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hi, my name is julez ! .⋆♱
21f, she/her, black, botdf enthusiast ♥️
𝘋𝘔 𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘙 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘑𝘖𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛!
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☁️= contains fluff
🔞= contains triggering topics (will be
specified in each post)
𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓:
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- smut or no smut
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(if no plot is mentioned, i'll create my own)
- any other details you want to add! ♥️
I WILL ONLY WRITE ABOUT MICHAEL!
no jaafar , jermajesty, etc ;)
posting my first fic / request tonight !!
if u wanna be tagged lmk <3
Hello!! I’m from Italy so I’m sorry for any grammatical mistake!
I’m truly, really in love with your works and with how you portray Michael, it’s fascinating! It’s hard for me to find these types of stories as some people find them weird, but you truly manage to write everything in a pure and loving way, I’m obsessed, thank you so so much!! 😭 you’re my favourite author here for sure.
I have a request, let me know if you think this could work: daddy Michael taking care of reader, maybe realising some kinks that she has and doing everything he can to satisfy her, if you would like to also write some smut that would be awesome! Feel free to choose whatever kinks you want, I trust you!
Thank you so much❤️
Thank you so much for this request babe! I had fun writing this, and I hope you're fine with the generic kink I chose, also I am sorry for abrupting the smut a little :( felt a bit emotional distant about writing it because of the past few days, hope you like it anyways! Love ya!!
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Daddy notices everything. The way you pout when you're upset, the little habits you don't even realize you have... and lately, one tiny detail he simply can't stop thinking about. Curious to find out why, Michael decides to ask.
WARNINGS: daddy!michael, bratty!reader, established relationship, age gap, guided exploration, praise, reassurance, emotional intimacy, fluff, aftercare, smut, choking, kink exploration, idk what else
Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!
WC: 2.8k
A/N: Babes, I had a tough couple of days, but hope to be writing more now over the weekend, MWAH 🩷
-Baby
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The first time Michael had noticed, was when he was taking you in the morning. It was his ‘good luck charm’, as he called it, when he had a busy day ahead. Barely pushing down his pajama bottoms to rest around his thighs, pushing aside your panties to push into your already dripping folds. You laid on your side, Michael’s breath hot in your neck as you sleepily whimpered for him.
“That feels good, doesn’t it princess?” he breathed into your ear with his raspy voice, knocking his fat tip against your cervix with every thrust. Your eyes were still closed, and you found his hand on your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Yes daddy” you mewled. In the mornings, when your mind was still fogged with sleep, he had you cumming in no time. He felt your orgasm approaching, as your legs began trembling, and your grip on him tightened. But there was something new. You seemed to be holding your breath. The usual staggered little exhales coming from your lips didn’t sound in the room, and as your release rushed through you, you exhaled deeply, your breath heavy.
The second time he noticed, he was eating you out. Your fluids messily running down his chin as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. He looked up at you, his fingers pushing dents into the flesh of your thighs as he was holding them apart. You gripped his wet hair, pulling him even closer as he sucked on your clit like it was his favorite candy.
He let go of you with a pop, releasing one of your legs to push two of his ridiculously long fingers inside your fluttering hole.
“That’s my good girl, clenching around mere fingers” he whispered, his eyes full with lust as he curled his fingers into your sweet spot. And again, the usual signs of your orgasm approaching were there. He knew every detail, having seen you climax hundreds of times. Your face turned red as you held your breath, all throughout the body shaking orgasm you had felt. Only when your walls stopped fluttering around his fingers did you inhale deeply, catching your breath.
It happened a third time, and a fourth time. And Michael knew, this wasn’t just a coincidence anymore. So he tried acting up on your little habit, slowly.
He had been gone for two days, attending important meetings and of course you had come running into his arms the second you heard the key twist in the front door. You stood there for a while, the deep hug and welcoming peck turning into a heated make out session quickly. The two of you just couldn’t stand to be without each other for long.
As your tongues were dancing together, your lips glistening with his spit, he carefully circled his large hand around your throat. He just rested it there for a second, before holding onto it a little firmer, pulling you flush against his body by your neck.
You whined into the kiss, your knees becoming weak so that he had to hold you up against him with his other arm slung around your waist.
From that moment he was certain.
Of course the kissing didn’t end there, you ended up desperately fucking in the entry hall, your body pressed up against the wall by Michael’s hands.
“Daddy,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders, “’m so close, gonna cum”
He let out a growl, and rutted into you deeper.
“I know baby, I know,” he breathed, needy moans spilling from his throat, “y’gripping onto me so tight, daddy always knows when you close”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shook around his waist violently. But as he looked at you, you didn’t hold your breath. You weren’t doing it. The little exhales against his skin were hot. He shook his head, his pace stayed relentless.
“Don’t breathe” he ordered through clenched teeth, holding back his own release.
Your eyes widened, but you did as he said, holding your breath until you released all over his cock.
He had taken a much deserved shower after that, and you waited for him in bed all smiley. The door opened, and the sight of him left you biting your lip. His hair was still damp, a towel around his shoulders. Something about seeing him in casual clothes excited you. Simple sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, but it suited him so well.
“What’s got you all smiley, pretty girl?” he asked, climbing onto the bed and sitting down next to you.
“Hmmm,” you placed your index finger on your chin, and looked up, pretending to think about it, “Maybe the three orgasms you just gave me?”
He chuckled, before leaning down and placing a kiss to your temple.
“I missed you baby” he muttered, laying his head on your chest. You raked your fingers through his damp hair gently.
“I missed you too, daddy” you whispered, happy to have him back home. The house felt too empty without him.
He hummed, relaxing into your touch. He had craved this so much after two full busy days, surrounded by producers and people constantly nagging at him. You used your other hand to gently scratch your nails against his jaw and cheek, knowing he loved that. He leaned into your touch almost immediately, leaving you to smile.
Minutes of silence passed, and you thought he had fallen asleep, his breathing having calmed down as he laid perfectly still. But then he slung his arm around your waist tightly, rubbing his hand over the soft flesh.
“Daddy?” you asked, your finger twirling a strand of his black hair.
“Mh?” his eyes were closed, his cheek smushed against your plush boob.
“Liiike, there is this necklace I want, and-”
He interrupted you with a groan, turning his face to hide in your chest.
“Don’t you have enough necklaces you never wore before?” his voice came out muffled against the fabric of your nightgown.
“You didn’t even listen to what kind of necklace it is” you pouted.
He lifted his head a little, his brows raised as he met your eyes.
“Let me guess, diamonds? White gold? Pink?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, tightening the grip in his hair. He scrunched his eye up in pain, though a smile was planted on his face.
“Well, partly” you started, making him chuckle, “but, it will have a pendant with an initial”
You explained it very proudly, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
“What initial, princess?”
“M,” you beamed, “for Michael”
He sighed. As much as he wanted to say no, your idea was simply too adorable for his heart to bear.
“How much is it, hm?”
“Not too bad, daddy” you smiled, gliding your thumb along his sharp jaw, “maybe ten? Thousand?”
He rolled his eyes, because for your usual taste, it wasn’t that much.
“Alright princess, but make sure to wear it often, yea?”
You squealed and gave him an eager nod.
“Calm down” he chuckled, before claiming his original position once more, “I said yes, so keep caressing daddy”
You giggled, and did as he said, his hand resting warmly on your waist. He sighed deeply as your nails carefully scratched along his scalp, knowing he was sensitive there.
“I will do it alll night if you need me to, daddy” you whispered, making him smile.
“You better, little girl”
He melted into your touch further, the steady rhythm of your breathing calming him.
His eyes opened. Your breathing. He looked up at you suddenly.
“Baby,” he started, “answer something for me”
You tilted your head and gave him a nod.
“Daddy's noticed something lately. Y’holding your breath when you're getting close”
The fingers threading through his hair stopped in their motion, and your eyes widened just slightly.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers, “do I?”
“You know you do” he chuckled, and a shy smile tugged at your lips.
“Maybe”
Michael smiled at you, before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Why’re you doing that, hm?”
“I don’t know,” you said, making him raise a brow at you, “really, it just came naturally, I didn’t even notice it at first”
Michael let out a hum, sitting up and slightly leaning over your body, one of his hands holding himself up beside your head. You looked up into his round eyes staring back at you.
