parings: thrad!michael x famous!reader
synopsis: with you being 4 years older than Michael majority of the times you had the upper hand, to treat him however; only acknowledge him fuck him in private while still moving as a free woman. Michael on the other hand couldn’t keep this up for much longer
warnings: smut 18+, sexual themes, crying, angry sex, slapping, minors dni.
Pissed wasn’t even the word
Michael was fuming, he couldn’t believe you
Actually, he could. He just didn’t think you had the guts to do so in front of him. Michael bit the inside of his cheeks as he watched you and Lionel walk side by side to the main stage
His hand rested just above your lower back, and your small, slender fingers held the golden purse your team picked out for you, that complemented your outfit
You two stood next to one another, being the center of attention in a room full of talented people, and also the greatest artists during the time of 1984
You walked up to the stand with Lionel still behind you, holding a nice and generous smile on his face, while Michael saw right through that shit
“I’d like to congratulate every single person in this room for your hardworking ethics and dedication. It’s also such an honor to be here and reward everyone for their success in this past year.” You said, giving a miniature speech
Michael shifted in his seat as he examined you fully, your hair being in a slick, neat ponytail. The white almond-shaped nails drew everyone’s attention to the stand where your hands rested; your shoulder blade being oddly sharp and bold
He also noticed how you’d keep amazing eye contact with the entire crowd, looking for attention, wanting them to engage in more than what you were saying, but instead the things that Michael noticed
Like how well that dress hugged your figure or how your chest sat so pretty. He’d seen it all and he knew it wasn’t just for him
“I also want to congratulate you as well—Lionel.” The crowd applauded, and you initiated a hug, his hands yet again around your waist, and yours wrapped around his neck
The hug was quick and very normal to everyone in the room except for Michael. He was the only person in the room with an issue, and he had every right
You don’t get to make love to him, tell him sweet nothings, be there and see him at his lowest. Nurture and take care of him in ways that no one has EVER done before, going on 30-day tours with him, just you and him
You do all that unbeknownst to anyone else, because deep down you know it could never work. There would be too much controversy around you and Michael’s relationship
You knew that in the first place, so why the fuck would you consider going further with him?
As you broke the hug, you placed a small kiss on his cheek. Just inches away from the corner of his lips, and Michael almost lost it. Almost, he was fuming though, but fucking up his image over a Jezebel wasn’t worth it
All he could do was chuckle, but nothing was funny. He bit his lip while smiling, but again, nothing was funny. Marlon—his brother, who was sitting behind him— looked over at his older brother, noticing a shift in his attitude
Michael didn’t look his brothers way but he did respond with a simple ‘Yea, i’m okay’ and that was it. His attention was still on you and the rest of this wack ass award ceremony
You licked your lips and cleared your throat before speaking into the mic again, “And the ‘American Music Awards’ go to…” You flipped the paper, and you instantly became hot
Your conscience was so guilty, you knew Michael had been watching your every move for 3 hours and more. You always felt bad when Michael explained to you how bad you made him feel
“M-Michael Jackson!” You announced, putting on the fakest smile ever. The applause was so loud you’d think the audience doubled. Michael stood up, swiping his hands across his jeans while smiling and giving the crowd small nods and hand waves
Once he hit that stage, his eyes were stuck on you. Of course, being content, he still shook Lionel’s hand. His grip was firm, and he held a look in his eyes which, ultimately, Lionel could tell was up
He dipped his head a bit and stepped back. “Congratulations, man.” Michael nodded and walked over to where you stood. His expression seemed normal to the public, but you could see it in the way he walked
You extend your arms for a quick hug. Michael returned the same, but you didn’t miss the way his fingertips pressed hard into your hips as you two held the hug, making your movement pause a bit
You pulled away and he nearly laughed at the way you smiled at him, and congratulated him like nothing had happened. Like you two were just 2 of a million industry stars, like you didn’t dismiss him the way you did
“Congratulations Michael.” But he was Mikey in private, okay. He barely acknowledged your forced thanks even though it was truly genuine. You truly admired him, and how dedicated his is but he didn’t feel it not one bit
Maybe he did but today was not one of those days he felt any of that from you
Michael smiled and held up the heavy award weighing on his hands and blew a kiss with his hand out to the audience. He stepped up to the mic and began his speech
“First, I’d like to thank God. Along with my mother and father, who have been very essential to me and my siblings throughout our years of success.”
