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Boyfriend!Michael Headcanons
contains fluff and smut, so minors dni!
requested!
boyfriend!michael who’s mind you’re living in rent free, not being able to go a day without seeing something that reminds him of his beautiful girl. He sees your favorite flowers? He’ll always put them in the cart even if that wasn’t on his grocery list to begin with. You lost count on how many he’s given you with the dopest smile he’s ever worn.
this man not being my man is a crime against humanity
mature!michael headcannons
⊱ Mature!michael who puts you before anything. The second he gets a call saying you need or want something, he drops whatever he’s doing and comes straight to you. No hesitation, no excuses—you always come first.
⊱ Mature!michael who doesn’t play games in a relationship. No pettiness, no silent treatment, no going to bed angry, and definitely no playing hard to get. He knows what he wants, and he knows healthy relationships require effort, honesty, and communication.
⊱ Mature!michael who hates arguing over the phone or while you’re apart. If there’s a problem, he wants to talk about it face-to-face. He values communication and prefers getting straight to the point rather than letting issues drag on.
⊱ Mature!michael who believes in giving 100%. He doesn’t think all the responsibility should fall on the woman. He helps around the house, takes care of you when you’re sick, and makes sure you’re never carrying everything on your own.
⊱ Mature!michael who gives you his full attention whenever you’re together. He listens carefully when you talk, remembers the little details, and always pays attention to your needs. Especially in public, he’s constantly checking to make sure you’re comfortable and doing okay.
⊱ Mature!michael who gets a little possessive at times. He’s been in the industry long enough to know exactly how people can be. If you’re wearing a dress that turns heads, he notices every glance sent your way. Not because he’s insecure—he trusts you completely—but because he knows how others think. He’ll casually pull you a little closer, rest a hand on your waist, or lean down to whisper something that leaves you trying not to smile for the rest of the evening.
⊱ Mature!michael who spoils you endlessly. Anything you want, it’s yours. Every time you walk into a store, he’s already asking, “See anything you like?” with his arm wrapped around you. He rarely looks at the price tag; if it makes you happy, that’s enough for him.
⊱ Mature!michael who carries extra things for you without being asked. Your bag starts feeling heavy? Somehow it’s already over his shoulder. Your jacket is bothering you? He’s holding it. You don’t even realize he’s doing it half the time.
⊱ Mature!michael who always keeps a hand on you in public. A hand on your lower back while guiding you through crowds, his fingers intertwined with yours, or an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s never controlling—it just makes him feel better knowing you’re close.
⊱ Mature!michael who always reminds you to take care of yourself. “Did you eat today?” “Did you get enough sleep?” “Did you take your medicine?” It becomes a running joke because he asks so often, but secretly you love knowing someone cares that much.
⊱ if anyone wants a nsfw version, I can definitely do that!
its not funny anymore i need this man so BAD.
michael is starting his tour and reader is unable to be with him for the first few months because shes busy herself , so she takes pretty nude pictures (like poloroids) and tucks it in michael's lyric book or sends them to him for a surprise which results into phone sex ??
love this..omg
𑣲michael is definitely the type to initiate phone sex — he can’t stand just seeing your naked body, always demanding more from you.
You knew michael was a busy man, constantly recording, constantly touring. At the end of the day you were just a girl, you loved his attention on you at all times. So when the time came around for another upcoming tour, you decided to tease him a little — leaving a piece of yourself in one of his lyric books he always takes with him.
You’d lie on your queen sized bed, plush off white silk beneath your naked frame, skin glistening with the body butter you applied. You’d adjust your hair perfectly, letting your locks fall over your chest but revealing your bare n’ perky breasts. You angled your Polaroid camera a little down, making sure to include the taught of your waist & a little of your v-line.
Snap, then you’d shake the picture, letting it develop as you place it beside you.
Another snap. This time you laid on your side cutely, puckering your glossy lips with your plump ass in the centre frame.
You knew this would drive michael crazy, not only does he hate to tour, but he hates leaving his baby. He’d call your line every opportunity he’d get, not caring how sick you’d get of him — he was selfish.
Before he left, you’d slip the two sultry Polaroids in the front page of his lyric book so he’d see it immediately.
“Gonna miss you so damn bad, baby.” He’d mewl in your arms.
“I’ll miss you too, I’m sure you’ll call.” you’d whisper.
You were flipping through a magazine the next evening in your bedroom, turning the pages slowly with your feet propped in the air.
Your flip phone rings, obviously you were expecting his call.
It’s michael of course, who else. He doesn’t speak at first but you just hear his breathing on the other end.
“Mikey? You okay?”
“Why you doin’ this to me huh?” He whispers breathlessly.
You act dumbfounded, “doing what?”