“I wanna try something, will you let me baby?” his voice was low and quiet.
“Now?” you asked, slightly lifting your brows. He gave you a nod. “Okay”
He shifted again, pulling your legs apart with his hands so he could kneel in between them.
“Tap my arm when it’s too much, okay?” you nodded hesitantly, not sure what to expect, “I trust you baby, you really need to tap me”
You gulped, his hand slowly wandering up your body, starting from your stomach and gently all the way up to your neck. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, just resting there before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. You buried your own fingers into his t-shirt, nervousness and excitement rushing through your body at the same time.
Michael squeezed slightly, just enough for it to get a bit hard to breathe. His eyes never left yours, and your grip on him tightened. He pressed down a little more, a tiny gasp escaping your lips.
You could feel it now, the blood getting trapped in your head, breathing becoming significantly more difficult. Soon enough, you started feeling a little floaty. While it felt good, it was also unfamiliar, the tiniest hint of panic rising in you.
You lifted one of your hands and tapped him against his arm. He eased his grip immediately, and rubbed along the sensitive skin with his thumb as you caught your breath.
“Good girl, ‘m so proud of you” he praised, making your eyes sparkle. He smiled.
“You like that, hm? Like when daddy praises you?”
You gave him an eager nod, still breathing heavily.
“I know you do” he cooed, before squeezing down again, harder this time. Your lips parted, and your eyes glossed over.
“You’re such a pretty little thing baby, so good f’me, mh?”
You nodded, your hand circling around his arm, and he was about to let go of you, mistaking it for your sign to stop, but you were quick to pull him back.
“Oh, want more baby girl? Aw what a sweet thing you are”
A small, pathetic gasp escaped you, and you got more lightheaded by the second, your fingers digging into his skin to ground yourself. Your eyes fluttered shut, and your brows furrowed.
Michael felt a little nervous inside, watching as your face got redder, your lips beginning to tremble, but he didn’t let it show.
“Come on baby, daddy trusts you,” he whispered, his other hand coming to caress your hair.
You opened your eyes, vision a little blurry, and only then did you tap him. You inhaled sharply as he let go of you, body slightly shaking. Your chest heaved up and down as you looked him deep in the eyes, their attention solely on you. You pulled him down into a hug by his shirt, clinging onto him with your arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, holding you tightly. You smiled.
“I’m in bliss” you gasped, your hands finding his head and pulling him into a messy kiss. Michael was a bit surprised, but was quick to relax into your touch, exploring your mouth with his hot tongue passionately. You arched your body into him. Though you literally just had heated sex in the entry hall, he got you all hot and bothered again.
“Need you daddy,” you whined against his lips, before pulling away, “need you to fill me with your big cock, make me feel dizzy with your hand ‘round my throat”
Oh, you were gone. Talking without a single thought behind it.
“God baby, watch your mouth, hm. So dirty” he groaned, his dick stirring to life in his pants.
“Please” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it up to your neck.
He placed his large hand right where you wanted it, but he didn’t press down like you had expected him to. Instead, he began grinding his hips into yours. A sigh left you, while there was too much fabric creating a barrier, it was still a relief to your aching pussy.
“Daddy” you whined, matching his rhythm, moving your hips along his.
“Don’t cry, baby, you know you will get what you want” he panted, “Just gotta be patient”
You whimpered, tugging at his shirt. You wanted it off. Wanted to scratch along his chest and leave your marks, the only place you were allowed to. While your neck often carried blooming flowers of purple, claiming you as his, you were forbidden to do so.
“Atta girl” he said, finally tightening the grip around your throat. It left you to grind your hips faster, eyes glossing over in bliss.
“Fuck baby, I thought it was just a little habit of yours, but you love this, hm?”
You tried inhaling, but it only made cut off noises, not a single ounce of oxygen entering your lungs. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his own pleasure as he pressed even harder. You tapped his arm, little coughs spilling from you as he let go, stilling his movements.
“Breathe” he said, his tone strict yet gentle.
But you barely took your time to collect yourself, sitting up on your knees before pushing Michael down to sit on the mattress. He chuckled at your eagerness, your fingers trembling as you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. You freed his hard cock, hastily pulling off your panties before climbing into his lap.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, gripping you firmly at the shoulders, pulling you out of your trance a little, “slowly, baby. Wanna be hurting?”
You considered it for a moment, before nodding. Michael’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Feel so good daddy, please, I need you” you whined, moving to align his fat tip to your dripping entrance.
He pushed you off of him very gently, moving to stand. He leaned his head down to be at one level with you. Tears had glossed over your eyes as you stared up at him needily.
“I said slow down”
You furrowed your brows, a frown coming to your lips. You moved, sitting on your knees and your palms resting flat against his thighs. You looked up at him with round eyes.
“I need you, daddy. Please, I can take it”
He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands, and immediately you leaned into the touch.
“Y’sure?” he asked, voice low and quiet. You nodded against his palm eagerly.
“Promise”
He took another moment, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he looked at your pretty face. The little crease between your brows, because you still hadn’t got what you wanted, your glassy eyes that were hazed with need.
“On all fours, ass up” he ordered, and you couldn’t hide the little smile spreading on your lips.
You moved, resting your arms against the mattress and leaning your head on them, back arched perfectly, just how he liked it. Michael slid off his sweatpants entirely, before his hands cupped your ass, kneading and squeezing softly.
“Ask daddy nicely again” he murmured, and a little sigh left your lips.
“Please daddy,” you started, turning your head and gazing at him from behind your shoulder, “please give me your cock”
He groaned, taking his heavy length into his hand, aligning himself with your glistening hole.
“You’re drippin’ baby” he smiled, amused.
You were about to whine again, but the breath was knocked out of you as he plunged inside of you with a fast and deep thrust. A dark moan spilled past his lips, but all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut.
“Come on, no cryin’ now, you asked for this” he breathed, his palm spread over the small of your perfectly arched back before beginning to thrust in slow, deep strokes. His fat tip bumping against your cervix were painful, too deep, too harsh. It left you whimpering. But he was right. This was exactly what you had wanted.
He lifted you up by your shoulders, your back pressed against his chest as he kept pounding into you. And as he slid his arm around your throat, taking away your air with the crook of his arm, you couldn’t help the dumb little smile on your face. Whimpering and gasping as he hit every sweet spot inside you, deciding when he wanted you to breathe and when not.
And once again, without even being aware of your needs yourself, Michael had taken care of them.
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𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 — 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
Pairing: Uncle!Michael Jackson x fem!Niece!Reader
Summary: Your uncle Michael loves watching you scroll through TikTok so he wants you to teach him how to use it.
Warnings: None. But I did cry making this so maybe you will too.
Author’s note: I have so many ideas that involve Michael being alive, so please let me know if you’d like to read more of this. Might make this an “Uncle Michael” series. Also, reader is Jermajesty’s jertwin twin and Michael is back at the Hayvenhurst house ❤️
You were curled up on one end of the living room couch, scrolling through TikTok while a collection of snacks —that your uncle insisted on getting for you— sat untouched on the coffee table.
Your TikTok for you page could be described as an interesting place; maybe even a weird one too. It was a mix of dances, recipes, and fashion videos. That was the normal side of it. The other side was far more unhinged: memes, fan edits, and, of course, plenty of content related to your family.
You didn't really mind, because some of those brought you to literal tears—either from their humor or from the feelings they stirred up.
"What are you watching?"
You looked up to find your uncle Michael leaning over the back of the couch, his chin resting on his folded arms. Eyes fixed on your phone screen with curiosity, as if you were holding something he has never seen before.
It was no secret that your uncle was the absolute worst when it came to technology, but he knew about TikTok, right?
"A TikTok."
"A what?"
"A TikTok."
He frowned.
"I heard you the first time, Nugget."
You giggled, always finding his technology struggles quite funny. Actually you take that back, you find his technology struggles hilarious, but extremely cute too.
"It's an app. People videos on it."
Michael's eyes narrowed with interest.
"Can I see?"
