For showing her support against genocide she was FIRED from Scream 7. An article states it’s because she was leaning into antisemitism by an Instagram story she posted in which she said the media is not showing both sides of Palestine and Israel. Personally I feel it’s a way for producers or the studio, whatever, to tip toe around the fact that Jenna Ortega also voiced her support for Palestine and they don’t want to fire her to continue to bring in her audience.
To say that she denounces genocide and the murders of innocent people, she was fired from a franchise that she was their lead for the last two films raking in Millions. Sick af. If Scream 7 goes forward, I’m not watching it. I don’t care how stacked the cast is or even if Neve Campbell returns. It’s over for them.
They’ve killed the franchise for me. I’m good.
Don’t come in this post talking out the side of your neck about Palestine & the genocide. I’m pro Palestine and that’s all that needs to be said today.
🐆💋 — bad era michael, but you both are drunk and at the club, the music is playing loud, you’re dancing with him. his thigh is between your legs as you guys share a glass, probably something extremely strong. your eyesight is a little blurry but nothing too bad. tonight he has his shades on, and has a smirk on his face as he stares at you. your lipstick covering his face and lips. your lipstick is smudged on your nose and chin but you don’t mind and neither does he. michael’s hands stay on your back, rubbing your body through your dress as his lips drag down from your neck to the valley of your chest. his lips are sucking your skin, carefully as he whispers sweet nothings. he’ll move his hands down to your thigh, fingertips caressing your skin before bringing them back up to your waist, pulling your closer to him. your pussy is soaking your panties as he makes you grind his thigh just a little, needing to see that wetness on his pants when he gets out of this club. you can’t really hear him because of the music but he’s not bothered by it because when the two of you get into his limo, he’ll repeat his words and more.
❛ michael jackson!bad era 𝑥 𝒇!model reader ❜ ╱ 18+ mdni! not proofread...
𝒸ontent ⓘ continuation of this concept! after finding out about a campaign you did with michael’s rival through the front page of vogue, he can’t help but be a bit jealous.
“this is a big opportunity, this could make or break your career.” your manager spoke through the receiver of the phone. you stopped for a moment to consider, biting your lip in thought.
“fine.” your manager had gotten you a big high fashion campaign deal with another artist, and one that happened to have been michael’s rival. prince. you really had no choice, the team behind the deal wanted you, specifically.
the campaign wrapped about a week ago and you hadn’t thought much of it since. sure, the photos were beautiful. versace had flown the two of you out to milan, dressed you in ridiculous amounts of black silk and gold jewelry, and had you posed next to prince for three days straight. that was it, that was the job and nothing more. you had already moved on and to booking your next job, but michael apparently had not.
you noticed it immediately as soon as you got to his hotel suite in new york, where you had been doing some press for the campaign and he was working on some projects.
he was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other with an open magazine on his lap. you felt your stomach drop as soon as you recognized the cover “VOGUE” and specifically that issue, the one that featured your campaign. before you could even greet the man, he spoke first.
“so.. how’s prince?” he asked dryly, flipping a page of the magazine as if he couldn’t care less. unfortunately for him, the jealousy practically radiating from him said otherwise. you slowly approached him, setting down your bags.
“michael.” you sat down beside him, his eyes still glued to the page, which was a photograph of you and prince, sitting on a black velvet couch with his arms wrapped around you. “you’ve been staring at this magazine all week, huh?” you teased.
his eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the dark jealousy that clouded his expression. “i have not.” he tried to act unbothered, when really he couldn’t stand seeing this man’s hands on you.
“you know, it’s just posing right?” your eyes couldn’t leave his expression, the tension in his body as he gawked at the photographs and mumbled an ‘mhm’ in response.
“michael, you got an attitude.” you retorted, in which he looked at you offended.
“i do not.” “yes you do.” “i don’t.” “you do.”
you two went back and forth, until you confronted him.
“then why haven’t you been able to put this thing down and actually look at me?” your tone laced with annoyance now. you two really never fought but michael was stubborn and could never fully express how he was feeling, so you had to argue it out of him. the silence that followed your question was devastating because he had no answer, none at all.
