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𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚

☆ dietcoke. 19. she/her/hers. black af.

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☆ michael jackson. lana del rey. mazzy star. r&b. dad rock. reality tv. thrifting & antiquing. pop culture. 80s. 90s. 2000s. literature. art. & diet coke, of course.

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☆ minors. trumpies. red-pillers. homophobes. racists. misogynists. anyone who hates whimsy. & anyone who likes pepsi more.

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☆ 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨: 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 💋

"𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧!" 🪽☮︎

#dietcoke speaks!#about me

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩!

summary: michael came home frustrated after an unsuccessful studio session. he had the sole intention of taking that frustration out on you.

pairings: thrad!michael x black girlfriend!reader

cw: 18+ (mdni), just when i thought my writing was already nasty, we get even nastier, rough dom!Michael, sub!reader, doggy style!, eating out from the back, he fucks you with his tie around your neck, restraint (?), overstimulation kink (if you squint), ends with a facial (ouu shii), cum eating again! who's shocked!, porn with the smallest plot known to mankind.

wc: 1,936k

a/n: i listened to kissland by the weeknd writing this. i lowkey got a lil carried away, whoops! also, I'm kinda bad at writing angry sex. this the best i could do. pls dont throw tomatoes at me, im sensitive.

(you know i ain't proofread this lol. work is all mine, human written, and fictional!)

1985

the air was particularly chilly tonight, considering the california weather was making its smooth transition from the sweltering, daytime summer heat to its cozy, windy autumn nights.

you stayed inside pretty much all day, not really wanting to be bothered by choosing an appropriate outfit for the sudden changes. you laid on the bed, stretched out across the king size bed. you felt so small and out of place on a mattress this abnormally large for one person.

you flipped through a magazine, not really focused on the articles, but more on the pictures. you examined the faces between the pages, studying their makeup and the way they'd pin their hair up. you hummed and continued to flip, passively taking mental notes on the beauty tips.

you were terribly bored. you tried to ignore the thought of it or else the boredom would consume you whole. you've been waiting on your boyfriend to get back home from the studio. he had been spending late nights working on his new project. part of you felt neglected, not seeing him consistently taking a toll on how much time you got to spend together. another part of you understood it was his craft, and you couldn't be too mad at him for it.

you made it to the last page of the magazine, flipping the final page, and as if on cue, you hear footsteps traveling closer and closer to the door.

your ears perk up and an excited smile threatens to fall on your face as if you were a puppy waiting on its owner.

the door swings open and a slender silhouette stands in the threshold. you close the magazine, not taking your eyes off of him.

he walks through and you catch a better look at him: his face shimmering in the light from assumably sweat, curls sticking to his temple, eyeliner slightly smudged, his tie loosely around his neck, and his eyes lidded in a familiar manner that peaked your curiosity.

he watches your expression melt at the sight of him. he took you all in before speaking; you wore his big mickey mouse t-shirt and long white socks. if only you knew the kind of day he was having. his mind started to wander to what was underneath the baggy shirt. that's when a lightbulb went off in his head.

"michael. i missed you so much. how was--"

"strip." he commanded.

your face contorts, confusion knitted between your brows. your mouth slightly hung open, your brain scrambling to muster up a sentence, but failing. your expression remained perplexed, but you felt your body pulse at the simple, yet demanding word.

"i--"

"uhn uhn," he shook his head slowly, his lips puckered as he exhaled. "i said strip."

you pause for a moment before sliding the magazine to the edge of the bed. you watched as his eyes flicked from your face, down to your thighs, and back up to your eyes. you maintained eye contact while bringing your fingers to the hem of the shirt. you lifted it over your head, revealing yourself in nothing but black panties.

his tongue grazed over his lips, bringing himself back to earth. the sight of your perky breasts immediately sent blood to his growing bulge. the adrenaline pumping in his veins caused his vision to blur.

he walked over to you, sitting beside you, and cupped his hand onto your right tit. he quickly latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirling and licking in tight circles. your breath shuddered, mouth falling agape. you instinctively tangled your hands into his curls, slightly tugging on him. he hummed right against you before sucking hard and then pulling back with a pop, leaving a dark red mark around your brown nipple.

he moved his face from your cleavage and pushed his lips against yours. he brought his hand to your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger, lightly pinching. your back arched intuitively, pushing you closer to his body. you stuck your tongue against his lips, wanting to explore his mouth. he wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking the same way he just did on your breast.

you moaned at his desperation. his hunger sent waves of pleasure to your clit. your thighs squeezed, wanting to relieve the consistent pulse in your panties. you could feel the wetness sticking onto your core.

his hand traveled from your chest to your neck, lightly squeezing on your pulse points, making your head light with euphoria. he pulled his lips from yours, and trailed kisses down to your neck, sucking hard and giving small kitten licks on the areas to soothe you.

"mikey..." you moaned.

he abruptly lifted his hand from your neck and wrapped his hand right around your mouth.

"who told you to speak?" he hummed.

you involuntarily whimper against his hand, the wetness pooled in your panties becoming unbearable. he glanced down between your legs and caught your eyes again.

"y'being needy? and all i did was kiss you, baby." he whispered into your ear, bringing two of his fingers straight to your clothed clit, rubbing in quick circles.

your eyes roll, your body melting right under his touch.

"you gonna let me use you, tonight? can i relieve my stress on your pussy?" he watched you nod as much as you could under his restraint.

"good girl, baby." he kissed your cheek sweetly, despite how he was manhandling you.

he quickly removed his fingers from your core, causing a groan to vibrate from your lips into his hand.

he took his hands off of your lips and brought them to your jaw, forcefully moving your head to the side. he brought his lips to your ear.

"lay down."

he let go and you flipped onto your stomach, ass perched into the air, the cool ac hitting the wet spot in your underwear. the contrast of cool air and your hot, aching body made you whine into the mattress.

michael hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. you could hear him shuffle around before the sounds finally stopped. you opened your lips to speak, before you felt a long lick travel from your clit up to your entrance. a high pitched moan parted from your mouth.

he brought his hands to the fat of your ass, spreading them to get a better look at all of you. he stuck his tongue out, nodding up and down, collecting every ounce of juice from the behind.

"m-mich-- oh, shit." you whimpered, a mix of surprise in your tone by the vulgar acts he was committing.

"you taste so fucking good, angel." he mumbled against your clit before sucking down on it.

your eyes shut tightly, your legs already starting to shake as an orgasm quickly crept up.

"wait-- fuck. i'm gonna cum, mik-- oh god." you cried into the sheets, your knuckles turning white from gripping onto them.

he swiftly removed his lips from your clit, watching a string of his saliva keep you connected.

you huffed at the sudden loss of contact again, your hips instinctively bucking, your entrance clenching onto nothing.

you heard him shuffle around again, his belt eventually unbuckling and his pants falling to the ground with a thud. his dick popped, hitting him against his torso, precum rolling down his tip and down his shaft. he stroked his length a couple times before another idea popped off in his head.

he slid the knot in his tie that sat around his neck and took it off of him. he leaned forward, grabbing onto your hair to lift your neck up.

you moaned under his touch before feeling the fabric travel around your neck. he pushed the knot down, the necktie lingering around you. he brought the tail of the tie to your back, before pumping a couple more strokes to his dick.

suddenly, he brought his tip to your core, collecting all of the natural lubricant that sat in every fold and crease of your cunt. he lined up at your entrance and shoved right into you.

you both moaned, your face immediately falling back onto the mattress. he huffed, grabbing the tie and pulling you up. he slammed his hips into you, your ass rippling with each stroke, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

"you're such a dirty, dirty girl. look at you, baby. what a mess." he huffed between sentences, bringing a hand to one of your cheeks and slapping it.

"y'fuck me so good, o-oh my.. god." your whimpers and moans started to become sobs, your body overwhelmed with pleasure, lustful tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"y'wanna cum now? cum all over my dick. fuck--" he pulled the tie tighter, his dick brushing against your walls at a quick pace.

you bounce yourself into him, pushing his length deeper into your opening. michael brought his other hand to your clit, quickly swiping side to side.

your whimpers fill the air before you release right onto him. the coil in your stomach snapped, your body convulsing, your eyes tightly shut, saliva dropping from the corners of your lips.

michael thrusted into you at a steady pace as you rode out your orgasm, a white ring forming at the base of his dick.

"you're so pretty when you cum for me." he groaned, his hips rolling into your overstimulated core.

at this point, your whole body felt like jelly, feeling completely fucked out. but, he continued to pick up his pace, still chasing an orgasm of his own.

"mikey, oh god. 's too much-" you stumble over your words, tears daring to fall from your eyes.

"shh, baby. take me. i know you can." he set the tie down, leaning forward to kiss your spine.

he continued thrusting into you before pulling out and pushing your waist, signaling you to flip over.

he toppled over you, aligning his crotch onto your chest, his tip hanging right in front of your face.

he pumped aimlessly, his breath unsteady. he cocked his head back, tugging at his bottom lip between his teeth.

he brought his attention back down to you, his groans quickly turning into whines. he angled his tip towards your lips.

"open."

you opened your mouth, tongue hanging out. a kitten-like whimper escaped his lips, his semen staining your face. some caught your lips, while most of it sprayed across your cheeks and chin. you brought a finger up to your face, wiping the vacant seed off, and bringing the digit to your mouth, sucking the remnants off.

he let out a breathy sigh, collapsing right next to you.

you both laid there, catching your breaths, trying to recover from the lewd acts that just unfolded.

"um," you cleared your throat. "how was your day?"

michael huffed, a smirk plastered on his face. "the worst. it seemed as if nothing went right at the studio today."

you rolled over, laying on your side, your eyes gazing across his side profile. he looked so beautiful, especially after sex.

"what happened?"

"it's nothing. i don't wanna get into it. it'll work me up again." he answered, slight frustration coating his tone.

you couldn't help but chuckle. "what if wanna work you up again? i like seeing you mad."

he lifted his head, looking at you. you bit your lips innocently, a smile forming at the corners of your lips.

he smirked, bringing his hand back to the tie, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

you were in for a long night.

