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໒꒱ 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪

[esotericfishmj]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hello, 𝒶ngel 𝒻ace!

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ eden 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .

blk ୨ৎ 21 ୨ৎ mj’s muse ୨ৎ ff writerᝰ.ᐟ

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 1:44 heal the world , make it a better place , for you and for me , and the entire human race.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴀᴄᴄ ꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ @glittergrlfae Ი⑅𐑼

╰┈➤ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟾+ ᴹᴰᴺᴵ

[prettyangeliczz]

pretty girls love michael the way michael loves pretty girls.

[esotericfishmj]

WARNING 😂😂😂 do not look at pictures of michael 😂😂😂 while listening to ethel cain 😂😂😂 you WILL be inconsolable 😂😂😂

[esotericfishmj]

that’s my niggaaaaaaaaaa istg (not my edit)

[esotericfishmj]

₊˚ʚ hi, mike!! ⊹₊⟡⋆ 👋🏾 👋🏾 👋🏾

[esotericfishmj]

not mj related whatsoever but GOOD GOD this quick weave needs to be OFF OF MY HEAD IMMEDIATELYYYYY i will never do this hairstyle again im losing my everlasting mind </3

[visualsbyaina]

THE MAKING OF THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US (1996)

[esotericfishmj]

michael would be so SICK OF ME because i’d genuinely never leave him alone

[carouselgirl77]

& when i yap about michael jackson irl its not cause im parasocial yall just don’t understand him on a spiritual level.

[3leni]

this is information i never should’ve been shown…

[humannatures]

huge news for the finger sucking community!!!

[esotericfishmj]

holy shit 🤤

[prettyangeliczz]

𓂃𓈒𓐍 PERFORMANCE BEFORE THE SHOW

INDEX.

ㅤꨄ︎⸝⸝ michael needs a small confidence boost before his 1995 mtv performance to do well; luckily, he can practice on his sweet wife.

𝒸ontent 𝓌arning: 18+ mdni. cursing. unprotected sex. backshot. creampie. clit play. slight cunnilingus. kissing. hickies. groping. exhibitionism. no use of y/n. kissing. pet names: baby, mama, pretty girl. 𝓌𝒸: 2k.

Ⴘou should’ve known Michael was up to something the minute you walked into his dressing room, seeing him sitting alone at the vanity, humming one of his songs and playing with the cuffs of his suit.

His eyes found yours in the mirror, and a quick smirk appeared. You also should’ve known by the way he whistled at you and immediately asked you to stand beside him, his voice as gentle as a harp.

Michael’s right hand found your waist as you stood beside him, your left hand coming around his shoulder as your fingers rubbed up and down his neck. You watch the way he bites his lip as he looks at the detailing of your fit. “Look at you, you’re so sexy.” He whispers against your ear, and you shiver and giggle as you lean your head against his, knocking his hat to the side a little.

“I missed you.” Michael mumbles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer.

You giggle again as you’re so close to sitting on his lap now, “I’ve been around you all day.” You reply, and he shrugs, “I can’t miss my wife? My beautiful-” he cuts himself off by leaning down to the side of your neck and giving you a peck. “Beautiful wife?” He mumbles and covers the back of your neck with kisses, the softness of his mouth making your heart jump.

You lean your back on his chest, his hands resting on your stomach as yours stay on top. “You can miss me whenever you like.” You whisper, you turn your head up to stare at his jaw, and your fingers come up to it.

Rubbing it slowly, Michael looks down at you, his heart beating faster as he gulps. “Is it okay if I show you how much I’ve been missing you, now?” He rasps out and leans closer, his lips brushing over yours, and the two of you smile.

“Yes.” You graze your lips against his. Michael squeezes your waist as he finally kisses you. His tongue pushes in your mouth, moving around the tip of your tongue as he sucks on it.

You whimper and sigh as he bites your bottom lip before helping you lean forward on the counter. Michael leans against you and slides everything to the mirror and the wall. He stands and pushes his chair back, his eyes glance at your ass, and he licks his bottom lip at the way your dress accentuates your curves. Michael’s veiny right hand comes over to the zipper of your dress and pulls it down slowly, “So beautiful, look at yourself.” He almost moans out and applies pressure against your ass from his crotch.

“Michael.” You sigh and lean your head down, your panties soaked from earlier when you watched him get ready and practice. Everything else is not helping you at all.