“that’s what i thought.” you backed up and slumped back in the couch. you loved the man but holy was he a handful when he’s jealous.
“i just think it’s funny..” his jaw tightened.
“funny?” you asked.
“yeah,” your eyes rolled as you already knew where this was going, “funny how y’all look real comfortable.” he muttered.
you sighed and buried your face in your hands, “oh my goood.” you couldn’t help but laugh at this man’s words.
“what?” he looked at you confused now.
“you’re soo jealous.” you laughed in his face, which started to heat up with redness.
“i’m not jealous.” “you are.” “i’m not.” you two went back and forth again.
“you bought the magazine.” you confronted him.
“i buy magazines, so what?”
“you bought vogue.” he was silent for a moment because you knew him all too well.
“… that ain’t the point.”
you couldn’t contain your laughter, nearly falling off the couch while michael watched you with complete seriousness, which made you laugh almost even harder. you loved pushing your man’s buttons because he tolerated you so well.
michael huffed and tossed the magazine onto the coffee table, “you know what your problem is?” you looked at him in disbelief, but decided to hear him out.
“my problem?”
“yeah.”
you crossed your arms, “what’s my problem, michael?”
he gestured towards the ‘zine. “you don’t see what everybody else sees,” his confidence now deteriorated as a little flash of honesty escaped before he could stop it. his eyes dropped to floor. “you looked so pretty..”
your expression softened immediately while he shrugged, acting like he didn’t sulk over the column all week. “everybody keeps talkin’ about those pictures,” he continued, “about you and him.” the jealousy act was starting to make sense now.
because deep down michael knows you would never do anything, but he spent that time while you were gone listening to reporters and media hosts pairing you with someone else.
you sighed as you reached over to grab his hand, “michael,” he finally looked up at you and really looked at you this time. “there isnt a single person in the world i’d rather come home to than you.” the stubborn pout he had on his face finally starting to crack slowly.
“you sure?” he asked, which made you laugh again.
“yes, i’m very sure.” your fingers interlocked with his now.
“positive?” he continued.
“michael.”
“just askin’.” he babbled.
“must i prove it?” you asked, an intriguing look now covered his face.
“hm.. maybe.” he watched as you slowly slipped onto his lap, nowhere to keep his eyes but on you now.
you bit your lip, just a little, as his hands found their usual favorite place. your waist. slowly but surely, you placed a soft and airy kiss on his lips before they continued to move in sync. there was something about the way michael kissed you, all the pent up jealousy and ache from not being able to see you pouring into your mouth as his hands ran up and down your waist. shortly after, his sneaky hands moved down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass, giving it a squeeze. you moaned a little into his mouth with a smile as it caught you off guard, a satisfied smile earned from him as well.
your lips moved their way from his cheek to his jaw, hearing the tiny huff of air leave his mouth as he tried hard not to make noise while your lips kissed along his jawline to behind his ear, “look at my pretty baby..” you whispered tiny praises in his ear before giving his lobe a little tug with your teeth. you drove him absolutely crazy, his hips bucked a bit as he was growing impatient. he needed you, bad.
you sucked the soft skin on his neck for a moment, his tiny whines coming through every now and then as he massaged your ass as you continued moving down. he watched as he licked his lips, already knowing what was coming.
you were now kneeled in between his knees, fumbling with the belt on his jeans as he watched in amusement, man spreading a little further to give you room. you unbuttoned his pants and pulled his layers off, your big eyes never leaving his. he loved watching you like this, holding eye contact with you while doing such acts.
he helped you by pushing some of your hair away from your face and holding it back for you with one hand as you took his erection in your hand, already dripping with precum, “my baby’s eager, hm?” you kept your eyes on him while your hand pumped up and down his shaft, your thumb running over the tip and teasing him. he nodded in agreement as his chest lifted up and down from the overwhelming pleasure of just your tiny hands.
