everytime i see some type of michael jackson x popstar reader, she’s always based on sabrina carpenter….. #Noticing👀
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everytime i see some type of michael jackson x popstar reader, she’s always based on sabrina carpenter….. #Noticing👀
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𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒
𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝘄𝗰: 𝟮,𝟵𝗸
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗷𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁. 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿.
the night should’ve ended an hour ago. the event was over, everyone had gone their separate ways, and yet somehow you were still sitting in jermajesty’s passenger seat.
the city lights reflected against the windshield while music played quietly through the speakers. you had your feet tucked underneath you as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.
“you know,” jermajesty said, turning the volume down, “most people would’ve gone home by now.” you looked over.
“most people don’t have to listen to you complain about parking prices.”
“i’m serious.”
“so am i.”
he rolled his eyes.
“well la parking is a scam.”
“there it is”
“see? this is why i keep you around.”
you laughed. the sound made him smile without even realizing it. there was a brief silence before he reached into the center console.
“you tryna roll up?”
your eyes widened slightly.
“right now?”
“why not?”
you looked around dramatically.
“because we’re sitting in a parking lot?”
“details.”
you snorted.
“you ask that like i haven’t seen you do way worse.”
“exactly.”
after a moment, you shrugged.
“okay.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
twenty minutes later, you were both significantly more relaxed than either of you intended. the music sounded better, everything was funnier and for some reason neither of you could stop laughing.
“i’m literally not saying anything,” you wheezed. jermajesty had his head against the steering wheel.
“that’s the problem.”
“what does that even mean?”
“i don’t know.”
that only made both of you laugh harder.
eventually the laughter died down. the comfortable kind of silence settled over the car. outside, people occasionally walked past. inside, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
you glanced over.
he was already looking at you.
and for some reason, neither of you looked away immediately. your stomach did a weird little flip.
“what?” you asked softly.
he blinked.
“nothing.”
“you’re staring to hard.”
“am not.”
“you literally are.”
“okay maybe a little.”
his voice came out quieter than before.
you swallowed. something about the way he was looking at you felt different tonight.
you looked away first.
“you’re so weird.”
“you’re so pretty.”
the words slipped out so casually that for a second neither of you reacted. then your head snapped toward him.
“…what?”
jermajesty’s eyes widened. like he couldn’t believe he’d actually said it.
“i said you’re pretty.”
your heart nearly stopped.
“jer.”
he rubbed the back of his neck.
“what?”
“don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“say things like that.”
he stared at you.
“why not?”
because i’ve liked you for years, because hearing you say things like that makes me think maybe you could like me back and because i’m not sure i could survive finding out i’m wrong. instead you looked down at your hands.
“because.”
“because?”
you sighed.
“because you don’t mean it.”
his eyebrows pulled together.
“what are you talking about?”
“you’re high.”
he immediately shook his head.
“nah.”
“jer—”
“i’m serious.”
his voice was soft now.
“i think you’re pretty when i’m sober too.”
your breath caught. the car suddenly felt much smaller, much warmer. and the look on his face wasn’t joking, wasn’t playful.
if anything, he looked nervous. which somehow scared you even more.
“you really mean that?” you asked.
he laughed once.
“you have no idea how much i mean it.”
and just like that, every crush-filled thought you’d spent years trying to hide came rushing to the surface.
because maybe, just maybe this wasn’t the weed talking after all. you looked down at your hands resting in your lap. there was absolutely no way this conversation was happening. not with him, not after all this time.
“jer…”
“yeah?”
“you’re messing with me.”
he immediately frowned.
“why would i do that?”
you shrugged.
because it made more sense than the alternative. because the alternative was that the guy you’d spent years secretly liking was sitting a few inches away admitting he thought you were pretty.
and that felt impossible.
“i don’t know.”
he shook his head.
“nah.”
his gaze stayed on you.
“i’m not joking.”
your stomach flipped. you hated how much you wanted to believe him. for a second neither of you spoke. then jermajesty groaned and dropped his head back against the seat.
“okay.”
“okay what?”
“you know, i wasn’t gonna say this.”
“say what?”
he covered his face with one hand which immediately made you nervous.
“jer.”
“this is embarrassing.”
you laughed despite yourself.
“now i definitely wanna hear it.”
“that’s exactly what i’m afraid of.”
“jermajesty, just say it”
he sighed dramatically.
then peeked at you through his fingers.
“…i get jealous.”
you blinked.
“what?”
“see? i knew i shouldn’t have said it.”
“hold on.”
you turned toward him completely.
“jealous?”
he groaned.
“don’t make me repeat it.”
“jermajesty.”
“yes.”
“you get jealous?”
his ears were turning red.
which was honestly the funniest thing you’d ever seen.
“occasionally.”
“of who?”
“guys.” you stared. he stared back.