“Come on, baby, look at yourself when I take care of you.” He chuckles, you whine and look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

Your dress falls on the ground, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side while Michael brings his hands to his pants and shuffles them down with his boxers. Your heart beats faster as you now stare at yourself in the mirror, your boobs on top of the counter, as your right hand grips the edge of the counter to prepare yourself.

Michael wraps his hand around his dick, the soft grunts he makes while his thick, smooth hand pumps his dick over your lace panties.

You bite your bottom lip and move your body from side to side, teasing him as pre-cum spills out from his tip, coating his fingers a little. “Look at what you do to me.” He moans, Michael then looks back at you with a nervous expression and gulps. “I uh, forgot to bring condoms, do you have any in your purse?” The confidence in his voice falters, and you shake your head no.

“I forgot too.” You whisper, you glance over your left shoulder to look at him better. “We can do this without one, if you’re up to it?” Your voice carries a gentleness that only turns him more.

Michael nods slowly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, baby.” You smile and look back at the mirror, his hands move to your panties and roll them down.

The slickness from your pussy covers it. He watches it drop at your ankles, resting on your heels. “Goddamn mama.” He rasps.

Bringing his middle and index finger to slide up your folds, you shiver while your breath hitches. Michael pushes his right knee against your thighs to keep you open, and his thumb teases your soaked pussy. “Prettiest thing and it’s all mine to love.” Michael salivates at the sight, his dick brushes against the back of your thigh, making you press into the counter.

“Shit, Michael, don’t tease me, we barely have time.”  You whine, he smirks while his middle finger slips in your pussy, riding it up and down carefully, seeing and feeling your twitches. “That’s my problem to worry about; yours is nothing.”

Leaning on you, Michael’s lips brush over your right ear. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, mama.” He reminds you and rests his left hand on your left shoulder. 

Michael’s right hand moves to his dick and aligns it against your hole. The two of you moan, and Michael rests his forehead on your back as he inserts his dick inside. Your gummy walls pulsate hard around him, sucking him as he slowly pushes his length all the way in. 

The two of you take a deep breath, and Michael looks up, staring at you in the mirror. “That’s it, pretty girl, how does it feel?” He whispers, his lips drag wet kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

You moan and clear your throat, “Feels good.” You moan, and Michael nods as his mouth opens a little. His teeth dig into your skin lightly and carefully while his tongue licks up, sucking on you. Michael then rests his right hand on your stomach as he gives you deep, heavy strokes. 

Michael’s thick dick stretches you out with each thrust, deep breaths leaving from both of you, while his chest presses into your back. 

With his skilled hips, he rolls into you, and the wetness of your pussy becomes sticky with his pre-cum, loud sounds of skin meeting fill the room. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You gasp and grip the counter. Michael bites on your shoulder before kissing you, and your pussy tightens around him while you squirm. Each thrust becomes harder and deeper than the last. 

Michael keeps a rhythm with you, and the minute you get quiet, he ruins it to hear your moans again. 

Sliding his right hand down your stomach, you gasp as Michael’s middle finger slips onto your clit, “You can take me, come on. I believe in you, mama.” He mumbles and shifts slightly, each thrust hitting your g-spot. His middle finger rubs over your clit gently. Michael smirks as he feels you push yourself against him, forcing his dick to go in deeper. 

Both of you moan, and your chest rises up and down fast while your nipples brush against the table. “Oh Mikey— oh fuck, you’re in so deep, baby.” 

You and Michael lock eyes in the mirror, forcing him to quicken his pace. His hips push forward, harder, keeping his dick buried in between your wet folds. The pressure makes you tremble while his tip coats your walls. 

Michael moves his hands to your waist, gripping it hard as it helps him keep you both steady. The counter shakes, and miscellaneous things begin to fall, but you both are so distracted by each other to care.

Michael groans deeply, “Come on, baby, make me proud.” He begs and begins to whimper, hitting you with stronger thrusts, getting you close to the edge with it. You nod and lean your head down, pressing your mouth on your forearm. Michael brings his hand up under your chin and makes you raise your head up. “Uh-uh, don’t repress yourself, let me hear you loud and clear.” Your pussy grips him from that sentence alone. Michael laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Moan with me, makes me know you like being filthy too.” He teases, and you whine, your eyes look at your neck, seeing the many bruises his lips and teeth gave you, mentally noting you’re going to have to cover them up soon. 

