in and out, your walls pulsing around them, sucking him in all desperate and greedy. “Just a little longer baby, I promise I’ll give you what you want. Jus’ need you to sit pretty for a minute.”
You obey. Riding each wave of anticipation as he selfishly teases you with your own release; knowing that once he gives you permission, he’ll want to watch you come undone more than once.
imagining manipulative boyfriend!michael touching you in public
warnings: 18+, manipulation (duh), public sex, creampie
“c’mon mama,” michael groans, tugging at your skirt. “lemme feeeeel you.” his hands running up and down your body.
“michael..” you whisper, the library quiet as you try to keep the attention off of you two. his hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your skirt. you whimper, pressing your lips together hard.
"shh," he murmurs against your ear, "be a good girl." his fingers slip under your skirt and slide beneath the waistband of your panties, pressing against your already soaked folds.
he breathes against your ear, two fingers slipping between your lips without warning.
you put your hand over your mouth, a moan creeping out. “s-stop.” you grab his hand, taking it out of your panties before turning around to face him.
“michael, there’s people in here!” you whisper yell at him, while fixing your panties and skirt. your legs trembling slightly and your pussy aching. he looks down at you, a smug smile plastered on his face.
he brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours, he pops them into his mouth. his tongue twirls around his two fingers, tasting every drop of you. “mmm,” he groans, “taste so’ good ma.” (ugh, you can’t stay mad at that..)
—
“fuuuckk,” michael moans, your legs on his shoulders as he thrusts into you. your back pressed against the cold porcelain of the library sink.
he rolls his hips slow, dragging every inch of his cock out before pushing back in deeper then before. you grab onto his arms, desperate and needy. your eyes starting to roll back.
"mmph-please-" you moan. "please what?", his voice low and mocking. he stops thrusting completely, leaving you empty and aching. "finish the thought, baby”
"please- fuck," you sob, “more, w-want more.” his lips curl into a cocky smirk, “good girl.” he slams into you once more, his dick filling you up all the way.
your legs shake violently over his shoulders, a broken cry leaving your throat. “such’ a desperate little thing” he groans, grip tightening on your hips. he slams into you harder, watching you fall apart underneath him.
his thrusts get deeper and rougher, slamming into you with wet thrusts that echo off the tiny bathroom walls. your pussy clenches around him, his dick twitching inside of you. "g’nna fill you up, mama.” he pants, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
your tits bounce with each thrust until finally he buries himself deep inside of you. hot cum filling up your core, leaking out of you.
he slowly pulls out of you, cum dripping out more onto the bathroom floor. his dick still hard and painful. “mm, look so sexy with my cum drippin’ outta you, baby.” he murmurs, his hands rubbing against your thighs.
your legs still shaking as he helps you off the sink, handing you your soaked panties. he pats your head as you get dressed, makeup smeared (but he doesn’t care) as leads you out of the bathroom, you swear everyone is looking at you as you two walk out to the car.
note: i need more of him immediately but i hope this does you all well i’m sorry for no post in couple days ive been on holiday but thank you all for the support i love you babies <33
synopsis: the two biggest artists in the world have been compared to each other ever since childhood. what's the worst that can happen between friendly rivals who get a little too tipsy after a big award night?
tags: bad!era mike, black reader, childhood acquaintances to lovers, conflicted feelings & yearning, lighthearted rivals, alcohol use, making out, smut, switch!michael, oral (f), fingering, creampie, slight breeding kink(?)
wc: 5.1k
based on the song damned by miguel + michael’s ama 1989 look
notes: hii first full length fic for michael!! i saw too many edits of him to this song and it just sparked this… hope you guys enjoy! this was proofread but if there’s grammatical errors, i apologize!
California, 1970s.
Michael was high on the success of his first solo album and the breakthrough he was making on his own. He had plans for his visuals and short films, eager to share with the world his creative vision.
Around this time you had begun to find your own footing in the industry as a soloist, your path following similar to Michael's. You grew up as a Motown artist alongside your two older sisters, your trio becoming a household name by the time you were seven. You were two years younger than Michael but the comparisons were strong. Both very young leads of your respective groups with voices of gold.
Once you were in your mid teens, you couldn't escape the comparisons and you and your sisters were forced to do appearances alongside Michael and his brothers. You were fifteen and growing irritable with the need to group you with the fellow child star. You personally liked Michael and his gentle personality, but hated when others compared your talents.