“please, baby..” he whined under his breath, his free hand, gently gripping the cushions. a smirk crept up on your face as you licked up his shaft, barely licking the tip to tease him. you loved watching him struggle from the immense pleasure of your touch, because when you’re away from him he doesn’t even bother touching himself at all. he feels its not worth it if it’s not you who is making him feel so good.
you decided that was enough teasing, he already had to endure the torture of seeing you with his rival in close proximity and now that you’re here, you’re teasing him endlessly, he didn’t find that fair. your hands kept their pace at the bottom of his shaft as you sucked on the tip and continued down, his sweet moans filling the room. you’d gag every now and then which would snap michael out of his trance because your comfortability was always first. he caressed your glowing face with his free hand, his eyebrows knit in as he watched your head bob up and down his length, causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. by this point, your hands were rested on his knees while your mouth was doing majority of the work now. tongue swirling around his shaft as you puckered your lips and sucked his tip.
his head was thrown back now as he tried so hard to resist the urge to just hold your head and fuck your throat. his breaths were short and quick, moans turning into loud whimpers, this was how you knew your man was close to his release.
“yes angel- just like- ah! just like that.” he affirmed in a moan as your pace quickened, your tear filled eyes watching his face which turned you on so bad. watching him experience such pleasure could make you finish right there with him. his gaze returned back to yours as he couldn’t take much more, he bucked his hips into your jaw, thrusting into your throat as you moaned against his length. that was his breaking point.
with one last thrust, he groaned as his release shot to the back of your throat, swallowing it immediately. you bobbed your head a few more times to get every last bit before pulling off of his dick. his chest continued heaving as you licked your lips, making your way back up to kiss him again. he stood up from the couch while holding your hands to help you up with him before breaking the kiss momentarily to remove the rest of his clothing, helping you remove yours—leaving you in just your bra and panties, which he preferred anyways.
“you’re so perfect.” he spoke lowly as the lingerie decorated your perfect body. he had pictures of you like this hidden away in his wallet, just for his eyes only. a soft blush covered your cheeks, he always knew how to leave you smitten.
connecting your lips again, he held the small of your back and led you to the king sized bed, laying down as you hovered over him. your palms rested on his chest before roaming it. he loved the way your touch felt against his skin, it was something he craved daily whenever you were away. without wasting time, he unclasped your bra with one hand and tossed it to the floor, which caused you to giggle at how eager he was. he sighed as he took one of your breasts to his mouth while his hand massaged the other one, pinching at your nipple. you hissed in pleasure as you watched him, grinding your clothed core against his bare cock. his voice hummed in pleasure, slightly jerking as he was still sensitive from before. his hands and mouth switched places while yours gripped his shoulders, working yourself up as your hips continued.
“look at you,” he said in between kisses and sucks, “so needy for me, just me,” he continued, “not that guy.” you knew exactly who he was referring to. a part of you secretly liked when michael got jealous, despite how stubborn he gets, it makes him ten times hotter knowing that he wants to prove so desperately that you’re his only.
he removed his mouth and took a moment to take in the beauty that was in front of him, caressing your bare body before hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down. you helped him get them off, kicking them to the side before placing yourself back on his lap. he positioned himself at your entrance with some help from you, whining the moment the head barely got pushed in.
“i love you, i love you..” you cried out in bliss as your lowered yourself down onto him, his hands on each side of your hips to help you.
“i love you too baby,” he choked out, “sosososo much.” he moaned quietly.
your pace was slow at first, adjusting to his size since it’s been months since you two made love. both of your sinful noises filling each others ears as your softness suffocated him each time you lowered back down fully. the way he looked under you was something so satisfyingly beautiful as you gave into him. the way a few wavy strands of hair framed his face so perfectly. no matter what the tabloids said, or what the reporters or press said, michael was the only man for you.
your kept your pace up, hands rested on his chest while your nails gently dug into his skin—until he held you up, haltering your movement to buck his hips up into you, fucking into your cunt that dripped with arousal. he could tell you missed him by the pretty cries that left your mouth.
“fuck- don’t stop-“ you sobbed out as your head fell back, one of your hands moving to your breast to fondle with. the sight alone made michael want to fill you up right there. but instead, in a swift motion, he moved you onto your back and continued to relentlessly pound into you. he felt your erect nipples against his bare chest as he kept his eyes on you.
“who can fuck you like this, baby?” he managed while he slowed his thrusts momentarily to keep you needy.
“no one-“ you replied in a whine.