Michael stays inside you, the burning in his stomach coming in strong as he feels so close. He doesn’t let up from you, not even for a second. Your movements, however, grow lazy, allowing Michael to fully take control. “I got you, s’okay baby.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek, you

nod and moan, “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. “I know, I know, sweet thing. I feel you, shit, you feel good.” 

The feeling is relentless for you both, your body shaking as you try to keep up with Michael as he fucks you a bit rougher now. You whimper out his name, “Cum for me, mama. S’okay, I got you taken care of, you know this.” He begs, the way his voice gets so soft, even with the bass in it, make your choke out a moan. 

With a few more strokes in you, Michael finally pushes you over the edge as your cum covers his tip, drooling down his member. He groans deeply and lays his lips on your shoulder-blade while he slows down. It hurts so good for both of you. Your pussy feels hot now, and Michael gives you a couple more thrusts before giving you a heavy release. 

Michael’s cum shoots inside you, and his body jerks repeatedly before he goes limp. Slowly pulling out of you, his eyes darken at the way his cum and yours drip down your thighs, your pussy swollen and trembling. Michael’s right hand rubs his dick a little, hand getting sticky as he squats down. 

Resting both big hands on your ass cheeks, he opens them up and licks at your pussy, the vibration of his moans making you lean into his face.

“Mmmh.” You moan and giggle, Michael smirks and rubs his mouth side to side against your sensitive pussy, the taste and smell of you covering him. You squirm on his face, his nose and mouth feeling like a remedy. Michael moves away from you, his mouth covered with cum and drool. You look down at him, seeing the dazed look on his face. 

You and Michael breathe heavy as the two of you smile at each other. “You okay over there, Mr. Jackson?” You smile, Michael smirks, and licks his lips. “Got my meal and dessert, of course I am.” He happily states and stands up. Your eyes immediately look at his dick, soft now. 

You scoff and laugh, “I can’t believe we did that shit.” You look at him in the mirror as he grabs some tissues and shrugs, smirking away. “We’ve done it in riskier places.” He reminds you, and you hum.

Michael wipes himself first as you pull out more tissues for him to use on you. “You ready for your performance now?” You ask, and the two of you pause and smile at each other before laughing. “As long as I got your attention.” He mumbles and bites his bottom lip. You lick yours and nod, “You got it, keeping it is the real challenge.” You whisper.

Michael hums and tosses the used tissues in the trash by the counter. He leans in closer, letting his dick brush over your ass, lips ghosting against your ear. “I think I got that under control.” He mutters, and you look down, nodding. Michael kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you look up, and the two of you stare at yourselves in the mirror.

[cermoore]

When you enter a baby deer eyed competition and this mf shows up

[bambispyt]

his voice is so deep in this video, I cant he’s so hot ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[esotericfishmj]

giveeee me that dihhhhh

[mooncriminal]

⤷ ゛ his cheeks!! ˎˊ˗

[invinor]

he looked so beautiful here like the hair n the side profile. just everything abt it is *chefs kiss*

[mikajensen58]

⚠︎ watch yourself

“ in which y/n has an attitude and history!michael addresses it. ”

ᝰ word count: 3.8K

.ᐟ warnings & disclaimers: smut, michael is a divo in this, y/n is a diva and a supermodel, he doesn’t like your outfit, you dgaf, he uninvites you to an event, he comes back and fixes your attitude, soft dom!michael, he masturbates you on his lap, edging, teasing, all reader receiving, he’s so gentle and loving, you both make up, aftercare

✐ a/n: angst coming up yall

─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─

michael stood before the full-length mirror in your shared master bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of his striking black military-style jacket, emblazoned with shining gold hardware and finished with a red arm band. his hair was styled in that sharp, short cut with a few slick wavy curls framing his face. he was stunning.

"baby," he said, turning around to look at you, his large dark eyes scanning your outfit with precision.

"you need to change that outfit. the light color just doesn’t don't coordinate with what i'm wearing." he said in between chews, popping the bubble gum in his mouth.

you snapped your head up from the vanity as you removed a sponge roller from a small bundle of your curls. your glamorous cover shot for baazar hung framed above the vanity; a decision done by michael. he discovered you in the magazine while he was out in new york city and knew he had to get your number.

