(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ pervy!michael who purposefully drops utensils & condiment bottles under the table when janetsbsf!reader comes over for dinner. everybody would look past the scene, blaming it on his frequent clumsiness he showed outside of the dinner table.
and just as everyone brushed off his incompetence, michael obviously took full advantage of the action going unnoticed. he would smile to himself, immediately looking across the floor and up at your bare, exposed legs. oh, how badly he wanted to rip off those tiny jean shorts from your body.
he wanted to fuck you silly, actually. he had heard you previously shrieking and screaming with janet over gossip sessions, but michael couldn't help but imagine those shrieks and screams as moans and whines in his own little fantasies. he would give the world to hear you moan his name, jerking off late at night to the sound of you giggling with janet in the next room.
getting lost in his own arousal and dirty thoughts, he had almost forgotten he was deep underneath the dinner table in a room full of people.
"michael?" he heard janet's voice speak. attempting to get up quickly, he bumped his head, hissing from the sting. he did manage to get his utensil at least, but his cheeks were oh so red and flushed from embarrassment. "you alright?" janet continued, cocking an eyebrow at her brother.
"yeah i'm fine, dunk..i- uh, just lost my fork." he cleared his throat, meeting eyes with you. you smiled sweetly, which didn't exactly seem to help his forming erection down below. he smiled back sheepishly, his smile slowly fading as you looked away, his bulge beginning to ache.
"i gotta have you, girl." he whispered under his breath, taking another bite from his plate into his mouth. damn his mind.
YAY more pervy!michael 🙈 i absolutely love writing this concept so much & this will def NOT be the last time you see me write for this because girl omfg.
a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I don’t listen to bullshit and won’t argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. 🪽
SUMMARY: some rockstars sign their fans' breasts. you wonder if your boyfriend is one of those.
PAIRING: thriller!michael x reader.
TAGS: suggestive, established relationship, flirting, teasing, boobs, shy!michael, he's a gentleman... until he's not.
SHE WAS SITTING on the sofa, leafing through a magazine she had picked up out of sheer curiosity. Michael had rolled his eyes before saying she was about to read some garbage. She had completely ignored him ━ she knew when something was worth her attention and this... Oh boy, it definitely was worth every second.
Thank goodness he had not glanced at the cover, otherwise he would have realised what she was up to.
Michael was strolling alongside her, one hand idly stroking her leg, clad in a simple pair of jeans, his eyes fixed on a film he probably knew inside out.
"Tell me."
She snapped the magazine shut in one go, her eyes scrutinising her boyfriend’s profile with intense focus.
"Mm?" he hummed, too absorbed by the screen.
"I want you to be honest with me," she sat up, crossing her legs, now facing him directly, his hand falling back onto the sofa. "I promise not to get upset."
The mere fact that she was moving away from him ━ and talking about not getting angry ━ was enough for Michael to grab the remote, switch off the telly, and focus on his girlfriend. His heart was suddenly beating abnormally faster than usual and he did not like the way she was currently looking at him.
"... About what?"
A mischievous smile played on the young woman’s lips, her tongue was covering part of her teeth, which ━ based on Michael’s months of experience ━ did not bode well at all. A manicured hand grabbed the infamous garbage and waved it gently in front of his eyes.
"Have fans ever asked you to sign their chest?"
Michael blinked. Had he... Had he heard correctly?
"I'm sorry ━ what?"
"Their chest," she repeated. "You know ━ breasts," she ran a hand over her own, as if to illustrate her point.
His eyes followed her movement despite himself. The red of her nail polish contrasted perfectly with the black satin top she was wearing, the lace of her bra visible against her skin. His gaze returned to her amused face.
"Why are you..." Michael let out a breathy laugh, suddenly feeling shy. "Oh, no! No, that never happened, why are you asking me this━"
"Mm," she nodded slowly. "Interesting."
"What's interesting, what does that mean━" he stopped, looked at the magazine, suspicion dawning. "... What is this about?"
"What is what about, my love?"
"That magazine."
She let out a laugh before leaning forward slightly. Her hands glided up her body, two fingers brushing aside a strand of hair that was about to obstruct his view, before coming to rest on her cleavage. She slowly slid it down, the satin cascading over her bare skin before fully revealing the lace of her bra.
"Can I have an autograph, Mr. Jackson?" she asked sweetly, as a fan would, but those words in her own mouth sounded sinful.
He stayed staring, his mouth opening and closing every second. The room was quiet and she was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, pleading with him to do as she had asked, while he sat there with his brain completely useless.
For a simple April evening, the air was extremely warm, Michael thought suddenly.
"I━" he stopped, then tried again. "That’s not even how they call me━" she raised an eyebrow. "You're insane..." he murmured, pressing his hand over his face, palm flat against his own forehead.
"So... Is that a no?" she pouted.
Michael made a sound and dropped his hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled ━ and that reaction seemed to delight her even further.
"You are so━"
"Come on, baby━"
"Stop it!" he grabbed a pillow, putting it over her face.
"Please, baby! I even have the marker ready!" she admitted, removing the pillow from her.
"You have what now?"
Her eyes told him where to look at. His gaze dropped before he could stop it ━ there it was ━ nestled against the lace, the black marker sitting there like it had always belonged. How did he have missed it?
Michael looked away... looked back... looked away again.
She reached for the marker and took it out, holding it between two fingers.