Off The Wall came out months after your solo album had broken endless records, with Michael catching up closely to you.
"Ah! I congratulated her on the success of her album!" He quipped to an interviewer for one of the very few press releases he agreed to. "She's been a dear friend of mine ever since childhood. Our musical paths tend to align so I'm always looking forward to what's next for her."
Your careers were an endless cycle of comparison, lasting all the way until the moment Michael broke through with Thriller. A part of you felt slight resentment towards him for being the first black artist to truly crossover internationally. You followed shortly after, however you didn't sell as much as Thriller had. You were always in Michael's shadow to some extent, the second most selling album of time title haunting you as every interviewer asked the million dollar question—how did it feel being second best to Michael?
It felt like a punch in the gut to your artistry, though you never despised Michael himself for it. Not when a part of your heart was reserved for him, something he could never know.
AMA '89 night
A decade after your solo breakthrough, you appear on the American Music Awards red carpet, smiling brightly as you wave and pose for the blinding flare of cameras.
"This way darling!" The paparazzi call out, wanting the best shots of your frame fitting champagne colored dress. It shimmered under the lighting, pairing well against your skin tone.
You finish up your shots, blowing a kiss towards the press, and are led off the carpet by your personal assistant Lia, who rambles about all the stars you have to be seen with that night.
"As always, the press wants to see the King and Queen of pop together. Make sure to spend some time with Michael at any point tonight." You knew this was coming. You couldn't ever escape Michael if you were at the same event. Your stomach twists at the thought of him, as you zone out on Lia's words the moment she brought him up.
"Hey, did you hear a word I just said?" She says your name with a ounce of irritation and you glance at her with a sheepish smile.
"Nope. Something about formalities with other stars, especially Michael." She nods at you while guiding you towards your table for the ceremony.
"Alright well, at least you caught the most important part. I believe he should be seated somewhere near you so it'll be easy to just give him a quick hug, smile, kiss on the cheek like you always do and keep pushing." Her afro bounces as she whips her head around, searching for your table as you stop occasionally, greeting your fellow peers.
"Yes, that'll be easy." You speak through gritted teeth, finally continuing your conversation after cutting through the crowd.
"I know how much you despise him-"
"But I don't." You toss a glance her way as you sit down at your spot, a large ‘32’ on the table signifying the assigned table.
She sighs and nods unconvincingly. "Sure. Anyways, he's at table 35 I heard. Make yourself known at some point with him. I want it to be front page news tomorrow." She points a warning finger at you as your raise your hands in defense, laughing at her.
"You're the boss!" She smiles at you before disappearing off to another table. You're joined by a few familiar faces, grinning as you hug your close friend, Whitney.
"So glad you're here with me, dear. If I have to sit near another one of these rock bands I'm gonna lose it." She whispers as you hug, making your body shake with laughter.
You sit through the award show casually sipping on your cocktail, smiling when the camera panned to you, and getting up to hug Whitney each time she had won.
You held your breath as the winner for Favorite Pop/Rock Male Artist was about to be announced, a category Michael was nominated for.
When George Michael's name was called, you couldn't help and look towards Michael, his face adorning a smile as he clapped. Your heart nearly fell to your stomach when his eyes shift over towards you, two tables over. You look away, attempting to avoid his burning gaze.
You were called onto the AMA stage five times that night, sweeping every category you were nominated in. As you give your fifth speech of the night, your eyes land on Michael who stared in adoration, his eyes nearly sparkling like your dress.
You hate how a simple glance makes your stomach do flips, nearly throwing off your speech midway. You step off stage with a grin, and are met with a choir of congratulations as you return to your seat. A brief commercial break ensues, giving you a moment to recompose yourself before the cameras flared back up.
That moment is quickly ruined when you feel a hand brush against your shoulder. Turning, you see Michael looking down at you, his infectious smile crossing his face. He leans down, bringing his lips close to your ear to speak.
"Thought I'd come by and congratulate you." He pulls back enough to see your face as your eyebrow quirks up. You recognize the flashing appearing around you as the press snapped photos of their two biggest stars interacting. You ignore it, reaching for Michael so his ear is near your mouth, mimicking his actions moments ago.
"You can never let me approach you first can you? Always gotta one up me." You tease with a playful smirk forming on your lips. He chuckles and lowers once more, his breath fanning against your ear and neck.
"Seems only right considering you're the big winner tonight. Good sportsmanship is important to me." He stays close this time, watching you carefully. The venue was booming, the chatter of the crowd ringing in your ears— yet the pound of your heart seemed to overpower it all.