“what guys?”
his expression said seriously?
“all of them.”
your mouth fell open.
“all of them?”
“okay maybe not all of them.”
you raised an eyebrow.
he thought about it.
“…most of them.”
you burst out laughing.
jermajesty immediately pointed at you.
“don’t laugh.”
“i’m sorry.”
“no you’re not.”
“i’m really not.”
he rolled his eyes. but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“whatever.”
“you get jealous.”
“okay.”
“that’s crazy.”
“thanks.”
“matter of fact that’s actually insane.”
“thank you.”
you laughed again. this time he couldn’t stop himself from laughing too. for a moment it felt normal, except it wasn’t.
because now your heart was beating entirely too fast and every time he looked at you, you forgot how to think. the laughter slowly died down. then another silence settled between you. a different one this time. jermajesty’s fingers tapped nervously against the steering wheel.
“can i ask you something?”
your stomach dropped.
“depends.”
“have you really never noticed?”
you frowned.
“noticed what?”
his eyes met yours.
“that i liked you.”
your breath caught.
oh.
oh.
you looked away immediately. which told him everything.
“you didn’t.”
it wasn’t a question.
you covered your face.
“i’m actually gonna jump out of this car.”
“you didn’t.”
he was laughing now.
“i’m serious.”
“how?”
“because i thought you were being nice!”
“nice?”
“yes.”
“i was flirting.”
your head snapped toward him.
“THAT was flirting?”
“what do you mean that was flirting?”
“jer, you bought me a smoothie one time.”
“because you said you liked it.”
“that’s not flirting.”
“it is when i drove twenty minutes to get it.”
your jaw dropped.
“you drove twenty minutes?”
“yeah.”
“why?”
he stared at you. then blinked.
slowly.
“see this is why we’re here now.”
you immediately covered your face again.
“oh my god.”
he laughed.
the kind of laugh that made your chest ache.
“well maybe i couldn’t tell because i’ve liked you forever.”
silence, complete silence.
the smile disappeared from his face
“what?”
your eyes widened. immediately.
“forget i said that.”
“absolutely not.”
“jer—”
“forever?”
you groaned.
“don’t do this.”
“FOREVER?”
“please stop yelling.”
“i’m not yelling.”
he was absolutely yelling.
“you liked me this whole time?”
“you liked me this whole time!”
he pointed at you.
“you could have said something!.”
you pointed right back.
“and you could have said something!.”
“fair.”
“exactly.”
for a second neither of you moved. then you both started laughing.
because somehow, you’d both spent years feeling the exact same thing. and neither one of you had said a word. eventually the laughter faded. your eyes met again. and this time neither of you looked away. the smile on jermajesty’s face softened. softer than you’d ever seen before. his gaze dropped briefly. to your lips. then back to your eyes. your heart nearly stopped.
“can i ask you something?” he asked quietly. you swallowed.
“what?”
his voice got even softer.
“if neither of us were scared…”
the air disappeared from your lungs.
“…what would happen right now?”
and just like that,
you forgot every single thing you were going to say. your heart slammed against your ribs. for a second, you genuinely forgot how to speak. the question hung between you. because you both already knew the answer. neither of you wanted to be the first one to say it. jermajesty’s eyes stayed on yours. waiting. and somehow that made everything worse.
you laughed nervously.
“that’s a crazy question.”
“i know.”
“you always ask crazy questions?”
“only when i’m having a crisis.”
“you’re having a crisis?”
“currently.”
despite everything, you smiled. his smile appeared a second later. that feeling came back again, the one you’d spent years trying not to have. except now you couldn’t hide from it anymore. not when he was looking at you like that. not when he knew,
not when you knew. the silence stretched.
jermajesty shifted in his seat. you noticed immediately. because suddenly you were noticing everything. the way he looked at you. the way his fingers tapped against his leg when he was nervous. the way he kept glancing at your lips before forcing himself to look back at your eyes. your stomach flipped.again and again. “you’re staring,” you murmured. his ears turned red instantly.
“so are you.”
“…fair.”
“…fair.”
you both laughed quietly, then the laughter faded and neither of you looked away. the city lights reflected in his eyes. he looked nervous. which was almost unbelievable. jermajesty was usually the confident one.
the one who always had something to say.
right now he looked just as terrified as you felt.
“can i tell you something?” he asked. you nodded.
“i’ve wanted to do this for a while.”
your breath caught. the air in the car suddenly felt impossibly thin.
“do what?” you whispered.
his gaze dropped. just for a second, to your lips. then back up again. your heart nearly stopped. neither of you moved. it felt like standing on the edge of something. one step away from changing everything. you could hear your own heartbeat. feel the nervous energy buzzing through your body. jermajesty swallowed.