“ and who do you belong to, angel?” he continued while watching your expressions of pleasure.
“you- ah-“ your eyes teary from the knot building in your lower abdomen. michael could feel you squeezing around him as he would pull out terribly slow and thrust back in roughly.
“nah, what’s my name baby?” he licked his lips as he forced you to speak to earn your release. he wanted to hear you screaming his name and his only.
“mikey-“ you whined.
“uht-uh- what’s my name?” he pulled completely out.
“michael!” you cried out once again, a satisfied smirk plastered on michael’s mischievous face.
“good girl.” he praised before penetrating your needy hole once again, weaving your lips together in a passionate kiss. his cock stretched you as he continued his fast paced thrusts once again, giving his girl what she wants.
“cum in me- please.” you cut away from the kiss and begged in his ear as he held your legs from your outer thighs, pulling you in closer.
“whatever my baby wants.” he hummed. after a few more thrusts, he slammed into you one last time as the both of you reached your climax, filling you up the way you craved. the sensation causing you to buzz with your shaky legs wrapped around him.
you held him close as he throbbed inside of you while you two caught your breath. you couldn’t help but admire the way his dewey skin glowed from the orange sunset peaking through the windows. his eyes wandered your face as he placed on last kiss on your lips before whispering an ‘i love you’ and slowly pulling out of your warmth. you hummed against his lips, watching as he slowly stood up to find his jeans.
he flicked his eyes to his watch as he pulled them up and buttoned them, “we got a dinner reservation at 8PM, my love. i’ll go run a warm shower for you.” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving to the bathroom.
you laid there for a moment until deciding to get up from the bed to follow him, “we could always share a shower and save some water?” he smiled at you with a small nip of his bottom lip at the idea before nodding in agreement.
“just don’t hog all the hot water.” he argued.
you snickered and lightly hit his back, “shut up.” climbing in as he followed after you.
you both got ready and got driven to the restaurant, michael never letting go of your hand the whole way there til you two got to your seats. the night was filled with good food, the most delicious red wine which he knew was your favorite, and shared stories. the whole jealousy fit completely dispersed from the air now.
━ SUMMARY: when a phone call with his producer cuts into your date night, you decide to take matters into your own hands or mouth
━ CONTENT: 18+, smut, cursing, giving michael a blowjob while he’s on the phone, established relationship, mike’s down bad what’s new, oral m & f receiving he eats it like it’s his last meal, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of jealous michael bc why not, unprotected sex!!! (not a good idea y’all be safe out there), creampie, switch michael supremacy, them fuckin on the living room couch….idk they’re young & in love leave them alone
━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i implore you to imagine off the wall michael with this one… (post otw but pre thriller) he was pregnant with the lady in my life here. idk let’s just imagine he was an absolute freak in the sheets during this time, mans was topping charts & winning awards nobody could stop him
Exactly forty-seven minutes had passed since Michael answered the call from Quincy.
“This’ll only take ten minutes.” His famous last words were uttered through a smile when he first held the phone to his ear, His producer’s voice audible even from where you sat on the other end of the couch.
You kept yourself busy with twiddling thumbs, ready to resume the rest of your evening, when ten minutes came and went. Then twenty— then thirty— leaving you to wonder if you’d ever get your boyfriend back at all.
Michael mouthed a voiceless, “I’m sorry” as he carried on the conversation nearly an hour later.
Your legs crossed and uncrossed against the couch cushions, as you picked at the bowl of popcorn in your lap. You listened to him talk, your gaze trailing over to where his fingers were wrapped in the phone cord, twisting and twirling as he went on and on about the sound of his next album.
You were supposed to be having a movie night tonight. It was a rare occurrence; Michael having the house to himself. He was excited to have you over, just the two of you, alone.
Although, he did love having you around his family— loved parading you around in front of his brothers.
He’d spent far too long listening to them give him a hard time. All their remarks about “when little mikey would ever get a girl.” So when you came into his life, he didn’t hesitate to show you off. You were just so perfect, and you were his.
He thanked his lucky stars for that late night at Quincy’s house. You’d met there when Michael was arriving to work on some demos and you were just heading out. You caught his attention immediately.