"there's absolutely nothing wrong with my outfit, michael."

"i'm telling you, the colors clash," he insisted, his voice clipped as his innate perfectionism began taking over.

"it looks tacky standing next to my jacket. we're going to a major event, and everything needs to look right."

that and the incessant smacking were the final straws.

“tacky? you've been gone all day, you come home hours later than you promised, and the first thing you do is stand there chewin’ like a cow and criticize me?" you scoffed rolling your eyes at him. you were already in a sour mood today.

michael’s jaw tightened. he immediately pointed an ivory warning finger directly at you.

"calm down now, please," he said, his voice rising. "you have a nasty attitude today, and i don't care for it at all."

"i wouldn't have an attitude if you actually—"

before you could even finish your sentence, michael took a step closer to you with a piercing glare.

"see? every time i speak, you always try to speak over me. you never just listen."

the condescending tone he would use… god, it pissed you off because he made you feel dumb.

defensively, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest, rolling your eyes and rose from the mahogany vanity stool.

"whatever. just leave me alone, michael."

michael let out a sharp, disbelief-filled scoff, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. he laughed to himself and then he stepped back, murmuring in a lower, darker tone,

"you oughta be straightened up."

you let that little comment roll off your back. he retracted then, turning back to the mirror with a heavy sigh, smacking away. you loved him, but his stubborn, persistent nature meant that even your private relationship was never shielded from his demands for perfection.

the silence in the room apart from the chewing ended the moment you uncrossed your arms and took a deliberate step forward. purposefully, you marched straight toward the door, your shoulder roughly brushing past his as you attempted to leave the room.

michael found that disrespectful.

before you could even reach the threshold, his fingers shot out with lightning speed. his grip wrapped around your upper arm with just enough pressure. his palm was heavy, hot, and strong as he slowed your momentum to a sudden halt and spun you back around to face him.

"don't you walk away from me when i'm talking to you," he scolded, his breath smelling like cinnamon. his short, slick curls bounced slightly with the sudden movement.

"you are acting so childishly over something so small. i have a massive crowd of people out there waiting for me, the press is going to analyze everything, and i asked you to do one simple thing for me, baby. you know how important this is to me, y/n. you know how i am about my work."

the mention of his public image only fueled the fire of your day-long frustration. as if you aren’t a supermodel. as if you don’t know what it’s like to care about your public image. you reached down, your fingers digging into his wrist as you pried his heavy hand off your arm, breaking his grip.

"boy, please. i'm not changing.” you said flatly as you looked him dead in the eye, completely ignoring everything he just said.

that was a mistake. ignoring him—treating his words like they meant absolutely nothing—pissed him off further than you had ever seen before.

michael’s mouth parted with his jaw clenching so hard the muscles ticked beneath his sharp jawline. for a long, agonizing three seconds, he just stared at you, his chest heaving silently.

"fine," he mumbled taking a step back.

"you want to be stubborn? you want to have no respect for what i do? then you can stay right here."

you blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "what?"

"you're not coming," michael replied flatly shaking his head. his dismissive tone was louder than any scream. he stepped past you, his leather ankle boots clicking sharply against the floorboards as he walked over to the nightstand to grab his dark circular sunglasses and his watch.

"i'm going to the event alone. if you can't behave like an adult and support me properly, then i'd rather you just stay in this room until you're ready to fix your attitude."

"michael, you can't be serious right now," you stammered scurrying behind him.

he didn't even look back at you as he slipped his sunglasses over his eyes. he adjusted his red armband with a sharp tug. when michael made up his mind, it was like trying to move a brick wall.

"i am completely serious, y/n," he announced, his voice entirely devoid of emotion as he walked toward the door. he paused with his back to you and his shoulders relaxed.

"i'll be back late. we'll finish this conversation when you're ready to listen."

without another word, he stepped out into the hallway, the door shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet emptiness of the bedroom.