Even when it’s supposed to be about him he still thought about everyone else
“And in moments like this, it’s very important to have those who are dear to you standing next to you. So—the ones who were able to make it for me today, I’d like you to come up.” He said in a soft voice
The crowd applauded and Michael’s peers [Quincy, Marlon, Jackie and Janet] traveled their way onto the stage. You all greeted each other, so there was a lot of position changes and not once did Michael’s eyes leave you
He kept a small smile on his face, but his eyes were only on you. He wished you would pull some’ shit while he’s in arm’s reach. Michael still stood near the stand, so he went to say his final words
“Before I go, I would like to thank my fans. The feeling of being loved and recognized out loud is truly beautiful. I love you all, thank you.” And with that, the crowd stood and applauded
Michael and his peers walked away, but he shot you one last look before taking his leave. You grinned at him before raising your hands to applaud as well. As you had seen him get lost in the crowd, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding
“Ain’t’ never seen Michael so.. like that.” Lionel said in a quiet tone behind you
“I hadn’t noticed there was anything wrong.”
You two took separate cars, but the destination was the same place. After a night of dismissing your secret lover, you knew you had a long night ahead of you. Filled with you apologizing every second and swearing that you weren’t going to treat him like that again
“Thank you.” You thanked the driver in a quiet voice as you got out of the vehicle and walked to the door. You expected all hell to break loose the second Michael heard you come in, but there was silence
He was there; he just didn’t acknowledge you, as expected. You did see him, though; he had completely changed from his royal attire he presented earlier, and now he wore a white T-shirt with black sweats
His hair damp and his curls loose, meaning he had just freshly showered. “Mikey?” You called out for him. Usually, he’d answer, then you two start a big-ass argument, resulting in him being seen as overbearing and overreacting
But he wasn’t dealing with that shit today. He was tired of your manipulation. You sighed, realizing that you weren’t going to be able to cut through his stubbornness just at this moment. So you placed your belongings on the kitchen counter and headed to your room so you could freshen up
By the time you finished your shower you’d expect him to calm down right? No. Hell no
You were very cautious with your movement, as you got closer to where he sat, you could see how visibly upset he was. His breathing was heavy and his jaw was clenched
You stood in front of him; the only thing his view consisted of was your thighs, that were covered halfway by some light pink baby shorts you wore
You extend your hand out to grab his, but the second he felt your fingers on his, he slapped your hand away. Michael never got physical with you. You were the one more so handsy with him, like you’d push him away or be the one slapping his hand away
You gasped and retracted your hand, “Grow the fuck up, Michael.” You shouted at him. You weren’t extremely loud, but you had plenty of base in your voice. Before you left him by himself, you pushed his forehead back. Before you thought about walking away, he stood up and gripped your wrist
He didn’t even say anything but he sat you down roughly right where he once sat. He stood above you but lowered his hands on each side of you, “You want me to grow up? You’re a grown woman who can’t come to terms with her feelings—”
His fingertips coming into contact with your chest, symbolizing that you didn’t know what to do with that piece of flesh protected by your skin and bones
“A woman— a childish woman, who’s so wrapped up in what the public would think about her potential relationship.. that she’d rather keep the jezebel image. Rather than accepting herself for who she is and what she is.”
Michael’s words were cutting so deep you hadn’t realized the tears that fell down your face rapidly. All you did was stare up at him, eyes wet, and your nose became a faint red color
He didn’t care, he couldn’t care less about those damn tears
“You’re an amazing manipulator, you make me feel these ways and then— I end up feeling bad because of what?” You barely missed the way his voice cracked, you actually had no words this time
Usually Michael was the one in your shoes, and now that the coin is flipped, this shit doesnt feel good
“It’s because you’re a coward” He whispered, coming closer to your ear as small tears also fell down his face
You couldn’t hold back yours, small sobs fell from your lips as they quivered; your hand quickly wiping the tears that painted your face
You broken sob fell from your lips again but this time it was much louder, “Mich—”
He cut you off. “You love being loved. And I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted. I deal with that enough in my everyday life.” His soft voice was long gone, had been since he gave that speech
“M-Michael I love you. I do, don’t say things like that please.. I just— our ages..” You trailed off, breaking the eye contact you’ve been holding for about 3 minutes and keeping your eyes on the floor
Your eyes went back to Michael “I can’t.”