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#dietcoke writes!#michael jackson #michael joseph jackson #mjj x reader #michael jackson fanfic #mj x reader #michael jackson x black reader #michael jackson fic #michael jackson smut #thrad era

okay wait could u like do a full fic of the pre-otw headcannon the baking one like maybe reader catches him in the bathroom it doesn’t have to be full smut tho sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😥😥😥

IDEA RECEIVED BABE!!!!!!!!!! i’ll get back to ya in a bit!!!!!!!!

omg 100 followers and almost 300 likes on uno reverse yall are horny! but i love it sm thank you angels 💋🪽💋🪽

working on like 4 drafts rn. thanks for bringing me out of a 2 year writers block 💌

hiii i wanted to req a fic of thrad/bad era mikey having angry sex with reader… not necessarily anything toxic like maybe he just really needs a way to calm his temper from something he’s stressed about and reader is the only one that can match him on that… i luv ur work and thank u in advance >//<

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also, i love this idea. the wheels are turning... i'm working on this immediately!

𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ⏾⋆.˚

summary: you and michael take a trip to turks and caicos for his 48th birthday. he stresses about life back at home, but you have a solution to make it all better. it is the night before his birthday after all.

pairings: mature!michael x black wife!reader

cw: 18+ (mdni), sub!michael, dom!reader, porn with plot, NASTY!, a good bit of french kissing, spit play, creampie, cum eating, choking (if you squint!), face sitting, multiple orgasms (f), mommy kink…

wc: 2,761k

a/n: happy august! sub mature michael is underrated. finished this at 2am. i ain’t proofread shit so if it sounds repetitive, i'm sorry! :,(

!!! my writing is strictly fiction and not meant to be realistic. i’m just a silly fangirl with a big imagination. ◡̈

2007 - 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙨

10:01pm.

the moonlight reflected in the quiet ocean, the only sound being their relationship wed by gravity, crashing the waves onto the shore. outside, the air was so thick and humid, every exhale felt as if smoke fell from your lips and back into the wind, just to inhale it again.

inside of the vacation home, the lights were dim, provided by the candles lit on every surface. the scent of linen and wax was potent, along with the smell of fruity, red wine.

every sip you took stained your tongue, leaving the bittersweet taste in your mouth. the wine was starting to coat your blood cells; you were already starting to feel lighter on your feet.

the color of the red wine matched perfectly with the red robe you wore, black lace trimming the hem. you sat on the loveseat in front of your husband, legs crossed, eyes watching his every expression as he talked.

he rambled on and on about how things must be at home. he worried about the kids, wondering if they were still studying their school stuff as they were instructed to do before you left.

he worried about the tour coming up and how much he'd have to come up with in order to profit from it.

"michael." you spoke slow and sweetly, almost in a maternal tone.

"your birthday is tomorrow. relax, honey. everything is taken care of." you set your wine glass onto the coffee table that separated the both of you. your lipstick stained the rim, leaving a perfect outline of your lips.

he put his face in his hands, shaking his head, before sitting back up and running his fingers through his hair. he sighed and reached for his wine glass, taking a slow sip. he held onto the stem, swirling the sacred liquid around, the dregs sticking to the sides of the glass.

you look at him with concern. you stood from your place on the loveseat, making your way to the matching chair in front of you. you stood behind michael, bringing your hands down to his shoulders and massaging.

he exhaled under your touch, the sounds of the ocean vigorously crashing into the shore filling the short silence.

he tilted his head to the side as you continued working your hands from his shoulders to the middle of the top of his back.

"tell me, baby," your tone was low. "what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

he sat for a minute, pondering on your question. his eyebrows raised slightly in consideration before speaking.

"i--it's nothing. i'm just tired." he finally answered.

"we can go to bed early, michael. it's your night." you bent down to kiss behind his ear.

he shuddered under your touch. "no, not like that. i've just been working. i'm a little stressed, that's all."

you settled your arms around his shoulders, your chin rested on the back of the loveseat.

"you're tense." you whispered down into his ear, referring to the massage you gave him.

he nodded his head, the breath leaving his lungs.

'"let me ease the tension in you." you breathed, taking a part of his earlobe between your teeth.

he shivered again, goosebumps visible on his arms.

"see." you spoke seductively. "let mama take care of you tonight."

you walked in front of the chair, your fingers lingering on his shoulder before trailing down his chest. you held onto the armrest and straddled on top of him, knees digging into the cushion on either side of him.

his breathing picked up quickly, unrhythmic exhales falling from his mouth. you brought your lips to his cheek, trailing until you reached the corner of his lips.

then, you pressed your red-stained lips onto his. the first initial kiss was sweet, until you went in for the second. your lips sucked onto his bottom lips hungrily, wanting every ounce of him as close to you as possible. your tongue stuck in between his lips. he started to suck lightly, tasting the wine stained in your mouth, leaving him wanting more.

his hands that were rested on your hips traveled down to your ass, softly holding them, not wanting to rush into something you don't want.

you pulled back from the kiss and spoke.

"grab me. let it relieve your stress."

he looked into your eyes, glazed over with lust and the sweetness he possessed.

"y'sure?" he questioned.

you nodded, a smile sneaking its way onto your lips. even after all these years, his innocence remained.

you crashed your lips back onto his, searching for that same closeness you craved so desperately.

michael's long fingers dug into the soft of your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. you felt the heat travel to your core, leaving a small wet spot in your undies.

you took your lips off of his, trailing kisses from under his jaw onto his neck, bringing a hand to his jawline to keep his face locked in position.

his breathing was loud and heavy, his head becoming with lust and need. he needed to feel you.

as if you read his mind, you pulled away once more, moving from the straddled position and onto your feet.

"come see me in the bedroom." your eyes were low, holding a dangerous stare that could make any man fall to his knees.

michael sat in the chair, lipstick stained all over his lips, jaw, and neck. he looked undeniably sexy sitting there, completely marked and stained by your lipstick.

you strut to the bedroom, hearing him scramble behind you, a smirk appearing on your face.

you had him wrapped around your fingers. but, he was right where he wanted to be.

michael stood to his feet, grabbing his wine glass, taking a long sip, before setting it down and following behind you.

you stood on the opposite side of the room, facing the bed. he eventually walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

you walked up to him, your fingers tracing his collar before unbuttoning each button slowly.

"this is all you wanted, isn't it?" you spoke in a sultry tone.

he swallowed, nodding his hand fervently.

you chuckled, making your way down to the middle of his button up.

"how bad do you want it?" you asked, fidgeting with the middle button.

"so bad, mama. oh g-god. please." he muttered, giving you puppy eyes.

"please what, baby? what do you want?" you pushed the button halfway through the slit, holding it there.

"touch me. take it off. i wanna feel you." he pleaded.

pleased with his answer, you fully unbuttoned the rest at a normal pace. "anything for you, birthday boy."

you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting him take his arms out. you lightly pushed his chest down, a silent command for him to lay down.

you stood straight, slowly taking your robe off, letting it fall to the ground. you stood in nothing but a matching red lace bra and panties, a diamond necklace hanging from your neck.

"let me taste you." michael spoke, licking his lips.

you cock your head to the side, a grin appearing on your face against your will. "yeah?”

he nodded, a needy and hungry expression on his face.

you hooked your fingers in the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them.

michael could not take his eyes off of you: the dim lights perfectly shaded every curve of your body, leaving your skin plush and soft looking.

you walked towards him, the anticipation building in his stomach falling deeper and deeper, causing his dick to twitch in his boxers.

you brought your knees on each side of the bed, crawling until your face met his. you planted a small kiss on his lips before sitting up further, aligning your core to his face.

his mouth watered seeing your flowered pussy up close. he hooked his arms under your legs, holding your waist for your stability.

you eased your way onto his face, moaning at the immediate contact.

michael's tongue grazed your clit, causing you to shake right above him. he moved his tongue up and down, collecting all of your juices into his mouth.

your head fell back, your hands finding their way to his hair, gripping onto it for support.

his tongue worked in laps on your clit: soft and calculated. you brought your head back up to look down.

you watched as he completely sucked and licked on you like you were his last meal. he felt your eyes on him, causing him to look up at you. his big, brown doe eyes fell onto yours. his eyes looked so innocent and pure, despite the dirty, vulgar acts he was in the midst of committing.

that sight alone caused you to buck your hips onto his tongue, your climax coming to a near.

"you take me so well, baby. f-fuck, mich-- oh god." you started grinding into him.

he sped his pace up, his jaw almost going numb from how much he's sucked. but he doesn't give up. not until you're satisfied.

your grip on his hair becomes tighter, your brows furrow, face scrunches up, and head immediately falls back.

"i'm gonna cum-- god- baby, y'doing so good." you say between broken moans.

michael moaned at the validation, sending vibrations straight to your core.

you feel the snap in your belly, your whole body pulsing. you groan, the air completely escaping you.

you look down again at michael, his face was coated in your release, pupils completely engulfing his irises.

you let go of his hair, feeling like you're practically floating. you unstraddle his face.

michael brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the wetness all over his face off in a quick movement.

"d-did i do good?" michael asked, his voice low.

"you did perfect baby." you smile at him, melting his heart. "i'm not done with you, yet."

his eyes get dark, a smirk forming on his lips.

you bring a hand to his crotch, palming at his achingly hard dick. he instantly whimpered, the contact sending him over the edge.

you start to fidget with the button, quickly undoing it and zipping them down.

"take 'em off." you command.

he brings his hand to the waistband of his pants and boxers, swiftly pulling them down at the same time.

his dick sprang up immediately, hitting his stomach, his tip stopping directly under his belly button.

your teeth tug at your bottom lip. you could pop 25 kids at the very sight of him.

you brought your hand to his mouth. "spit."

he spit into your mouth, the warm substance dripping into your hands. you brought your hand to your lips, adding some of your own saliva to the mix.

you bring your wet hand to his dick and begin stroking slowly. he bucked his hips into your hand, groaning, needing to feel more of you.