The producer’s house was always a revolving door of new faces, but you, he’d never seen you before. He would’ve remembered a pretty face like that— such delicate eyes, and the most mesmerizing smile he’d ever seen. He was instantly infatuated.
You made your exit after a quick introduction where Michael learned you were a close family friend of Quincy’s. You rushed out the door, assuring them that you didn’t want to “impose” and that you were “just leaving.” But Michael nearly begged you to stay. A three minute conversation wasn’t enough, he needed more. And despite his best efforts, he was less than subtle when he could barely wait for the door to close at your heels before asking about you— he was just too eager. Eager to know more, to hear your voice again, he was so determined that he got your phone number from Quincy and called you the very next day.
And while you were thankful that their close-knit relationship led to date nights snuggled next to Michael on his couch, you didn’t love that it also meant the two of them would be having brainstorming sessions at nine o’clock on a Saturday night.
Which is exactly why Michael had spent the better half of an hour talking on the phone, only sparing you a few glances and a handful of apologetic smiles.
It didn’t bother you, not really, but sitting there, watching his long slender fingers play with the coils of the telephone and seeing how his brows furrowed as he took charge of the conversation, made your thighs clench.
There was an undeniable heat running rampant between you, a raging, sweltering fire that neither of you were interested in putting out. Everything was just so new and addicting. The mutual infatuation was all consuming, both of you living in desperation for just a single minute alone so you could get your hands on each other.
And right now— you were needy and he was just so tempting.
The gentle cadence of his voice filled the room as he spoke, soft and sweet. It was reminiscent of the low sighs he would let out when you were beneath him.
His finger kept twirling, hooking and bending the handset cord while he bit at his lip, listening intently to Quincy on the other line, and you couldn’t help yourself. The subliminal movement of his slender digits sent you over the edge.
You set the popcorn bowl aside, inching your way closer to Michael until your shoulders were nearly touching.
You did your best to bat your lashes and pout your lips to convey a silent— “pretty please hang up the phone Mikey, I need you.”— But your efforts to sway him failed miserably as he held up a single finger in your direction, telling you to wait like you were some sort of impatient child getting scolded.
With a slight annoyance buzzing through your veins, and the damp sensation of your panties between your thighs, you sent your hand trailing up his leg, palm flat and heavy against his jeans.
A stern frown tugged at his lips, eyes narrowing as he looked your direction— a silent warning.
But you could see something fighting beneath the straight line of his lips, a twitch, a little grin pulling at the corners of his mouth— a challenge.
His eyes followed intently as your hand brushed against the denim at his crotch, your fingers dancing pompously at his zipper before he reached down to grab your wrist.
It was a light touch— cautionary and relaxed. And when your eyes met his again, the grin he was trying so hard to keep off his face was now a painfully obvious smirk. His hands were urging you to stop but his facial expression told an entirely different story.
Abandoning his attempt to be the responsible one in the situation, he lifted his hips in compliance as the gradual purr of his zipper echoed in quiet surrender.
A lazy “Mhmm,” hummed past his lips and into the phone.
The response was meant for Quincy. A soft murmur of agreement; but the way his eyes watched carefully as your head ducked down— the tip of his cock just barely meeting your lips— made you wonder if the sound was secretly meant for you. A quiet hum of encouragement.
You pressed your tongue flat against him, slow and sloppy, and he had to pull the phone a few inches from his ear, letting his head fall back and his teeth bite into his bottom lip, hard.
“Yeah, I think-“ he brought the phone back to his ear, ready to respond but stopping mid sentence.
Your lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling methodically against his tip, and he sucked in a shallow breath through his teeth to keep from moaning.
“No, I think that’s a good idea…” His voice was barely above a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to focus on the conversation.
His brows pulled together and his hands twitched, nearly flying to the back of your head, when you took him so deep into your mouth that you nearly gagged. He had to bite at his knuckles to keep from groaning straight into the telephone.
With his dick down your throat, you gazed up, hoping to see his pupils blown out in pleasure, but instead you were met with his eyelids— his eyes still closed, teeth digging into his hand, and phone at his ear.
