A/N: Hold onto your golden footballs because I have been looking for a Come Together Fic forever and haven't found one so I had to make my own. Enjoy! And please, don't mikegasm in public it's not a good look 💀Love you guys Xx

~Michael~

The bass was thrumming through the stage floor right into my body as I strutted across, my yellow shirt hanging from my shoulders.

Putting a live performance into my film was something I just had to do, any excuse to finally get the opportunity to perform one of my favourite songs of all time.

"Come together baby!"

As I turned, I was face to face with this girl I had never seen before, but my inhibitions just told me to roll with it and before I knew it, she had broke out her own dance.

I had to say, she was a real mover. I loved her look, her attitude as she danced was intoxicating, and worked so well with the mood of the beat and the performance.

Suddenly, she grabbed my ankle and I felt a rush fly up my leg like a spark.

The moment was all too brief and I moved myself away from her, completely caught up in the music.

By the time I had another opportunity to look back in her direction, I just caught a glimpse of my security manhandling her offstage.

I guess that's the end of our jam session, I thought.

It was near the end of the song anyway, so for those last few minutes I let myself be taken over again and forgot about everything else.

The crowd was absolutely jumping in the intimate venue, glowsticks thrusted to the ceiling like a mismatched light show. I struck my last pose with my band and the audience was whooping and hollering as I had hoped.

As the song faded out, my lips quivering to the guitar riff, I looked around wondering if that girl was in there somewhere.

Over the tumultuous noise I heard the director yell "Alright! That's a wrap!"

Without further instructions, I dashed off to the wings, my fist in the air for the crowd's benefit.

As soon as I entered backstage, I was smothered by crew handing me water and a towel to dry off my sweaty face, a sure sign of hard work.

"Mike... that was fire man, I have never seen you move like that! You were like an animal out there! Good job everyone, you guys rocked it!"

"Thank you Jerry, you are too kind, but really, everyone was amazing"

Jerry, the director of my movie, patted me on the back.

"Michael, you are so modest. I'm telling ya, the crowd out there were wild, they loved it! You better watch it now, those girls out there are going to be drooling all over you like Skipper"

I chuckled. "Where is he anyway?"

"He's in the kid's dressing room, no doubt getting all the fuss before he goes home"

I nodded, chugging a bottle of water. I handed it to a stagehand. He winked at me before walking off.

Suddenly, I remembered that girl and ran after him.

"Hey! Excuse me, do you know what happened to her?"

He looked at me, confused.

"Who?"

"The girl who got on stage"

He smirked.

"Oh her? I think she's still around somewhere, but I'll have to ask the security, I don't know what they do with the crazy ones. I'll scout around for her. Gave it a kick though, right?"

I grinned. "Sure did. Thanks man"

"No problem, Mr Jackson"

Satisfied, I returned to my dressing room for some peace and quiet, the beat still pounding in my head.

I looked in the mirror and saw my semi naked body and sighed, suddenly embarrassed as reality hit.

Always have to get carried away, I thought.

I pulled out my chair and flopped into it, my legs aching slightly as the aftereffects started to kick in.

I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating the reception of my performance, when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in" I answered, but the door was already being opened. I spotted a feminine figure enter the room in the reflection of the mirror.

"You wanted to see me?"

Her voice sent a thrill through my body and I turned in my seat to get a look at her.

She was mid height and tanned, her short black hair cut in a pixie style. She was chewing on gum and stood there with a precense that told me she was definitely the daring type. Her purple crop top showed a piercing in her belly and I scanned my eyes over her leather cladded legs.

She was definitely something.

"Yes I did. I wanted to er... tell you that I appreciate the contribution you made to my performance. You gave it an edge and... Well I want to thank you for that."

She scoffed and popped her gum.

"Wow, I'm being congratulated for violating security rules, huh? That's a first. But cheers. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I know I did."

I felt my face heat.

