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Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Synopsis: Wanting the best for his angel, Michael takes you to your dream vacation place and makes your first time unforgettable, more special than you could have imagined.
Tags: smut, virginity loss, teasing, dom!michael, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), hand job, p in v, creampie, implied age gap, praise kink, bit of spit kink, mike's huge cock (yes, it needs it's own warning).
Word Count: 7.7k
Requested?:yes/no
Author's Note: I won't write a part two to any other one-shot, however, when it comes to this one would you be interested in this becoming a little series where Michael teaches virgin!reader (well not anymore lol) how to ride him, give him a blowie etc.?
!!! If smut makes you uncomfortable do not read/engage. You are responsible for your own media consumption. !!!
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After a while of lounging on the daybed next to the pool and conversing it gets dark, and your impatience is palpable. You playfully boop Michael's arm, looking up at him with wide, pleading doe eyes. Your eagerness is obvious, but Michael can't resist teasing you a little, acting as if he's oblivious to your earlier conversation.
He blinks innocently, tilting his head in mock confusion. "What's got you so worked up, little one?" he asks, a playful twinkle in his eyes. He knows exactly what you're thinking but can't resist teasing you.
Your cheeks heat up out of a mixture of frustration and anticipation. You lean closer to him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," you whisper, not wanting to explicitly say what you're yearning for.
Michael's lips curl into a knowing smile. "Do I, now?" he says, his voice velvety and indulgent.
You huff in mock annoyance, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. "Yes, you do," you reply, your yearning gaze meeting his. "You promised, remember?"
His smile deepens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "ooh" he says, his tone full of faux realization. "You mean... that promise."
You can't help but giggle, your exasperation melting into a softer expression. You playfully swat his arm. "Don't tease me like that," you chide, your voice a gentle plea.