Michael’s eyes softly shut, and multiple tears streamed down his face, but no sound came from his lips. “But you knew that the first time you came to lay down and have sex with me, right? Or when you first decided to indulge me in your twisted ass life when I was only 19?”
“You feed off of me, you’re a predator and i’m done being your prey.”
Your hand came flying across his face, he barely winced and lifted one of his hands to hold his face. “Fuck you Michael.” You cried out
He chuckled and nodded his head “Yea.. Yea, Mhm hm I bet you do.” His voice trembled. You slapped him again, and then again, until you started to hit his chest
Of course Michael wasn’t gonna man handle you back
But he had about just enough of your shit
You don’t know how the hell you got here. Actually, you do. You keep putting your hands on him, but the predicament you were currently in you’d never see coming
Michael literally tied your hands up. He tied them behind your back and had you face down ass up on the couch while he fucked into you with little remorse
His dick slid in and out of you so well due to your slickness that had been creating a soil on the couch from you constantly dripping
Your nasty moans and desperate cries were like music to his ears; it felt good seeing you be the weak one instead of him
Frustrated, sad, hurt, all of the above he quite literally couldn’t control himself. “oh— oh mikey” You cried out, tasting the salty tears that fell down your face due to the overbearing pleasure
He grunted as he switched his hands from your hips to your tied-up ones, gripping on them and angling you to where you were slightly lifted from the couch. He wanted to feel all of you; he wanted to reach lengths that he never even knew were possible
And that exactly what he did
“I told you—” he groaned while looking at the pleasant view beneath him, which was your wetness starting to paint his dick a faint white color. Him getting distracted by the nasty noises your pussy made
“Keep your damn hands to yourself girl.”
Your mouth hung open, and you could not open your eyes to save your life. The rhythm of his hips was quick and sharp, making a—
pap, pap, pap sound throughout the silent house. Your moans flew out of your mouth constantly, which ended in you making the most pathetic noise Michael has ever heard in his entire life once he let your hands go and you fell swiftly on the couch again
It was like a scream, mixed with a cry and a whine. Even you didn’t know what the hell that was, but even then Michael still didn’t stop, his lips probably all bloody by now from how hard he’d been biting it to keep his own noises hidden
“Fuck..” He groaned at how good and warm you felt around him, that’s one thing he would never deny is how good you felt
You whimpered and started to try reaching for his abdomen or a way to free yourself from the restraints, but there was no avail. “m’ sorry mikey—”
You weren’t sorry. It had just been too much for you, and you needed him to slow down, but he wasn’t doing that. Nor was he stopping
“i-i, m’ so sorr— fuccck” Your stomach tightened and you felt your 2nd orgasm of the night slowly start to creep up. Michael could sense you were at your peak, your pussy clenched around him making his movements stutter and become delayed
But Michael wasn’t done yet. Granted, he was going to cum a few times, but he didn’t want to come too many times to where the point it’ll become too much for him
His hands gripped your ass, and he dragged his hips back, never fully leaving you but only having his tip tease your entrance, which only made you whine at the no longer full feeling
He would enter you quickly, not missing the squelching sound your pussy made, and then drag himself back out with the same said pace, your moans and pants becoming more frantic
You slightly turned your head to look behind you and actually see him in action. Michael was biting his shirt, holding it up to where his caramel chest and abdomen were shown
The sweat damped his hair, which made his beautiful curly pieces lie messily over his forehead. He was enjoying this just as much as you were but couldn’t cave in just yet
He swallowed back a moan and let out a breathy groan. His hand came down hard on your ass, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure
He smacked it and then gripped the warm peice of flesh in front of him, your eyes still on him the entire time and his eventually locked with yours as well “ ‘Shit hurt’s dont it?” Michael rarely cussed at you but tonight he had no room to be respectful
He kept delivering hard, quick blows to your ass while still giving you deep, hard, and slow strokes; waiting for you to even attempt to answer him
He delivered another blow but this one was very very painful. “Don’t it?