It wasn’t until you wrapped your fingers around his shaft using your hand in tandem with your mouth, that his eyes shot open.
His glare was laced with submission as he watched you work up and down between his legs. The sight of your lips around him causing a mess of noises to choke into his hand as he tried to keep quiet.
His sounds were muffled and you could hear the murmur of Quincy’s voice drowning on through the phone, clueless that Michael wasn’t paying attention to a single word.
You worked faster, palm slick against his length and mouth messily sucking, with muffled whines sliding past your lips.
“Q I gotta- I gotta go.” Stammering out each word, Michael finally gave in, unsure if he could carry on with the way your little sounds felt against his cock.
“Yeah, I’ll call tomorrow.” His voice was weak and rushed as he tried to end the phone call. He’d have to come up with an explanation for the abrupt goodbye tomorrow, but for now he just needed the distraction gone.
The phone landed back in the switch hook with a quick “click” just as Michael let out the loudest groan you’d ever heard.
“Good God mama, you’re gonna kill me.” The words drained from his lips, hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth.
His hands found the back of your head, caressing and guiding you onto his cock.
“Couldn’t even let me take a quick phone call.” He muttered the words with his head falling back against the couch, but as soon as it leaves his mouth, you sit back, pulling your lips off of him and causing a broken whine to break from his chest.
You stare up at him, lips plump and a single brow raised in bewilderment.
You were preparing to make a sarcastic comment before leaving him to take care of himself after his smart-ass remark, but he uses the break to his advantage, pulling you from between his legs and flipping your body until your back met the couch cushions.
“Someone needs to learn how to be a little more patient.” His voice was like silk traveling between your bodies as he hovered over you. His delivery was so soft and supple, you almost didn’t mind that he was using it to chastise you.
“If I know what I want, why wait?” There was a slight irritation in your tone that Michael picked up on immediately.
Laughing against your skin, he brought his face down to your neck leaving a trail of tender kisses in his wake. He moved down your body, nose brushing against your torso, as his hands pushed at your shirt, giving him access to your stomach. Slow kisses littered the waistline of your pants as he took his time, teasing.
“Sometimes all the fun is in the waiting...” He doesn’t even look at you when the whisper leaves his lips, too busy running them along your skin.
“anticipation.” The word hums against you and you can feel his lips curl into a smile.
“Mikey please.”
He gives in, peeling the clothing from your legs until you’re bare, back arching off the couch, needy for him to do something, anything.
“I like it when you beg. Sounds real pretty.” He’s cooing as he watches the way your legs spread for him, his stare fixated on the glistening mess between your thighs.
“Just fuck me- please.” With a desperate whine in your last word you give him exactly what he wants— you beg.
“Wanna get a taste first.”
Michael would spend hours between your thighs if you let him. He was obsessed with your pleasure, fixated on the way your body would react. Listening for the little sighs that would seep from your chest and flicking his tongue over the same spot until your legs were clenching around his head. He loved that he could make you feel like that— on the verge of complete ecstasy with just his mouth.
Lowering himself flat against the couch, he presses his tongue flat against your center, wasting no time; lapping at your core and moaning into you with the taste of your arousal dousing his tongue.
He ate like he was starving, only satisfied through every gasp on your lips and tug in his hair.
He sucked at your clit. Lewd sounds filled the room as his mouth suctioned around your wet pussy, his groans muffled and yours ringing out across the room.
Thank god no one would be home tonight.
Michael loved showing you off in front of his brothers but he couldn’t handle the thought of them seeing you like this. A dark shade of envy clouded his vision at the mere idea of it. They couldn’t love you like he could— couldn’t make you feel the way her could.
The warm, wet muscle of his tongue met your gummy walls and you had to keep yourself from clamping your legs around his ears. It was sloppy and desperate the way his tongue fucked in and out of you.
His lips enveloped your cunt, every inch of his mouth hot and wet against you, dedicated to your pleasure. Hungry to have you writhing against his face until you were on the verge of tears.
His hips pushed into the fabric beneath him. Shamelessly grinding into the couch, too worked up by the way your juices and his saliva intertwined as they dripped between your thighs.