Before you could answer, he made his way around the couch and dropped down beside you. Curious, he leaned forward to get a better look at your screen as he grabbed his glasses. Within two minutes, he was fully invested, eyes fixed on the screen and completely absorbed in whatever you were watching.
A cute llama video came up, making him gasp.
"Oh, that's precious! Reminds me of my sweet Louie." He gave her a soft smile. "You would've loved Louie, Nugget. He was just as sassy as you!"
"I'm not sassy." You sassed, making him raise an eyebrow. "Scroll." He pointed at the screen. "And I'm the sassy one..." You mumbled as you scrolled.
A cooking video appeared. It was a simple sourdough recipe. But of course, he couldn't comprehend that the video wasn't posted at a normal speed.
"How did they make that so fast?"
Then came a comedy skit.
Michael burst into laughter so suddenly that he nearly spilled his drink.
For the next half hour, he remained glued to the screen. More animals, more recipes, even videos of him and your family popped up. He was in complete awe, and every time you attempted to scroll past a video, he stopped you.
"Wait, wait, go back." He pointed at the screen. "But already watched it." You complained. "I need to see it again." He fixed his glasses. "You've watched it four times." You looked at him, unimpressed. "Please, Nugget?"
By the seventh replay, you started to suspect he enjoyed the video more than the creator did.
Eventually, he sat back and crossed his arms.
"I have made my decision." He said in a serious tone. "What decision?" You felt a little worried because he never uses that tone unless he's mad or very, very serious.
"I want TikTok."
You blinked.
"You want TikTok." You stared. "Yes." He nodded. "You?" You were pointing at him now. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because last week you asked me where the "unlock" button was on your new phone. Your phone uses Face ID, Unks."
He looked at you all offended but proceeded to point at your phone.
"Stop making fun of me and teach me."
—
Ten minutes later, we were seated at the kitchen table with his phone between us.
Michael looked strangely serious, as if he was about to drop another banger album instead of downloading a social media app.
"First," I explained, "we need to make your account. Well, your brand already has one, but we won't use that one for whatever it is that you want to do"
Michael nodded solemnly.
"Very important."
"Not really."
"It is extremely important, Nugget." He leaned forward. "What should my username be?"
"Whatever you want." You already knew this wasn't going to end well.
A smile immediately spread across his face.
"KingOfPop." You typed it.
Taken.
Michael frowned.
"KingOfPopOfficial."
Taken.
"TheRealKingOfPop."
Taken again.
"MichaelJacksonOfficialOfficial."
You looked up at him with a smile, wiggling your eyebrows.
"You look so much like your brother when you do that." He pointed at your eyebrows. "Don't you ever say I look like him again." You side-eyed him. "Okay okay, sorry. And that's terrible." He said, referring to the username. "I know." You both started laughing.
After nearly ten minutes of trying to figure out a username, you settled for TheMichaelJackson.
"You've got a profile picture of a llama."
"I like llamas."
"You don't even own a llama anymore."
"That doesn't matter."
"If you want people to know it's you for real, we need to start by having you as the profile picture." You patted his back. "Fine. I'll take a picture of one of me and Louie's pictures and have you set it as the profile picture."
—
Teaching him how to use the app itself took considerably longer.
Your uncle approached every feature with the enthusiasm of a child opening his Christmas presents.
He clicked every button, icon, setting, and filter without really understanding what any of them did. Several times you had to take the phone away in case he was about to disable his account by mistake.
At one point he managed to switch the language settings to German. Later he accidentally started a livestream. None of you knew how. but he did.
"Oh no." He said.
"What happened?" You asked, walking back into the living room. "People can see me." He looked at you.
"End it!"
"How?"
You grabbed the phone while Michael stared at it in utter panic, as if the phone was a grenade. A few seconds later the livestream ended. Your uncle sighed dramatically.
"That was stressful."
"You were live for five seconds."
"Five very terrifying seconds."
—
The time he was most excited about had finally come: making videos.
The moment you explained to him how recording worked, he practically bounced out of his chair.
"Finally."
You handed him the phone.
"Okay, just press this button—"He immediately struck a pose.
Not a normal pose. A full performance pose. Head down, legs crossed. His expression looked like he was about to deliver the emotional finale of a world tour.
You blinked.
"Uncle Mike."
"Yes?"
"This isn't a concert."
"So?"
"You don't need to do all this" You giggled. He looked genuinely confused. "Of course I do."
Before you could say something else, he pressed record.
"Hello, TikTok!" he said excitedly to the camera. "I'm Michael Jackson and this is my TikTok account. I am aware there is another account under my name but that is for my brand, like Nugget said, but on here I will be posting random stuff like vlogs!"
You gave him a thumbs up.
—
The rest of the afternoon was filled with absolute chaos and laughter, attempting dance trends and different challenges. Michael being the perfectionist he is, insisted on learning every move perfectly before recording.
He had somehow convinced you to record and post at least three videos before the rest of the family arrived for dinner. Normally, you would have refused without a second thought, but with him, it was impossible to say no.
You had to admit, this had been one of the best days you’d ever had in a long time. You love all your uncles, but the love you have for your uncle Michael can't be put into words— so seeing him happy and have this much fun—especially with you— made you really happy, and a little emotional too.
You know how much he suffered, so you will do whatever it takes to protect that light that took so long to come back.
"Nugget?" He called, pulling you away from your thoughts. "Yes?" You looked at him. "Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun. You are always so patient with me."
You walked over to him and hugged him.
"I always have fun when I'm with you."
either mj nation is gonna tear me apart or be insanely happy about this… don’t let mj twt find out pls 😭
i feel like this sounds like him…
not AI // listen w headphones!!
hot girl summer
☙ FEATURING: michael jackson x fem!reader
☙ SYNOPSIS: you’re janet’s best friend so you got invited to stay the whole summer with her at her home in hayvenhurst. you’ve always been attracted to her older brother, pff who wouldn’t? but little do you know he sort of has a crush on you too. so now you have to figure out how you’re going to survive six long weeks while being under the same roof as him.
⌫ WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — post!thriller michael, age gap (reader is 21 & michael is 26), janet knows about readers crush and teases her about it, michael is such a gentleman, j*e doesn’t exist cause i said so, michael’s brothers being teases, also randy tries to flirt with reader a lot, jealous!michael, oblivious!reader, horny!reader, first kiss, virginity loss, sub!michael if you squint really hard, oral (m!receiving), riding, unprotected p in v, creampie (oops), no use of y/n, happy ending
☙ WORD COUNT: 6.0k words
✿ NOTES: guys i got a bit lazy at the end as i always do lol. but i hope you still enjoy it, this is also one of my personal favs mwah!
michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi
SUMMER 1985
you hum to the soft music playing in your car, feeling the warmth of a summer afternoon through your car window as you start to get closer to the hayvenhurst gates.
you cannot believe that you're staying the whole summer at hayvenhurst.
you've been friends with janet jackson since you both met at school in indiana but you lost contact over the years when your family had to move away. it was only recently that you both reconnected and have been inseparable ever since.
that's why she invited you over to her beautiful family home, to spend the summer and you are more than excited. not only are you going to be having the best summer of your life with your best friend but you'll also get to meet him.
yes, michael jackson.
when you were younger, you never actually got the chance to meet janet's older brothers but it was only when you moved away to a different state and you saw how popular the jackson's became that you realised that your friend had fine ass brothers.
you remember having a crush on all of them, not knowing who to choose, but there was always one that stood out from the rest and that was michael.
it was just a coincidence that he turned out to be a bigger star than the rest of them, with him going solo and having the biggest selling album of all time.
you pull your car to a stop, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head before opening your car door.
just as you go to open up your trunk so you can get out your multiple suitcases, the door of hayvenhurst bursts open.
“you’re here!” janet squeals, running towards you and giving you a massive hug.
you laugh, hugging her back just as tightly.
“im so excited to be here. oh my gosh this place is much bigger in person.” you gawk, looking up at the massive lawn.
“ehhh you get used to it.” janet smiles, before looking at the multiple suitcases and bags that are stuffed into your trunk.
“girl did you pack your whole life in here?” she laughs, helping you take out your stuff.
“janet im here for six damn weeks, i need options.” you giggle.