“i don’t wanna mess this up.”
the confession came out so quietly it almost hurt. your chest tightened.
because after years of wondering and
years of hoping, years of convincing yourself he could never feel the same way, here he was. looking at you like you were something precious. something he was afraid of losing.
you smiled softly.
“you won’t.”
his shoulders relaxed.
just a little.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
for a second neither of you said anything.
then he laughed under his breath.
“we really wasted years.”
“literally years.”
“that’s embarrassing.”
“extremely.”
he shook his head. still smiling.
then his eyes met yours again.
and suddenly neither of you were laughing anymore. the tension returned instantly.
stronger this time. because now there was nothing left unsaid. just the space between you. just the choice to close it. your voice came out barely above a whisper.
“jer.”
“yeah?”
“are you gonna keep looking at me like that?” his smile grew. small, like he was nervous.
“depends.”
“on what?”
“whether you’re gonna kiss me first.”
your jaw dropped.
he immediately started laughing. the kind that told you he couldn’t believe he’d actually said that. “oh my god,” you groaned.
“what?”
“you’re ridiculous.”
“i know.”
you shook your head.
but you couldn’t stop smiling.
couldn’t stop looking at him. and neither could he. eventually the laughter faded. everything always seemed to come back to this. the two of you. looking at each other.
feeling things neither of you could ignore anymore. jermajesty’s gaze softened.
“hey.”
“hey.”
his eyes flickered to your lips one last time.
then back to your eyes. giving you every opportunity to pull away. you didn’t.
and neither did he. slowly, carefully and
he reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face. his fingers lingered for just a second.
your breath caught. his did too.
and finally he leaned in. the kiss was soft. gentle, neither of you could quite believe it was happening. years of feelings years of missed chances, years of wanting.all packed into one moment. when he pulled back, neither of you moved very far. foreheads almost touching. both smiling like complete idiots.
“wow,” jermajesty whispered.
you laughed.
“wow?”
“that’s all i got.”
“wow.”
“exactly.”
you shook your head. still smiling.
“you’re such a loser.”
his grin widened.
“yeah.”
he looked at you again.
all warm eyes and happiness.
the kind of look that made your heart melt.
“but i’m your loser now.”
and for the first time all night, for the first time in years, neither of you had to wonder anymore.
deep sea diver, swimming with the fishes
…. its us. we’re the fishes.
i don't play about michael joesph jackson
i will defend that man until my very last breath.
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐑𝐀, 𝐇𝐈𝐌
by ebonymuse
ㅤꨄ︎ in honour of 2,000 beautiful followers — i present my 2k event ; ‘through every era, him’. a commemoration to every divine era, co-ordinated with each enchanting album, michael jackson gave to us very sincere fans! turned lustful — naturally. a daily fic will be posted on this account ebonymuse and linked here — a sublime array of romantic erotica to display my utmost affection to not only the ethereal man in question, but also my supportive followers ౨ৎ
ㅤꨄ︎ prepare to indulge ;
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐛𝐚𝐝
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞
ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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Bad Nanny
coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader
era: mature
summary: michael's nanny confessed she's never had an orgasm, & he took that personally.
tags: !smut, hired nanny, late night drinking, confessions, fingering, going down on you, desperate n' dirty sex, multiple orgasms, taboo concept,
a/n: this was requested & I couldn't get my mind off the idea because it was so sexy, anon I luv you.
p.s I got a bit filthy with this one, hope y'all don't mind
the difference between jaafar and juliano at the premiere has me giggling so much. jaafar saying one word in japanese while juliano is a prodigy at it at this point.
how do I get that fuckass docu-series off of my recommended.
in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ
cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.
porn with a smidge of plot
a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙
wc : 1.5k ish
inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao
"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."
he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.
nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly
you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.
"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."
you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.
your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."
"mikey–"
"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.
you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"
he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.
"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.
you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.
he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.
his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."
swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.
his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.
he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.
he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.
jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"
"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.
his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.
you look holy.
you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.
holy is an understatement.
michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.
he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.
he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.
youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.
he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.
"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.
hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.
your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.
he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.
he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.
he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.
his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.
"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.
"oh! i love you michael!."
stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.
everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.
the room stills for a pause.
"i meant it."
a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.
i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH
anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)
thoughts on the netflix special?
Michael Jackson- the people’s princess forever. I ain’t watching that shit
I'm All Yours
summary: a perfect beach day with your sweet boyfriend should have ended in peace, but when his brothers’ usual teasing pushes Michael’s insecurities a little too far, you’re quick to remind him exactly where he stands ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
warning: sexual themes, smut, 18+, jealousy, insecurity & slight mild emotional hurt, fluff, family teasing, slight possessiveness, shower sex, already an established relationship, maybe a bit of a breeding kink thrown in there lol
a/n: hope u like this cute lil story!!! i have been quite busy with work and moving apartments, so i tried to write this quickly in between the chaos, have a nice weekend everyone <3♡‧₊˚
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A comfortable silence settled inside the baby blue Cadillac as a sweet beach day slowly came to an end. The smoldering California heat was finally beginning to subside.