You hear him flipping through what sounds like pictures, his breathing still subtle but noticeable.
“My god…you’re so beautiful. How can I be mad at you?”
Your cheeks fire up, closing the magazine & laying on your back, your phone propped between your ear & shoulder as you play with the ends of your hair.
“I decided to tag along with you on tour this time, another way.”
Before you know it he’d be asking you to strip, to remove your top & play with your breasts, or spread your legs & play with your pussy while he strokes his cock in his hotel room.
You’d follow his lead, hearing his ragged breaths n’ strokes on the other end as he tells you exactly what he’s doing & how good it feels.
“Put the phone between your legs, I wanna hear it, please.” He’d beg in between whimpers.
You’d do so, propping the phone next you as you slip a finger in, making sure he can hear the slickness of you. The sound of him moaning, & the erotic noises of his cock make your back arch of the sheets, cute little squeals falling from your lips.
“God, you sound so damn good, gonna make me cum so fast.”
He’d be laying down on his bed himself, one hand rapidly stroking himself as the other holds one of your Polaroid selfies. The combination of your sounds & the picture making his mouth salivate.
“Fuck, gonna come baby, you close?” You’d whimper, moving your fingers desperately, chasing your release.
All you could hear was little broken words, something like a “yes” or “cumming.” Followed by a dragged out guttural groan of your name, & he came. You followed along, your face pressed into the silk pillows beside you, your thighs trembling.
“Just one more week & I’m home.”
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Quiet Morning
Jaafar x Quiet! reader
Summary: You're not really a morning person Jaafar knows his girl isn't a morning talker, but he still wants to spend the morning with you.
The soft glow of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, landing directly across your face. The faint sounds of birds outside, You were barely awake.
A warm arm was draped over your waist, holding you against a familiar chest. Jaafar, His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek. You felt him stir before you heard him.
A sleepy sigh left him as he shifted closer, somehow pulling you even tighter against him."Morning, baby."
His voice was rough from sleep. You didn't answer right away. Just made a small hum in the back of your throat. Jaafar smiled against your hair.
"Yeah, that's about what I expected. "His fingers lazily traced patterns along your side. You kept your eyes closed. Bed was warm, his arms were warm everything was comfortable.
Moving sounded terrible. "You awake?" he said softly, getting a slight nod from you. He chuckled. "Awake enough to answer me?" You made another soft sound.
Not really a word, more of an acknowledgment "Mhm." "There she is." His hand moved up to gently rub your back. You tucked your face closer into his chest. Jaafar's smile widened immediately. "Oh, so we're cuddling instead of talking today?"
You nodded once. "Got it." Neither of you spoke for a minute. You could feel his chest rise and fall beneath your cheek. Feel his fingers running through your hair. It was peaceful.
Then a soft voice spoke again "Baby?" You hummed. "I think you're stealing all the blankets." You cracked one eye open. The blanket was, in fact, mostly wrapped around you. Jaafar was barely covered.
You stared at him, slowly pulled a corner of the blanket toward him. His eyebrows lifted. "Thank you, sweetheart." You closed your eye again. Conversation over. Jaafar laughed softly. "You really don't like mornings." A tiny shake of your head. "Nope."
"Not even a little?" Another shake. "Fair." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You didn't react much besides snuggling closer. Jaafar noticed. He always did. His arm tightened around you.
"There you go." The sound of his heartbeat nearly lulled you back to sleep. Almost. His fingers gently tilted your chin upward. You opened your eyes halfway. Jaafar was already looking at you Smiling. A sleepy, affectionate smile that made your chest feel warm.
"Hi." You blinked at him softly mumbled, "Hi." His grin instantly grew. One word. That's all he got. He looked like he'd won the lottery. You watched him for a second before resting your forehead against his shoulder again.
Jaafar laughed quietly. "My quiet girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head. You closed your eyes. "Mhm." "You know I love you, right?" You nodded. His hand squeezed yours beneath the blankets.
"You gonna tell me you love me too?" A long pause. "I Love you too," you said, barely above a whisper. Jaafar's entire face softened. "Yeah?" You nodded against him.
"Good." He kissed your forehead again. "Go back to sleep, baby." You were already halfway there. Wrapped in his arms, Listening to his heartbeat.
"I'll be here when you wake up"
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Michael Jackson is extremely over dramatic. Here he sat beside you, showing you a small cut on his palm. Your fingers brushed against his inner wrist, you could the pulse thumping beneath your fingertips. You tilted his wrist taking a better look at the cut.
“Does it still hurt?” You asked, voice soft with concentration. Michael’s eyes watched you carefully. “No, not at all.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I was going to ask if you wanted me to kiss it better.” You let go of his wrist, leaning back. Michael stared at you, his lips parted and expression heartbroken at the opportunity he just missed out on. “Uh wait- hold up now.”