"relax f'me, baby." you whisper sweetly, bending down to kiss his cheek.

you squeezed your hand around his base a little tighter, dragging torturingly, slow strokes to his base.

he whimpered, feeling completely powerless to you.

"tell me what y'want." you direct.

"i need more of you. please." his eyes were teary and full of desperation.

“y’wanna feel all of me, hm?” you tease, stroking him closer at the tip.

“y-yes, mama. please, l-let me be inside you.” he whines, his body convulsing from the attention you give his tip.

you hum in approval, giving his tip one final tug, and removing your hand from his dick. he sighed at the loss of contact.

“sit up.” you tell him and he obeys, lifting his torso up, and bringing his arms behind him to stabilize his position.

you straddle his lap, one hand lingering on his shoulder, another grabbing his inches and lining it up with your entrance.

“how bad do y’want it?” you start to move his tip up and down your folds, your breath slightly hitching and his moans becoming whimpers at the contact.

“so bad… please, mommy. make me feel good.”

you smile. “atta boy.”

you sink yourself onto his tip, moving your hand back to his chest. a moan slipped from your lips. michael’s head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut.

you slowly start to take more and more in, your vision immediately blurring with lust. he starts to bring his hands from the mattress to your waist, helping you bottom out.

“how’s it feel?” michael asked, looking back at you. even though you were the one who would normally be in control, he always wanted to make sure you were still comfortable. never wanting to pressure you into anything you wouldn’t want.

“you fit me so good, baby.” you bite your lip, a small smile forming on your face.

the validation makes his body relax even further, a quiet, kitten-like moan falling from his lips.

you started to grind your hips slowly, letting him feel every corner of your entrance. michael squeezed your ass, already forgetting the stress that got him here in the first place.

you stop rolling your hips. “show me how much you want me.”

with that alone, michael lifted you up to the top of his dick and slammed your right back down, an unexpected move causing a moan to slip right from your mouth.

he starts fucking into you, skipping the slow, steady pace. your breath catches in your throat, constantly being interrupted by high pitched whines.

sweat formed around michael’s temple, his hair sticking to it. his mouth slightly opened, uneven breaths falling from his lips.

“god, i-i needed this so bad… fuck. you always treat me so good. i love you… shit.. i love you so much.” he spoke in broken sentences, his voice an octave lower from his regular tone.

“i love you too, m-michael.” you kiss right at the corner of his lips. “cum with me, baby.”

he nodded, fucking into you deeper, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. you started to feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“i’m gonna cum, mama. p-please, let me cum.”

he looks up at you, tears in his lust-lidded eyes. who could say no to an angel like him?

“cum right inside me. fill me up.”

you bring one of your hands to rest on his neckline, fingers lightly wrapping around his throat, and crash your lips onto his. the kiss is led with more tongue than lip, the sloppiness of it all almost romantic. despite the lewd acts that filled the air, there was something so poetic about the way your bodies moved together as if they had always been made for each other.

michael moaned right into your mouth, his grip on your waist strong as he pounded into you three more times. you felt his seed shoot right into your entrance. he slowly continued grinding into you, making sure to stuff his semen deep into you. the thought of it brought a release of your own, your stomach flipping, the thread in you snapping.

you rolled your hips on him for a few moments before unstraddling him. you lifted your leg and semen slowly fell from your entrance, trailing down your thigh.

you took a finger and wiped it off, bringing it between your lips and sucking the rest of it off. absolutely no part of him going to waste.

michael huffed, laying back down onto his back, arms wide open for you to fall right into him. you nestled right into him, head rested on his chest and arm lazily draped around him. he kissed you on your forehead, his thumb rubbing up and down your forearm.

“do you feel better now?” you broke the silence, your eyes falling to his chin.

he lifted his neck and bent down to try and catch your gaze.

“i feel like a new man.” he spoke. you giggled, lightly slapping his chest. your laugh was so contagious, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit himself.

you hummed, trailing your fingers up and down his chest. you glance around the room, your eyes landing on the alarm clock on the nightstand:

12:25am.

you sat up, looking him in the eyes before kissing his cheek sweetly.

“happy birthday, birthday boy.” you smiled, nodding at the clock.

he turned his head, looking at the time, and looked right back to you.

“i couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 ONE

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Summary: Publicly together, but privately separated this year's marriage anniversary hits so much harder. It doesnt help that you get a strange anniversary gift in the mail.

Tags: angst, marital problems/neglect, talks of divorce, dolls, avoidant Michael, slight mention of those fuckass allegations, set in 1994, not really time accurate but who cares, Michael is high key kinda toxic

A/n: thank you all so much for the love on the "other!Michael headcannons and a special shout out to @amnesia-sc for the beautiful fanart for this fanfic! This will also be cross posted on Ao3 so if you see this fanfic on there don't worry that's me! Enjoy the first chapter.

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Tomorrow would be the day that marked 15 years since you and Michael shared vows, and you are spending the day looking at divorce papers.

They weren't being served to you, thank god. You wouldn't know what to do if they were. But the fact that they were even in front of you on the day that marks the love shared still feels unreal.

Because you asked for them.

It was just a draft of the legal documentation. Sent to you personally by a divorce attorney you didn’t want to call yours yet because then it would feel real.

You picked out someone who had no experience with A-list names. Someone who didn’t crave 15 minutes of fame or didn’t want to drain you of every penny because of your last name.

If the circumstances were different, you would have laughed at the reaction to your presence.

Disguised and discreet, you made an appointment under a false name with a lawyer you have been silently stalking in the papers. A new law graduate. A piece of fresh meat in a place where butchers tear them apart.

When you walked into their office and took off your sunglasses, hat, and heavy coat, they about collapsed to the ground. Their eyes shifted to so many emotions in the span of 5 seconds.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Maybe even frightened.

But worst of all, pity for the reason why you were here.

Maybe it was the sadness that shone in your eyes, or the way that you held yourself so delicately, that made them snap out of their shock and gently ask you to take a seat. Stuttering over the words and pale faces.

That was 2 weeks ago. Now here you are at the dining table in your home. Looking at the thing that could end your marriage.

The attorney said to take your time that this type of stuff is not decided in an instant.

You wish that there was a different reason for this. If you and Michael fought and screamed at each other, maybe then this would feel less painful. Because that meant he was here. Present.

But he wasn't. There were no fights, no raised voices, and no words spoken that could not be taken back. That was the worst part about it. From an outsider looking in, your marriage was by all means wonderful. Sometimes you believe the articles about how in love you and Michael looked.

But then you are reminded that ya’ll haven’t shared a roof in over 4 months. You stayed at Neverland while he travelled the world for his new “Dangerous” Tour. Bouncing from one hotel to another.

You had a sneaky suspicion that the added tour dates were just another excuse for him to not come home and talk.

Home.

That's a funny word.

Neverland hasn't felt like a home in a long time.

Over 121 days of going to sleep alone, waking up alone, eating alone, and sitting by the phone waiting for the 10-minute awkward phone call of him asking how you were doing(and even those stopped)

Because both of you came to the stupid conclusion that if this marriage would survive 15 more years, distance was going to be the saviour.

Not children.

Not marriage counselling.

Not a proper conversation.

But distance.

Because Michael could never face the conflict head-on, thinking that with enough time and distance the problem would just magically disappear and things would go back to normal.

And you.

You blindly believed the same thing out of desperation to save a crumbling marriage.

You remember a time when you two couldn’t bear to be away from each other for 5 minutes.

Now you breathe so much better without him around.

You feel awful for feeling that way, and deep down you were… content with the distance between the two of you. You felt like your old self again.

The woman before ‘Mrs Jackson’. The one that could go to the grocery store without flashing cameras, the one who didn't need to wear layers of clothes just to go to your favourite store. The woman who could just walk out the door and not be greeted with security guards being her 2nd shadow.

But you still missed Michael. So much. You hate that you do.

He just left you. Walked out of the door without even a glance at you. As if he had already gone thousands of miles away. He barely calls you, and when you call him, it is always the same thing over and over again:

“Michael is in rehearsals right now, Mrs Jackson.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs Jackson. He just went out on stage”

“Michael is busy with meetings, Mrs Jackson.”

Were you even married to a person anymore? Did Michael even exist?

The thought of just walking out the door had come into your head many times, but you didn’t marry a regular man, and this wasn’t a regular marriage.

You married the famous man on earth.

If you go through this, everything and everyone would consume you whole.

The tabloids.

Your families.

The journalists itching for interviews and story times. Slithering their ways into twisting words you never said into things that were never true.

Everyone would conveniently become a theorist. Making up disgusting rumours and allegations of how and why your marriage failed underneath their noses.

You cheated.

He had a mistress.

This was only a lavender marriage.

Allegation after allegation.

Michael doesn't need more of those.

This whole thing would be so much easier if you stopped caring. Let the love you feel for Michael turn into hot bitterness in hate.

But it didn't. That is what makes it harder.

You still care about him.

You still love him.

So leaving him for the vultures to eat him alive was something you just couldn't do.

Even after all the tears, the sadness, the heartbreak, you still can’t put yourself first. Michael is always at the back of your heart, taking a piece of it with him no matter how far away he is.

Your eyes begin to burn with tears. You don't know how you have more of those. It feels like you have cried yourself dry.

But when grief and sadness were endless, your body felt like a huge towel full of water ready to be squeezed dry.

“Where did it all go wrong?” You asked. Tears blurred your vision of the taunting papers below you. One fell and soaked into the paper.

No one was around to give you an answer.

No one ever is.

Later on that day, you shoved the divorce papers in a drawer to collect dust. There was no telling when you would touch them again. Or if you were even going to; hell, you might just tear them up and suffer in silence because suffering with thousands of eyes on you seemed so much worse.

You'll think about it. Really.

Just not today.

Or tomorrow.

Or next week.

Maybe by some miracle things would be okay. Not perfect, not great, not terrific.

Just okay.