“fair enough.” she nods, “i hope you have a lot of bikinis in there because we’re about to be by that pool all the time!” she raises a brow.
you give her a look that means ‘girl be so for real.’
she laughs at your facial expression, grabbing a few of your bags and helping you to the door.
“but seriously,” you start. “are you sure your mom is fine with me staying?” you ask.
“pff of course! mommy is more excited for you to stay than i am. she did say there needs to be more women in the house.” janet laughs, dropping one of your suitcases right by the door.
“what about your brothers, will they be fine with me staying?”
“who cares what they think?” janet shrugs. “plus this estate is big enough for us to never see their ugly faces.”
you laugh at her words, going back to your trunk so you can grab a few more bags. it does really feel like you packed your whole world in here. but you’d rather have too much clothes, than too little!
you jump when you hear janet scream at the top of her lungs. “randy! michael! come down here!”
“what?” janet shrugs, when she sees your expression. “we shouldn’t have to carry all of this by ourselves.”
“janet it’s fine.” you smile. “this is all technically my stuff so i should be the one carrying it all.”
“girl please, i have brothers for reasons like this one.” right as she says those words, randy comes round the corner followed by michael.
“did you really have to shout that loud?” randy raises a brow, putting his hands on his hips.
you stop in your tracks when your eyes find michael’s. he looks even more beautiful in person.
“who’s she?” michael’s questions, his voice so smooth and soft spoken that it feels like you’ve been wrapped in a blanket.
“she’s my friend.” janet smiles, “and she’s staying for the summer so be nice.”
“oh ill be nice alright.” randy says, his eyes trailing your body up and down.
you laugh at his words, pulling out another suitcase.
“now go help the girl, that’s what i called y’all down for.” janet says, pushing michael towards you.
randy sighs, coming towards you and helping you with your bags.
“what’s your name?” he asks.
you tell him your name, fixing your sunglasses that are trying to slip off of the top of your head.
“that’s a pretty name.” randy smirks, shaking your hand. but not before squeezing it gently.
“randy stop flirting with my friend, and michael,” you look over to see that michael still hasn’t moved from his position by the door, “stop gawking and go help randy!” janet huffs, bossing around her older brothers.
michael sighs, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, and walking over to your car so he can help with the bags.
the first thing you notice when he steps near you is his cologne.
how can a man smell so damn good.
“hi.” michael nods, holding his hand out for you to shake.
his hand is big, way bigger than yours and you look down at the warmth radiating from his palms.
“hi.” you say, sounding just a bit breathless. “thanks for helping with my stuff, i know it’s a lot but i’m here for the whole summer and i wanted to make sure that i had enough clothes…” you trail off when you see the amused look on janet, randy and even michael’s face.
your face starts to feel strangely warm at the realisation that you just word vomited in front of michael jackson.
randy let’s out a laugh in disbelief. “no way.”
michael stays silent, still gripping your hand, and still staring into your eyes like he’s trying to look into your soul.
“girl.” janet shakes her head, a smile forming on her face, “come and get your butt in this house so i can show you your room.”
“right!” you clear your throat, letting go of michael’s hand who still hasn’t moved, and making your way to the massive doors of hayvenhurst.
“thank you again by the way!” you say over your shoulder to the two men.
“just come on!” janet laughs, leading you into the large foyer.
“i just embarrassed myself didn’t i.” you let out a nervous laugh.
“why did you just spill your guts out there?” janet laughs. “and to michael of all people…”
“i don’t know,” you shrug, “he’s just so nice and…”
janet throws her head back in laughter. “oh my god you totally have a crush on michael.”
“wha— no!” you exclaim, following your friend as she leads you up a large staircase.
“you definitely do. i can’t wait to tell the rest of my brothers and la toya. i mean, i think randy already realised.”
“janet i don’t have a crush on him!” you shout, following her down a long hallway until eventually you both stop at a door.
“mhmm, sure you don’t.” she laughs, “well if you do then this will become a very interesting summer!”
“well i don’t. so there will be nothing interesting to see!” you cross your arms.
“okay!” janet holds her hands up in surrender. “anyways this is your room, my room is just down that hall, to the left and if you must know michael’s room is down that way, all the way at the end of the hall. you can’t miss it.”
“janet!” you gasp, pushing her shoulder playfully.
“okay! okay! ill stop.” she laughs. “but i’m really happy you’re here, you’re gonna enjoy yourself so much!”
“i cannot thank you enough for letting me be here this summer, i know we’re going to have so much fun.” you pull her into a hug.
“that we are!” she says, pulling away. “i mean hot girl summer, remember?”
“exactly that!” you both cackle, doing the handshake that you both learnt when you were both just little girls in school.
“i’m going to leave you here and see how the boys are doing with your overwhelming amount of bags, and you can just meet me downstairs at the pool in, ill say maybe an hour?”
you nod. “definitely! i’m going to take a quick shower because the drive here was long, and ill meet you by the pool, if i can even find where it is.” you laugh.
“okay then how about i meet you here in an hour so i can show you where the pool is because id hate for you to get lost on your first day here!” janet giggles.
“yes, that’ll be amazing.” you open your door, stepping inside. “thank you again, janet.” you say, before closing your door and realising that you may have fucked up by coming here.
because the whole time you were speaking to janet, the only person who was on your mind was michael freaking jackson.
“so…” randy smirks, leaning against your car with his arms crossed.
michael looks up at his younger brother in confusion. “what?”
“so what do you think about pretty girl… janet’s friend.”
michael shrugs, “nothing? i don’t even know her.”
“oh but i bet you wanna know her.” randy laughs.
michael scrunches up his face, “no i don’t. she’s not my friend, why would i want to get to know her? stop being stupid randy.”
“well she obviously likes you.” randy says, raising his eyebrow. “pretty girl never even gave me a second glance when she saw you.”
“she has a name.” michael huffs, crossing his arms.
“ohhhh!” randy cackles, pushing his brothers shoulder. “you don’t like me calling her that do you? getting a bit protective aren’t you mikey?”
“oh shut up.” michael mumbles, feeling his face start to burn up.
“just admit that you like her.” randy states.
“i don’t know her, randy. how can i like someone i don’t know?” michael exclaims, getting frustrated by his little brothers pestering.
“so you’re saying you don’t find her attractive?”
“i— i don’t…”
randy laughs at his brother fumbling over his own words.
“it’s okay to find a girl pretty mikey.” randy snickers, finding this whole situation comical.
michael’s face now feels hot to touch, because he does find you attractive, more than attractive and this is the first time he’s ever met you. so how on earth is he going to handle spending the whole summer with you?
“what are you guys just doing standing there?” michael hears janet call from the open door.
“we’re talkin!” randy yells back.
“well less talking and more carrying these bags upstairs for my girl!” janet stomps back into the house.
“i swear sometimes i wonder who’s worse, her or mother.” randy shakes his head, doing exactly what his baby sister is asking him to do.
michael on the other hand is distracted by you. the way you showed up in tiny tank top, showing a sliver of your smooth stomach, and jeans that hugged your arse so perfectly that he wonders if they were painted on.
he sighs in frustration, annoyed by his own mind.
he shouldn’t be thinking this way about another woman, especially not a woman that’s the same age as his damn sister.
but for some reason he can’t, his mind is engraved with the thought of you.
for the past couple of days, all you and janet have been doing is lazing around by the pool, painting each others nails, shopping, gossiping about ex boyfriends, and just having fun.
you never thought hayvenhurst could be this welcoming, and have such a homey feeling. and you also didn’t expect janet to be correct about the mansion being big enough that you won’t even see her brothers or anyone else for that matter, because you’ve actually hardly seen them.
this is only your second week here so far, and you’ve only caught a tiny glimpse of marlon when he was on his way out to a date, but that’s it.
it’s like they all have their own seperate bubbles in the estate and only come out when they feel like it.
that’s why it was such a shock that when you decided to come into the kitchen late at night to grab a bottle of water, you found michael sitting on a stool at the island, with a notebook and a glass of orange juice.
you nearly run back out of the kitchen and back to your room because not only is the one person who you can’t get out of your mind less than ten feet away but also because you’re alone… with him.
a man who has been in your dreams for as long as you can remember and now he’s just there, right in your reach.
you’re probably going to embarrass yourself again.
he still hasn’t noticed you by the door way, too busy scribbling down notes.