“Hm?” You looked at him, feigning innocence. Michael looked back down at his hand. “Actually, you know what? It does still hurt, so…”
You laughed instantly, a warm tingling feeling shot through Michael at the sound. “You missed out on the opportunity, your fault.” You shrugged.
“That’s not my fault! If you had began with, ‘hey, do you want a kiss?’ I would’ve immediately said yes! I would have said yes before you even finished the sentence!” In result of his words, your heart hammered violently against your ribs. “Please?” He murmured.
You shook your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling. Michael groaned. “Please, baby? It really does hurt now. I promise.”
You stared at him blankly before sighing in defeat, Michael smiled instantly. “Fine.”
Michael moved closer towards you, watching your movement with precision. He shoved his hand towards you, in return you grabbed the back of his hand as his palm faced upwards towards the ceiling.
You gently blew air against the cut, “does that help?” You asked quietly. Michael didn’t answer, he couldn’t.
You moved in, brushing your lips against the small cut. You kissed his palm gently, feeling the warmth spread through you.
“Happy?” You asked.
“Very.” He whispered.
I LOVE IT. I LOVE HIM. HE JUST WANTS SO LOVING AND WHO AM I TO DENY HIM THAT
ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY 🎉🎉🎉
edit: the changing of the guards 😭
M.JACKSON HISTORY ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖
summary : smut and fluff headcannon’s about you two being married!
warnings : talks of blowjobs, oral ( f receiving! ), making love, him teasing and big headed lady with jacked up teeth mentioned.
a/n : I feel guilty for having a writers block this soon, I’ve been having so much fun writing for you guys :,) my inbox is open for requests
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - HATES the thought of you doing any housework. the concept of you cleaning up makes him feel like you’re serving him , which really grosses him out. he truly believes women should be catered to no matter what.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - whenever he is accepting an award he writes an entire separate ‘thank you’ dedicated for you. if you’re sitting near the stage he’ll bring you up turning his full attention on you, ignoring the camera completely.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - smiles when you’re getting all dolled up, he knows it makes you nervous if he stares but he can’t help it. his favorite part is when you’re applying any lipstick or gloss so he can kiss it off you, forcing you to start over ( he finds this SO funny ).
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - you somehow always end up sitting in his lap when riding in his limo, he loves whispering praise into your ear it doesn’t have to be sexual either! he just loves your entire existence. “thank you for being here sorry I got so shy..”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - horror movie nights with him are your favorite, he gets every single variety of snacks and makes it a competition to see who spills the most on the floor from jump scares. you’re mostly behind his shoulder the whole movie and he calls you a scaredy cat
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- him and that damn super soaker drives you up a wall, you could be cutting up fruit in the kitchen and here you comes spraying freezing cold water on your back! you end up chasing him around the house ( you end up upside down from him picking you up )
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- rarely are you away from him but when you are he writes you the sweetest letters, if you have a favorite princess movie he’ll address the letter as my following her name! the paper is sprayed in his fragrance which usually makes you tear up.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - if you sing around him he compliments you so much you get embarrassed. he wishes you would sing on a track with him, but understands you don’t want to mix working with pleasure! he’s more stern in the studio anyways, especially in this phase of his life. you don’t need to see that side of him
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - knows all your turn on spots ( he has engraved them in his head ) he will wait until he has teased you to your breaking point, before paying them any mind though. your waterline filling up with tears in frustration, “mikey..stop”. his bottom lip slightly extends at your crybaby expression, “aww I’m sorry”.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - sitting separate at an event and the camera pans to you? he is shifting in his seat, the big ring on your finger is shining, you’re blushing at being named ‘mrs.jackson’? oh god this will more than likely it will have him between, your thighs in his dressing room soon as he gets the chance.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - doesn’t want a blowjob from you EVER the thought of anything being in your mouth that way irks him, but he does prefer you wear any jewelry or heels he’s bought you when making love. “I don’t get the concept of that… I should be making you feel good”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - slow kisser. slow KISSER. SLOW KISSER!!
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - aftercare specialist he will make sure you are catered to after such a vulnerable act. per his ‘rule’ you must get lots of water afterwards. ( it usually ends up being orange juice ). “you must get fluid in your body, it’ll regain your strength!”.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - inspection kink having you over his knee while he gets to see how wet he made you? heaven! bonus points if it’s in a dressing room and your tight dress is pulled up over your hips.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - always tells you you’re pretty, walking around the house hair sticking on the top of your head? pretty. having a tiny spat with him over d**** r****? prettier. he likes that your protective over him, asking how do you look after getting ready bashfully avoiding eye contact with him? prettiest.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - films you every. single. day. at this point your favorite princess’s name has a new owner because that’s the only thing he addresses you as in all footage. its gotten to the point where that’s what the fans and even his own family calls you!