—

three hours later, around nine o’clock, the front doors of the ranch swung open. michael stepped into the grand foyer excitedly. the event went far better than he anticipated; the reception from the crowd was rapturous, and for a few hours, the high of the stage washed away the bitter taste of the afternoon.

but right after he left you, the atmosphere in the house was different. you were absolutely furious, pacing the length of the master suite and launching into a heated rant to yourself in the empty room. you genuinely couldn't believe he had the nerve to actually leave you behind! you were his fiancée— a household name in the fashion industry at this point—not some backup dancer he could dismiss when his big head got the best of him.

needing to calm your nerves, you had run a scalding hot bath, soaking until the anger simmered. to make your point crystal clear, you decided you weren't going to spend the night in his bed. you grabbed a few things and relocated to the second guest bedroom down the hall, determined not to see his face for the rest of the night.

the moment michael stepped past his security and greeted the evening staff with his usual quiet politeness, he let out a weary sigh, running a hand over his styled black hair as he walked toward the master wing.

when he opened the bedroom door, his smile vanished. you weren't there in your usual spot. in fact, the massive bed was completely made up, undisturbed and cold.

his husband-to-be instincts kicked in. michael began searching the house, his boots clicking with urgency down the quiet hallways. he checked the first guest room—empty. when he pushed open the door to the second guest bedroom, the space was entirely pitch-black, but he could just make out the silhouette of your body lying stubbornly on your side beneath the comforter.

he knew for a fact you weren't asleep at nine o’clock. without a hint of hesitation, his long fingers flicked the wall switch, flooding the room with a harsh, bright light.

you immediately groaned, throwing your arm over your eyes to block out the sudden glare.

"michael, please turn that off and leave," you said, your voice tight, polite. he was already getting right back on your last nerve.

michael completely ignored your request. he closed the door behind him and walked straight over to the edge of the mattress. he reached down and gently but firmly pushed your covered legs back to make space, sitting down right next to your hip. as he settled onto the cushions, his eyes caught sight of a few crumpled tissues resting on the nightstand—evidence of the frustrated tears you cried after the door had slammed earlier.

his stern expression softened just a fraction. he looked down at your back.

"what was wrong with you today, baby? why did you have to act that way before a major event?"

you rolled over onto your back, glaring up at him through narrowed eyes, your arms crossed tightly.

"i'm tired of you being gone all the time, michael. you’re never here, and when you finally do come home, i don't need you standin’ over me telling me what to do or what to wear."

your tone was still sharp and your neck continued to roll when you spoke to him. he did not enjoy the way you spoke or acted when you were upset. michael’s jaw tightened, and he had to actively stop himself from rolling his eyes under his short curls.

"i am working, y/n. it is my job, and i asked for your support—"

before you could cut him off, his patience already left. in one sudden motion, he gripped the edge of the comforter and snatched it completely off your body.

the chilly air of the guest room hit your bare thighs instantly. because of your hot bath, you had changed into a flimsy, butter-yellow breathable nightgown that complemented the rich tone of your skin beautifully. the thin straps barely held the material against your chest.

michael’s eyes darkened as his intrigued gaze scanned the exposed view of your body. with a hesitant, trembling hand, his fingers reached out and slowly lifted the hem of your nightgown up past your hips.

no panties. you were ovulating too.

he let out a heavy, visible gulp, biting his lower lip as his mind went blank.

but he wasn't going to let his arousal strip away the point he was trying to make. he slowly let the fabric drop, his eyes rising to lock onto yours, but he dropped it right above your mound, leaving your bottom half bare before his eyes. a small, almost condescending smirk curled the corner of his lips as he leaned down just an inch closer to your face.

"your attitude needs to be addressed, baby," he murmured.

"are you actin’ up and being so nasty to me just because i haven't touched you in a few days? is that what this is about?"

you scoffed, your face burning at the audacity of his words. you reached down to yank the hem of your gown back over your thighs, but michael’s large hand was quicker, holding your smaller hands in his. the butter-yellow silk bunched around your waist, completely exposing your bare skin to him.

he didn't lean away. instead, his long legs shifted on the edge of the mattress, kneeling over your frame to completely trap you beneath his massive shadow. his eyes were pitch-black now and dilated as he looked down at your flushed, furious face with smug confidence that made your entire body feel like water.

"you're so quiet now," he whispered, his raspy voice brushing hot against your lips as he slowly sank his hips down, letting you all of him pressing directly against your bare, wet pussy. you gasped and almost shot up from the sudden sensation.

“i think i'm right. i think you just missed your fiancé."

