Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"So what do you want to do?" Michael asks after a few minutes of sitting in a comfortable silence. 

"I need to eat," I sigh, looking to the parisian clock on my wall, "It's been a while since I last ate and I'm starving." I groan as my stomach rumbles on cue. 

"Let me feed you," Michael says sexily causing my insides to turn, "What would you like?" he asks, placing his hand on my thigh, stopping my orgasmic foot rub. 

"I don't know, I just need to eat." I sigh, stretching my arms out behind me. 

"Would you like me to order something?" he asks. I nod, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands. 

"Chicken." I say quickly, causing him to start laughing. 

"You want chicken?" he asks, still laughing, "Every time we've eaten together you've had chicken. Is that your favourite food or something?" 

"Yes, yes it is," I smile, leaning forward to touch my toes in a stretch, "Chicken, donuts and spinach." I sigh letting my back and hamstrings stretch out. 

"Spinach?" he chuckles rubbing my back as I sit up. 

"Yep." 

"So if I ordered all of that right now, you'd be in heaven?"

"Well no," I drawl, "You'd still be here so it wouldn't be heaven yet." I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Awe, my feelings," he says childishly, holding his heart as he looks over to the table beside me, "Pass me my phone?" I pass him the phone and he picks it up and starts ordering the food. I stand from the couch and walk into the kitchen to get out some spinach from the fridge and a frying pan from one of the drawers.

As I'm opening the bag of spinach and putting it in the pan, I feel Michael's body heat against my back. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

I've been horny since I met this man, and I'm basically on the edge of losing my sanity right now. Sure he's given me his fingers, but I want to feel all of him. I know he's big, I've seen that dickprint. 

I breathe in through my nose as I feel his breath against the base of my neck. I try to keep my composure as I add some butter into the pan to help the spinach shrink, but he's making me lose my focus.

Even though this is a task that takes very minimal concentration. 

"You look so good tonight," he whispers against my heated skin, placing a kiss at the base of my neck. 

"I'm in Nike shorts and a hoodie," my breath hitches involuntarily.

"I know," he mumbles, placing his hands on my hips. 

Yes, touch me. 

"Can I touch you?" he asks, kissing my shoulder. 

"You already are," I say, not trying to be sarcastic. 

"Intimately," he hums against my hot skin, "Can I touch you intimately?" he asks again, pulling me against his body to feel his erect member against my ass. I turn around in his arms, looking up into his heated eyes.

"Why do you want to touch me?" I smile seductively, placing my hands on his firm chest.

"I live to touch you, Jamie," he smiles in one cheek, "I know we haven't known each other very long, but I want to touch you all the time." he explains, "Please, I'd love to touch you. I know you're not ready to have sex yet, and that's fine," he says, making my cheeks redden, "But please just let me make you feel good." he mumbles, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I reach up on my tip toes and pull him into a hot kiss, letting our tongues intertwine as his hands roam my body. 

"Touch me Michael," I whisper against his lips and that's all it takes for him to swoop me into his arms and carry me down the hallway. 

"Where's your room, baby?" he asks.

"Last door on the left." I mumble, reaching up to nip at his jawline. 

"You're so sexy," he groans, lying me down on my bed. He lifts my hoodie to kiss up my stomach as he plays with the band of my compression shorts. 

"You're sexier." I moan, pulling my sweatshirt off of my heated skin. 

"Hmm," he hums, making my body tingle, "I don't think so." he says, taking a second to stare at my breasts. He reaches behind my back and unclips my bra easily before throwing it to the ground, "Damn baby, you're breasts are perfect." he growls, groping my breasts. He licks my left nipple before sucking the right one into his mouth, making me arch my back.

"Yes Michael," I moan as he continues to suck and fondle my breasts.

"I knew they'd be perfect." he mumbles, making me giggle. 

"You've already seen them, you dork," I moan because he's now rubbing my clit through my shorts.

"You get sexier every time I see you, Jamie," he murmurs into my skin as he trails kisses down my stomach, starting to peel my shorts off of my caramel skin.

"Why do you say that?" I moan, arching my back as he spreads my legs wide. 

"Maybe it's because each time I see you I get to know you better." he says as he spreads my folds with his long fingers.

"Michael," I groan, arching my back with want. 

"I can't wait to see this beautiful body cum again," he growls before sucking my clit into his mouth. I gasp from the immense pleasure as he teases my wet labia with his finger. 

"Fuck yes," I moan, squirming beneath him. 

"Do I make you this wet?" he mumbles into my folds as he licks my slit before inserting one of his lethal fingers. 

"Yes Michael," I squeak as he inserts another finger.

"How many can you take?" he smirks, working his fingers inside of me, "Do you think you can take another one?" he asks as my body continues to shift around, "Answer me." he growls, making me want to cum even sooner. 

"I don't know," I pant as he blows cool air on my clit, "Fuck." 

"You're so tight," he groans, working his fingers harder, "I think I'm going to stick with two. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me." he mumbles, sucking my clit into his mouth again. 

"Michael," I say breathlessly. 

"You're so tight, I don't think you'll be able to take all of me," he murmurs, working his fingers faster, hitting my g-spot.

"Michael," I moan as my body moves beneath him. 

"Yeah baby, say my name," he demands, causing my walls to tighten around his long digits. 

"Michael!" I exclaim as he smacks the side of my leg making my orgasm come quicker. 

"Am I going to make this tight little pussy come everywhere?" he smirks, lapping up my wetness with his skilled tongue. 

"Yes daddy," I moan, holding my breasts against my chest as I feel myself get close to my orgasm. 

"You're so wet baby, damn." he hisses, moving his fingers faster as my walls throb against his fingers. 

"I'm gonna cum," I groan, arching my back as I reach down to grip Michael's curls. 

"Cum for daddy, babe." he commands, blowing air on my clit again. I arch my back as I feel myself about to release everything he's caused.

"Michael!" I moan loudly as milks my walls with his fingers. 

"Cum now!" he grits as an orgasm coats my body and start to shake, releasing all of my wetness on his hand and chin as he continues to finger me and my body quivers harshly. 

"Michael!" I scream again as another orgasm coasts through my body and I ignore a slight burning scent coming from the kitchen.