This was one of those rare days when your usually busy boyfriend had cleared his schedule completely — an entire day devoted to you.
The scent of sunscreen and coconut lingered on both your skin. Your hair was still damp with saltwater, beginning to dry into soft, messy waves. Your curls looked untamed and golden, lightened by the sun. A warm, sun-kissed glow had settled over your skin.
You'd had a wonderful day, and you were silently grateful Michael had brought his Polaroid camera to capture it all.
Maybe it was the excitement of a new relationship — or the fact that you hadn't seen your sweet, hardworking boyfriend in an entire week — but you couldn't help staying close to him in the back seat. Almost draped over him.
Your fingers remained intertwined, your head resting on his shoulder, both of your curls blending together in the lingering warmth.
You glanced up at him instinctively. He looked down at the same moment. A soft grin spread across both of your faces before he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You held his gaze for a moment longer — soft, loving, intense — his eyes catching the sunset so perfectly they looked like burning amber.
Your intimate moment came to a gentle halt as the car slowed to a stop. Sweet old Bill was probably tired of driving lovestruck youngsters around all day. Although he kept his distance and mainly handled pickups and drop-offs, he'd been around long enough to witness plenty of your softness together.
Bill adored Michael and you, of course — but sometimes the two of you were so in love it was basically a public service announcement, and he had no choice but to play third wheel.
"Finally home, lovebirds," the older man said, his brown eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror.
You gave him a bright smile and a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Thank you, Bill."
The man was practically a Jackson family member himself, and you couldn't help but see him in a fatherly light sometimes. He had a soft spot in your heart.
Michael gave him a quick handshake of thanks through the leather seats before stepping out. He immediately reached back for your hand, helping you out of the car.
The midday heat had softened into something gentler. The air smelled faintly of jasmine blooming nearby.
You walked side by side toward the house when Michael slipped an arm around your waist.
"This has really been one of the best days I've had in a while," he said, looking at you with the most lovesick expression in his eyes. "My beautiful angel."
Something warm spread through your chest at his words, your smile softening as you looked back at him — like you still couldn't quite believe he was real sometimes.
"I love you, Mikey."
For a moment, his expression only deepened, like he was holding onto that sentence.
"I love you too, angel."
He squeezed your waist lightly before letting go as the front door came into view. He opened it slowly, and you both stepped inside.
Thankfully, most of the family members were out. The lack of cars outside confirmed it — except for a few.
Your suspicions were confirmed the moment loud commotion drifted in from the kitchen. You exchanged a quick look with Michael.
Ah yes — the sweet-talk trio.
Michael had always appreciated how much you liked his family, and they liked you just as much. But whenever even one of them was around — or all three together — it never took long before the teasing started. Words like foxy, sultry, and trouble were thrown around far too easily, always followed by jokes about how Michael had somehow "managed to land you" of all people.
Michael hated it more than he'd ever admit. Not because they were trying to be cruel — but because it always stirred something uncomfortable inside him. There was a trace of insecurity there, quiet and unspoken. Like he couldn't quite believe you were real — or that someone like you had chosen him at all.
You noticed it, even if he never said it aloud.
That's why you always called him pet names like pretty boy or angel face. Because to you, he wasn't just talent and charm and mystery — he was beauty itself. Soft. Rare. Irreplaceable. You just wished he could see it as easily as you did.
You walked into the kitchen hand in hand.
You were wearing a tiny denim halter dress that left little to the imagination, a gold pendant resting at your chest with a delicate "M" engraved into it — a gift from him, of course. On your feet were your wooden platform clogs, adding to your sun-drenched, effortless look. You looked like you had stepped straight out of a magazine.
Michael, however, could only look at you in awe — and slight nervousness. He already knew what was coming.
As soon as you rounded the corner, the three of them were there — Jackie, Marlon, and Jermaine sprawled around the kitchen island, lazily tossing a tiny basketball back and forth between them before they noticed the two of you.
Jackie spotted you first and let out a low whistle.
"Well, damn," he grinned, giving you a quick once-over. "Mike really let you leave the house dressed like that? Man's braver than me."
You rolled your eyes dramatically. "Ew."
Marlon immediately burst out laughing.
The flirting never really fazed you. They were Michael's brothers before they were anything else, and the idea of entertaining them like that was honestly almost funny to you. Besides, you knew it was all playful — none of them actually expected anything from it, and if anyone ever crossed a line, you would've made yourself perfectly clear.
Marlon laughed at your reaction, spinning the basketball on one finger before pointing toward the gold pendant around your neck.