Your musical rivalry was more on the playful, almost flirtatious, side of things. You know Michael is a Virgo perfectionist and your ego and passion for greatness are two forces that clashed, and yet the two of you remained friends regardless.
"Thank you for the congratulations, Michael. I hope to see you on that stage tonight too." You spoke directly to him this time, his eyes filtering across your face. His large palm squeezes your knee as a thanks, goosebumps forming from his touch. He gets up just as the cue that commercial break was over began. You watch him with precision, catching the way he looks your way once more after sitting down, not expecting to see you already looking. A faint smirk crosses his faces before he looks down and you turn back towards the stage with a slow sip of your drink.
When he accepts his Lifetime Achievement award later that evening, you stand as you clap to show your support. His eyes cut across the crowd while he speaks, addressing the whole room with his gratitude, yet you make eye contact multiple times throughout his speech. He has to be messing with you…
The awards wrap shortly after Michael's award and you catch Lia approaching you mid conversation with Lionel Richie. She waits patiently beside you to finish your conversation, instantly grabbing your hand after you hug him.
"Alright now Mrs. social butterfly," You scoff at her remark. "We have an after party to attend! We're heading back to the hotel to change and arrive fashionably late. You'll be the talk of the night!" Lia smiles brightly at you, guiding you through the crowd towards your valet.
"I'm not showing up in this dress?" You questioned, waving at the cameras trying to capture a good shot of you.
"Girl, no. That's the point of afterparties, to come in a second show stopping outfit! For the Queen of Pop, you have to give them your absolute best." Your security secures you and opens the door of your car for you as you and Lia slide in.
"Is Michael already there?" You tilt your head. She looks away momentarily before holding your gaze once more, a hint of timidity behind it.
"No."
You groan knowing he's going to show up around the same time as you. Your spotlight will be stolen and grouped with your counterpart—once again.
"Great."
"Look right here, gorgeous!"
The paparazzi was starving— famished even, when you step out of your car, thanking your security as he holds out a hand for you to take.
You left behind the tight, floor length, sparkling champagne dress and opted for a shorter cut backless dress. There were gold chains connecting along the open back of the bright red number, making you feel oh so sexy.
Smiling, you walk into the afterparty feeling victorious. You managed to evade a clash with Michael, earning your own entrance.
You take in the glamor of the nightclub that's decorated beautifully for the musicians, before you hear Whitney's voice behind you. Your stomach does a flip when you see her with her arm looped over Michael's shoulder, grinning widely at you. Michael's gaze feels heavy, giving you a once over while bitting his bottom lip. You feel ill every time you see him do it, not realizing how attractive he looks.
"Hey girl! Glad you could finally join us, we gotta get you caught up!" Whitney removes her hold on Michael and decides to latch onto you now, steering you towards a more private section. "C'mon now, Michael!"
You feel warm knowing he's getting a full view of your back and you risk a glance behind you. His eyes are locked onto the small of your back so intensely he doesn't notice you've caught him until the last second, his eyes traveling up to yours before quickly looking away in embarrassment.
The smug look on your face remains throughout the night, knowing each time you glanced Michael's direction, he was already staring or acting as if he wasn't a second ago. Your prestigious group took shots and passed a bottle of champagne back and forth throughout the night, while also getting up to dance and socialize with other celebrities.
You can feel the alcohol in your system, not quite drunk but definitely tipsy, when you came back to your private section, sashaying your hips past Michael. His hand reaches for your wrist, grabbing your attention. You turn to him, the low crease of his eyelids showing he was intoxicated. He says something you can't catch under the pound of the music and lean down to his earlobe.
"What was that?" He pulls you closer to him, his hand moving to your waist, making you fight off a shiver.
"Come dance with me!" He looks at you excitedly, chewing his gum with a delectable grin.
"C'mon, ain't no press in here girl."
His words are enough to get you onto the lower floor, moving your body along to 'It Takes Two', Michael moving alongside you rhythmically. You enjoy seeing Michael dance so casually, different from the calculated, perfected routines he did on stage.
His hands find a hold on your waist, gripping you tightly while your arms link around his neck. The heat between the two of you begins to feel noticeable, as if it was tangible. Something a tension that only two decades of yearning can create.
