Michael Jackson One-Shots

🔥SNUCK IN

Disclaimer: I've been contemplating whether or not I wanted to put this out, but I decided what the hey. I wanted to do one of these oneshots for a while. So here I am. I will say that I'm changing a few things timeline wise. I wanted to put this in a year where Michael is in school, but I wanted him to look more like he did in the Thriller era. Only one cuss word is used because it didn't feel right not to include at least one.

October 1975

Y/N's Point of View

I nervously waited in my bedroom. My windows were open, and the curtains blew softly from the breeze coming through.

I could hear my pulse in my ears. I know I was the one who told Michael to come over, but I'd never snuck somebody in before.

Michael knew how to climb trees, and there just so happened to be a small tree right next to one of my bedroom windows. It was close enough where he could climb through.

I heard rustling outside and swallowed nervously. I stuck my head out the window, feeling the exhilaration of this dangerous plan of ours. If my family found out, or even his... "Michael? Is that you?"

"Yeah." He said, just about to get up the tree.

I stepped back and got onto my bed so he could come into my room. He crawled on top of me and gave me a few kisses. Then, looking down, I chuckled. "Somebody is excited."

"My mind was wondering before I came here." He admitted, kissing down my neck, tickling it with his warm breath.

I bit my lip, feeling his fingers softly trace my waist. "Do you wanna do this?"

I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat or how much harder it was pumping. "I... I do. You'll have to be quiet, though. I don't want my parents waking up."

"Challenge accepted." He smiled and dove in for another kiss.

His lips were soft, tickling my skin wherever he traced them on my body. It sent chills all through me. I took off his shirt and waited for him to help me get my clothes off. My fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, twirling strands around my fingers.

Since the tugging on his belt wasn't working, I resorted to massaging the bulge in his pants. He grunted a few times, and eventually, he gave up trying to tease me and threw his pants to the floor.

"Crap..." he whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't bring protection." He admitted sheepishly.

I waved him off. "I'm on birth control. So it'll be fine."

He seemed a little surprised that I hadn't told him I was on it whenever I had started. (About a month ago...)

"You're sure?" Michael asked.

"Michael." I scoffed. "If you ask one more time, I'll-"

I gasped when I felt him slam into me without letting me finish my threat. He covered my mouth with his hand. "We have to be quiet, remember? Your mom and dad are trying to sleep."

He was having fun now. I figured it would be much harder for me at the beginning with the being quiet part. He kept a slow pace at first, mainly to let me get used to the sensation for a while before his speed picked up.

I let out a tiny moan, and I felt one of his hands come down next to my head to keep his balance.

That's when he started thrusting quicker, making it progressively harder to keep myself quiet. I did my best to keep it at breathing only, but a few whimpers were escaping from my mouth.

"Fuck..." Michael hissed. "You feel so g-good Y/N..."

My parents were pretty heavy sleepers. But I didn't want to take any chances, especially if they decided to stay up later than usual.

Michael bit his lip when he started reaching his climax. "O-oh, I'm s-so close..." he whimpered a couple of times, making my stomach flip around.

One of his hands went up my shirt while he continued thrusting, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I moaned aggressively, not caring if anyone in the world walked in on this. I was on cloud nine, and nothing could ruin it.

After a more-than-pleasant eternity later, Michael came to a stop and thrusted hard one last time before falling onto the bed next to me. I listened intently for a while, waiting to hear any possible footsteps that I might hear stomping to my room. For a good minute, I heard nothing and breathed out a sigh of relief. "I think we're safe."

He turned to me and kissed me. "That was amazing. "

I felt one of his hands trace around my stomach, giving me the chills. I put my hand on top of his to hold. "Can you stay the night?"

He looked at the clock over my shoulder. "I'll have to leave early if I want to be back home before my family gets up.

"That's fine by me. As long as you're okay with it." I said.

"I would do this any day." He kissed my lips once and pulled me close. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I stared at my door for a while, worried somebody would barge in any second.

I'm not sure how long I went without blinking, but eventually, I did realize how tired I was, and I became less worried about being caught the more prolonged the silence was.