“Y-yes! mik— oh.. ohh im cum—” You sucked in a breath, as your stomach snapped breaking and releasing every bit of tension and you let out a loud moan while releasing all of your cream on to Michael’s dick, leaving him more coated than before
Michael helped and fucked you through it but to stop himself from finishing also, he pulled out— stroking himself, hissing at the contact before putting his still hard cock away
You gently fell flat on the couch due to the lack of strength in your knees. “Can you untie me, please?” You said in a faint voice, barely managing to get it out. Michael didn’t answer you, but you felt his fingers undo the tight fabric that held your wrist
He turned your body around, to where now you were laid against the armrest of the couch.“Did I hurt you?” He looked at the faint mark on your wrist. You looked as well
“No, I’m okay.” You gave him a faint smile. His hand trailed up your naked thigh. You still were exposed to him, and the only thing covered was your chest by the shirt you wore
“Well, you hurt me.” Michael said. He spread your legs and positioned himself between them, the slickness from your last orgasm still present. Every breath he took, the cool air would come into contact with your bare cunt, making you whimper
“I-I love you.. I never meant to hurt you” You said in a shaky breath being distracted by how close he was, knowing at any given moment he would be devouring you
He hummed, placing small pecks on your inner thighs. You swallowed at the sudden contact, “Mikey.. C-can you kiss me?” His eyes shot up at you and his movements halted, he seen the desperation exuding from your eyes
He hadn’t kissed you this entire time. Yes, he’s kissing a part of you now, but that’s it. He’d only kiss anywhere on your body, not your lips, though. Michael started placing more kisses on your warm, plush thighs. “I’m kissing you right now.”
You shook your head and whined, “No Michael, here.” You said reaching down to swipe your fingers across his lips, he placed a small kiss on your fingers as well. You retracted your hand— hoping he’d do what you asked
Instead, his warm, wet mouth came into contact with your throbbing heat. You licked your lips and let out a breathy moan, your back barely arched off the couch as his tongue began to play and work wonders on your clit
The tip of his tongue danced on your bundle of nerves, he licked and teased your entrance catching you by surprise. “ah—” You gasped, your hands flew to his hair, using it as a way to stabilize yourself
He pulled you closer and lifted your hips up so he could get more access to your hole as he tongue-fucked you. You were a moaning mess, your body was heating up, and you were sweating like you had just run a marathon
This would be your 3rd orgasm to come and your barely managing to pull through for this one “ ‘so good mike, my god..” Your cries becoming louder while you squirmed in his hold. His tongue left you but he instantly re attached his lips to your puffy clit
While his mouth played with you, he inserted two digits inside of you, fucking you oh so well with his fingers. He pulled his lips away and you looked at you— seeing how wore out you looked, loving how tears continuously fell from your eyes as you moaned his name and other vile things
“Who’s making you feel like this?” Michael questioned, you opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. He gave you the benefit of the doubt, so instead of denying you this orgasm you were currently chasing, he’s speeding up the process for you
The thumb on his other hand began rubbing small cute circles on your clit, your hand instantly flew to the one stimulating your clit. You tried prying him away— “i-i can’t, please..”
You weren’t giving him what he wanted so he wasn’t gonna give u what you want. “Look at me.. who’s making you feel like this girl?”
Even holding eye contact is too much, you looked up at him chewing on your lip as you did. “You are..”
“Say who’s doing this too you”
Your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure and Michael removed his hand from your clit; still penetrating you with his other hand, to hold himself up while he placed kisses on your neck. “Michael is..”
“Just me?” His voice sounding muffled from him being buried into the crook of your neck. He pulled back to look you in the eye as you gave him your answer. You nodded your head, what felt like in slow motion because you were just a touch away from cumming
Michael barely smiled at you and went back down on you. You let out a low whine, a hand coming to his hair as you humped against his face to ride out your orgasm, “yes mikey.. right there—” You said in a whiny tone
You let out a loud breath, and the grip you had on Michael’s hair loosened. You hiccuped at the feeling of his lips still sucking on your abused clit even after you had finished, and he had removed his fingers
“No.. n-no more.” You hiccuped pushing his head away and surprisingly he moved. You looked up at him with begging eyes, “Please kiss me.” A small pout forming on your lips, it wasn’t like he didn’t wanna kiss you cause he did, he just had something to prove. He knew you were exhausted, you had been right after the second time you came
He rested against the other end of the couch. “If you behave,” he motioned for you to sit in his lap. You— still having your lower half exposed— climbed onto Michael’s lap. He extended his legs so he was able to lie flat
“I’m behaving Michael, I havent—”
A hard slap landed on your ass. You winced and bit your lip from the impact. “Turn around.” You obeyed, your back laid against Michael’s chest and your legs laid on top of his. Your bare ass was against his clothed dick. He lifted you up so he could free himself
He sat you back down, so now his dick was positioned between your legs. His dick gently tapping your clit, making you shiver. “Are you able to take anymore?” he asked, only to mess with you because he was going to give you it regardless
“No.. No I don’t think so mikey.” You answered truthfully. His hands rubbed your abdomen gently, he leaned down a bit to kiss your neck then trailed the kisses up to your cheek
“How do you think I felt?”