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- dislikes overly sexual fan mail saying they’ll replace you, he crumbles it up because that’s literally NOT possible. “why the hell did she write this?”, his eyes are rolling back so hard & his lips were scrunched up. you laughed grabbing it from his hands skimming through the vulgar pen marks. “ weirdo” , “michael!” .
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- in love with your thighs!! he gets sad when you complain about putting on holiday weight. “you look beautiful.. very womanly I love it”, he embraced you from behind. he loves when the lace of your skimpy lingerie looks like it’s going to pop
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you have so many love bites and marks between your thighs it’s ridiculous. “I can’t even wear my swimsuit mikey!”, you yelled from the bathroom. “why you don’t like it?” you huffed. “no you marked me up!”, “…. and?”. you kissed your teeth, “michael… it looks like mosquitos had a cook out on my legs!”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- watches you sleep when he can’t instead of waking you up, he admires your glitter lotion radiating in the moonlight. you always smelt so soft his favorite part of the night was coming home to his favorite lady. he pecked your spine in kisses if you slept topless! which was normally what you did
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you must leave a kiss mark on his cheek if he’s about to leave the house by himself, or even if you are going with him! everyone needs to know you’re his. “wait do the red one!”, you sighed the lipstick bullet worn out by this point. “michael everyone knows we are married!”, he squinted his eyes glaring at you. “m’sorry didn’t hear you love, my ears stopped working”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- slow sex. slow SEX. SLOW SEX!!! , he refuses to do any quickies either you are going all the way or he’d rather wait. you aren’t a groupie if it isn’t an hour at the least he thinks it’s a waste of time.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- please let the man spoil you he doesn’t mind it one bit!! gift giving is his favorite and bonus you’ll always get an additional letter attached!
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New Look
Bad era! Michael x reader
Summary: You love this new look of your boyfriend especially a specific outfit he wore (above) but you won't admit to him even though he probably knows.
You noticed his outfit the second he walked into the room. The silver shirt hugged his frame perfectly, the stage lights catching every shimmer as he adjusted the sleeves with a smug little smile. He knew he looked good and this new look was going to kill you.
You quickly looked away before he could catch you staring. "Sweetheart." You ignored him.
"Baby." Still nothing. A pair of familiar arms wrapped around your waist from behind. "Darling," Michael sang against your ear, "you've been looking at me all night."
"I have not."
"You have." You turned around only to immediately regret it. Up close, the outfit was somehow worse. Better. Much better. His grin widened when he realized.
"Oh, you like it." Fuck am I that obvious? "No, I don't." you said quite fast "Liar."
"I'm serious."
"Mhm." Michael tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Then why'd you nearly walk into a wall when you saw me?" Heat rushed to your face.
"That happened one time." "Twice."
"It was dark. "He laughed softly before pulling you closer. "You know, angel, you could just tell me I look good."
You crossed your arms. "Don't get used to it." His eyebrows rose expectantly. "...The shirt is nice."
"The shirt?" he grinned. "the huge belt"
"The huge belt huh?" You sighed dramatically just accepting that you man fine "You look good, okay?" The victorious smile on his face made you want to take it back immediately.
"There it is."
"Don't."
"My pretty little admirer finally admits it."
"Michael."
"Yes, baby?"
"Stop smiling like that."
"I can't help it."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I like hearing you compliment me." You groaned and buried your face in his shoulder while his laughter echoed through the room.
Unfortunately for you, he was absolutely going to bring this up for the next six months.
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This song reminds me of Bad era Michael so bad I had to get this out of my mind🌚🌚
i would sound like a broken record with how much i would be telling him that he looks mighty fine ✋🏼🙂↕️
HARMLESS | J.JACKSON
synopsis: jaafar knows he shouldn’t be fucking you while he has a fiancée — but when she’s such a bitch and you’re so perfect & so good to him — how can he not!
warnings: sexual themes, smut, 18+, cheating (sorry idec at this point sue me)
thank you all so much for 2k followers! i love you all sm<3
Jaafar knew he was in trouble this time.
It had been harmless for a while now — something reserved for behind closed doors. Something he kept under very strict control. Something he’d never admit out loud — even to himself alone in a dark room.
Harmless.
