pairings: michael jackson x fem!reader
contains: sexual themes, p in v, childhood bestfriends, michael calls reader ‘baby’ and ‘mama’, slight degradation, smut
hand in hand, the both of you walked through the dimly lit parking lot. twirling and spinning as michael held one of your hands in the air. your skirt flowing in the cold night wind.
“cmon’ girl, show em what you got” he teased, earning a giggle out of you.
you let go of his hand, and turned to face him. “well thank you,” you bowed, “i love all of my fans.”
he scoffed loudly, “pfffftt, me a fan of you?”
“mhm.” you paused, “my biggest.”
he laughed, before opening the car door for you. “okay then, m’lady.”
you turned to him, “m’lady?” you questioned. he smirked, “you heard me.”
turning back to the car, you got in as he closed the door behind you. walking to the other side of the car before getting in.
“home?” he asked, looking at you as he started the car. you sucked your teeth, “can’t i go to yours?”
he rolled his eyes playfully, before putting the car in reverse and pealing out of the parking lot.
the front door unlocked as you two slowly crept inside, michael quietly shutting the door behind you. he pointed up the stairs his finger on his mouth, gesturing for you to be quiet.
you headed up the stairs, michael walking slowly behind you. the night stars through the window the only think illuminating the house.
you both walked into his bedroom, as he shut the door as quietly as he could. you headed straight to your favorite spot on his bed, kicking off your flats and laying down.
he looked over at you, before setting down his keys and wallet on his desk.
“you act like you own the place.”
“i do not.” you snapped back.
he sighed, walking over to you and sitting down next to you.
he looked stressed, his eyes having slight bags under them, his hands fidgeting slightly. “what’s up?” you asked, taking one of his hands into yours.
he shook his head, laying back, resting his head on the headboard. “nothing.”
“something.” you used your free hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you.
he smiled softly, looking deeply at your face before pulling away.
“i’m just stressed.” he ran one of his hands through his curls, “work, parents, public.”
you squeezed his hand softly, “can i help with anything?” your voice quiet and reassuring.
he looked at you again, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite grasp. “no, y/n, you do enough for me.”
“i can help you with, anything.”
he went quiet, his mind leading him places he didn’t want to go. shaking his head once more, “no y/n, seriously.”
you subtly began to run your fingers across his hand, and up his arm. “please, michael, let me help.”
goosebumps formed on him as your soft fingers traced every vein on his arm.
he pulled his arm away, “what ‘re you doing?”
you moved closer on the bed, your knees touching his thighs slightly now.
you get up, slowly lifting your leg so you are now on his lap straddling him. you rest your hands on his chest looking down at him.
he doesn’t say anything, or stop you. his hands finding their way to your waist.
“can i help you now?” you ask, leaning down, your lips hovering over his.
he nods slowly, before closing the space inbetween you two. his lips press hard against yours, like he needs this, he’s been waiting for this.
his hands stay still on your hips, gripping you harder as the kiss got messier.
you begin to move slowly, grinding against him.
“please, mama, i need more.” he brings his hands down to his belt, struggling to unbuckle it.
as he gets it off, he lifts himself up and pulls down his pants slowly. his bulge pressed against his boxers.
you bring your hand to his bulge, pressing down slowly, small whimpers leave his mouth.
“give me more, please.” he whines, pushing down his boxers to expose his hard dick.
you sit up, sliding your panties to the side. michael lifts up your skirt, watching you do so.
“atta’ girl.” he whispers, eyes following as you hover your pussy over his ready dick.
you slowly begin to lower down, his tip entering you. “m-michael.” you cry, the sudden contact breaking you.
“so fucking tight f’ me, hm?” he grab your waist, pushing you down onto him more.
you moan, his length stretching you out in all the right places.
"fuckkk baby," he groans, tilting his head back, “taking me so good.”
you whimper softly as your body adjusts to his size, your walls tight around him.
he begins to lift your hips slowly, making you to slide up and down his length.
you let out a broken moan, your thighs trembling as you start to roll your hips, grinding down against him.
he groans, “fuck, yeah baby... just like that" he mutters, his grip on your waist tightening.
he pulls you down to his chest. "gotta feel you," he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. "can feel how wet you are every time i move."
he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible as he buries himself deep inside you.
broken groans leave his mouth, his face buried deeper in your neck.
“i can’t-” you cried out, tears forming as he thrusted deep again.
“t-take me-” he choked out quietly, slamming his hips into you once more “f-fuck take me all.”
his grip tightened painfully on your waist, as hot cum filled you up completely. you clenched around him one more time, your own release following.
both of you sat there for a minute, trying to catch your breath.
michael rubbed tiny circles on your back slowly, placing a soft kiss to your ear.
note: okay idk how to finish it so that’s the end i need to work on my story telling and not just straight smut ;( i hope u all enjoyed hehe & tysm for all the support<3
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