“All these years, I couldn’t take seeing you interact with other men in subtle ways you did with me.”
You moaned at the way he licked and bit your neck as he talked to you. “You kept going, you never stopped.”
“When I told you how much it was breaking my heart—” He quit showering you with kisses and started to stroke himself, precum already decorating his tip
“Did you stop? or did you keep going.”
You whimpered at thought of what was to come next. “I kept going.”
“So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” And he pressed his tip at yours, once again dripping holes before fully inching himself in. You shook as you sank down on him, your legs closed just off of whatever instinct
“Keep em open” His tone breathy from the suffocating feeling your pussy blessed him with. You let out a closed mouth moan, “I can’t..” You felt every bit of him with opened legs and that was too overwhelming
“Yes you can.’” His large hands hooked under your thighs to spread your legs. Underneath, you felt him begin to thrust into you. You had zero strength to hold yourself up, which was perfectly fine because he couldn’t tell the difference
“Yep.. There you go.” He praised, you were completely submissive to Michael in this moment, it made you feel so weak, you were taking him so well
“s-shhit michael..!” You cried out, your nails dug into his thighs. He groaned at the sudden feeling but adapted after a while. His pace began to speed up, and the feeling his mushroom-y tip started to become more recognizable against your gummy walls.
You kept whining and whimpering about how much you ‘couldn’t take it’ and Michael was there to shush’ you and tell you how much you could and were going to
He was more vocal than earlier and you heard all of his manly noises in your ear which also sent multiple electrical shocks to your heat. “Doin so good. You feel amazing..” He kissed you, just inches away from your lips, you couldn’t handle any more of his teases
You poked your lips out, attempting to reach his. He noticed, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as he bit them while pounding into your warmth
“Let me fill you up.. n I’ll never stop kissing you. Just lemme stuff you.” More tears began welling up in your eyes. Michael had you locked down where you couldn’t even move your own hips. Soon, this would push you to overstimulation
Your mind was so clouded. You clearly weren’t thinking straight, because Michael was clearly the type to trap you with a baby
Your mouth nearly watered as you felt his lips come in contact with yours, at first it was quick; it was like you had food deprived for years
He nibbled on the bottom of your lip, sucking and pulling at it before entering the kiss again but this time his tongue and your tongue danced with each other
Tears trickled down yours faces, these being emotion ones and Michael felt them brush pass his face which cause him to bring his thumb up to wipe them away. Cause even in the heat of this moment you still were very apologetic
You both moaned into the kiss, slowly becoming short of breath. His left hand held onto the side of your face, and yours stayed positioned on him. You pulled from the kiss, letting out a nasty mewl, “mikey—I-I have to pee…stop."
You felt like you were genuinely about to burst any given moment. This only excited Michael more, “Let it out baby..Been so good for me all day, don’t wanna mess it up”
He learned a thing or two from you with this manipulative shit.
You shook your head and let out a shaky breath. Your 4th orgasm of the night had just approached, but this time it left you spraying Michael all over his lower half
“oooh.. ah, mikey— mmph!”
But right as you came to your end so did Michael seconds later, “Fuucck angel..” Your heart fluttered at the name, his white, thick liquid coated your insides. Some leaked out out of you, traveling all the way down to his balls but Michael thrusted his hips sloppily making sure most of it stayed
You whimpered at the feeling of him sliding out of you. You felt the liquid very slowly ease out of you. You were completely depleted, so you slumped into Michael’s arms
He gently brushed your hair out of your face and placed a kiss on your forehead. Even with very little energy, you still needed Michael to know how genuinely sorry you were. “I’m sorry, Michael. I genuinely am. I promise I won’t hide us anymore. I’ll show you. Tomorrow, we can go out together.”
You shifted your head to where you were looking at him. “You mean it?” The softness in his voice very faint
He smiled and placed another kiss on your forehead, you closed your eyes and softly smiled—
“I have to take a plan B.. like right now”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
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