“hi.” you mumble, stepping into the kitchen and making a beeline straight for the fridge.
michael’s head pops up at the sound of your smooth, velvety voice and immediately takes in what you’re wearing. he tries not to let his eyes wander, but it’s hard to stay focused when he can make out your tiny pyjama shorts, that look like they just about cover your arse.
he clears his throat, ridding his mind of those filthy thoughts. “hi.” his mouth forms a tight lipped smile, before he ducks his head back down and tries to concentrate on his notebook filled with unfinished lyrics.
you feel a small pang of hurt in your chest at the feeling of being dismissed. you get it, you’re just a regular girl who happens to be his sisters bestfriend and also staying in his home for the summer, but he doesn’t even care that you’re here, at all.
honestly why would he? he probably has hundreds of women fawning over him and you think that out of all of them, you’ll be the one to catch his attention.
ugh, you hate that you’re so delusional and you hate that you can’t get him out of your fucking head.
“sorry.” you apologise, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. “m’ just here to get water, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” you give him the same tight lipped smile that he gave you and start to make your way out of the kitchen.
“it’s okay.” his soft voice, stops you immediately. “you didn’t disturb me.”
you turn around immediately at his words, biting your bottom lip.
“are you not tired?” you ask, mentally face palming at the question. you just got an invitation to carry on a conversation with your biggest obsession and the first thing you ask him is that? “im sorry, that’s not what i meant, i mean… its late and you’re not in bed like everyone else.” you shrug.
you should really stop speaking. because it’s like the more you speak, the more embarrassing shit comes out your mouth.
michael let’s put a soft chuckle. “it’s okay. i find it hard to sleep at night sometimes, so instead of sleeping, i write down all the ideas that keep me up.”
you nod in understanding.
“why aren’t you sleeping?” you see him raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips and how he easily flipped the question back onto you.
“i- i was sleeping!” you sputter out.
“yet you’re here standing in front of me.” your mouth widens in shock at his bold words.
he normally seems so shy and secluded but you didn’t know that he could be so bold and dare you say, funny?
before you knew it you found yourself on the stool right beside him, talking, laughing and joking around like life long friends.
“you’re so funny!” you laugh, after recovering from a laugh attack that he just gave you. you swear you probably have abs from how hard he’s made you laugh.
he shrugs, a wide smile on his face.
and that’s when you realise that it’s already later than it was before, and you are getting a bit tired.
you yawn for what feels like the twentieth time, and that’s when michael realises you should probably go to bed.
he stands up, stretching out his legs. “c’mon.” he holds out his hand so you can help you off of the stool even though he doesn’t have to. but he is a gentleman after all. “you need to go to bed. you’re practically falling asleep sitting up.”
“i do.” you yawn. “i really enjoyed talking to you tonight mikey.” you give him a tired smile.
“mikey?” he raises a brow.
“yeah. short for michael, do you not like that?” you ask, wondering if you’ve overstepped a line. you may have just spoken to him for an hour straight but you’re still practically a nobody to him.
“i like when you say it.” he says, causing heat to creep up the back of your neck.
was that him just flirting with you?
“okay.” you nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “ill call you that more often then.” you smile, grabbing your unopened bottle of water.
“goodnight mikey.” you whisper, leaving him standing at the kitchen island all by himself.
as you walk out of the kitchen, michael takes a deep breath.
he never wanted this. it was okay at first because he thought he could keep himself busy and avoid you. but now that he’s heard your laugh, heard your sassy comebacks, saw the way you looked so relaxed in his presence… he just may have fucked up.
because now he has to have you.
you and michael have sort of made a routine since that one night you both spent talking in the kitchen. it happened once, then again, then again until every single night after that, you found yourself in that kitchen talking to michael about how your day went, what you and janet got up too etc. and he did the same, talking to you about his demo’s that he showed quincy, telling you about how he went to visit a children’s hospital with bill so he could give them toys and read them stories.
you never thought you could become even more obsessed with someone. but michael is genuinely one of a kind. he’s quirky, has a good soul, loves to compliment you. at this point you’ll consider him your friend.
you remember trying to hide it from janet the first night but she saw underneath all of your lies and is aware that you want michael jackson… badly.
she wastes no time with teasing you about him every chance she gets, like now.
“i can practically see you drooling.” janet snickers.
you gasp, hitting her softly on her arm.
“that was so loud, what if he hears!” you exclaim, looking over at the pool where michael and his brothers are relaxing.
“oh please, he’s already staring at you.”
your neck snaps towards michael, who’s laying on a float, with his shirt unbuttoned and swim shorts. you can’t exactly see if he’s looking at you since he’s wearing his shades, and marlon seems to be saying something to him. but with the way his head is pointed in your direction, you can’t exactly rule out the fact that he might be looking at you.
you lean back on your sunbed, scoffing. “why would he even be staring at me?”
“because he likes you, and you unfortunately like him.” she makes a face in disgust, still trying to get over the fact that you have a massive crush on her brother.
you laugh, “it’s not unfortunate, he’s cute. really cute.”
she pretends to gag at your words. “okay i can just about deal with you having a crush on my brother, but i can’t and won’t sit here and listen to you absolutely drool over him.”
“you started it. you should’ve never said anything.” you say, watching the way randy jumps into the pool, splashing everyone even you a bit.
“damn it, randy.” janet yells, wiping her arms off with her towel that was hung at the back of her sunbed.
“that’s what happens when you girls refuse to get in the pool.” randy grins.
“im tanning.” janet holds up her middle finger, before settling back and closing her eyes.
“what about you pretty girl, you wanna come in the pool with us.” you laugh at the nickname randy has given you, because unfortunately from the first day he met you and he called you that, it’s seemed to have stuck.
“sure.” you shrug, taking off your shades and plopping them on your sunbed.
janet lifts her shades up and gives you a cheeky wink.
“stop it.” you laugh, taking off your cover up that’s wrapped around your waist.
you slip into the pool, and right away you’re getting splashed with water from randy.
“randy!” you squeal, splashing water back at him.
you shriek, swimming to the edge of the pool coincidentally next to michael and his float.
“quit it.” michael says to randy, when he sees you trying to get away from him.
“oh you hiding behind mikey now?” randy smirks, when you hide behind michael’s float.
your smile is so big that you’re surprised your cheeks ain’t aching, “i thought i was going to have a peaceful swim in the pool not for you to try and drown me!” you joke.
“that’s why i never go in the pool with them boys!” janet shouts from her sunbed.
“you could’ve warned me!” you shout back, still clutching onto the edge of michael’s float who is laying there unfazed by this whole thing.
“it’s okay pretty, ill get you back next time.” randy gives you a wink before getting absolutely dunked by marlon.
“and that’s what he gets.” michael whispers to himself but you overhear it.
“hey!” you look up at him, brushing some of your wet curls out of your face.
“hey,” he says softly, smiling down at you.
michael tracks the way you bite your lip nervously before opening up your mouth to speak.
“were you watching me over there?” you grin.
“i was.” he says, honestly.
“why?” you question, putting both of your hands on his float, right near his shoulder.
“‘cause you’re pretty.” your heart speeds up at his choice of words.
“you think so?” you ask boldly, you have no idea where this surge of boldness has came from.
“mhm.” he hums, his gaze dropping to your lips. a sudden silence takes over and you realise that your faces are much closer than they were before.
“will yall just kiss already!” marlon shouts, from across the pool.
the tension snaps, you both looking in marlon’s direction.
“that’s what im saying!” janet shouts, making you duck your head in embarrassment.
“you guys are annoying.” michael mutters, settling back onto his float. you were so entranced by him that you never realised that he was leaned over his float just so he could be close to you.
you shriek, when randy catches you off guard yet again with a splash of water.
“you know what!” you shake your head, deciding to splash him back with everything you got.
“wait wait— pretty m’sorry!” he pleads, when you don’t stop.
“that’s what you get!” you laugh, you look back at michael’s float after being distracted by randy for so long, only to see that his float is empty and he’s making his way back inside with a towel on his shoulder.