"You see that 'M' around her neck, Jackie?" he said. "You ain't got a chance, brother." Then he looked at you with an exaggerated grin. "But me, however…" He placed a hand against his chest dramatically. "Now that's a different story, sweetheart."
You snorted. "Yeah right, Marlon."
Laughing softly, you tossed the beach towel in your hand at him, earning a loud cackle from the kitchen.
Michael, meanwhile, let out a long sigh. "Are y'all done now?" he muttered, already making his way toward the fridge.
Before anyone could answer, Jermaine cut in immediately, like he'd been waiting for his turn all along. He leaned back against the counter with a smirk.
"She trouble in that dress," he said casually. "Legs for days, all sun-kissed and pretty… got Mikey all lovesick." Michael shut the fridge door harder than necessary. Jermaine only grinned wider. "Bet he spent all day rubbin' sunscreen on your back and feedin' you grapes."
"Oh my God," you groaned, covering your face briefly. "You're just jealous he actually has somebody to rub sunscreen on."
The kitchen immediately erupted into loud whistles and dramatic "ooohs." Marlon nearly doubled over laughing while Jackie pointed at Jermaine like he'd just lost an argument.
You caught the small, half-proud smile tugging at Michael's lips before he reached for your hand again, pulling you closer against his side.
Jermaine noticed instantly. "Man, look at him," he laughed. "Holdin' her hand immediately like she gon' disappear." Michael's grip tightened slightly. "Our baby brother gone soft."
"Jermaine," Jackie warned through a grin.
But Jermaine kept going anyway. "You better keep an eye on her dressed like that, Mikey. Leave her alone for one second and somebody gon' steal her."
The kitchen went a little quieter after that. Marlon's grin faltered. Jackie shot Jermaine a look.
Michael's jaw tightened.
"I'm not soft," he snapped suddenly, voice sharper than before. "And y'all need to stop."
Marlon raised both hands innocently, already laughing again. "Ooh, he mad now."
That did it.
Michael dropped your hand, cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment and irritation, before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen without another word. His footsteps disappeared quickly down the hallway.
Your expression immediately fell. "Mikey — come on…"
Usually, the teasing was harmless, mainly done to get a reaction out of Michael more than anything else. And you always reminded him of the same thing: no one could ever steal you away from him. Still, you knew his brothers could be knuckleheads sometimes — and this time they'd pushed too far.
You slowly turned back toward the trio, disappointment written clearly across your face.
"I expected better from y'all," you said firmly, pointing directly at Marlon. "Especially you."
"Aw, c'mon —"
Before Jermaine could even defend himself, you launched the cold water bottle in your hand straight at him.
"That's assault!" Jermaine shouted between laughs, jerking his head out of the way just before the bottle flew past him.
You ignored him completely, already hurrying down the hallway after your poor boyfriend.
A loud bedroom door slam echoed upstairs.
You quickly made your way up the staircase before turning toward his room, a small breath leaving you as you pushed the door open.
Michael was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands. Visibly upset.
"Mikey…"
He didn't answer at first. The teasing had gotten to him more than usual, stirring up all those quiet insecurities he always tried to bury.
You slowly approached him before stopping directly in front of where he sat. From this angle, you almost towered over him slightly. Gently, you reached down and held his colder cheek in your warmer hand, slowly rubbing circles across it.
"Hey," you said softly. "Talk to me."
Michael let out a frustrated breath. "They always do this."
You brushed your thumb across his cheek. "I know."
His gaze dropped to the floor. For a moment, he seemed unsure whether he wanted to say the next part out loud. Then he did.
"Sometimes I think they're right."
Your heart squeezed. "About what?"
Michael swallowed. "About you being too good for me."
The confession came out so quietly it almost hurt to hear. He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head like he already regretted saying it out loud.
"I mean… I see the way people look at you," he added softly. "You could have anybody. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He swallowed again. "I just… don't know why you picked me."
You immediately shook your head. "Oh, angel face."
His eyes finally lifted to yours.
"Michael, do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"
A weak laugh escaped him. "I'm serious."
"So am I."
You threaded your fingers through his curls. "You're talented, kind, thoughtful, hardworking, beautiful — and somehow you still act surprised that I love you."
A faint blush spread across his cheeks. You smiled.
"Trust me, pretty boy. If anybody's lucky here, it's me."
The blush deepened immediately. He looked at you for a second longer than before, like he was trying to hold onto what you said.
Then you grinned. "Aaaand…" you continued, giving one of his curls a gentle tug and earning a quiet little huff from him, "you've got this wonderful singing voice, this crazy passion for everything you love, and the foxiest lady completely devoted to you."
"Aaaand…" you teased again as his face turned even redder, "one flash of that smile and I melt like ice cream in the sun."