You rock your hips, the feeling of Michael's proximity and the buzz tingling through your body from the music and alcohol, gives you the courage to gaze up into his already dark state. The quiet, reserved Michael you tend to know wasn't the same man standing before you with a fire lit behind his irises. Your lips part in a genuine display of shock, admiring the way he's making you feel seen by him, finally.
You detach from his hold slightly to turn your back to him, stepping close to him as you sway your hips seductively. You don't get the chance to see the way his bottom lip gets sucked between his teeth, nor the faint sound that leaves his lips upon feeling you press against him.
His hands find a place low on your hips as you practically throw your ass back on him, your back flush against his chest.
"I got an image to uphold, dear. You keep that up and we're gonna be front page news." He spoke lowly in your ear, his soft tone earning a sly grin from you as you turn back to face him. You grip the side of his face, bringing him towards his ear to speak freely.
"We're front page news either way. Let's give them something good."
Your playful comment has him dragging you towards the door, making a pit stop at the phone to call your security detail.
"Hey, Sam it's me. Send my car back to the hotel."
You expect the shutter of the cameras when the two of you rush out of the dark nightclub, shouts and hollers from the media trying to gather either of yours attention.
"Michael! Our king and queen! Over here!"
He holds the door open to his car, ushering you inside before following right behind, slamming the door. You're both in a fit of giggles as the driver asks Michael where to. He composes himself enough to direct him back to his hotel before the divider slides shut with a mechanical whir.
"For someone so particular about his image, you seemed to let go just for a second there." You tilt your head at him, catching the shy Michael start to creep back in when his eyes drop to his lap briefly.
"Yeah… That's what a bit of a buzz and twenty years of-" He cuts himself off, eyes going wide. You glance at him confused, catching a battle wage across his features.
"Mikey, what's wrong? Twenty years of…?" You question using his nickname reserved just for you, one you called him when you were younger.
His big brown eyes meet yours anxiously, a shy grin spreading. "It's what twenty years of being in love with you will do." He finishes faintly, his eyes struggling to keep contact with your own shocked, bright ones. If you were anyone else, his aviators would have been on, unable to fully get a glimpse of his vulnerability.
"We're so incredibly stupid," You huff a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You thought about how the feelings you harbored for years that were disguised as mutual respect, or sometimes resentment, were a way to keep yourself guarded. "I've been ignoring how I feel for you since I was fourteen, Mikey."
His eyes nearly pop out of his head at your revelation, his hands flying to your knees that are turned towards him.
"You're not fooling with me are you?" He speaks your name with such delicacy it makes you feel lightheaded. You shake your head, planting your hands on top of his.
"I could never. I don't think…anyone else could understand me in the way you always have." You nearly knock the wind out of Michael's lungs, as his grin grows wider.
"I've…I've always felt the same way," He flips his hands to squeeze your own. "You have no idea how many songs of mine you've helped produce." His voice drops in the slightest, illuminating the underlying meaning in his words. You feel a fire ignite in your belly, taking a hand and dragging it up to his chest to spur a reaction.
"Oh yeah? Which ones?"
"That's a secret." His voice came out soft as he spoke, his bright, toothy smile making you reflect back at him in the same way with an airy laugh. "May I… kiss you?" He asked gently, cupping your face with his large palm. His gaze is pure adoration, fixating on your plump lips before connecting back at eyes.
You answer him simply by closing the distance, your lips connecting like the final pieces of a puzzle. You sigh against his lips, pure bliss filling your senses as he grips your waist, moving his lips gently with yours. When he pulls away to watch your face, he hovers close enough to feel your breaths puff across his face.
"The Lady in my Life." He says, looking into your eyes with a careful glint.
"What… What about it?" You nearly whisper, toying a finger into his jheri curl.
"I wrote that for you. The Lady in my Life will always be you."
You don't give him a second to think before you're crashing your lips into his, full of passion and desire this time. He lets out a muffled noise, finally moving along with you. Staying connected, you climb into his lap, settling perfectly there. He already is half-hard, stirring a whine from you as you grind your hips down into him, his own grip gliding you against him.
You seperate for a moment to take a gulp of air before diving back into each other, your center meeting his own with a suppressed moan. He began to tug on your bottom lip just as the car slowed to a complete stop, halting your actions. Michael pulls away with a groan, resting his forehead against your own as you try to catch your breaths.
"We got maybe 30 seconds before they open that door. We should make ourselves presentable." He sighs against you, closing his eyes briefly as if he was relishing in the moment. You slide off his lap, readjusting your dress and wiping the lipstick from off your face as Michael straightened out his rumpled shirt, playing with his hair to look put together again.