Something you would give your entire heart to just have. Scooping your hand in the bottom of the barrel.

So for now you'll simply think.

And if that miracle didn't arrive soon…

Well.

Another one sat in a drawer waiting for you.

February 14th

Today was that date. Or that date simply fell on this particular Thursday. Whichever saying makes the pain hurt less.

To regular people, today was the national holiday for love.

To you, it was this day 15 years ago that you said “I do”

It was the day of love and matrimony, and you were spending it alone in a bed too cold and empty. With a pillow that has seen you cry more times than it could inhumanly count.

It didn't help that across from you on the dresser sat a picture frame of you and Michael on the wedding day.

In the picture, you were looking into the camera. Smiling so hard your eyes looked like they were closed. Michael was right beside you, holding you close like you were his second skin.

Michael wasn't looking at the camera, though. He was looking at you like you created the world with your bare hands.

You remember having to do so many retakes because Michael just couldn't take his eyes off you.

“Mike, man, you gotta look at the camera”, Marlon sighed. Rubbing his forehead in frustration. “This is the 6th take and we are runnin’ out of film.”

“Mikey, stop looking at me like that.” The blush did help the sudden flare of your cheeks under Michael's intense gaze.

“I can't help it, baby” His lips tickle your ear. “You just look so pretty.”

He tilts your chin upwards and takes your lips into his. So gently that your knees would collapse if he wasn't holding on to your waist so tightly.

“Alright, alright, alright, stop eating each other's faces off, and let's get this damn picture,” Marlon grumbled. “I'm hungry.”

Michael lets go of your lips, reluctantly pressing his forehead against yours.

“ I love you, Mrs Jackson.”

“I love you more, Mr Jackson.”

God, you two were so happy.

It makes you cry even harder.

The longer you look at the picture, the more you want to haul it against the wall. It would make you feel good just to hear it shatter to the ground.

God, you want to throw the frame out the window.

Knock knock.

“Mrs Jackson?”

It was Cecily.

You sniffed, clearing your throat to attempt to sound like you weren't completely broken from the inside out.

“Yes?”

“...There is a gift for you on the table.”

That made you sit up. Gift? What gift?

“A gift?” You pushed the duvet back, sitting on the side of the bed. The chill of the AC instantly made goosebumps appear.

“Yes, Mrs Jackson. The mailman just dropped it off not too long ago. Would you like it now?”

“No, no, I’ll get it later. Thank you, CeCe.”

You know she stands at the door far longer than she needs to. Wondering if she should ask a question she already knows the answer to.

She decides to leave the question unanswered and walk away to continue her duties.

Not too long afterwards, you tired yourself out of bed and made your way to the dining room. Approaching the brown wooden table.

On top was the said gift. With black roses and a bag to match with red polka dots all around.

You collapse in the closest seat. Bringing it closer to you and reading the card attached:

No amount of words can describe how lucky I am to be married to you.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

Look familiar? :)

-Michael

Michael was not a man of a lot of words. He always showed his love through his actions, claiming that simple “I love yous” could never show how he feels.

So the length of the note didn't stand out to you.

It was what's written in it. The words scribbled too neatly on the paper to be Michael’s. Not his chaoticly beautiful handwriting that only a select few could read with no trouble.

You haven't had a proper conversation with Michael in weeks. You've been married to him for 15 years. Guilt would never let Michael write something like this.

Or maybe it would.

You hardly know your own husband anymore.

Discarding the short note, you examine the gift. It was in black wrapping paper with a shiny red string tied around in a little bow tie.

Pulling the red string, you untied it and worked the black wrapping paper off. Being careful not to rip the fragile paper.

A doll. Not one of the commercial ones like Barbie, but a type that you would find in the back of an antique store. Soft to the touch and filled with white stuffing.

And it looked just like you.

A small replica of you on your wedding day. The doll's clothes in the exact design of your wedding dress. Even the artificial makeup was the same.

Everything was down to a match.

Except the eyes. They were black buttons that stared through you rather than at you.

You turn the doll around, hoping to find an address to ask where this could've potentially come from, but you found none. No little tag to tell you the company or country it was made from.

Not even something to tell you the materials used.

There was no return address, no white tags.

It was like it appeared out of thin air.

You're a little creepy thing, aren't you?” You ask it. “But you're me, so what does that say about myself?” You ask the doll.

It says nothing. Of course it doesn't. It's a doll.

“Look at me talking to a doll.” You say to yourself.

What do you do with this thing? Send it back? Return it to the nearest doll shop and hope for the best?

For now, you grab the figurine and head to your bedroom, placing it idly on the dresser. It tips over and creates a soft thump as it lands on its side.

The day passes by in blurs. Your mind tortures you with memories you no longer want to have. Your body goes on autopilot. For dinner, you cook and eat food that tastes bland no matter how many spices you sprinkled.

You sent the staff home shortly after opening your anniversary gift, leaving you alone in a house too big and cold.

Now you are lying in bed watching the clock.

It was 11:59. One more minute and the weight on your heart would be gone.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

12:00

It was officially February 15th; a sigh leaves you.

The day has passed. The memories of this day from 15 years ago begin to fade. Michael hadn't called, and you're thankful for that. Maybe he is going through the same thing.

It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one suffering.

A sudden drowsiness claims you. You go to sleep on a brand new day, putting the memories that haunted you like costs in a vault deep within your mind.

Somewhere far away, he watches your chest rise and fall. Tapping a long claw on his seat.

God, you looked so beautiful.

Around him, the world conforms. Going into places like pieces to a puzzle. He doesn't pay attention to the creation of his world. Nor to the children that lay on the floor like ragdolls, nor to the slow appearance of Neverland.

He pays attention to none of it.

He just looks at you. Sleeping. Not peacefully or willingly, but because you had no choice but to succumb to the exhaustion that settled too deep in your bones.

The moonlight shining in the master bedroom showed the tear stains he cooed at the sight.

You poor, poor baby.

All alone and sad because of…

What was his name?

Oh.

Michael.

The very thought of him makes an inhuman growl rise from his throat. His realm shook in response.

He will become him. He will wear his face, his clothes, his mannerisms, his voice, his thoughts and desires.

He will be Michael, just simply… better.

A man you deserve.

He reaches out as if to run a hand through your coils, but he pauses at the sight of his hand.

Fingers that were too long.

Nails that were too sharp.

He closes his fist, examining his own limbal fingers that were akin to spider legs.

“Hm.”

His form isn't complete. Not yet. He was still too monstrous. He has to be absolutely perfect before he sees you. No cracks. No flaws.

He is patient and a perfectionist. So he will watch you for as long as he needs to. Mold his body into a version you will adore. That you will love.

He will be everything Michael isn't and more.

But for now, he will simply watch and learn.

All for you.

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MOVIE NIGHT — 1.9k ༄.°

| thrad!era michael x fem!reader

WARNINGS: 18+, MDNI, dry humping, explicit language, nickname usage (sweets, baby), fem!reader, bsf!michael, no use of y/n.

SUMMARY: as you and Michael sit next to each other on the couch, a movie playing on the tv in front of you both, one thing leads to another...

AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first ever smut on tumblr!! tips and suggestions are very well appreciated, mwah! ❤︎₊ ⊹

(NOT PROOFREAD)

A STEADY QUIET EVENING AT THE HAYVENHURST ESTATE, 1983 ⋆

Shortly before you ended up beside your best friend Michael in his family's home watching a movie, you'd been lying on your bed mindlessly flipping through a magazine. It was just when you were getting up to shower that Michael happened to call you. As you picked up the telephone, you heard a steady voice on the other end. "Hey sweets, you busy?". It didn't take much to convince you to come over and watch a movie even though you had things to do, mainly because you'd never give up a chance to get to be with Michael. You two had known each other since 1970 after he'd moved to California from Gary just a year ago. You two happened to live In the same neighbourhood before his family bought the estate you know now to be Hayvenhurst.

Your relationship with Michael had always been close to a sibling bond, if not one. You two shared some of the same interests and hobbies, which caused you to become closer than you realized. Although you both thought of your connection as strictly platonic, Michaels siblings thought differently. I mean sure, sometimes he'd glance for a bit too long, or his touch would linger just a bit longer than normal, but you two never thought anything of it. That was until just a couple months ago, when you started to see Michael as something you'd never seen before. You noticed his hands and how they gripped the counter, his eyes and how they'd squint in the sunlight, and his Adams apple when he swallowed. Whenever these thoughts would come around, you'd always quickly brush them off, telling yourself these that this was were impure and totally inappropriate. Although, sometimes you just couldn't help yourself. You couldn't help the way your palms got sweaty when holding his hand, or the subtle way your bottom lip tangled in your teeth when he was telling you about his day. It was only until he'd ask you if you were paying attention did you snap out of your daydreams.

Despite not being able to shower before heading over to watch a movie, you still wanted to look presentable. You decided to wear a denim skirt, a crewneck and some sneakers. Causal, but still cute. Your hair flowed softly against your shoulders as you knocked on the door. To your surprise, Janet was the one who greeted you. "Hey, Michael's upstairs." A chuckle escaped your lips, "How'd you know I was here for Michael?" She furrowed her brows slightly, as if the answer was obvious "When are you not? You guys are practically glued together." A soft laugh escaped her as she walked away. You gave a slight scoff, then realized.. she wasn't entirely wrong. You walked through the home, making your way up the stairs and to the left where Michael's room was. You knocked softly before opening the door. "Michael?" You questioned.

