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[elasticspiritdruid]

boyfriend michael !!! (thriller era)

+18?

-this man is TOTALLY into baddies.

he loves it when you take charge and tease him a little. especially when you playfully make fun of him.

"too skinny boy, you can't handle me."

he tilts his head, trying to hide that grin.

"you might end up eating those words, girl".

-you're wearing a tight dress? oh my god.

and it's sparkly? or animal print? even better.

he raises an eyebrow and lowers his aviator sunglasses just enough to get a better look at you. then shakes head "lord, have mercy."

-are you sitting across from him? great.

his long fingers absentmindedly play with your hair while you talk. he loves the way it feels in his hands.

sometimes, he even brings a few strands to his nose and smells them. maybe he'd get embarrassed if someone saw him!!

-he's always right behind you so he can keep his big hands on your waist or your hips and to get the perfect view of your huge ass :)

-every time he holds his notebook full of song ideas or unfinished scripts, the same thing happens.

he starts by writing the first letter of your name next to his, drawing a heart around them. then he starts writing your name followed by his last name jackson all over the page.

afterward, he looks at what he just did and smiles.

-he tries to hold himself back.

he really tries! okay??

but it's impossible for him to control his sudden bursts of affection. seeing your beautiful brown eyes looking up at him is enough to drive him crazy.

he picks you up and starts covering your face with kisses. while laughing and hugging you against his chest, he repeats over and over "i love you.""i love youuuu."

-if michael is sitting on a huge couch and you try to sit next to him... he'll get deeply offended.

he starts placing his bag, his coat, or anything else on the empty seat.

"see, beautiful? everything's taken."

then he looks at you and pats his lap.

-for sleeping well, it's totally necessary that one of his hands rests on your tits. you can probably feel his erection poking right into your ass too.

-he starts massaging your feet and then brings one up to his mouth, kissing it while your fresh red manicure shines. then you decide to slide them down, pressing them with some pressure against his crotch.

he looks up at you with a half smile.

yeah, this definitely isn’t gonna be a chill afternoon.

[elasticspiritdruid]

insecure! +18

michael jackson x fem reader

1978

You went back to Mike’s room with your strawberry ice cream barely melting around the edges of the cup.

You found him in front of the mirror, still dressed exactly like he’d been all day.

Black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, gold chain resting against his chest, and his afro a little messy.

You sat on his bed and watched him quietly for a few seconds. He kept staring at himself, looking for flaws that clearly weren’t there.

It had become a habit.

You got up slowly.

“What’s wrong?”

Mike took a moment to answer.

“Nothing.”

You walked over and stopped right behind him.

“I don’t believe you.”

He lowered his gaze just a little.

In the mirror, the two of you appeared. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek between his shoulder blades. You felt him let out a slow breath.

“Hey…” you murmured. “Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“You know the one, boy”

He didn’t answer right away.

Your fingers slowly stroked the fabric of his shirt.

You kissed his back softly, over the black shirt. Then his shoulder.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered.

You felt him go completely still.

Your hands slid up his torso. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin material.

“And so handsome.”

Your hand found the gold chain and played with it lightly between your fingers.

In the mirror you saw him swallow.

“I want you to watch,” you whispered against his ear, eyes locked on his in the reflection. “I want you to see what I see.”

Your fingers moved down to the first button of his black shirt and undid it slowly, taking your time.

One. Two. Three.

The fabric parted little by little, revealing his chest and the light trail of hair running down his stomach.

You slipped your hands inside the open shirt, caressing his torso with open palms. You felt his muscles tense under your touch, his breathing getting heavier. You kissed his neck, sucking gently while your nails brushed over his nipples. He let out a low groan.

Your hands moved lower, to his belt. You unbuckled it smoothly, the metallic clink sounding between you. You unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper, deliberately brushing against the hardness already straining underneath.

Mike closed his eyes for a second.

“Eyes open, Mike,” you whispered, gently squeezing his bulge through his underwear. “Look at yourself.”

He obeyed, breathing hard. His eyes met your hazel ones in the mirror.

“God…” he groaned, voice rough.