"Okay so..." she started pointing at a specific place on her left breast. "Right here ple━"
"I don't need━there's no━please stop pointing━"
"Now that I think about it ━ your signature is quite long... perhaps I should━" she made a movement to remove her bra.
"Oh my God."
"Stop acting like you never saw me naked before, Michael! You’re ruining the mood!"
"That is completely different and you know it!"
"Do I?"
"Yes!" he threw his head back briefly, the laugh escaping before he could stop it. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Obviously," she rolled her eyes.
"Obviously," Michael repeated, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth told a different story.
Biting her lips, and without breaking eye contact, she brought both hands up slowly and pressed them together against her chest. She raised an eyebrow.
Michael’s jaw clenched.
"You’re… you’re cheating."
"So... Will you please give me an autograph?" she pouted sweetly.
"You've been━" he let out another laugh. "Give me that."
Michael reached over and plucked the marker from her fingers before she could react, holding it away from her for a moment just to have the upper hand for one single second. She beamed at him as he uncapped it.
"Stay still."
She did as she was told as her boyfriend bent over her with such a focused expression that she had to look at the ceiling immediately to not laugh. His tongue appeared between his teeth, his brow furrowed slightly as if he was actually painting a work of art over her. The cold tip of the marker over her breast made her shiver and her eyes fell back right on his face, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"… Couldn’t have asked for an autograph on a paper like everyone else," he mumbled.
"Where’s the fun in that?"
A second later, Michael sat back and capped the marker as she looked down and smiled brightly.
"That’s so hot!" she beamed, genuinely delighted. "Okay I need a picture."
"You need a what?"
"Picture. For proof," she repeated like it was obvious as she stood up.
"Proof…?"
"That I was the first ━ keep up, baby!" she exclaimed, searching for the Polaroid.
"There is no━hey, come back here!"
Michael caught her by the wrist, pulling her back as she landed against him, laughing. He joined her as her back settled against his chest. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his jaw.
"Want to do something else for me?"
"Haven’t you embarrassed me enough, woman?"
She chuckled once more before turning to face him, both hands pressing lightly against his chest, pushing him back until he sat down on the couch.
"I still want a picture though…" she spoke, her fingers found the hem of her top. "Perhaps you could help me take one."
She pulled it over her head in one slow, easy motion and tossed it gently at his face. She smelled of something sweet and when Michael looked up at her ━ at his own autograph ━ his tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip before catching it between his teeth.
i fear the new mj fans on tik tok have seriously lost the plot - reposting ai slop pics of michael with abs and shit. im so over it, its making me so mad.
you can find michael incredibly attractive as he is, (or was, fml this made me well up a bit) but why are we reposting a photo of him that is completely edited and made up? When we could just be reposting beautiful REAL images of him throughout his life?
we need to keep his legacy safe, and all of his photos whether taken professionally or by him, or home/childhood photos etc are important to the documentation of him and his career.
i fear people are saving and getting attached to images of him that aren't even real and it makes me so sad :'( He would not have liked this - its why he hated the press, they used to doctor and edit his images all the time. lets be better than that!!!
Summary: Y/n and Michael have already slept in late. but eventually, she needs to use the bathroom.
Word count: 399 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
A yawn bubbled in Y/n's throat. the sun filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long rays of light across her face.
She shifted - at least tried to - but the firm pair of arms wrapped around her waist seemed to have held her in place. Michael's arms, to be exact.
She rubbed her eyes and turned her head, her gaze locking onto her adorable sleeping boyfriend. Her lips curved gently into a sleepy smile at the sight.
As she tried to shift again, Michael stirs slightly. His arms tightened around her, brows furrowing as his eyes opened - trying to adjust to the sunlight. His gaze locked onto hers, and the sight of her made his eyebrows soften. A small, half asleep smile creeping onto his lips.
"G'morning, Y/n." He mumbled, his arms now loosened around her waist.
"Good morning, Mike." She smiled, voice raspy from sleep. "I need to go to the bathroom.." She whined softly.
He chuckled softly, his arms tightening once again. "Not yettt..." He breathed out, his face burying into her shoulder. "It's too cold, baby."
She wiggled slightly against his grasp "Michael, pleaseee. I need to pee." She giggled.
He doesn't answer, a grumble escaping him.
"C'mon, applehead. Let me go. I'll come right back." She struggled against his arms once more.
He whined and finally let her go, a shiver racking through his slim frame once she'd gotten up. "You're so mean.." he mumbled into the pillows, tugging the blanket under his chin to trap the warmth of where her body had just been.
"M'sorry, Sweetheart. But I really gotta go." She said, wrapping her night gown around her and slipping on her slippers. Her gaze travelled to the clock on his bedroom wall, and her eyelids widened.
"Jesus, its already eleven o'clock?!" She tied the gown around her waist. "How did we sleep in so late?" She giggled softly.
He shrugged, looking up at her from the bed. "Dunno. Probably because of how chilly it is, girl." He grins.
"Mhmm. Don't start Michael."
"I wasn't startin' anything!"
He smiled, handsome dimples rising in his cheeks. God, hes just so cute.
"Right.." She giggled, walking towards the door. "Im supposed to go shopping with Janet and La'toya today, so I gotta get ready quick!" She said before retreating to the bathroom.
I severely want to start writing fics, but im overthinking it so bad because of how many fantastic writers are on here that It'll be bad to people who read it 😔😔✌️
I severely want to start writing fics, but im overthinking it so bad because of how many fantastic writers are on here that It'll be bad to people who read it 😔😔✌️
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.
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