A soft voice emerged from near the closet, "Oh hey, baby." Your heart melted at the nickname, despite him calling you that for years. "Hey, Mikey. Whatcha' doing?" You sat at the edge of his bed. "Looking for my box of movies for us. You don't mind if I pick, do you?" You chuckled softly, earning a slightly smile from Michael. If there was one thing about Michael, it was that he was a creature of habit. Meaning, he loved to rewatch the same movies over and over again. "Of course not, I already know it'll be one we've seen already." He pulled out the box, placing It on his bed beside you. You watched as his big hands wrangled through the box, rummaging. As you watched, you couldn't help but notice how veiny his hands were, and how long and slender his fingers looked. You licked your lips on impulse, your mind going to placed you knew they shouldn't have been. Michael's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "You listening?" He asked, looking down at you. "Hm?" You said, unaware that he'd asked you a question. He chuckled before asking, "Something on your mind, baby?". You shook your head quickly, "No, no. Nothing at all, cmon pick a movie already." He smirked at your attempt to hide your emotions. "You look nice." He said, looking you over one more time. Michael didn't hold back when it came to compliments, if anything, he enjoyed seeing how flustered his comments made you. You looked down, toying with the hem of your skirt, "Thanks." You muttered, biting on your lip to keep your grin in.

After what seemed like ages, Michael finally chose a movie. Surprisingly, it was one you both hadn't seen before. Some corny rom-com, not typically something you two would watch together. You made your way downstairs, slumping on the couch as he put the cd in. Once he'd finished, he made his way onto the couch beside you, looking over and furrowing his brows. "What are you all the way over there for, sweets?" You blinked, then realized you were all the way on the other side of the couch, with your knees to your chest. Michael motioned for you to come closer, and you did. His arm slithered its way around your waist, settling down to rest on your lower hip, just inches away from hem of your skirt, where skin met fabric. It wasn't odd for Michael to touch you this way, honestly, it would've been weird if you two weren't close to each other. As you settled in, bring the blanket to cover both of you and placing your head on Michaels shoulder, the movie began to play.

As the movie went on, you could hardly pay attention. Michaels hand had found its way to the plush skin on your lower hip, squeezing It ever so slightly from time to time. He'd place a soft kiss on the top of your head every now and then, making you practically melt into him. Michael wasn't stupid, he knew the effect he had on you. The quiet tension that had grew along the years didn't go unnoticed, how would it? Michael would be lying if he said he didn't have his own thoughts about you. Hell, he'd fantasize about your lips against his, being able to touch you just about anywhere. But he never acted on these thoughts, he never could. Michael was raised to be a gentleman, and stayed true to his word. Despite his dirty thoughts, Michael contained himself and only acted on these when you weren't around. That being said, Michael still enjoyed teasing you. He loved the way your breath would hitch when his hands rested on your hips, the slight gasp you'd make whenever he'd hug you and his hands would go a little lower than you'd expect. Seeing you like that made his chest swell, and his pants a little tighter than usual.

As you sat there, curled up into Michael's chest, he decided to test his luck. He squeezed your hip once more, making your breath hitch and bite your lip slightly. He smiled, seeing your reaction. "Wanna sit on my lap, sweets?" He questioned, waiting for your answer. He watched you hesitate for just a second, a soft smile on your face. "Why?" He smiled at your innocent question, "Just need your warmth, is all. Cmon, don't be scared." He assisted you, pulling your hips up, then flush against his. He bit back a groan as you settled onto his lap, not realizing his growing member underneath you. "Baby," He choked out, "stop moving- shit." He muttered.

You turned your face to meet his, your brows furrowed slightly, "Sorry, Mikey." He only replied with a small not, seemingly not being able to respond with words. As the movie continued on, you'd occasionally feel Michael buck his hips up slightly. It was only until you heard a quiet groan and something poking into your bare thigh did you realize what you were causing. You froze, not knowing what to do. You decided to slowly rock your hips back, testing the waters. When you heard Michael bite back a whimper, you smirked slightly. Rolling your hips down once more, more pressure this time, you felt Michaels hands move from your thighs to your hips, anchoring you down. "Shit- baby, stop that." You stopped for just a second, then turned your face to meet his, "Just trying to help Mikey, doesn't have to be weird." You watched his face, half guilty, half hungry and possessive. "Friends help friends all the time, let me help you." He bit his bottom lip, contemplating. He finally moved his hips up, turning you so you were straddling him face to face.

As he looked up at you, you moved your hands to rest on his chest. In one slick movement, he smashed his lips down onto yours. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth bumping and tongues brushing against each other. As you rolled your hips down again, you felt Michael whimper onto your lips. Your heat between your legs throbbed as Michael moved his lips down, trailing kissed down your jaw, your chin, and your neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot where your heartbeat sat, and you moaned softly, nuzzling your head in his neck. His hands moved, tracing the hem of your crewneck before trailing lower, his hands twitched under your sweater, and he looked up at you. "This okay, baby?" He said, his voice breathy and soft. You nodded, needing his touch. His hands were cold against your bare skin, making you suck in a breath. You rolled your hips down against his, his whimpers and moans filling your ears. His hands inched up to your ribs, then stopped just at your bra. He slowly made his way up, before cupping one of your breasts into his hand, gently massaging it. You arched your back, feeling him deeper between your legs and against your bra.

"You're so perfect, fuck." He moaned, his lips finding yours again. As you rolled down against him harder, you could feel him twitch through his jeans, his print prominent now. Feeling that made your orgasm creep up quicker, a feeling of heat rushing up to your lower stomach. "Shit, I-I'm close, Michael." Your breath against his neck made him shiver, he felt his own high coming up rapidly. "Me too baby, together, yea?" He said in a breathy moan. You nodded rapidly as your legs began to shake around him. Soft moans and whimpers filled the room, and you were thankful most of his family was out or scattered across the estate. Michael bucked up into you, one last movement before he felt himself twitching as well. You slumped onto him, both of your chests rapidly rising. Michael looked down, realizing there was now a wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He nearly chuckled at the sight. "Gosh, baby." He breathed out, his hand stroking your hair. "Look at this mess we made." You chuckled softly, pulling off of him. Your eyes went back to the tv screen, the forgotten movie still playing. You turned to Michael, "I can't believe we just did that." You both chuckled. Michael pulled you back towards him, your head lying against his head. He placed one soft kiss on your hair, his chest still rising up and down.

AUTHORS NOTE: I absolutely hate this, someone convince me it's not as bad as I think it is. once again, tips and suggestions are highly appreciated, kisses!

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michaelssugarbby

Experimenting with bsf!michael ✎ᝰ.𓂃༘⋆ 18+

You stood in front of the human sized mural and spread out your arms and legs. Beneath your feet was a mat so that the liquid wouldn’t stain the tiled floor. Already, arousal was leaking down your legs.

Michael licked his lips, ogling your nude body waiting on display for him, fisting his length, head rolling back. “Mmm, Angel,” he whimpered, his eyes shut as his seed shot out of his cock, white liquid painting your golden brown skin.

You moaned, opening your mouth, tongue lolling out, his salty cum mixing with your drool as it shot into your mouth. He let out a cry of pleasure, as he continued to fist himself. You wouldn’t let him just suffer, so you replaced his hands with yours, pumping his proud length.

“Mmm, fuck, y-you’re doing so g-good, aghhh,” he whimpered, rolling his hips into your touch as more of his cum painted your skin, rolling down your stomach and lower to your pussy.

“Shhh,” you cooed while you continued to pleasure him, white seed pouring out of his tip. More and more shot out spraying your breasts shiny from sweat, nipples hardened from arousal.

On and on until you were soaked and dripping like a strawberry dipped in white chocolate. Michael stepped back to admire his artwork, licking his lips.

“Mmm, all marked with my seed,” his pupils dilated further until you could no longer see the friend him. You didn’t remember that he was your friend, you were horny and needy, rubbing all up on him like a cat in heat.

Michael swiped a a drop of cum, up your clit then down and stuck his finger into your mouth. Tongue swirling, sucking and moaning around it, shove it up your cunt. You loved his fingers.

“We’re still friends right?” You bit your lip, hoisted up on the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, bodies flush against each other. Your hands were resting on his shoulder blades, his on the back of your thighs.

“Friends with benefits,” he moaned, thrusting into you, brows furrowing head lolling on your shoulder.

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⋆˚࿔ suddenly i’m a damsel in distress who needs to be saved by a prince

#dietcoke speaks!#mjblr #he’s so fine #save me prince michael

𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙤𝙩𝙬!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 as your boyfriend headcannons! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

☆ (suggestive themes, but no smut. mdni.)

𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙤𝙩𝙬!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 who would sneak into your house at night after telling him you couldn’t sleep. you’d hear a light knock at your window and look over and see michael with a wide grin on his face, waving at you to open the window.

you’d open it and see he brought his guitar. you would tell him it’s way too late at night for him to play it, but he’d always assure you to play it as light as possible so your parents didn’t wake up.

he’d sit in your bed, lightly strumming his guitar and humming to the tune while you laid in his lap. by the time he would finish his first song, he’d look down at you and see you already fell asleep: your pretty pink lips poured, eyes delicately shut, and small, rhythmic breaths coming in and out of your nose.

he’d carefully move you to your side of the bed and tuck you in, placing a kiss on your temple before ultimately crawling back out through the window and into the night.

𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙤𝙩𝙬!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 who would invite you to the studio to watch him work on songs. you’d sit across from him, watching him write down lyrics and tap on his notepad to come up with the right tune.

“baby, it’s getting late. don’t y’think you need to take a break?” you’d ask, your eyes doing long, slow blinks.

“i promise i’m almost done.” he’d reassure you, almost immediately getting back to tapping his pen on the notepad.

you’d huff and act fed up because he wasn’t paying you any attention, but you secretly enjoyed watching him get in the zone.

eventually, you’d start to bring your hand to his lap, fingers lightly trailing up and down his thigh. he’d shoot a glance towards you.

“baby, what’re you doing?” he brought the notepad down to his lap.

“you just look so handsome doing what you love.” you flirt, a glint of innocence and admiration in your eyes.

his lips would crease into a smirk before turning around, feeling completely lovesick and embarrassed.

you took your hand off of his thigh and brought them to the side of his face, bringing his attention back to you.

“why do you drive me so crazy, girl.” he giggled, his eyes focused on your soft lips.