“where’s he going?” you ask, “it’s still hot outside?”
“he might be jealous...” marlon says, raising a brow towards you and randy.
“huh?” you ask, seeing randy and marlon laughing. “why would michael be jealous?”
“pretty girl, have you not seen the way he looks at you? that man is obsessed!”
you give randy a look in utter confusion. “i- we… we’re friends, i think? i mean i- i find him cute but he hasn’t made any move that suggests he feels the same about me?” you just about sputter out your words, heat creeping up your neck at the thought that michael may feel the same way about you.
he did call you pretty, so maybe that might mean something. but so does randy and there’s nothing romantic about that?
janet says your name with a groan, sitting up on her sunbed. “babe i love you, i really do but you’re acting really stupid right now.”
“what?” you exclaim.
“he likes you!” marlon says, “you really thought this whole time that this was him just being friendly?”
“yeah!” you shrug. “he’s a nice guy!”
“oh my god.” janet throws her hands in the air, dramatically. “girl you better get your butt in that house and search for your man.”
you nearly choke at her words, “he’s not my man!”
“well he wants to be, and i know you want him to be exactly that, so stop acting like you don’t!” janet says, you stay in the pool, staring at her and her brothers in utter bewilderment.
janet says your name, “go!”
you blink away your nerves, swallowing nervously and getting out of the pool with randy’s help.
“make sure he’s not too mad at me aight, i just wanted to give you both a little push,” randy winks at you, sending you into the hayvenhurst mansion in search of michael.
“michael!” you yell, wrapping your towel around your waist.
you check in the kitchen, no sight of him.
you check the living room, nope, not there.
you remember janet saying that his room is on the same floor as yours, just the last door down the hall, so you decide to trust her words and find his room.
you get to his door, knocking on it a few times. “michael! are you in there?” you ask.
“mikey!” you knock again, not hearing an answer.
you go to knock again, but the door opens revealing michael who looks utterly pissed.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this furious before, and you want to know why.
“can i come in?” you question, when he just stands at the door in silence.
he steps to the side, letting you come into his room. you look around, seeing albums and vinyls everywhere.
pictures and post it notes stuck to every wall, his room basically looks like a studio booth, just with a bed in the middle.
you turn around when you realise he’s still silent behind you.
“michael what’s wrong?” you ask him, sitting on the couch that’s opposite his bed.
“nothing.” he shrugs. “you didn’t need to come and look for me.”
“well i do because you’re brothers were saying that you were upset, did i do something?”
michael looks at you, really looks at you and sees the desperation in your eyes.
“you did nothing, there’s nothing wrong.” he repeats himself, sitting on the edge of his bed.
you sigh, standing up and sitting beside him. “mikey…” you whisper, trying to amp yourself up so you can ask him the question. you are hoping that janet, randy and marlon aren’t setting you up because if they are, what you’re about to say will be embarrassing. “were you jealous seeing me with randy?”
michael’s head snaps up, and the look in his eyes tells it all. “yes. i was.” he admits, truthfully.
your mouth opens in shock at his words, because they were right. janet, marlon and randy were right, he does feel the same way about you.
“i— i hated seeing you two laugh with each other, or the way he kept on calling you pretty girl and—” before you can stop yourself you lean up and press a deep kiss on his lips, stopping him from speaking. after the initial shock of the kiss vanishes, michael closes his eyes, his hand coming up to the back of your head so he can deepen the kiss.
you let out a small whimper in the kiss when michael gently pushes you down onto the bed so he’s now on top of you. you grip onto his unbuttoned shirt, pulling his mouth harder against yours, as you let his tongue push past your lips. the kiss is desperate, messy, filled with heat and lust. but at this point you don’t care, this is all you’ve needed from when you first saw him.
he breaks away from the kiss panting, his forehead dropping against yours. you give him a few light pecks, not wanting your lips to leave his.
“you don’t have to be jealous.” you pant, your hand coming up to tangle in his curls. “because all ive wanted is you.” this time michael is the one kissing you, his mouth shifting into a grin, kissing you like he just the thought of you makes him hungry.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body more firmly on top of yours. you gasp in his mouth, when you feel something thick and heavy pressed against your stomach.
michael realises, breaking away from the kiss and looking down to see a massive tent in his swim shorts. you immediately see the embarrassment on his face. “m’sorry,” he sits up and covers his face. “you— you just drive me insane and you’re so pretty and…”
“mikey.” you say, sitting up and pulling his hands from his face.
“it’s okay.” you smile, biting your bottom lip. you put your hand over his bulge, giving it a squeeze.
michael groans, dropping his head back.
“baby…” he moans, just by the light touch of your hand.
“do you want this?” you question.
“yes.” michael says quickly when your hand goes into his shorts, finding his hot and heavy length. “ive never… fuck,” he curses when you wrap your hand around him, your fingers not even touching all the way, “ive never done this before.”
him saying that shocks you because he’s older than you by a couple years, and while you’ve had boyfriends and have fucked a few times… he hasn’t.
you’ll be lying if you say that you being his first doesn’t make you wet.
“that’s okay.” you whisper, climbing off the bed and getting on your knees right in front of him. you pull him out of his shorts fully, gawking at the length and thickness of him.
“baby, you don’t have to—” michael groans, his eyes rolling back when you wrap your warm mouth around his fat tip. you open your mouth wider, trying to get as much of him in your mouth as possible.
you bob your head up and down, humming at the taste of him.
“oh…” he pants, swallowing hard when you look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. “this feels so good.”
you hum, opening your legs a little wider, your clit throbbing just from you sucking him off.
you take him into your mouth deeper, gagging when his tip reaches the back of your throat. you come off his dick with a pop, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting all the pre cum that’s oozing out.
michael bucks his hips, when you put him back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bopping your head faster.
you feel his dick twitch in your throat, knowing that he’s so close, “oh gosh…baby!” michael whines. his mouth falling open in utter bliss.
“wait, wait!” michael pants, gently using your hair to pull you off of him.
you look up at him, spit dribbling down your chin, your eyes glossy with lust.
“come here,” michael says, pulling you up from your position on your knees.
“wha— mphhh!” michael kisses you, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue and pulls you onto his lap so you’re right above his throbbing length.
“wanna feel you.” he mumbles against your lips. you nod, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and feeling your wetness coating your fingers. you reach behind you, raising yourself up as high as you can, feeling his tip breach your entrance.
your mouth falls open, feeling the delicious stretch of his tip pushing inside of you.
michael pushes his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his moans.
you push your self down slowly, taking in every single thick inch of his length.
once you’re fully seated you pull michael’s face towards you, connecting your lips in a messy kiss.
you hold his face, staring into his eyes when you raise yourself up right to the tip and then drop yourself back down.
you moan, finding a steady rhythm and loving the feeling of his thickness stretching you open every time you reach the hilt of him.
“you feel so good,” michael gasps, leaning back on his hands and watching the way your pussy swallows him.
“hmm… so big. you’re so big.” you whine, bouncing faster and feeling that warm heat low in your stomach.
michael grips onto your hips, laying his back down on the mattress fully, even though his feet are still pressed on the floor.
you grind your hips, rubbing your clit and feeling the coil in your stomach tighten.
gripping your hips tighter, michael starts thrusting up into you, throwing his head back at the utter tightness and warmth of your cunt.
he swears he’s never felt such pleasure before in his life.
you shatter above him, flopping onto his chest, hearing his almost broken moans, while his thrusts quicken until you feel him push his whole length into you, feeling the warmth of his seed burst into your womb.
“holy shit.” is the first thing you hear, after the ringing in your ears subside.
you look up at him with a dazed smile, seeing how fucked out he looks.
his curls are sticking to his head, his eyes are completely glossed over. dare you say that he looks… reborn.
“i didn’t expect that to happen when i just came up here to check if you were okay.” you giggle, dropping your head back onto his chest.
“me neither.” he chuckles, “but im glad it happened.”
“really?” you say.
“definitely. ive been wanting to do that since i saw you.”
you hide your face in his neck, feeling embarrassed after you’ve already rode the fuck out of him.