"Baby…" he groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
You couldn't help but laugh with him, gently straddling his lap. You peeled his hands away from his flushed cheeks and cupped his face with both of yours, thumbs stroking tenderly.
"You're so pretty, Mikey," you murmured, affection thick in your voice. "You're mine… and I'm all yours."
Michael's breath hitched. The frustration in his eyes melted into something warmer, hungrier. He looked up at you like you were God's own gift — sun-kissed and glowing, somehow all his.
"You really mean that?" he whispered, voice low and rough around the edges.
"Every word."
You held his gaze for a moment longer, watching the way he seemed to soften under your words. Then you traced your thumb across his lower lip before slipping it gently into the warmth of his mouth.
He closed his eyes and sucked softly, almost in awe, his tongue brushing the glossy red of your nail. A faint flush rose to his cheeks almost immediately, his breath catching slightly as he looked at you again.
"And you know what, Mikey…?" you continued, voice dropping sweetly.
His lashes fluttered as he met your gaze, still a little dazed, before giving a slow shake of his head.
"I think you've been such a good boy today," you murmured, voice soft and steady. "Taking me to the beach… treating me like I'm heavenly and divine… and being so patient when your brothers tried to rile you up." A small pause. "I think you oughta be rewarded."
A soft hum vibrated against your thumb. You slowly pulled it from his lips with a quiet pop.
Michael let out a shaky exhale, already shifting beneath you like he couldn't wait another second.
You climbed off his lap, and he moved to follow like an eager puppy. Before he could fully stand, you placed a gentle hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, your fingers splayed warmly over his skin. His breath hitched at the contact.
"Uh uh, not yet, pretty boy," you murmured, smiling down at him. "You gotta watch me undress first."
"O-okay…" he whimpered, eyes wide and hazy with want as he stayed right where you put him.
You slipped off your chunky wooden clogs first, the illusion of being as tall as your boyfriend cracking immediately. Your red-manicured toes — matching your fingers — sank into the soft carpet. Michael watched with parted lips and that same reverent hunger, anticipation curling warmly in his stomach.
You reached behind your neck and untied the thick denim straps of your halter dress, then slowly peeled it down your body. As the fabric slipped over your chest, the cute polka-dot bikini came into view. Michael's breath caught sharply. You saw the way his swim trunks tented, his hand twitching desperately in his lap like he was aching for relief. A quiet, needy sound escaped him as he palmed himself through the thin fabric.
You paused with the dress right above your navel, giving him a teasing little pout.
"Angel… please," he breathed, looking absolutely devastated.
"That wasn't very good, was it, Mikey? I didn't say you could touch."
He could only stare at you in awe, eyes wide and shining with want.
You stepped closer, nearly between his spread knees, then continued sliding the dress down your hips until it pooled at your feet. You bent slowly to step out of it, your chest dipping right into his eye line, the delicate gold "M" pendant gleaming between your breasts in the golden sunlight.
As you straightened up again, you slowly reached behind your back and began untying the bikini top. You were so close to him now, barely inches away — close enough to hear the way he gulped.
No matter how many times you'd been intimate, Michael always reacted like this — like it was the first time he was seeing you bare, like he was falling in love with you all over again right in front of your eyes.
The bikini top slipped from your fingers and landed with a quiet thud on the floor. Michael's eyes were wide, dark with hunger and awe, drinking in the sight of you like you were something sacred.
He reached out with trembling hands, gently grasping the sides of your thighs before pressing his forehead against your stomach, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.
You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped you. You threaded your fingers through his damp curls, tilting his face up gently.
"Wanna help me with the last piece, pretty boy?" you asked, voice low and sultry.
He looked up at you with the most loving, hungry expression — those big doe eyes full of adoration and want — and nodded almost shyly. "Y-yes," he breathed.
You guided his hands to the ties at your hips. His fingers were shaky with anticipation as he fumbled with the strings, but he eventually managed to pull them loose. The bikini bottoms slid down your legs and pooled at your feet, leaving you completely bare before him.
For a moment, Michael just stared, lips parted, like he couldn't quite believe his luck.
You gave him a soft, teasing smile before turning and walking slowly toward the bathroom, hips swaying gently. You paused at the doorway and glanced back over your shoulder with a playful pout.
"What? Aren't you gonna join me?"
You didn't wait for an answer — just stepped into the bathroom at a light, teasing pace and slipped into the shower, turning the water on and letting the warm spray fill the space with steam.
Behind you, you heard Michael scrambling to his feet, nearly tripping in his hurry. Clothes were shed in a clumsy rush, and then the shower curtain was yanked open. He stepped in without hesitation, pulling you into a hungry kiss the second the water hit his skin.