—

that’s how you ended up on the couch that sat across from the bed in the guest bedroom with your head lying on the armrest and your legs spread eagle. your nightgown and patterned silk headscarf were discarded on the floor. michael had an arm around your ribs that gave him room to play with your sensitive, erect nipples, and his other arm was supported underneath your warm thigh. at first, he was rubbing your clit so slowly and tenderly. he asked you if you like it and if it feels good with his face a few inches from yours. you nodded eagerly from underneath him with your eyes boring into his larger ones, having already forgotten what you were upset about earlier.

“yeah? you like that?” he asked softly and nodded his head in confirmation and glanced down at the wetness smeared all over your folds and inner thighs that proved you truly did.

he ran his spare fingers through your hair and cupped your cheeks affectionately that made you feel like putty. in contrast to his sweet affection, you felt a hard bulge on your lower back.

but then he started teasing you by running his fingers softly around your pussy but not directly on it. his teeth were sunk in his pink bottom lip for the longest that it would surely leave an indentation. one of his short curls covered his eye. it was a sight to see for sure. he felt like after the attitude you’ve been giving him, he deserved the right to be a little mean to you. plus you were always noticeably wetter whenever he wouldn’t give in to you immediately.

your hips and pelvis kept moving and jerking in different directions from the sensitivity and ticklish sensation. you were letting out soft whimpers and whines that he absolutely adored hearing, which was a sound he mostly heard from teasing you. except, you weren’t in the mood to be teased. you needed him to keep touching you like how he was doing at first. or he could do you one even better and just pound into you. your hole automatically expanded ever so slightly to pour out some more precum.

“michael just touch me!” you whined trying to push his hand down from your slippery inner thigh to right where you wanted. he resisted, keeping his hand on your inner thigh, gripping the flesh so close to your pussy that the pressure caused your hole and folds to stretch open to the right. the feeling of your hole being opened slowly, and the heat of his hand so close to it caused you to moan softly and bring a finger to your lip to keep yourself grounded.

he began massaging the soft flesh, causing you to grind into the air. he shushed you right into your sensitive ear causing your shoulders to shoot up as he began kissing and kitten licking the shell of your hot ear. he had you moving like a worm at this point. his soft, wet tongue painted your ear in his saliva in tiny and light strokes. then his lips gradually moved to pepper your jawline and then your soft neck that smelled so good to him. he dug his nose into the soft skin and sniffed loudly, fluttering his eyes that earned a lazy smile from you.

then his big hand that was starting to irritate your soul hovered right over your beating clit, but he instead traced the skin not even an inch above it causing your muscle to twitch. you tried moving your pelvis up, so his long fingers could touch it, but he pushed your pelvis down gently.

“patience, girl.” he hissed but it fell onto unwilling ears.

you groaned wrapping your arms around his forearm. you looked pleadingly into his eyes.

“just touch me please. i’ll be nice.” you begged nodding desperately at him as you slowly snaked one of your shaky hands from around his arm and placed it on top of his veined one. you carefully lifted his hand up with a little force and stared into his eyes as you drug it down to your needy clit. his eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was ajar now.

the moment his heavy palm met the hyper-sensitive crown of your clit, you inhaled sharply. he didn't give you the slow, circular friction you were begging for; instead, he flattened his long palm against your sodden folds and reddened labia and gave a single heavy press, catching your wetness and pulsing beneath his skin. he dragged his slickened palm upward with an agonizingly slow stroke.

your entire body bucked, your spine arching off his lap as your fingers gripped desperately into the solid muscle of his working forearm. just as the friction began to kindle that familiar spark of a fast-approaching climax, michael stopped abruptly. he pulled his hand away entirely, hovering his glistening fingers just a fraction of an inch above your beating flesh, letting the cool air of the bedroom hit your dripping hole.

"michael, please!" you screamed as a hot flush of irritation painted your chest and neck. you thrashed your hips upward, trying to force your body into contact with his hand, but he let out a low, airy giggle, his doe eyes twinkling with a playful amusement. he loved the madness he was bringing out of you. he shifted his weight, his large hand coming down to grip the flesh of your outer hip, positioning your pelvis firmly back against his bulge so you couldn't chase him.

"i told you to be patient," he whispered shaking his head in pity at your unraveled self beneath him, his voice so smug and unapologetic that it made you want to bite him.