“mikey.” you giggle.
he drops his head down, giving you a kiss on your temple. “im serious though, i didn’t like the way randy was all over you.”
you laugh, “he said he was just doing that so he could give us a little push and now you have to thank him because it worked!” you gesture between the two of you.
“nah i ain’t ever thanking that big head.” michael grins, rubbing a hand up your back.
you smile, leaning up to kiss him deeply.
who knew staying at your bestfriend’s home would have you shackling up with her older brother.
“you think they’re both okay up there? should i go and check on her?” janet asks her brother’s, who have long since came out of the pool and are just playing catch with a beach ball.
marlon snickers, shaking his head. “if you know what’s better for you baby sis, you better leave that girl alone until tomorrow morning. she ain’t coming down anytime soon.”
randy laughs, shaking marlon’s hand.
janet’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at what they’re getting at. after a couple moments of thinking it over, she nearly throws up at the thought. “ew gross! don’t be saying that marlon!” she shouts, throwing a towel at his head.
“you did ask!” marlon cackles.
“yeah right!” janet pouts, knowing that as disgusting as it is, marlon is right and now she’s unfortunately going to have to share you with michael.
because knowing you and knowing michael, you both aren’t letting each other go.
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i finally found someone who is obsessed with botdf just like i am !!! 😜 can you please write something fem reader x michael where they meet at the club and stuff (smut) happpens and is full of tension like in the short film 🙂↕️🙂↕️ will leave all details to you but can be full of tension and michael being playful with the reader who snaps back and maybe has a smart mouth lol ♡ thabk you so much hope u have a wonderful day!!!!!!
oh i love this, hopefully i can have it up in the next 2 days?? idk check in . or comment on this / my pinned & i’ll tag you 🩷
i’m on it 🫡
such a perv ────୨୧──── m. jackson
wc: 3k
coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader
era: off the wall
summary: you catch michael jerking off to one of your sexy little polaroid pics that he stole from your boyfriend's wallet. The sweet girl that you are, you decide to put him out his misery.
warnings: heavy smut with little plot, cheating, dom!reader, sub!michael, virgin!michael, creampie (sorry not sorry), f! oral receiving, m! oral receiving, michael is heavily inexperienced,
a/n: I’ve lowk been wanting to write something virgin michael based & this is what I came up with!! & also I’ve been in heat this week for some reason so fuck all that cute shit here’s sumthin dirty xoxo
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Michael plops himself on the edge of his bed, the sunlight pooling through the window behind him & on the polariod he’s holding, a polaroid of you. In the picture, you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in an oversized tee, probably his. Your bare ass is jutted out as you look back, smiling cutely at the camera lens, your boyfriend’s hand gripping the fat of your cheek. As much as Michael loves it, it doesn’t belong to him.
The Polaroid he’s holding actually belongs to your boyfriend, your loyal & loving boyfriend. He found it poking out his wallet that was laying on the couch while you, Janet, his brothers & of course your boyfriend, were in the occupied in the back garden drinking & chatting, completely unaware of his sly acts.
Michael’s always been a bit nosey, especially when it comes to you & your boyfriend. He can’t help but despise him, hates the way he looks at you, hates the way he touches you. He’d always feel a way when you brought him over almost every-time you visited. He was still such a boy even in his 20’s, so lustful & envious yet so shy & enclosed.
He’d always ogle at you from across the room anytime you weren’t looking. The natural pout of your ripe pink lips, or the way your tits would bounce a little any time you giggled or moved, practically threatening to fall out of your skimpy camisole.
He lays back on the bed, placing the sultry Polaroid next to him so he’s able to pull of his shorts & his boxers, his eyes never leaving the picture beside him. He leaves them pooled at his ankles, too excited & frantic to take them off completely.
His cock is already rock hard, standing upright, just begging to be milked after multiple painful hours of weeping pre-cum in his pants from the way your ass looked in those denim shorts today. Thank god it was summer, he thought to himself.
His cheeks flush hot & pink as he picks up the picture again, trembling from adrenaline. He knows it’s wrong, you’re taken, someone else’s property. But Michael’s a traditional man, a boyfriend ain’t a husband is it?
He wraps a shaky hand around his meaty shaft, long n’ full veins already making an appearance under the skin from his intense arousal.
Shallow pathetic whimpers fall from his lips as he gently strokes his cock, staring at your slutty little picture, his mouth agape. He’s never been so erect in his life, he can barely wrap it around his hand from how big it’s gotten.
"God help me." He whispers, his voice box cracking.
He was obsessed with you, he’s had a crush on you ever since Janet brought you over, he’s just never acted on it as he’s doing now.
His attempts to keep his eyes out the back of his head start to fail as he gets closer to his climax, his hips bucking sloppily into his fist as he shuts his eyes, falling deeper into his imagination & less in reality with each stroke. Your name fell out of his mouth instinctively like a mantra, his cock a ticking time bomb in his grasp.
All of a sudden, his selfish trance was broken with a creak with what sounded like a door. He looks to the sound briefly, thinking it was something else. But it wasn't, it was you. You'd been standing in the doorway for at least 2 minutes, leaning against it with your mouth pried open in a teasing, judgmental manner. Secretly, you liked watching him touch himself when he knew no one was watching, you found it primal & dirty.
It was you who'd pushed the door open a little so it would creak, making yourself known to Michael.
As soon as he saw you, he shot up & grabbed his boxers to pull them up in a scurried motion. He looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes all blown out & scattered. You watch him slide the Polaroid under his pillow, thinking you wouldn't notice, but of course you did.
Before he could open his mouth to talk, you butt in.
"I was just walkin' past, & I heard my name?" you coo, your sweet Indiana accent making him even more shy.
You step into the room, closing & locking the door behind you with a small click as he sits up. His shorts are still pooled at his ankles as you move closer, taking a seat next to him.
He plants his face in his hands, stiff as anything. He genuinely looked as if he could cry. The last thing he expected to see was you, that's the last person he'd want to see him in that state.
"m' so sorry—" Is all he could manage, his voice shaky & eyes glossy as he looks at you, "please don't tell Janet, I'll do anything for you not to tell her, Im so sorry—"
You place a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly as you tilt your head with a small pout of your lips.
"I ain't gonna tell anyone, okay baby?" You mewl at him like a kid as you nod.
He nods along like he has no mind of his own, totally dumbfounded by anything you tell him. Now that you think of it, he kind of reminds you of a puppy.
"I wasn't thinkin' about you though, I promise, it was just to some Playboy magazines." He protests.
You let out a little giggle as you pull out the Polaroid sticking out from under his pillow like a sore thumb. You hold it up in front of his face with an amused expression.
“What’s this then huh?”
You watch the colour literally drain out of Michael's face as he goes silent. His pulse booms in his ears as he feels his hands grow clammy. He stammers as he tries to explain himself to no avail.
"That's not mine—" He says.
"I know it's not yours silly, it's my boyfriend's." You reply, your bottom lip drawing in from how horny he must've been to take this.
"N-no, but I dont know how it got here."
You tut, putting the polaroid on the bedside table.
“I’m not dumb, I mean look—“ you lift his hand off his crotch, revealing his hard poking under his boxers. He hisses through his teeth from the mere sensation of you touching his hand.
“You’re still hard, I know you were touching yourself to me. You’re such a little perv.”
“No I promise it wasn’t like that.” He presses, shaking his head.
You start to pull his shorts off from his ankles, startling him.
“What are you doing?” He says frantically, his eyes darting back & fourth from your face to where you’re pulling his shorts off.
“Shh, just relax.” You whisper, throwing his shorts to the floor, “I’m just trying to help you, but you can’t tell my boyfriend, you hearing me?”
Selfishly, you wanted his dick after seeing the size of it. & plus, you’ve always found him cute, Janet’s shy older brother who doesn’t talk much always appealed to you.
Michael watches you as if you’ll disappear if he blinks or moves an inch. He nods slowly in regard to your statement, understanding what’s going on. To him everything feels like a hazy dream, like he hasn’t accepted its reality yet.
You throw his shorts on the ground, leaving him in his boxers as you situate yourself in-between his legs. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him under the fabric like an incubus, ready to feed of him.
You caress his slim thighs, the stubble of hair making your palms tingle.