There was nothing harmless about the way he fucked you every chance he got whilst having a fiancée.
oh. my. god. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER TOO. THEY DUG THEIR GRAVES AND LAID ON IT FULLY WITHOUT SHAME. honestly idk why she didn’t pick up on it sooner BEKABSKDB if it was a snake it would’ve bit her. THEY WERE BEING SO OBVIOUS. THE ONLY WAY SHE’D PICK UP ON IT IS WELL… yeah exactly
me when the door swung open:
— vanilla frosting !
warnings: fluff!
pairing: jaafar jackson x fem!reader
summary: baking with jaafar doesn’t go to plan, but honestly? you couldn’t have wished for it to have gone any other way.
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ imagine getting to be with michael backstage after his grammy performance in '88—his hair all frizzy and poofy, his body physically shaking from exhaustion, and his skin glistening with beads of sweat. he was gorgeous even when his body was beat and weak, it was so unfair.
you & him would be sitting all quiet in his dressing room, michael's quick panting being the only sound in the room. you came closer to help him with taking off some of his dripping makeup, smiling up at him while doing so. he'd attempt to take a few deep breaths, only for a few small coughs to conjure up in his throat.
after a few moments, he began expressing his disappointment in the event. not a single grammy for his new album that he put his own blood, sweat and tears into—it hurt his heart. and as his girlfriend, it hurt you even more to see your gorgeous man have to endure such a terrible emotion.
so, in an attempt to cheer him up, you decided to intervene. you interrupted him mid-rant, planting kisses on his cheek as he continued speaking. he smiled and shrugged off the first few kisses, but you grew hungrier and needier. your mouth travelled from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally atop his moist lips, cutting him off from speaking completely.
he ultimately gave in, looking at himself in the standing mirror while you began to kiss his neck. his skin was still damp with sweat, but it made the action even hotter. he bit his lip watching you go to work in the mirror, his hands finding their way to your soft hips. your arms were thrown around his neck, your mouth feeling sweet as ever against his body. you roamed his neck slowly, your mouth being able to feel the small curly strands of hair slicked down to his skin.
he groaned under his breath, his loose ponytail beginning to slowly slip out of its shape, his hair sooo fucking close to being fully down. you made your way back to his lips, your tongue being given the freedom to roam around in his mouth. he returned the favor as well, your tongues intertwining and sort of making love in their own special way so to speak. he pulled away for a moment just to chuckle at himself, immediately pressing your mouths together once more.
he tried to speak during the kiss, but it turned into muffled nonsense. you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow as a small 'hm?' released from your chest.
"what i tried to say was," he giggled, tightening his grip on your hips, pecking your cheek a final time. "i love you."
you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, before starting up the smooches all over again. he clearly had forgotten about those pestering grammys.
had this tiny thought while rewatching the performance for the 100,000th time UGH he looked so gorgeous all exhausted and tired. needed this real bad ><
this was the biggest robbery EVER.
🐆💋 — the guilt that comes with being around dbf!michael is beginning to eat you alive. two days have passed since his drunken call. he apologized a million times, saying it was inappropriate of him to put you in that position. so far, he’s been trying to fix his mistake. bringing you to different places to buy out the stores, but all it does is give you butterflies and bring the ache between your thighs again. you thought that maybe you could move past it, that if you force yourself to be around your boyfriend, these small feelings will go away again, right?
that is until michael brings you to his place after taking you out to an event with him. the attention is all on him of course, he kept his hand on your back or around your hand. squeezing it gently to make sure you’re okay, whenever you showed signs of becoming overwhelmed, he spoke to you in your ears cracking jokes to make you feel better. it worked like a charm, always, he knows how to distract your mind. a part of you hated how your body would feel from his keen gaze and hands that never seemed to leave your body. and the grip he had around your waist on accident when some random journalist came up to you to get your number, you felt as if your legs could give out right then and there until he tells the man you’re already dating someone.
at his place, michael had a private chef cook all your favorite meals, the two of you sat at the dining table and ate. you’ve ignored your phone most of the time you were with him, your boyfriend texting you to see how you’re doing. you were tired of this shame following you around like a thunder cloud, michael told you to text him back, stating how it’s rude to ignore someone. you felt even more ashamed at how turned on michael’s stern tone made you feel, but you listened.
FUCK THE BOYFRIEND WHEN WILL HE TAKE THE HINT 😭😭😭😭
SIRI PLAY THREATENED BY MICHAEL JACKSON
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Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader, 1k
you give Jaafar a taste of his own medicine - taking a candid picture
It’s a habit he’s had since you’d gotten together, and it’s been such a constant you can’t remember when it all started. It made you feel too exposed at first, an uncomfortable sort of feeling spreading across your skin the first time Jaafar flipped his phone around to show you the picture he took, your smiling face filling the screen. Your eyes were squinted closed and your cheek were squished with the force of your smile, and at first you hated it so much you wanted him to delete it.
he’s so cute 🥹🥹🥹
Best dressed man ever. I need to edit these pics right now niaouww. 😫
ib : @gothicmj
we need to talk about michael’s fashion. i’m all about michael’s influence on music BUT FASHION? GIVE THAT MAN HIS FLOWERS.
