Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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As I straddle Michel's lap, letting his erect member rest on my front, he tucks a piece of my inky black hair behind my ear.

"Michael, why do you like me?" I ask as he places a soft kiss on my jawline.

"Are you kidding?" He smiles, "There are so many reasons," he begins, wrapping his arms around me, "You're super intelligent, you clearly don't take shit, you're super sexy, and girl," he groans, looking down at my breasts and ass, "You have the best ass ever!" He smiles, lightly smacking it.

"Michael," I giggle, slapping his chest.

"No, really though," he chuckles, kissing my lips softly, "You didn't let me have you on the first try, and boy did I want you." He growls, kissing down my neck.

"When did you know you wanted me?" I bite my lips as he sucks on my neck.

"As soon as I turned around after you called me jerk or whatever you said." He smiles, as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Really?" I smile.

"Oh yeah. For sure. When did you know you wanted me?" He wiggles his brows.

"Who said I wanted you?" I joke. He shakes his head, squeezing my ass.

"You're gonna get yourself punished he growls, groping me again.

"I thought you were sexy." I smile, avoiding his statement.

"Really?" He eyebrows shoot up.

"Oh yeah. Super sexy." I bite my lip, running my hands down his chest.

"Ooh, girl, you're 'bout to start somethin'." he mumbles, pecking my lips.

"Am I?" I ask, placing kisses along his jawline.

"You will if you don't stop," he murmurs, gripping my ass, "But I don't want to."

"What?" I ask, lifting my head, "I thought you wanted to-"

"I do." He states clearly, still rubbing my ass, "But I want to treat you right. When I have you, I want you so many different ways. Not just one position in a bathtub." He says, lust sparking his eyes.

"Then why are we in a bathtub?" I say sexily.

"Because," He inhales sharply, "I wanted to apologize properly, and show you that I wasn't just going to sex you down to apologize." He says seriously, keeping eye contact.

"Michael," I giggle, holding his biceps, "You ate me out," I say softly, as if it's a secret, "That's still sex."

"Oh baby," he grins, placing my hands on his rock hard dick, "You call that sex?"

"Michael," I mumble, running my thumb over the tip of his cock.

"Girl, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum right in your hand." He moans, jerking his hips a bit as I rub him slowly.

"Yeah you're right." I smile. As I start to get out of the tub, Michael sits up quickly.

"What are you doing?" He asks urgently as I dry my body with a soft towel.

"I'd rather have you cum, in here." I say lustfully, patting my crotch, as I drop the towel on the tile. Michael's lips part a bit as I run my hand over my mound, before turning around and walking out of the washroom. Immediately, I hear the water splash around.

"You don't know what you've started!" Michael growls playfully, running out of the washroom. He scoops me up in his arms, causing me to giggle, and throws me on the king size bed, "Come here." He smiles, pulling me by my ankles, causing something to flash in my mind.