Your back met the cool tile wall as his body pressed against yours. You could feel how hard he was, flushed and aching, pressed warmly against your stomach. Heat pooled between your thighs at the contact.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet curls as the hot water cascaded over both of you, drenching your hair and turning your curls into heavy, dripping strands.
Michael moaned softly into your mouth before trailing desperate, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, like he couldn't get enough of you.
His hands slid down your body with that familiar mix of shyness and hunger, reverent even now. One slipped between your thighs, and you gasped as his long fingers gently stroked through your folds, teasing with careful devotion.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck, voice husky and full of awe, barely rising above the rush of water. "So wet already… I can't believe you're mine."
He eased one finger inside you, then another, curling them slowly while his thumb found your clit and began rubbing in gentle, devoted circles. Your hips bucked into his hand, and he let out a soft, shaky breath against your skin, pressing his forehead to your shoulder like he needed the contact to stay grounded.
"It's only you that makes me feel like this, Mikey…" you moaned, voice trembling. "The only ever."
He pulled back just enough to look at you. The warm water had flushed his face a deep rose, droplets clinging to his lashes and tracing luminous paths down his cheeks and jaw. In the soft golden light filtering into the shower, he looked almost ethereal — those wide brown eyes dark with want, his curls plastered wet against his forehead.
A slow, gorgeous smile broke across his face before you pulled him into a desperate kiss.
Every time you got close like this, the shy boy who blushed at the mere thought of intimacy seemed to melt away. In his place was someone bolder, more confident — someone not afraid to use his words and tell you exactly how much he wanted you. It never failed to make your knees weak.
"God, baby… you feel so perfect," he murmured through the kisses as his fingers pumped deeper, steadier. "So warm and tight around my fingers… My beautiful angel. Look at you, taking me so well."
You could only moan into his mouth, biting gently at his lower lip as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. His thumb circled your clit with more pressure now — steady, relentless — while his fingers curled just right against that perfect spot inside you. The contrast between the quiet, blushing Michael everyone else saw and this version of him, here in the steam and golden light, sent heat flooding through your entire body.
"You're so gorgeous like this," he breathed, voice thick with emotion. "Moaning for me… all mine."
The pleasure built slowly, deliciously, your moans echoing softly against the tiled walls. But right before you tipped over the edge, you reached down and gently grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand.
Michael pulled back, breathing hard, eyes hazy with lust but flickering with that familiar thread of worry. The careful, gentlemanly side of him always surfaced at moments like this.
"Did I do something wrong, baby?" he asked softly, voice rough but tender.
You shook your head, still catching your breath. Without another word, you turned slowly in his arms and pressed your front against the cool tile wall. You arched your back and pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock nestle hot and heavy between your cheeks.
Glancing over your shoulder, voice needy and breathless, you said, "I need you so bad, Mikey… Please fuck me like this. From behind."
You could feel his heart hammering wildly against your back. His wide eyes went even wider — like a deer caught in headlights — surprise and desire warring across his flushed face. Even now, with the water streaming down his body and his obvious need throbbing against you, he hesitated. Always the gentleman, always worried you might feel like you had to do something bolder just for him.
"W-what…?" he stammered, hands settling lightly on your hips as if afraid to grip too tight. "Baby, you don't have to… I mean, if you want me to see your face —"
"Please, baby," you whispered, pushing back against him again, slow and deliberate. "I want you like this. I want to feel you deep."
That finally seemed to sink in. Michael let out a shaky exhale, almost a whimper, his breath warm against your wet shoulder.
"Oh lord… You're gonna be the death of me, pretty lady."
His voice was thick with both awe and lingering shyness, but his hands tightened on your hips with newfound, if still slightly tentative, confidence. A soft giggle escaped you, melting quickly into a moan as the thick head of his cock brushed against your slick folds, teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes while his breathing grew heavier against your skin.
Then he finally pushed in — slow, steady, and so deep you moaned into the cool tile. He stilled once he was fully seated, chest pressed flush to your back, clearly fighting for control. The feeling of him buried so deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely, made your head spin.
His hips began to move in deep, rolling thrusts — intimate, controlled, each one pressing right where you needed him most. Every push pulled soft, needy sounds from your throat as the steamy air danced across your bodies and the running water murmured steadily in the background.
All the while, he trailed tender, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the curve of your neck — sweet and worshipful even as his thrusts grew deeper. Like he couldn't stop himself from loving you gently, even in the middle of this.
He angled his hips just right and stroked that sweet, devastating spot inside you again and again. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.
You were breathless. The words spilled out raw and needy. "Mikey… please," you moaned, pushing back to meet his deep thrusts. "Fill me up… I want you to come inside me."
Michael's rhythm faltered for a moment, a shaky groan leaving him as his lips pressed another lingering kiss to your wet shoulder. You felt his cheeks burn hot against your skin.