Michael Bush and Dennis Tompkins YALL are the power couple of the century #gaysinfashionforthewin
burn baby, burn | michael jackson
a/n: y’all wanted a mess involving diana ross so here y’all go (combination of a few different requests) — the moan request is next 🚬
michael jackson x girlfriend! reader
after finding a shrine room in michael’s house dedicated to diana ross, your next stop was 7/11 to buy a few gallons of gasoline and a new lighter
t/w: reader has a taste for arson, fuck diana ross, michael should get slapped, angst? fluff but not really, reader is pissed off, reader can fight (but i suck at writing it), toxic but can we really blame you? michael groveling, nsfw if you squint
ATE 😝‼️‼️‼️ YOU DELIVERED WITH THIS. I LOVE THAT THE SHOP DIDNT EVEN ASKBRKAHKS AND THE SECURITY KICKING US OUT LMAO OK WHEN YOU STAND UP AGAINST A PREDATOR SUDDENLY ITS WRONG?
this is so toxic but we can turn a blind eye because that woman was a real snake who preyed on a vulnerable individual mhmm
jealousy, jealousy. ( michael jackson )
❛ michael jackson!bad era 𝑥 𝒇!model reader ❜ ╱ 18+ mdni! not proofread...
𝒸ontent ⓘ continuation of this concept! after finding out about a campaign you did with michael’s rival through the front page of vogue, he can’t help but be a bit jealous.
“this is a big opportunity, this could make or break your career.” your manager spoke through the receiver of the phone. you stopped for a moment to consider, biting your lip in thought.
“fine.” your manager had gotten you a big high fashion campaign deal with another artist, and one that happened to have been michael’s rival. prince. you really had no choice, the team behind the deal wanted you, specifically.
the campaign wrapped about a week ago and you hadn’t thought much of it since. sure, the photos were beautiful. versace had flown the two of you out to milan, dressed you in ridiculous amounts of black silk and gold jewelry, and had you posed next to prince for three days straight. that was it, that was the job and nothing more. you had already moved on and to booking your next job, but michael apparently had not.
you noticed it immediately as soon as you got to his hotel suite in new york, where you had been doing some press for the campaign and he was working on some projects.
he was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other with an open magazine on his lap. you felt your stomach drop as soon as you recognized the cover “VOGUE” and specifically that issue, the one that featured your campaign. before you could even greet the man, he spoke first.
“so.. how’s prince?” he asked dryly, flipping a page of the magazine as if he couldn’t care less. unfortunately for him, the jealousy practically radiating from him said otherwise. you slowly approached him, setting down your bags.
“michael.” you sat down beside him, his eyes still glued to the page, which was a photograph of you and prince, sitting on a black velvet couch with his arms wrapped around you. “you’ve been staring at this magazine all week, huh?” you teased.
his eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the dark jealousy that clouded his expression. “i have not.” he tried to act unbothered, when really he couldn’t stand seeing this man’s hands on you.
“you know, it’s just posing right?” your eyes couldn’t leave his expression, the tension in his body as he gawked at the photographs and mumbled an ‘mhm’ in response.
“michael, you got an attitude.” you retorted, in which he looked at you offended.
“i do not.” “yes you do.” “i don’t.” “you do.”
you two went back and forth, until you confronted him.
“then why haven’t you been able to put this thing down and actually look at me?” your tone laced with annoyance now. you two really never fought but michael was stubborn and could never fully express how he was feeling, so you had to argue it out of him. the silence that followed your question was devastating because he had no answer, none at all.
“that’s what i thought.” you backed up and slumped back in the couch. you loved the man but holy was he a handful when he’s jealous.
“i just think it’s funny..” his jaw tightened.
“funny?” you asked.
“yeah,” your eyes rolled as you already knew where this was going, “funny how y’all look real comfortable.” he muttered.
you sighed and buried your face in your hands, “oh my goood.” you couldn’t help but laugh at this man’s words.
“what?” he looked at you confused now.
“you’re soo jealous.” you laughed in his face, which started to heat up with redness.
“i’m not jealous.” “you are.” “i’m not.” you two went back and forth again.
“you bought the magazine.” you confronted him.
“i buy magazines, so what?”
“you bought vogue.” he was silent for a moment because you knew him all too well.
“… that ain’t the point.”
you couldn’t contain your laughter, nearly falling off the couch while michael watched you with complete seriousness, which made you laugh almost even harder. you loved pushing your man’s buttons because he tolerated you so well.
michael huffed and tossed the magazine onto the coffee table, “you know what your problem is?” you looked at him in disbelief, but decided to hear him out.