“i can’t help it.” your voice was a low, teasing whisper. you leaned in and pressed your lips onto his, feeling the heat from his face burn your hand.

your lips move in a natural flow as if your bodies were made to move in one together.

michael moved his hands from the notepad and pen and cusped your jaw to deepen the kiss.

he would look for inspiration from around the world to put it into his music, but when it came to you, you would effortlessly give him ideas without even trying.

your last words played on an endless loop in his head.

i can’t help it.

and neither could he.

you were his muse.

𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙤𝙩𝙬!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 would love to help you in the kitchen. you wanted to make cupcakes for a gathering at michael’s house happening the following day.

you normally hated when other people were in the kitchen while you were baking, but it is impossible to tell michael you don’t need any help. especially when he would purposefully leave ingredients on a higher shelf.

you’d open the cupboard and see the powdered sugar at the very top shelf. you’d groan and michael’s ears would perk up.

“y’need help?” he’d tease, already knowing your answer.

“come get this powdered sugar and stop harassing me.” you fussed, backing up from the cupboard so michael could step in.

he reached for the top shelf, his t-shirt slightly lifting, revealing the lower half of his stomach. your eyes traveled to his happy trail, following it down lower and lower until he stopped reaching.

he handed you the bag of powdered sugar, a devilish smile plastered across his face. you playfully snatch it from him and grab your measuring cup.

once you finished making the frosting for the cupcakes, you let michael come and try some.

“let me know if i need to add any more vanilla extract.” you added, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

michael would point a slender finger, circling the side of the bowl, icing scooping into his fingertip. he lifted his finger to his mouth, sucking the icing off in a quick motion.

he would bring his finger to his chin and look up as if he were thinking hard about the icing.

“i’m not sure, you try some.”

he’d bring another finger back to the bowl to cover in icing. he took his hand out of the bowl, bringing them to your lips.

“taste.” he’d command.

you opened your mouth, tongue grazing across his finger before wrapping your lips around the tip.

he watched the way you looked, part of him wishing that it wasn’t just his finger.

he felt his member harden in his boxers, his body feeling heavy.

on the other hand, you copied his mannerism, bringing a finger to your chin and thinking heavily.

“needs more vanilla.” you point out, bringing your attention back to the counter, grabbing the vanilla extract and pouring another splash in.

michael nodded his head, as if he really cared about the icing. he excused himself to the bathroom and to quickly rub one out.

𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙤𝙩𝙬!𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 becoming completely annoyed with you as you continued to follow him throughout hayvenhurst with the new camera you got.

“smile!” you’d command him in a sing-songy tone. he’d turn around with a faux attitude, watching you raise the camera and take a picture despite him not even posing.

you excitedly stared at the camera, waiting for the polaroid to come out to add to the collection of other polaroids you had of him.

the camera whirrled, the polaroid finally coming out. but when you went to grab it, you realized it was the dark slide.

“shucks. can you pose for me again? please? it was a blank card.”

michael would groan, eyes rolled to the top of his head.

“why can’t you take pictures of anything else—“

click!

you smiled feverishly, waiting on the polaroid to come out of the camera.

when it did, you couldn’t stop cheesing.

michael looked at the picture over your shoulder. “c’mon! i was mid sentence when you took that!”

“but, you look so handsome. i’m keeping it!”

he didn’t quite understand why you’d keep a picture like that, but he didn’t have to. out of all the beautiful things you could’ve captured on your new camera, all you wanted was to capture your precious boyfriend in his natural state. nothing could compare to that.

he was your muse too.

taglist: @pvtypyt @mjjlover0120 @michaelssidegyal @multifandomposts-blog

lmk if you want to be added/removed!

a/n: tired of ppl not appreciating afro mike.... it's probably because they don't wanna acknowledge that he's a black man, can't fathom the idea of a black man being the greatest of all time, and want to fill their fantasies of white supremacy, labeling his vitiligo as "changing races" but that's a conversation for another time....

... also cooking up a birthday fic! gonna be feeding my sub!mature michael fantasies hehe

#dietcoke writes!#michael jackson #michael joseph jackson #michael jackson headcanons #mj x reader #mjj x reader #michael jackson x black reader #michael jackson fluff #jackson 5 x reader #pre off the wall #mjjforever #michael jackson fanfic #need that

𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒌𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮? 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙥! 🍒

⋆ ˚🪽 ⁀ ➴ 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 💌

⋆ ˚🪽 ⁀ ➴ 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 🐆

key:

꩜ - smut

𐙚 - fluff

꒰ა໒꒱ - angst

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 💋

☆ groupie love ꩜

☆ uno reverse ꩜

☆ some secrets aren't meant to be kept ꩜

☆ birthday boy ꩜

☆ fuck me like you mean it ꩜

⋆ ˚🪽 ⁀ ➴ 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 📝

☆ imagine running into your ex after 10 years 𐙚

☆ pre-otw!michael as your boyfriend (suggestive themes!) 𐙚

#dietcoke writes!#michael jackson fanfic

sqrixm

I really be trying to keep it cool on here and avoid ranting because I know y'all don't come on here to see or hear that shit. But between mjblr and mjtt constantly clashing because people can't keep their mouths shut, getting discouraging, RACIST ASS inbox messages back-to-back, and being on my period y'all are going to fucking hear me today.

First off:

To whichever dumbass decided to go on TikTok and run their mouth about what’s going on with the audios over here: what sense does that make? We are already walking on THIN ICE when it comes to writing fanfics (I don’t care if they aren’t new). You caused extreme discourse and got people unnecessarily bashed. This isn’t 2020. You can’t just do reckless shit like this and think it’s normal. I’m not gonna lie, I looked at the audio stuff weird too, but I learned to accept it because it was harmless. You do NOT have to share EVERY SINGLE THING we do on TikTok.

Secondly:

I’m on almost every social media platform for MJ, so I see how both sides act.

MJTT: Y'all need to stop treating him like a fucking child. If you were actually a real fan who listened to his lyrics instead of larping and just watching videos, you'd know MICHAEL IS A MAN! He had sexual urges and heavy innuendos in his songs. Break of Dawn is a prime fucking example.

MJBLR: Stop treating him strictly like a sex symbol. There is no reason why a wholesome fluff fic can't get even half the traction that a smut fic gets.

Thirdly:

This genuinely used to be a safe space. There is no reason why I shouldn't be able to enjoy every corner of this fandom. I can’t even browse MJ Pinterest in peace anymore because y'all want to spam AI images 24/7.

I’m watching people make the decision to leave, and I can’t even ask them to stay because I don’t even want to stay at this point. I am so grateful for all the love y'all have shown my fics and the amazing people I’ve met through this, but this is getting to be way too much. I am ten seconds away from archiving my TikTok videos and quitting writing for MJ altogether.

Y’all don’t make this shit fun anymore, and I’ve been in this fandom going on a DECADE. Get y'all shit together. Half of y’all are fully grown, and the other half are young as fuck, but either way, learn some basic INTERNET ETIQUETTE.

This might be my period talking, but I am utterly exhausted by the endless drama. Someone on here said "the Michael x reader tag is doomed," and she WAS NOT LYING. Y'all turned this into a toxic gossip and drama space over a man who has been dead for 18 years. We should be united, not divided, because that’s literally what he stood for.

Please do better and get it together. We have way too much real shit to worry about in life to be acting out over these useless, nothing-burger situations.

feenin4dietcoke

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#dietcoke reblogs!

𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ⋆˙⟡ ꨄ︎

summary: you had followed michael jackson around on his bad tour in hopes of getting to meet him one day. you attended another one of his shows in atlanta, in hopes of catching his attention. you wind up doing so, ending up in a situation you wouldn’t have dreamed of.

pairings: bad!michael x black fan!reader

cw: 18+ (mdni), unprotected sex, missionary, blowjob, facial(ish), reader is a lil delusional but DEDICATED mkay (i'm lowkey projecting...), sub!reader, dom!michael, one night stand (maybe hehe), we backstageee! also bill bray mentioned.

wc: 4,000k (on the dot. woohoo!)

a/n: listened to groupie love by lana del rey and came up with this on the fly at like 3am.

!!! my writing is strictly fiction and not meant to be realistic. i’m just a silly fangirl with a big imagination. ◡̈

(not proofread. give me grace lol. reblogs appreciated! also, this is all mine, i absolutely do not support ai.)

1988 - 𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖, 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙖

you prepared all day for this night to come: nails freshly done, hair done in tight curls from the flexi rods that sat in for hours, and even a brand new outfit.

you were almost certain that tonight would be the night michael would notice you. hell, he should've with all the effort you put in.

you had been shamelessly following him around on tour. so far, you've seen him in new york, indianapolis, houston, and now atlanta. it wasn't cheap, but you honestly felt like your life depended on it.

every show, you had arrived several hours early to hopefully talk to him, failing each time. the second night in new york, he did smile and wave towards the crowd you were in, but you were almost certain it was at you.

your friends told you that you've gone off the rails, but who would possibly ever miss up the opportunity of meeting their celebrity crush? you knew it was bound to happen. it felt so right.

you were currently sitting outside, the humid georgia air most likely sweating out your delicate curls. it was still light outside since it was only 4:30pm. the opening act didn't even start til 7pm. there were other fans outside too, holding posters, records, and wearing t-shirts with his face on it.

you wore a button up blouse with a couple buttons undone with the intent of catching michael's attention. and denim shorts. party on the top, casual on the bottom.

you had wondered if you were wasting your time considering you've only had some luck once. as if on command, that's when you spot a black limousine pull towards the stadium.

the sound of people's screams and chants brought you out of your thoughts. you squinted your eyes to catch a better view of who might be in the limousine. the window rolled down, and there he was. it looked as if he were sitting right next to bill.

your heart immediately dropped from your chest to the sweltering pavement below you. you frantically waved your hand, calling his name. you watched as he smiled and waved at everyone. he looked across the small crowd, before he laid his eyes on where you were standing, and blew a kiss.

it was almost as if your soul left your body. you just knew that kiss was for you.

he then turned to bill to mumble a couple of words. you notice bill kind of scan the crowd and nod.

you were so swoon from the air-kiss he sent towards you, you didn't even bother to fully take in bill and michael's short exchange. you couldn't help but smile to yourself like a complete maniac. you were in a full-fledged trance before fans rushed towards the limousine, some bodies knocking right into you.

you stumble, falling right on your butt. you quickly stood back to your feet to avoid being trampled, mumbling curse words to whoever bumped into you. some people were so inconsiderate, it made no sense. you knew for sure your hair frizzed up.

nonetheless, you still tried to join the crowd, but by the time you made your way through, the limo had already drove through the gates. you groaned, rolling your eyes.

you really could've had a chance. but, you're not giving up anytime soon.