"W-what's your name? If I may ask?"

She kicked the door shut with her boot and sauntered over to me, reaching out her hand.

"Name's Savannah. And yeah, I guess I don't need to ask yours, Mr Jackson"

I gingerly took her hand and shook it, feeling a fizzling sensation.

"It's a pleasure Savannah, that's an... interesting name. Oh and please, call me Michael."

"Well you can thank my parents for that one. So you didn't send for me to chew me out? I half expected you to rant about respecting your performance or something."

I cocked my head and grinned.

"You respected my performance by adding to it. And I liked your style. But... If you wanted a telling off, I could arrange that for you"

Her eyebrows shot up at my last sentence.

"A punishment hm? I guess I do deserve one... I mean, I broke the rules, right?"

My arousal started to grow by the minute. I leant forward in my chair and looked her deep in the eye.

"You were extremely brave for doing that... You were wiling to face the consequences enough to stay on that stage and to enter my personal dance space."

She bit her finger seductively.

"Mhm... and what are the consequences, Michael?"

I beckoned her to come closer with my taped finger, and she obliged, spitting her gum into the nearby bin.

I reached over to her and pulled her waist, so her legs were against mine, her body towering over me. She looked down at me and crossed her arms.

"What do you think they could be?"

"Well I'm not the one who made these consequences, so how am I supposed to know?"

I ran my hands up to her exposed waist.

"They are subject to change, depending on the circumstances... You are a rather... special case... So for you, I am gonna have to violate your personal space, since you did the same to me.... it's only fair."

She grabbed my hands and pulled them round her waist and sat in my lap, straddling me in the chair. Our faces were mere inches apart, and I felt myself twitch as her weight presssed onto my area.

"Like this, Michael?"

I ran my hands up her back then down, cupping her backside. I jerked her up as I lifted myself from the chair and swung her round onto the dresser next to it. I stood in between her legs and stared her down.

"No, this is much better"

She reached up to my shoulders and pulled herself flush to my body, her thighs tight around mine. I dipped my head and nuzzled her neck, then gently bit her earlobe.

"Mmm...Michael" She pressed her lips to my neck in response.

I leant into her, feeling myself harden at the pressure between our bodies.

"Ugh, God" She rolled her hips slightly as she kissed up my jawline, making my mind derail.

"Savannah... you are gonna have to stop moving like that if you don't want me to plough you right on this counter"

She bit down on my neck rather than reply and I felt a growl in the back of my throat.

"Good" She murmured at last, and rolled her hips with more force.

"Ahh shhhhhhh Ssssavannah, stop" I could barely contain the throbbing monster practically busting in my pants.

"Or what?" She whispered in my ear.

"I don't think you unnn....understand the things you're doing t-to me, girl"

"Oh I can feel what I'm doing to you Michael... you need a hand with that?"

I grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand to my oversized belt.

"Yes I do"

"How do you even walk with this thing? It's huge"

"Well... I get used to it hanging around, I mean..."

"Michael, I meant your belt, not your... you know"

"My what? This?"

I shoved her hand lower and she moaned as felt the full precense of my bulging crotch.

"Ughnn yes th-that" She moved her hand over it, rubbing me in my black leather pants.

I tossed my head back and let out a groan, before I fiddled with my belt until it came loose and dropped with a heavy clunk round my ankles.

"Careful, that's probably valuable" She smirked.

"Not as valuable as what I have between my thighs" I responded in a dark tone.

"Are you referring to me or your dick, Michael?"

The bluntness of her tone was sending me over the edge.

"Don't call it that... that's not.... ugh... that's nasty talk"

"You don't like it when I talk dirty, hm? Or is it just because you're inexperienced in talking like that?"

I moved my hands up her waist to her crop top and shoved it upwards. She gasped but let me pull it over her head and drop it on the floor. I eyed her black lacy bra for a moment before unclipping it and tossing that aside too.