“my problem?”
“yeah.”
you crossed your arms, “what’s my problem, michael?”
he gestured towards the ‘zine. “you don’t see what everybody else sees,” his confidence now deteriorated as a little flash of honesty escaped before he could stop it. his eyes dropped to floor. “you looked so pretty..”
your expression softened immediately while he shrugged, acting like he didn’t sulk over the column all week. “everybody keeps talkin’ about those pictures,” he continued, “about you and him.” the jealousy act was starting to make sense now.
because deep down michael knows you would never do anything, but he spent that time while you were gone listening to reporters and media hosts pairing you with someone else.
you sighed as you reached over to grab his hand, “michael,” he finally looked up at you and really looked at you this time. “there isnt a single person in the world i’d rather come home to than you.” the stubborn pout he had on his face finally starting to crack slowly.
“you sure?” he asked, which made you laugh again.
“yes, i’m very sure.” your fingers interlocked with his now.
“positive?” he continued.
“michael.”
“just askin’.” he babbled.
“must i prove it?” you asked, an intriguing look now covered his face.
“hm.. maybe.” he watched as you slowly slipped onto his lap, nowhere to keep his eyes but on you now.
you bit your lip, just a little, as his hands found their usual favorite place. your waist. slowly but surely, you placed a soft and airy kiss on his lips before they continued to move in sync. there was something about the way michael kissed you, all the pent up jealousy and ache from not being able to see you pouring into your mouth as his hands ran up and down your waist. shortly after, his sneaky hands moved down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass, giving it a squeeze. you moaned a little into his mouth with a smile as it caught you off guard, a satisfied smile earned from him as well.
your lips moved their way from his cheek to his jaw, hearing the tiny huff of air leave his mouth as he tried hard not to make noise while your lips kissed along his jawline to behind his ear, “look at my pretty baby..” you whispered tiny praises in his ear before giving his lobe a little tug with your teeth. you drove him absolutely crazy, his hips bucked a bit as he was growing impatient. he needed you, bad.
you sucked the soft skin on his neck for a moment, his tiny whines coming through every now and then as he massaged your ass as you continued moving down. he watched as he licked his lips, already knowing what was coming.
you were now kneeled in between his knees, fumbling with the belt on his jeans as he watched in amusement, man spreading a little further to give you room. you unbuttoned his pants and pulled his layers off, your big eyes never leaving his. he loved watching you like this, holding eye contact with you while doing such acts.
he helped you by pushing some of your hair away from your face and holding it back for you with one hand as you took his erection in your hand, already dripping with precum, “my baby’s eager, hm?” you kept your eyes on him while your hand pumped up and down his shaft, your thumb running over the tip and teasing him. he nodded in agreement as his chest lifted up and down from the overwhelming pleasure of just your tiny hands.
“please, baby..” he whined under his breath, his free hand, gently gripping the cushions. a smirk crept up on your face as you licked up his shaft, barely licking the tip to tease him. you loved watching him struggle from the immense pleasure of your touch, because when you’re away from him he doesn’t even bother touching himself at all. he feels its not worth it if it’s not you who is making him feel so good.
you decided that was enough teasing, he already had to endure the torture of seeing you with his rival in close proximity and now that you’re here, you’re teasing him endlessly, he didn’t find that fair. your hands kept their pace at the bottom of his shaft as you sucked on the tip and continued down, his sweet moans filling the room. you’d gag every now and then which would snap michael out of his trance because your comfortability was always first. he caressed your glowing face with his free hand, his eyebrows knit in as he watched your head bob up and down his length, causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. by this point, your hands were rested on his knees while your mouth was doing majority of the work now. tongue swirling around his shaft as you puckered your lips and sucked his tip.
his head was thrown back now as he tried so hard to resist the urge to just hold your head and fuck your throat. his breaths were short and quick, moans turning into loud whimpers, this was how you knew your man was close to his release.
“yes angel- just like- ah! just like that.” he affirmed in a moan as your pace quickened, your tear filled eyes watching his face which turned you on so bad. watching him experience such pleasure could make you finish right there with him. his gaze returned back to yours as he couldn’t take much more, he bucked his hips into your jaw, thrusting into your throat as you moaned against his length. that was his breaking point.
with one last thrust, he groaned as his release shot to the back of your throat, swallowing it immediately. you bobbed your head a few more times to get every last bit before pulling off of his dick. his chest continued heaving as you licked your lips, making your way back up to kiss him again. he stood up from the couch while holding your hands to help you up with him before breaking the kiss momentarily to remove the rest of his clothing, helping you remove yours—leaving you in just your bra and panties, which he preferred anyways.