"you're so needy when you're bad, y/n. let me take my time with you." he stroked your hair with his damp hand as you frowned up at him.

he leaned down, his wavy locks brushing against your cheek as he began to pace his touch again, but it was still torturous. he would use the flat of his thumb to trace the very outer perimeter of your labia, dragging your own thick wetness in slow figure-eights around the sensitive peak without actually touching the nerve center itself. your breath was coming in short stutters, your jaw clenching so hard as he deliberately built the pressure in your lower stomach only to deny you the release the second you started to whimper. you were pissed, hot, and bothered now. your hands flew up to wrap around his wrist, trying to physically force his hand to move faster, but he just nipped playfully at your jawline.

finally, seeing the real tears of overstimulation threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes, he used that as his cue to stop toying with you.

"okay, okay, i've got you, baby... no more games," he cooed, his voice dropping into that deep, comforting tone that always made your heart melt.

his large thumb flattened fully over your throbbing clit, and he began to stroke you with a sudden perfectly calibrated speed. the direct friction was so intense after being denied your orgasm over and over again. two of his long fingers that were positioned in a downward v-shape dug and nestled in each side of your wet, gummy inner lips.

he began moving his digits in circular motions as the pads of his fingertips grazed at your throbbing hole. the web space of his fingers kept bumping your erect clit in the best way possible. you let out a high cry, both of your arms immediately locking around his moving forearm like a vice, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to steady yourself against the pleasure rippling throughout your pelvis.

you couldn't stop moving, your hips jerking in involuntary hitches as the orgasm took hold of you. michael didn't lessen the pressure for a single second; he stayed right there with you, alternating with his thumb and fingers driving you deeper into the release, his spare hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, pulling your face into his neck.

"let go, baby... just let go for me," he coaxed softly, his warm breath fanning across your temple as he stroked your hair with gentle, sweeping motions. you trembled beneath him, your inner thighs shaking against his torso. your hole began convulsing now as he continued to rub your clit through it. strings of cum shot out of you and a little squirt too. your muffled sobs buried straight into the soft skin of his shoulder until the final, lingering throbs of the climax finally began to ease. he gathered the cum that hung and dripped from your sore lips and lapped it off of his soggy fingers and sighed at how good and natural it tasted against his tastebuds.

the moment your body went lax, michael stopped stroking, but he didn't pull away; he kept his large, warm hand resting gently over your sensitive mound, offering a steady heat as your breathing gradually slowed. he reached for a damp washcloth he had prepared earlier, that now went cold, as he carefully and meticulously wiped the sticky wetness from your inner thighs and folds with the gentlest touch imaginable.

you jumped from the coolness of the towel as he mumbled apologies. once you were clean, he pulled you closer into his lap, wrapping his long arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck, swaying you back and forth while whispering how beautiful and perfect you were until you were completely hiding your face in his chest.

he pulled back for a second and looked into your eyes softly.

“baby, i’m sorry for talking to you like that. i know i can be difficult sometime, but i don’t ever want you to think that i don’t care about you or love you.” he began.

“michael it’s—” you started but he shook his head. you went silent to let him finish.

“no, I should’ve worded any requests i have for you a lot better than what i did. you’re my queen. i can’t talk to you that way. i love you so much.” he said apologetically, planting kisses on your shiny forehead. you grinned sheepishly.

“and i’m sorry for havin’ an attitude. you can’t help that you’re busy. i just hate not being able to see you when i want.” you sighed reaching your hand up to cup his jawline. he titled his head in the direction of your warmth as his heart skipped a beat knowing you miss him just as much as he misses you when he’s away.

you both proceeded to spend the rest of the night watching a disney film and eating warm cookies with a shared glass of milk together. he told you to keep your clothes off because he had other plans with you for the reminder of that night. he wanted to make this day up to you in your most favorite way possible, even if it carried on till the break of dawn.

[3leni]

see you in july [13th, 2009]… and now, on july 12th, 2026 his biopic hit $1B at the box office after only being in theaters for 2.5 months !!! another record even 17 years after he left this earth. something every other biopic didn’t manage after spending half a year in theaters.

it’s divine timing if i’ve ever seen it and it warms my heart. he truly is second to none. and it hurts bitches to admit !!! ALL QUIET ON THE FILMTWT FRONT NOW, ISN’T IT ??? kiss the glove !!!