“Wait, this is wrong. This is really wrong.” Michael whines, dragging a hand across his face as he watches you tug at the hem of his boxers.
“I’ve always had a little thing for you Mikey, y’know that?” You say, pulling down his boxers & off his feet.
“—Always found you so cute.” You continue.
His cock sprung free the second you pulled down his boxers, hitting his lower abdomen. His tip was a deep mauve, glistening pre-cum still gathered at the top. His chest rises & falls as he stares at you, waiting for you to make another move.
You take his shaft in your hand & you can barely get it around. He bites his bottom lip at the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him. You bring your hand up to his mouth, laying your palm out.
“Spit,” you tell him.
He does as you say, gathering as much salvia as he can to put on your hand. You rub the fluids onto the head of his cock as you begin stroking slowly.
Michael’s eyes pinch shut tightly as he battles with something deep inside him. He’s tried to be holy his entire life, as unlustful as possible, following the ways of God. Not only that, but he was also thinking about how angry his brothers would be if they found out he betrayed their close friend. So many things were circling in his mind.
That thinking was soon brought to a stop as he feels something warm & wet touch him down there. He opens his eyes, seeing you bent slightly with your plumpy lips wrapped perfectly around his swollen tip.
“Oh my god,” he groans.
You swirl your tongue around his tip as you watch him squirm & struggle. His knuckles turning white as he tugs at the sheets beside him. You loved how in control you felt. You wrap a hand around the bottom of his base, not being able to take him all.
You begin bobbing your head up & down his shaft enthusiastically, squeezing him tighter with your wrapped hand as little gags rip from your throat, making him swell larger in your mouth. You love your boyfriend, but you didn’t expect Janet’s brother’s to be bigger than him. You release him from your mouth with a wet pop, stroking him absentmindedly.
“Anyone ever done this to you before?” You question with a twinkle in your eye.
Michael shakes his head frantically, his breath now completely erratic.
“No never, I’ve never done something like this before.” He admits, his cheeks flushed a light pink.
You hum in satisfaction, “you’re so innocent, that’s what I loved about you. You ain’t like everyone else, you’re pure.”
Michael’s unable to respond as he watches you remove your t-shirt, leaving you in your black laced bra. You lean down, giving his cock one last lick from bottom to top, making him wince & contract.
You stand on your feet as you push him back so he’s laying flat on his back, helpless. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra. Your perky tits fall free, sitting politely infront of him as you let the useless material fall to the ground.
“You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” Michael says barely above a whisper. His mouth falls agape as he gawks at them like a moth to a flame.
You giggle as you bend down, pushing your capris down your legs & off your feet. You follow along with your panties, throwing them onto his chest. He wastes no time in grabbing & touching them as if they’re gold. He brings them to his face, inhaling the natural scent of you he’d been dreaming of.
Never would you think you’d be standing in front of Michael stark naked. He relishes in the sight of you, his cock visually twitching as he furrows his brows. He comes back to reality for a second.
“What if someone comes? My brothers or Janet—“
“They won’t, just be quiet & they won’t okay?” You say, walking over to him as you situate yourself on his lap.
You were just about to grab & position him to your entrance when he stops you, grabbing your waist.
“Wait, can I?” He whispers nervously, pointing to your pussy.
You get off him, looking a little confused. You think you know what he’s asking for, yet you love to play games.
“Can you what baby? Use the right words.”
He hesitates before finally saying, “Can I lick it? Just wanna taste it so bad.”
“C’mere then.”
You nod with little giggle as you lean your back on his headboard spreading your legs in-front of him. You play with yourself with one hand, the other reaching out to place on his head as he lays down on his stomach. He looks up at you momentarily as you thread his curls between your fingers tediously.
He latches his mouth on your pussy instantly, lapping up your juices from bottom to top. The hums of satisfaction from him send a vibration to your clit, making you tense up & whimper. For someone who’s never eaten pussy before, he does it pretty well. Your boyfriend never made you feel this way, not enough desire as Michael has.
He continues suckling gently, moving to random places that wouldn’t usually bring pleasure, completely messy & inexperienced but so damn desperate.
“Feels real good Mikey, just like that don’t stop m’kay?” You breathe out, your thighs starting to clench as your eyes become teary.
You pinch your eyes shut, the muffled sounds of him slurping up your arousal adding to your pleasure. His hand comes up to gently grab one of your breasts.
“Right there, gonna come, y-yeah—“
Before you can process anything else, an orgasm rips through you with searing force. You arch your back into a sharp C as Michael makes an attempt to keep riding you through it with his mouth. Deep guttural moans erupt from your throat as you cover it with your hand, trying to stay quiet.
Michael sits up, wiping his chin with his wrist as he smiles in pleasure.
“You taste,” he pauses, “so good.”
You push him back down again to his original position, crawling on top of him as you hover yourself above his erect cock. You grab his face gently, pulling him in closer for a messy kiss. He’s probably been dreaming of simply kissing you for a while.
He moans into the kiss as your tongues battle for dominance, both of you extremely horny & greedy for eachother.
You reach down & grab his base, angling him perfectly with your weeping slit. Once it’s in the perfect position, you sit up & place both your hands on his chest.
“Remember, not a soul.” You remind him, placing a finger over his damp lips.
Michael blinks at you with his big brown adoring eyes, humming in submission as he waits impatiently to be inside of you. He’s excitement is tripled due to him never having sex, always having to wonder how it felt.
Finally, you start to sink down onto his length slowly. Each inch fills you up to the brim more & more, causing your eyes to roll back automatically. You reach the bottom, wiggling your ass you try to squeeze the last inch inside.
“It's so much bigger than his, fuck.” You whimper as you start to create little bounces.
Michael’s head falls back as low strangled groans rip from his throat. He’s not touching you yet, as if he’s afraid to overstep a boundary.
“You can touch me, Michael.” You say in between moans.
You bring his hands up to grab your hips, looking at you dumbfounded. He grabs you so gently you can barely even feel it. He slides his hands down towards your ass with a squeeze, a little wave of confidence washing over him.
"Like this?" he asks.
"Yes, exactly like that."
You continue bouncing on his length, a sweet ring of white elixir forming between the base of his cock & your pussy. Even if you two weren’t making noise, the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room — almost ratting out your little secret to the rest of the house.
“it's so tight,“ he manages to push out.
Never would Michael have thought his first time would be having his cock shoved deep inside his sister's best friend, he genuinely didn't know how to operate. All he knew was unrelenting pleasure, the rest of his brain foggy.
The room begins to feel humid, the unique aroma of your scents melting together to create an addictive combination that fills your nose with each breath.
Michael’s hips rut into you desperately from beneath, the thrusts becoming sloppy & erratic as he chases his release. He sits up slightly, wrapping his arms around your lower waist as he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples. He sucks with a warm gentle pull, catching the breath from throat. He pulls you in tighter with each second, murmuring gibberish around your areola.
You hold the back of his head, running your manicured nails through his hair as you continue bouncing on him, occasionally grinding back & fourth.
“Think I’m gonna come, can’t stop.” He moans around your breast.
You pant furiously as you feel your own release crest in your lower belly, “f-fuck, me too. Come with me honey.”
Before you could move any more, the cord in your belly snaps. Your second orgasm riding through you blissfully. You throw your head onto Michael’s shoulder as you cry, your heartbeat booming in your ears as blind spots cover your vision temporarily.
Michael tried to last in hopes of staying inside you longer, yet the way your pussy tightened around him during your orgasm brought him to a sudden halt.
"Gonna come—"
His body stiffens up as he releases himself with one last thrust beneath you. He pauses before a singular, lengthy moan escapes his throat. You feel his warm seed paint your walls as he twitches, flopping onto his back as he tries to steady his breathing.
You lean forward, allowing him to slowly fall out of you. His flaccid length drops down on his abdomen as soon as it leaves you, his release dripping from you & onto his thighs.
All that was left was you & michael's bodies spent & glued together, a secret that only you two will have to hold from now on.
You look down at him, all fucked out & mesmerised by you. His eyes search you as if you're not supposed to be real. You pepper a kiss on his cheek,
"You're going to make this real difficult aren't you?"
a/n: i felt like a SLUT writing this
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