-----

you decided to make your way towards the stadium entrance before the line got ridiculously long.

you waited as patiently as you could, but the anticipation flooding your body from head to toe. it didn't matter how many times you saw michael live, each time was so breathtaking. he was so talented, words couldn't even begin to describe it. you admired how he made it his life's purpose to perfect his craft. seeing someone with as much passion as him was inexpressibly attractive.

you finally got to the box office to get your ticket redeemed.

"ticket, please?" the counter lady spoke through the fuzzy speaker, popping the small bubbles in her gum.

you started digging through your pockets to pull out the ticket. for some reason, it felt empty. you frantically began checking each one over and over, sheer panic plastered over your face.

"... did you purchase a ticket?" the counter lady got impatient, smacking the gum around in her mouth.

"yes! i swear i did! it should be somewhere in here, honest to god!" frustration laced your voice. people behind you in line shared concerned glances with each other, some getting impatient with you.

"c-can i just step aside really quickly? will you let me back in line?" you ask.

"yeah, no. i gotta tear all these tickets before the show starts. you'd have to go to the back," the counter lady blew a bubble, letting it pop on its own. "sorry. next!"

"what?! i paid for my ticket just like everyone else! you have to let me in!" you argued, your voice raising loud enough for the people already inside the stadium to hear you.

"no physical ticket, no physical entrance, ma'am! now please step aside before i call security!" her voice started to become choppy, the static of the speaker drowning her out.

you rolled your eyes, huffing and puffing. you fixed your lips to speak before being interrupted by a manly voice from behind you.

"excuse me?"

you turned around with attitude, already annoyed with the counter lady who was giving you a hard time. that’s when you actually realized who was talking to you.

“is there a problem?”

bill bray stood in a tan fedora and all black outfit. his stance was stoic: arms crossed and brows furrowed.

you started to speak again, but this time, you didn’t know what words were gonna come out.

“can you kick her out already?!” a voice spoke from the line.

“come stand over this way.” he nodded his head to a secluded corner.

at this point, you absolutely knew it was over. you followed his lead, propping your back against the wall and crossing your arms against your chest.

bill looked at you for a minute before speaking. the stoic look on his face softened as he lifted his finger to speak.

“wait, weren’t you just standing by the limos? you fell, didn’t you?” he cocked his head to the side as if seeing you at a different angle would solidify the familiarity he felt.

“um… yeah.” you admit, embarrassed that he saw you fall. “i think my ticket got lost out there. i promise i wasn’t trying to get in for free. i’ve been following michael the past couple of weeks. i just…” you spoke, rambling on about your frustrations.

bill interrupted you. “he noticed you. he knows who you are.”

your expression dropped, completely taken back by what bill just said. you could’ve fell out right then and there. you took a deep breath to stabilize yourself. you absolutely cannot pass out.

“i’ll tell you what,” bill put his hand on your shoulder as if he were helping you come back down to earth. “i’ll give you backstage passes for you and your friends. how’s that sound?”

“i-i didn’t bring any friends. ‘s just me.” you mumbled.

“even better. i think michael would love to meet you.”

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here you were, somehow ending up backstage when you could have sworn you were going to get dragged out of the arena.

your heart was beating out of your chest and your foot couldn’t stop tapping the ground. the thought of actually meeting michael made your face unbearably hot. your hands constantly fidgeted with the yellow lanyard that sat around your neck holding a card that read “V.I.P. Backstage - Bad Tour, 1988, USA”

bill had brought you to the green room where michael’s team had assortments of small snacks and drinks. he told you to help yourself, but all your nerves could handle was a small water bottle.

you had watched as the crew scrambled around, preparing to set up for the opener’s show. you took a sip of your water to ground yourself. you could pinch yourself over and over again to make sure this was real, but with the adrenaline running through your veins, you probably still couldn’t feel a thing.

people came and went from the green room. you had met michael’s makeup artist, the main sound designer, and a backup dancer. you were pleased to meet them all and told them how much you admired all of their dedication to the tour. but, each time that door would swing open, your nervousness would shoot through the roof thinking it was him.

almost on command, the door swung open again. you whipped your head towards the door.

michael fucking jackson stood right there. his curls framed his muscular face, eyes big and glistening. his slender body slowly walked through the green room with so much confidence and ease. it was undeniably sexy.

your heart raced so fast, you were almost sure he could probably hear it. each step he took, your heart would thud.

bill stood to his feet, straightening out slacks.

“michael, i’ve got a lady i think you’d like to meet.”

michael’s eyes lit up, his eyebrows slightly raising. bill glanced at you. you stood to your feet, clearing your throat and running your palm through your hair to straighten up your curls.

you turned to face him and you both immediately locked eyes. you felt your skin physically melt off of your flesh. your throat suddenly felt tight.

michael smiled, nodding at you. “hey, i remember you. c’mere.”

he opened his arms and you instinctively fell right into them. you melted into his chest. he smelled expensive: notes of a rich vanilla and a woody, musk scent.

you both broke from the embrace. the only word you could get out was “wow.”

he chuckled, nervously bringing his hand to his smile. you thought there was absolutely no way he acted shy in front of you like he was the one fangirling.

bill smiled watching the exchange before speaking. “i’ll leave you both to it.”

bill turned on his heel, heading towards the door. your heart dropped for the umpteenth time. bill really left you both.

alone.

the door shut behind him, leaving you both in a weird silence before michael spoke.

“how many shows have you been to? i feel like i keep seeing you.” he had the same boyish grin he always had in interviews. it’s just now seeing it up close and in person absolutely changed something in you.

you regrettably started to feel a familiar heat building in your core.

“i saw you twice in new york, once in houston, once in indianapolis, and i’m seeing you tonight.” you spoke clearly, despite the multiple different emotions you were feeling internally.

he gasped surprisingly. “that is real dedication. i’m glad you’re enjoying the shows.”

you both started chatting it up. he asked you your name and where you were from. you asked him how his family was and how tours have been for him. you had adored the way he engaged in conversation with you as if you were both two normal humans. as if you weren’t talking to the literal king of pop.

you noticed his eyes traveled to your chest a couple times during the conversations. you could see him shift at times as if he were trying to get more comfortable. you acted as if you didn’t notice, all innocent like and eyes fluttering. in reality, your whole body pulsed with excitement and slight arousal.

something about him made you feel comfortable enough to just completely be yourself. although you just offically met, it’s like the nervousness went away. it felt like you were talking to a long time friend.

at one point, conversation died down before he spoke again.

“would you be interested in… seeing my dressing room?” he looked at you with his big bambi eyes.

your heart skipped a beat. michael jackson was asking you to join him in his dressing room.

who were you to decline?

────୨ৎ────

michael closed the door behind you, fidgeting with the lock until it clicked.

you took in your surroundings: flowers set on the big vanity, fan mail plastered all over a couch that sat in the corner, and makeup brushes and wedges were spread across the table. his belts sat on the waist of a mannequin next to the mirror.

“this is where the magic happens.” he smirked, adjusting his collar.

you look back at him, his eyes catching yours. you noticed again how his eyes grazed over your body in curiosity. he caught his bottom lip between his teeth and caught your eyes again.

“you liking what you’re seeing or something?” you boldly teased. the words fell out of your mouth before you could even fully comprehend what it was you were saying.

his eyes widened a little, taken back by your statement. but curiosity still lingered in him. he wanted to see just how far you’d really go.

“you’re a pretty girl. y’know that?” he stepped closer to you, closing the gap between you until your faces were inches apart.

you felt the heat in your body come to the surface. you were almost certain steam would come off of you at any given moment.

“is that so?” you grin, grazing your tongue across your lips.

he watched the action. his pants suddenly started to feel tight around him.

“i’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me,” you added. “tell me. what do you want?”

you brought your lips to his ear and whispered. you could see the peach fuzz on his face stand. he shuddered, shaking off the chills you gave him.

“how do you know, hmm?” he hummed, his eyes half-lidded with lust. he looked down at you. his eyes were slightly glossed over. “what if i was just curious?”

“curiosity kills the cat, michael. y’wanna start something you can’t finish?” you answered, almost in a daring tone.

this was not something michael would normally do. the first night he saw you in new york, he knew he wanted to get to know you a little better. he didn’t realize his pure luck when he saw you again today.

the anticipation killed him. he brought his large hands to cusp your face and immediately crashed into your lips with hunger, taking your breath away.

his lips felt so soft against yours. they moved together in a rhythm as if your bodies were already connected.

his tongue grazed across your lips for entrance. you let him in, deepening the kiss. you felt the wetness pool in your panties as his hands roamed from your jaw down to your waist.

he pulled away, saliva connecting you both. “y’gonna be all mines for tonight?”

you nodded, a small smile stretching across your lips. he kissed you once more.

he made his way over to the couch, moving the fan mail to the other side. he sat down, lightly manspreading. he curled two fingers to motion you over towards him.

“show me what you got, pretty girl.”

you got on your knees between his legs. you looked up to him before moving, eyes finding his. the way your lashes fanned around your eyes made michael’s heart skip a beat.

you brought your hand to the button of his pants, slowly unbuttoning. you then let down the fly of his pants. he lifted his hips to help you pull them down. you hooked your fingers between the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down gently.

his dick sprang up, hitting him on his stomach with a light thud. your eyes widened at the thickness. he had to be every bit of 9 inches.

you moan at the thought of taking it all in with your mouth, causing it to start to water.

you brought your hand to his shaft, gripping onto it, stroking it up and down. he let out a breathy moan, precum oozing from his tip.

you brought your thumb to the tip, smearing the precum aimlessly. you then brought your lips to the head of his cock, trailing kisses all the way down to the base.

you held eye contact the whole time. his face scrunched at every point of contact made on him. he was achingly hard, his dick twitching in your hand.

you stuck your tongue out and licked from the base to the tip before finally taking him into your mouth.

his hips bucked, a vocal groan flying from his soft lips.