“you’re so perfect.” he spoke lowly as the lingerie decorated your perfect body. he had pictures of you like this hidden away in his wallet, just for his eyes only. a soft blush covered your cheeks, he always knew how to leave you smitten.
connecting your lips again, he held the small of your back and led you to the king sized bed, laying down as you hovered over him. your palms rested on his chest before roaming it. he loved the way your touch felt against his skin, it was something he craved daily whenever you were away. without wasting time, he unclasped your bra with one hand and tossed it to the floor, which caused you to giggle at how eager he was. he sighed as he took one of your breasts to his mouth while his hand massaged the other one, pinching at your nipple. you hissed in pleasure as you watched him, grinding your clothed core against his bare cock. his voice hummed in pleasure, slightly jerking as he was still sensitive from before. his hands and mouth switched places while yours gripped his shoulders, working yourself up as your hips continued.
“look at you,” he said in between kisses and sucks, “so needy for me, just me,” he continued, “not that guy.” you knew exactly who he was referring to. a part of you secretly liked when michael got jealous, despite how stubborn he gets, it makes him ten times hotter knowing that he wants to prove so desperately that you’re his only.
he removed his mouth and took a moment to take in the beauty that was in front of him, caressing your bare body before hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down. you helped him get them off, kicking them to the side before placing yourself back on his lap. he positioned himself at your entrance with some help from you, whining the moment the head barely got pushed in.
“i love you, i love you..” you cried out in bliss as your lowered yourself down onto him, his hands on each side of your hips to help you.
“i love you too baby,” he choked out, “sosososo much.” he moaned quietly.
your pace was slow at first, adjusting to his size since it’s been months since you two made love. both of your sinful noises filling each others ears as your softness suffocated him each time you lowered back down fully. the way he looked under you was something so satisfyingly beautiful as you gave into him. the way a few wavy strands of hair framed his face so perfectly. no matter what the tabloids said, or what the reporters or press said, michael was the only man for you.
your kept your pace up, hands rested on his chest while your nails gently dug into his skin—until he held you up, haltering your movement to buck his hips up into you, fucking into your cunt that dripped with arousal. he could tell you missed him by the pretty cries that left your mouth.
“fuck- don’t stop-“ you sobbed out as your head fell back, one of your hands moving to your breast to fondle with. the sight alone made michael want to fill you up right there. but instead, in a swift motion, he moved you onto your back and continued to relentlessly pound into you. he felt your erect nipples against his bare chest as he kept his eyes on you.
“who can fuck you like this, baby?” he managed while he slowed his thrusts momentarily to keep you needy.
“no one-“ you replied in a whine.
“ and who do you belong to, angel?” he continued while watching your expressions of pleasure.
“you- ah-“ your eyes teary from the knot building in your lower abdomen. michael could feel you squeezing around him as he would pull out terribly slow and thrust back in roughly.
“nah, what’s my name baby?” he licked his lips as he forced you to speak to earn your release. he wanted to hear you screaming his name and his only.
“mikey-“ you whined.
“uht-uh- what’s my name?” he pulled completely out.
“michael!” you cried out once again, a satisfied smirk plastered on michael’s mischievous face.
“good girl.” he praised before penetrating your needy hole once again, weaving your lips together in a passionate kiss. his cock stretched you as he continued his fast paced thrusts once again, giving his girl what she wants.
“cum in me- please.” you cut away from the kiss and begged in his ear as he held your legs from your outer thighs, pulling you in closer.
“whatever my baby wants.” he hummed. after a few more thrusts, he slammed into you one last time as the both of you reached your climax, filling you up the way you craved. the sensation causing you to buzz with your shaky legs wrapped around him.
you held him close as he throbbed inside of you while you two caught your breath. you couldn’t help but admire the way his dewey skin glowed from the orange sunset peaking through the windows. his eyes wandered your face as he placed on last kiss on your lips before whispering an ‘i love you’ and slowly pulling out of your warmth. you hummed against his lips, watching as he slowly stood up to find his jeans.
he flicked his eyes to his watch as he pulled them up and buttoned them, “we got a dinner reservation at 8PM, my love. i’ll go run a warm shower for you.” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving to the bathroom.
you laid there for a moment until deciding to get up from the bed to follow him, “we could always share a shower and save some water?” he smiled at you with a small nip of his bottom lip at the idea before nodding in agreement.
“just don’t hog all the hot water.” he argued.
you snickered and lightly hit his back, “shut up.” climbing in as he followed after you.
you both got ready and got driven to the restaurant, michael never letting go of your hand the whole way there til you two got to your seats. the night was filled with good food, the most delicious red wine which he knew was your favorite, and shared stories. the whole jealousy fit completely dispersed from the air now.
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