"Y-yeah?" he breathed, voice husky and a little shy even as his hips started moving faster, driving deeper with every stroke. The words tumbled out suddenly, unfiltered. "You want me to put a baby in you, angel? Right here?"
He panicked for half a second after saying it — but your frantic nod chased the worry away.
"Please… I want it. I want you to fill me up."
He cursed softly under his breath — a rare, rough sound that sent chills racing down your spine. You'd never heard anything like that from his mouth before. He buried his face in your neck, trailing more kisses there as his thrusts grew more desperate, deep and purposeful, like he was determined to give you exactly what you'd asked for.
His hands tightened on your waist, one sliding down over your stomach and up the front of your body before carefully, gently pressing against your throat — not squeezing, just holding you close and steady. The other wandered lower, finding your clit and rubbing fast but controlled circles against your sensitive nub.
"Then take it, sweetheart," he whispered hotly against your ear between kisses, trembling. "Take everything I give you…"
The bold words, the steady deep rhythm of him pumping inside you, his skilled fingers, and those sweet lingering kisses along your shoulder all combined to pull loud moans from your throat. You couldn't hold them back, and neither of you cared if the rest of the house could hear. Secretly, Michael seemed to like it — the way you fell apart so loudly for him, proof that only he could make you feel like this.
Pleasure crashed over you first, deep and shuddering. Your body tightened around him as you moaned his name, waves of it rolling through you. Michael followed right after with a broken, shy groan, pressing as deep as he could go while he spilled inside you, giving you everything you'd begged for. He held you close, trembling against your back, still pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as the water continued to rain down warmly over you both.
After a long, hazy moment, he eased out of you carefully and turned you in his arms, pulling you against his wet chest. His chin rested on top of your head while his big hands stroked slow, sweet circles down your back.
"You okay, angel face?" he asked gently, voice hoarse and full of tender concern.
"More than okay," you whispered, smiling against his skin.
He pulled you into a tighter hug, holding you like you were something precious, then kissed you softly. One hand came up to stroke your cheek in gentle circles. His eyes met yours, warm and full of quiet wonder.
"I love you so much, my sweet girl."
You grinned up at him. "I love you, pretty boy."
You both laughed softly, the sound echoing lightly in the steamy shower. The mood shifted back to something sweet and playful as you continued washing each other — rubbing shampoo into his curls, him carefully running soapy hands over your sun-kissed skin, gently rinsing away the last traces of the beach day.
Before long, you couldn't resist. "I don't think you're gonna be hearing any more teasing or flirting from them for a long time now."
Michael let out an embarrassed laugh, cheeks burning hot again as understanding dawned. "Oh god…"
You just smiled back at him with a big grin, feeling warm and content.
This really had been one of the best days in a long while.
who do you belong to? (smut)
❛ jealous!michael jackson 𝑥 female !reader ❜ ....✉︎ established relationship. you piss michael off by purposely making him jealous, talking to other men. you're just acting out because he wants to keep you as his little secret. you're genuinely over it. later in the car, he reminds you who you belong to. (era doesn't matter but i did imagine this with annoyed! michael from the we are the world recording) ....✎ warnings/tags: jealousy. he fingers you in the limousine. hiding the relationship. use of 'mama' as term of endearment. btw michael curses in this one (his internal thoughts at least), that's how annoyed he is.
what’s funny is that you can see him pouting from across the room. you don’t have to look at him directly to know, he’s just so painfully obvious with his face.
what’s even funnier is that the pout eventually turned into eye rolls, before escalating into deadpan stares. bill had to hand him his sunglasses he left in the car. at least that way, the whole function wouldn’t have to see him staring daggers at every man that’s trying to own the privilege of a conversation with you.
you weren’t doing it on purpose at first. it just naturally happened, men would approach a pretty girl like you to get an ounce, a sliver of your attention even. in your little black dress and louboutins, you looked classy, beautiful, and delicious.
Freddy Mercury's biggest fear btw
defending michael on internet isn’t enough, i need a gun.
fuck netflix and fuck all of you guys who are abandoning mike after this nasty documentary.
netflix isn’t innocent! after the biopic was released, everyone now wants to have a piece of michael to profit, he’s INNOCENT, everyone already knows and coming back and talking about these accusations years later and making a documentary about it is ridiculous, disrespectful and disgusting! worse, releasing this doc in JUNE.
Michael didn't deserve and doesn't deserve to go through this, let him rest in peace, he's already suffered a lot here on earth. May God bless him and may the world be a better place.
TOXIC BABY DADDY!JERMAJESTY JACKSON HEADCANNONS
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ⊹ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ toxic relationship ⊹ jermajesty
TOXIC BABY DADDY!JERMAJESTY JACKSON HEADCANNONS
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ⊹ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ toxic relationship ⊹ jermajesty