“mmm, you’re dangerous, aren’t you… oh god.” he brought his hand to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of hair to guide you up and down.

your cheeks were hollowed out and your eyes watered. he couldn’t help but think you looked even prettier with tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, your lashes clumping together from the tears that dared to fall down.

the sight of you down on him like this made his stomach flip. he let out a whimper, his head falling back on the couch.

the hand on your head pushed down, lips all the way down at the base. you felt his tip at the very back of your throat.

his groans got heavier and louder. “f-fuck baby… mmm just like that. y’gonna make me cum… shit.”

you bobbed your head up and down quickly, taking him all in to the best of your ability. you gagged, lifting your head to half the amount of inches down your throat. you brought your hand around what you couldn’t take, stroking up and down. your saliva formed a ring on the base of his dick, the wet sounds of your hands stroking filling the air.

you felt his dick twitch in your mouth, a silent sign of him almost climaxing. your thighs began to clench, wanting to feel some sort of pressure on your clit.

“oh shit… i-i’m cumming… oh god, you’re a dirty girl. y-you’re so… dirty.”

you moaned on him, sending vibrations through the both of you.

he started to ramble broken sentences, his groans and moans interrupting each word. he tugged on your hair, lifting you off of his inches, and slapped his tip on your lips.

he stroked at a fast face. you opened your mouth, your tongue sticking out against the head of his dick.

he let out one long groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. white liquid came rushing from his tip, coating your tongue with his load.

he opened his eyes and looked down at the sight. you closed your mouth to swallow every drop of him, opening your mouth back up to prove it’s all gone.

he let go of your hair and cupped your face with his hand, guiding you back to his face. he sweetly kissed your lips.

“lay down.” he commanded.

you got up on the couch, laying down on your back just as he asked.

he trailed kisses from behind your ear down to your neck before stopping at your pulse point. he lightly circled his tongue around it before sucking.

you moaned, your teeth tugging your bottom lip. he huffed, taking in your natural scent. it made him dizzy and immediately sent pulses back down to his cock.

he brought a hand to your denim shorts, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and tugging them down swiftly.

he brought his lips back to yours, his tongue immediately wrestling with yours, the sweet taste of you making his body heat up.

he broke the kiss, bringing his attention to his dick. he pumped it a couple times before lining up with your entrance.

he swiped his tip in between your folds, collecting your wetness before inserting.

his dick slowly started to open you up, your entrance immediately swallowing up the first inch. you both moaned at feeling each other for the first time.

he brought your legs up for a better angle, your thighs hitting your chest. he dug another two inches inside of you, causing you to see stars.

“that feel good, baby?” he whispered.

you looked up at him, nodding frantically.

“give me more. i can take it.” you flirted through breathy moans.

with that, he went deeper. all the breath in your lungs left. you moaned, brows furrowing together in pleasure.

you looked up at him, his mouth clung open. he slowly pumped in and out of you, trying to get you adjusted.

his curls stuck to his temple, sweat dripping from his face. you could not believe you were fucking michael jackson.

after getting you adjusted, he started to grind into you faster, his hips rolling back and forth.

“god. you’re so tight.” he huffed.

“give me all of you, baby. c’mon… mmm… fuck me good.”

he bucked his hips, shoving the rest of his inches in you. your head hit the back of the couch, back arching and toes curling.

you cursed loudly, broken moans filling the dressing room.

the smell of sex had you both feeling euphoric, chasing a high you both desperately needed without realizing it.

michael plowed into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing. he brought his hand to your clit, rubbing fast, pressured circles.

“f-fuck mike— oh my god.” you whimpered, bringing your hand to your lips.

he quickly brought his other hand to your wrist, moving your hand from your lips down to your belly. he laid his hand on top of yours.

with each stroke, you could feel the buldge in your stomach.

“who’s pussy is this, hmm?” he asked. “let me hear you, pretty girl.”

“it-it’s yours. fuck, i’m all yours…” you breathed out.

he grinned seeing you completely unravel like this in front of him. you didn’t seem so nervous anymore.

“cum for me, baby.” his voice was low and coated with lust.

you felt the familiar heat rise in your core. a sudden, aggressive orgasm ripped through you. you could feel the wetness drip out of you.

michael continued to fuck into you through your orgasm, chasing one of his own. eventually, he started to whimper. he pulled out and stroked himself hungrily. he finished on your leg, humming loudly throughout his second orgasm.

you both huffed, trying to catch your breaths. he planted kisses on your forehead before standing up to find a towel.

he found one hanging off the side of the vanity and wiped your leg.

you smirked at him as he wiped you up.

“all that dirty dancing you do on stage is really how you move.”

he smiled, hiding his face from you.

“no need to be shy now, honey.” you laughed.

he went to grab your undies and shorts and dressed you.

“i don’t dirty dance.” he mumbled.

“what was that?” you teased.

he started to chuckle, fixing his lips to speak before a loud knock startled you both.

“makeup in 10!” a voice shouted from the door.

michael picked up his boxers and slacks off the ground, quickly sliding them back on.

“y’better get on going. you got a show to perform.” you looked at him.

he looked back at you, a wide smile plastered across his face.

“you’ll be out there, yeah? cheering for me?” he asked, holding his hand out to help you from the couch.

you take his hand in yours, standing to your feet.

“like always.” you reassure.

he makes his way towards the door, unlocking it.

“can’t wait to see you not dirty dance.” you spoke behind him, your tone coated in sarcasm.

he whipped his head around, shooting you a wink before opening the door and walking out.

here you are, alone in michael jackson’s dressing room.

you turn and face the mirror and gasp. your curls had fallen, mascara ran down your face, lips puffy and pink.

you looked absolutely fucked out.

but you were right where you wanted to be.

you were the luckiest girl in all of atlanta, georgia.

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⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ imagine crossing paths with your ex boyfriend after not seeing him in 10 years.

1988 - 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮

you see him across the room, colored lights dazzling and room hazy from the cigarette smoke that clung to the air.

his eyes are unmistakable— big, brown doe eyes that could be spotted from a mile away. his stare so strong, you felt it burn into your back. it felt so familiar, you had no choice but to turn around.

“hi, doll.” his voice was almost a whisper, but you could hear it perfectly fine despite the loud music flooding your ear drums.

“hey.” you toss your hand up, giving a small wave. you could feel your face heat up, almost certain your cheeks were turning pink.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he smirked.

you nodded, taken back by his want to make small talk.

it’s not that things ended badly. it was mutual. he was busy perfecting his craft, touring the world, and changing lives. you had enough on your plate trying to keep your business afloat. your love was never lost, it was just absent.

but now here it is again. standing in front of you: hands shaky, curls framing his face, and a smile that couldn’t be wiped away.

“let me buy you a drink.”

and the rest of the night followed. small talk turned into full debriefs, catching each other up on everything you've missed these past years: his adventures around the world, your business gaining more traction, finally getting you to move from california to new york city.

he was beaming, excitement almost oozing from his pores. he talked about how he’s got shows this weekend in the city and would love to come and visit you. you slightly shrug it off, but the idea lingers in the back of your mind for the rest of the night.

once the night dies down, people began to leave the club, packing in their limousines and escort cars. michael insists he walks you to your car. you tell him you had walked here because it’s only a block from your penthouse.

so, he walks you home.

the new york air was chilly by this time. you weren’t wearing anything too warm either. you weren’t planning on staying long at the club either. you’ve been so lonely in new york, you came tonight just to meet "new people."

you didn’t know the "new people" you’d meet would be someone you had unfinished business with.

michael offered you his jacket.

“no, it’s fine i promise. we’re almost there anyway.” you’d protest.

he took his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders anyway. his smell clung to the material. he smelled of his natural pheromones and a nostalgic, rich cologne that sent so many memories to your mind. you smiled to yourself.

you asked him what he had been doing at the club by himself and you were surprised when his response was similar to your reason. you’d think the biggest pop star would have access to anything around him.

but truth be told, money or fame can’t buy real connections. you knew it all too well.

when you finally made it to the front door of the building, he stopped and faced you.

“i had fun with you tonight. i miss.. y’know,” he pointed between you and him. “this.”

your face hurt from all the smiling you did tonight. “i miss it too.”

you both stare at each other for a minute. despite the city streets being dark, not much light anywhere but the street lamps, he practically glowed. in a places full of mundane life and hopelessness, he always stood out.

you stared at his lips and for a moment, you felt yourself gravitate towards them. craving a taste. you wanted to feel his lips on yours for the first time again.

that’s when he fixed his lips, positioning himself closer to you. he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours sweetly.

his lips were so soft, it melted right against yours. something in you sparked, like a firework set off in your chest. the feeling of him was indescribable; it made your head spin.

he pulled back to get a good look at you: lips slightly pink from your lip gloss, eyes glossed over, skin glowing under the starlight.

he smiled that boyish, crooked smile he always smiled whenever he kissed you. you brought something out of him that made him feel special. you made him feel like a little boy again.

“i’ll leave you to it.” he smirked, licking his lips.

your breath caught in your throat. you had so much to say but not enough time as he already started to walk away.

you watched him walk away again.

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when you got back to your penthouse, you set your bag down with a sigh. you plopped yourself on the couch letting your mind race.

how could you be so stupid? why didn’t you say anything?

you brought you hands to your face and got a whiff of that familiar scent.

you were still wearing his jacket.

an idea sparked through your head as your hands traveled to the pockets. you moved your fingers around curiously until you felt something that felt like a balled up piece of paper. you grabbed it between your fingers and unraveled it.

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