"I don't talk dirty, but I can act it, Savannah"

"But you can't answer my question?"

"I was referring to you. But.... I meant valuable in terms of your beauty, not your price, as someone like you is priceless, don't you agree?"

She looked up at me, her eyes glittering.

"Nobody has ever said that to me before" She whispered.

"Well I'm honoured to be the first. Now... I think it's time you got your punishment"

"Damn, I haven't had it yet?" Her voice cracked and she licked her lips as her breathing quickened.

I picked her up off the dresser and walked her backwards to the wall, pinning her wrists above her head.

"Your little dance was very good, but I know you can move even better to my rhythm, Savannah"

"Y-your rhythm... yes your rhythm Michael, teach me how to dance"

I got down on my knees and took off her boots, then her tight leggings and little black panties.

I rose then stepped backwards to admire her. She was now completely naked in front of me, pinned against my dressing room wall, like the finest modern art. I watched her chest rise and fall in an erratic pattern, her arms still up high on the wall. She slid them down slowly, letting me take her in.

"Turn around" I ordered lowly, nothing but thick lust in my tone.

She obliged and took her time to face the wall. I scanned her back profile and spotted a tattoo of graceful black angel wings... it seemed ironic given the situation.

I stepped up behind her and pressed myself fully against her back and she whimpered slightly.

"You might want to brace yourself, or I'm gonna hammer you right into the brick work"

"Ah-alright holy shhhit"

She spread her hands apart flat against the wall and pushed herself against me, making me let out an involuntary moan.

"Ughhh, girl, you asked for this"

I unzipped my pants and shoved them down my hips, releasing myself from the tight leather prison I had been busting out of for far too long.

I held her waist and her legs instinctively parted, and I took my cue to enter her.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Michael!" Her breathing was hot and heavy as I slowly pushed myself inside of her. Her legs started to shake but she kept herself braced on the wall. I groaned as I filled her as much as she could take.

"Are y-you alright? I d-don't wanna hurt you"

"Ughnn, yes, I'm f-fine, holy c-crap"

Her moans were enough to make me shudder from head to toe. I started to move, slowly working in and out, trying my best not to break the distance between her face and the wall.

Moans escaped her mouth and she held her head down, her arms starting to shake.

I couldn't keep up this painfully slow pace much more and I thrusted faster, her moans increased in volume and I clamped one hand against her mouth, wanting to keep her quiet as I didn't trust the door to be locked.

"Ahh shhhhhhit Savannah" I moaned, sweat dripping from my curls as I continued to thrust with speed.

Suddenly, I felt her collapse, throwing us forward. I quickly straightened her up with both hands, as she came, her voice  ricocheted off the walls as she screamed my name loud.

Her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I followed, shooting my load deep into her core with a heavy groan.

So much for being quiet, I thought.

I pulled out of her and she wobbled backwards as I quickly stuffed myself back into my clothes.

I took her hand and sat her down on my chair, her whole body was shimmering as the mirror lights caught her frame.

I stood there, trying to get my breath back, watching her climb down from her high.

"Y-your hips definitely have some groove, Michael."

I smirked as she tossed her head back, running her hand through her thick, spiked hair.

"Are you going to be getting up on my stage again, Savannah?" I asked playfully.

She let out a laugh then got up and picked her clothes up off the floor.

"Next time, I'll be the drummer, then I can give you a beating"

I watched as she unashamedly dressed herself in front of me.

"Oh, so there will be a next time? Oh well, I'm glad about that, I have more moves to teach."

She got up from buckling her boots and walked over to me.

"You are definitely the best teacher"

Before I could respond, she crashed her lips to mine and I realised why she had that tattoo... she kissed like a dark angel.

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Hope you enjoyed! Vote and comment for more ;) I will take suggestions for my future imagines but I dedicate this to my friend Molly, who was the crazy person who told me to do this in the first place 💀 ily fam xx thepantherdance