By the time you make it through the threshold of his room, you're practically throwing yourself on him again, his noise of surprise becoming muffled between your lips as he locks the door behind him with one hand, the other slotted at your hip. He breaks away and directs you towards the bed, swatting at your ass once as he admires the design of your backless dress.
You sat on the plush king sized bed, looking up at Michael seductively as he slowly approaches you. "Gonna be shy with me, Mikey?" You tease, an eyebrow raised.
A knowing, sly grin spreads on his face as he stands before you, bringing a hand under your chin to tilt up towards him.
"Not when I've been.. burning… with desire for you for this long." Goosebumps form on your skin from his words just as he leans down, pressing his soft lips to yours.
You pull him on top of you, immediately comforted by the feel of his weight against you. The kiss held the same intensity displayed in the car, with Michael gently spreading your legs wider to nestle against your core. You moan into his mouth as he grinds his hips into yours painstakingly slow, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip as he pulls away, leaving a trail of kisses long your neck.
You try to shift your hips up, connecting with his clothed hardness and both groaning in sync. Your panties were sticking to you now, creating a wet patch on Michael's designer pants from where you met.
"Mikey, baby." He hums into your neck in response, working his way down to kiss down the valley of your breasts. "I need you to touch me. So bad."
You feel his smile against your skin as he traveled lower, your cocktail dress fully bunched up around your waist now. He kisses your inner thighs, shifting from one leg to the other, before you feel him right at your center, dragging a long finger along your soaked pussy. You whine and frantically grab at the sheets next to you, peering down at him as he presses a kiss against your covered folds. He loops his fingers around the thin material and with a slight raise of your hips, is able to drag them down fully. He groans at the sight of you spread out so bare for him and you can't help but spread wider.
"You have such a pretty pussy, prettier than I imagined." The word sounds vulgar coming from his sweet mouth, which turns you on even more, sending a fresh wave of arousal down to your pussy in response.
"Can I taste you, sweet girl?" He asks, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin closest to your aching core. You frantically nod your head, forcing out a yes just as frantic, eager to feel him on you. He smiles at your desperation before he dips down, licking a long stripe straight up to your clit. You jolt and cry out, feeling his warm tongue flick along your clit, wasting no time in leaving you a withering mess. He gazes up to watch your every reaction, enjoying the way your lips are between your teeth before you fall back against the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth.
He alternates between burying his tongue deep in your hole and pleasuring your clit, his nose bumping against you and stimulating you even more. Your hands are in his curls, keeping him in place as he slurps up every drop of your essence, wanting nothing more than to feel you gush around his face.
He works a finger in while sucking on your sensitive bud, earning a moan from you. The stretch was making you delirious, whining about how much you needed his cock.
"Not till you finish for me." He speaks against you, sending vibrations to your stomach. You feel the familiar twist in your gut signaling you're close to your climax, mumbling how close you are when a second finger goes in, scissoring you open for him.
"Mikey… I… Please…" You plead, just desperately searching for your release. His tongue and finger moves in tandem, moving quickly to bring you to your peak. Michael grinds his hips into the bed, searching for friction while your legs begin to shake above him, the tightrope inside of you snapping. You cry out his name, grinding your hips into his face as you ride out the waves of release, Michael groaning into your pussy as your slick leaks all over his tongue.
His movements still as you catch your breath, still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. The loss of his fingers from your hole nearly makes you whine before the sight of him takes your breath away.
His eyes sparkle at you while he wipes your juices from his face, cheeks lightly flushed and his curls a mess from your grip. He slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck on the digits, holding eye contact while swirling your tongue along the finger pads, eliciting a soft moan from him. He pulls them out and makes quick work of pulling your dainty dress over your head, your full body on display for him as he watches in awe.
"Are you gonna join me or do I have to rip all of this off you myself?" You question with a tug on his trousers. His suit jacket was already lost earlier, making it easier to pop open his buttons while you pry off the heavy belt around his waist. Your hands are on his zipper before he lays a hand on top of yours, opting to do it himself.
"You just lay your pretty self right there." He speaks sweetly, his eyes carrying a shadow of nervousness that's mostly masked behind the profound lust. You've known Michael all your life— you know he's feeling shyer now.
You're about to speak before the sight of him in all of his glory has your mouth opening. You hone in at the sheer size and girth of him before glancing up at him, his lip between his teeth as he feels uneasy under your heavy gaze.
