Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Mmm," Michael hums lowly as I feel all of him into my domain, making it his. 

"Michael," I moan, throwing my head back as the water splashes over us, and my breasts bounce free. He takes both of them, pushing them together and swirling his tongue around both of my nipples, creating an even more heightened sensation, and my urge to come even stronger. 

"I know you're going to come baby," he grits as I ride him torturously slow, trying not to get the bath water on the tile floor. 

"Y-You know me so wellllll," I groan, shutting my eyes tightly and Michael sits up to kiss the racing pulse on my neck. 

"I do know you well," he mumbles against my heated skin before sucking my sweet spot back into his mouth, making me shudder.

"Come with me baby," I pant, grinding my hips against his thick cock even faster, making him dig his nails into my hips. 

"Shit, Jay, wait for me, I'm almost there," he breathes, licking my collarbone, up to my neck and along my jawline.

"Fuck Michael!" I squeak as he reaches under the water to rub my clit in circles. 

"Come with me baby," he coaxes, pulling me into a passionate kiss, "Come with me." he says again, suddenly pinching my clit making me come all over him and I feel him jerk his hips upwards and his warmth spreading through my core. 

"Michael!" I scream, throwing my head back as I dig my nails into his shoulders. 

"Damn, girl," Michael pants, his hips jerking as he empties all he has into me, "Fuck." he sighs, leaning his head back on the tub as I collapse on his chest, with his dick still inside of me, and my walls throbbing around him from the aftershocks I'm having.

"I will never get bored of this sex, babe," I sigh, lifting myself off of him, and I shiver, as Michael breathes in sharply before I sit back in his lap.

"Same, babe," he sighs, kissing my forehead before wrapping his arms around me, the steamy water almost feeling too hot now that we've made love. 

It was nice before, but damn! I need something to cool me down!

"Oh Michael," I sigh, resting myself on his chest. 

"What?" he chuckles, intertwining his fingers with mine as I muster up the strength to sit up so I can look into his eyes. 

"I just... love you so much," I grin, kissing his lips longingly and he immediately laces his tongue with mine. 

"Damn, girl, you're going to start something again," he grins against my lips, kissing me again. 

"Maybe I want to," I giggle, as he squeezes my breasts and I feel his erection harden under me all over again. 

"I wouldn't be mad if you did," Michael smirks kissing down my neck as he pinches my nipples, causing an involuntary moan to slip from my mouth, "You like that don't you?" he smirks again, bowing his head to roll his tongue around my areola. 

"Yessss," I groan, leaning my head back before feeling his lips detach from my body, "Hey, what's that about?" I ask, looking at him with urgency. 

"Damn, you need me that bad?" he smiles cockily, making me roll my eyes.

"No," I scoff sarcastically, and he holds both of my hands, intertwining my fingers. 

"You have really nice hands," he mumbles, looking down at ours intertwined.

"I didn't know you had a hand thing," I giggle. 

"A nice hand deserves to have a nice ring on it," he says, looking up into my eyes as he taps my left ring finger with him, skipping over my dig at him. 

"Really?" I ask, my mouth drying as he leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. 

"Oh, yeah, babe," he grins, bringing my hand up to his and kissing my ring finger this time, "That's super sexy. A big ring on a nice hand." 

"Michael," I smile bashfully, leaning back a bit, "Are you serious?" 

"Maybe.... not now, but maybe," he nods, a bit of relief lifted off of my shoulders. 

I am not ready for marriage. 

With Michael, definitely more than anyone else, but I mean, come on, it's only been a few months. 

"I might like being a Jackson," I grin as he reaches his arms around me and squeezes my ass. 

"I bet you would," he grins, pulling me into a deep kiss, "Mrs. Jackson." he whispers against my swollen lips, before leaning in and lacing his tongue with mine as we start another hot and heavy make out session that is definitely going to lead to something else. 

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"Babe, stop," I giggle, as Michael kisses down my shoulder, running his hands up my naked curves as I'm searching the closet to find something cozy to wear. 

"What, I can't touch my gorgeous girlfriend," he mumbles against my heated skin before kissing the sweet spot on my neck. 

"You c-can," I stutter as a shiver goes down my spine, "But you were just touching her for over an hour in the bathtub so you should be fulfilled," I smirk as Michael squeezes my breasts through my towel, and I lean all my weight on his sturdy body. 

"I will never have my fill of you," he says softly, kissing the space behind my ear before stepping away and walking to his side of the walk in closet. 

"Okay, you can't do that," I sigh, irritated, because I'm all wet (not from the bath) and he just walks away. 

"Do what?" he asks, faking innocence, as he looks at me over his shoulder, before staring at his clothes as I stare at his sexy, naked top half. 

"You can't just kiss me and feel me up then walk away, leaving me all hot and bothered," I growl, folding my arms under my breasts. 

"Oh?" he smirks, undoing his towel from his waist and letting it drop on the floor, letting himself hang free. I let out a light gasp, staring at his erect member, and I sigh, feeling myself weak in the knees. 

My man is hung!

"Like what you see?" he asks, arching a cocky brow. 

"Mmm," I hum, slowly walking over to him, "You know I do, baby." I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulls me in by my waist into a very deep, dizzying kiss. 

As Michael is about to undo my towel, the doorbell rings. Michael holds me tighter, and I don't mind because I was not about to go get that door. It rings again. 

"Baby," Michael sighs against my lips before kissing me once more. 

"Let it ring, Michael," I groan, kissing him again, immediately intertwining his tongue with mine. 

"I have to go get it," he sighs, pulling away, and I groan, throwing my head back. Michael places a kiss at the base of my neck and pulls out his drawers to slip on grey sweatpants and a white, v-neck t-shirt. 

"Fine," I sigh, "We'll just pick up where we left off after we deal with whoever this is." I wink, and he smiles deviously. 

"You know it," he grins, ripping the towel from my body and spanking my bare ass... hard.

"OW! Michael, what the fuck?!" I whine, holding my sore ass and he grins, lingering in the doorway to take me in once more. 

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he winks, giving me the elevator look one last time before leaving me in the closet. 

"Damn," I sigh, looking back at my ass before rolling my eyes. I quickly slip on some light blue sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt before quickly making my way down the stairs to see who it is as well. 

I reach the bottom, and stick my head out so that I can try and see who it is as Michael unlocks, then opens the door. 

"Lisa?" he gasps, as my eyes widen, "What are you doing here?" he asks in a shocked tone. 

Lisa... Lisa...

OH HELL NAH!