"Mikey, what happened to you not getting shy on me?" You offer a faux pout as he huffs a laugh.
"I'm not… I mean not really it's just… you know, I've liked you for so long and- and I can't believe-" You shut him up sitting up on your knees and dragging him towards the bed, gently pushing him back onto the soft mattress next to you. His eyes flash with shock, opening his mouth to speak before you plant a finger over his lips, looking down at him with an eyebrow quirked.
"I've thought about this probably as much as you have," You state simply, watching his wide eyes light up. "For the love of everything good, if I don't ride you right now, I'll go insane."
He nods as if his mouth had gone dry and scoots towards the middle of the bed. You swing a leg around him, straddling his lap as his hard dick pokes against your lower stomach. You grab him and begin to line the tip up with your leaking hole, his breaths growing heavy under you.
"Relax, pretty boy. Gonna make you feel real good." You purr right as you start to sink down, his mouth hanging open from the feel of your walls going down on him.
You ease down his thick length, pausing to accommodate to the stretch. Micheal's hands come to your waist, gently caressing you in encouragement. You sink all the way down with a moan, Michael whimpering as you pulsate around him. You give an experimental drag of your hips, lifting up and sinking back down once, making him moan loudly.
You start to bounce, steadying yourself with a grip on his shoulders as you slide down his length, both of your moans filling the room. His hands are gripped iron tight on your waist, watching with glazed over eyes as you ride his dick, the slick sounds your bodies produce becoming music to your ears.
You clench around him when he squeezes your ass, making him choke out a strangled noise of pleasure. You’re grinning in pure bliss, the stretch of his cock better than you ever imagined, your pussy leaking around him in response. When his cock hits you at a certain angle, you double over into his chest with a cry.
"Right there was good?" He questions, brows furrowing. You nod and don't notice his shift in demeanor until he starts pounding into you from below, eager to help you reach that spot again. The smack of skin on skin fills the room as he ravishes you from below, his large palms guiding you down to meet his thrusts by gripping your ass tightly.
You moan his name and squeeze him tightly as he fucks up into you, roughly smacking your ass. You leave a white creamy ring around his dick as you ride him, his hand connecting with your ass once more after seeing your reaction, crying out for more. Your clit rubs against his pelvic bone with each thrust, sending sensations to your aching clit. You rub the sensitive bud while Michael reaches for your breast bouncing in his face, squeezing the flesh there.
"Riding me so good… oh god… you're sinful." He nibbles at your earlobe as he talks into your ear, building up your second orgasm of the night. Your cunt squelches embarrassing loud but you're too fucked out to even care, moaning as you feel your peak approaching with each drag of Michael's cock.
"Mikey, I'm so close!" You cry out, feeling his dick hit deeply inside of you. His own soft moans and whimpers bring you to your release as you tighten around him, throwing your head back with a loud moan. He doesn't let up his pace as you ride out your orgasm, shaking as he pounds into your dripping walls desperately, chasing his own release.
He's about to pull you off him as his climax approaches, but you keep your legs firm around him, squeezing your walls tightly around him and sinking down on his cock to meet his thrusts. "Inside of me, let me milk you baby." You say with a drag of your hand along his chest.
He looses it at the thought of filling you with his seed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his dick twitches, hot ropes of cum spilling out of him with a cry of your name.
You stay on top of him for a while, catching your breaths. His hand is firm on your back, gently sliding soothing patterns up and down your skin. You pull off of him shortly after, leaning back to let him watch his cum slowly drip out of your hole and onto the sheets. You take your finger and stuff the rest back into you, making Michael groan at the filthy sight.
"You're gonna be the death of me, woman." He sighs, giving a completely fucked out smile at you.
"The headlines tomorrow may take you out before I ever do." You tease, knowing the press were having a field day seeing the two of you get into the same car earlier.
"The King and Queen of pop finally together? Could be worse things to write about." He looks at you playfully, turning your hand over to plant a kiss at the back of it.
"They're already planning our wedding details!" You giggle, not catching the way his eyes falter for a second.
"Did you miss the lyrics in The Lady in my Life? I've been envisioning it."
You tackle him, littering his face with kisses as he cackles like a young kid, giddy that he finally had you in his arms.
And for the rest of his life, he silently prays.
note 2: mrs. young freak ho is back 😇 idk yall something about switch but sub leaning mike just do it for me… expect more of this from me i like my men #submissive LOL.