He was so focused on the task at hand that he almost didn’t feel you pulling at his shirt collar, fingers desperately grasping at the material in an effort to pull him up— to feel his chest against yours as he pushed his length into you as deep as he could. Fucking you relentlessly and making you cry out every time his cock threatened to kiss your cervix.
“Need it so bad, Mikey please.” Your pathetic little mewl finally caused him to come up for air. As much as he wanted to keep going, he couldn’t deny you any longer, and after all, he did love to hear you beg.
“What d’ya need baby?” His lips were back on your stomach, kissing and lingering on your skin, still hungry for your taste.
“Need you to fuck me Mikey, c’mon.”
Your hands were still tugging on his shirt, while his tightened around your thighs.
“Please.” The whine squeaked past your lips as your fingers continued yanking on the cotton at his shoulders.
“Only cause you asked all sweet like that.” He purred looking up at you, the cadence of his voice was angelic and smooth despite his heavy grip on your thighs.
His body hung above yours, his shaky breath warm against your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He was still teasing, running his tip through the mess pooling at your opening and rubbing it against your clit, listening carefully to the needy little gasps rolling off your tongue.
Your hands fell to his lower back, pushing up his t-shirt enough to lightly scrape your nails against his skin, ushering his body down into yours in a desperate attempt to feel him push into you— even just an inch.
He obliged. His length easing into you nice and slow, stretching you out in a way that had your eyelids fluttering shut.
You felt his forehead rest on yours, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he found solace in the way you hugged him in just right.
“Mmm baby you feel s’good.” His voice was so soft you could barely hear it, even with his lips so close to yours. You’d been waiting for this side of Michael all night. The part of him that became a blubbering, groaning mess, drunk on the feeling of your velvet pussy wrapped around him like a petty little bow.
He pushed in deep, letting his dick bury all the way inside, before stopping for a few seconds just to feel the way your walls squeezed around him, like they were begging for more.
Both of you were already so sensitive, so wound up, so close. When he started moving you couldn’t help the hums of encouragement rising from your chest, “Yes Mikey- fuck. That’s it. Right there.”
Your hushed praises made him pick up the pace, pulling out of you completely before thrusting back in, hitting a spot each time that made your back arch and your eyes water.
He kept going, driving into you with the carefully measured movement of his hips. He knew you were close; your body tensing and nails digging hard into the skin of his back.
The crude hymns that had just been spewing from your lips were growing almost inaudible.
Almost.
But Michael could still hear it. Your quiet little whimpers, “Fuck baby- so good.” Your body was almost rigid, jaw slack and eyebrows pulled together as you grasped at his back.
“You’re so- so good Mikey.” Each word billowed up to Michael with his forehead still pressed against yours. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his hips to keep himself from spilling into you. Your needy whines of admiration sending him spiraling toward release.
“So good to me.”
“So perfect.”
Engulfing your words in a long drawn out moan, your voice was a melody of satisfaction. Little noises of pleasure melted against Michael’s ears as you pulsed around him— coming undone through each languid stroke of his hips.
He lost it then; the sounds you were making, the tight grip of your pussy sucking him in, the sticky ring of you at his base building with every pump— it was almost too much.
He didn’t even ask if it was okay— didn’t even give you a warning before he let himself go, every last drop of his release nestling deep between your thighs. A broken whimper dying in his throat as he emptied into you.
With your foreheads still pressed together and your chests heaving, Michael thought about apologizing, wracking his brain for the right thing to say after coming in you without warning. He knew better.
He should feel ashamed for doing something so wrong— so risky. But instead of shame he felt a strange sense of pride, like he wanted to do it again and again.
With his dick still twitching, he pulled out, angling his head to watch where his spend leaked out between your bodies— seeping from your swollen folds.
“You should probably get something to clean that up.” Your voice broke into his mind, timid and sweet.
When he looked up, he was met with a wild smile, your lips curling with amusement as you watched him staring at the mess he’d made between your legs: a mess that was now dripping onto his living room couch.
“Mhmm.” His hum of agreement sounded distant as he fought not to look back down at the remnants of his release dribbling from your center. His weight rolled off of you; his body on a mission to find a towel, but his mind buzzing with a plan to have you full of him again before the end of the night.
when the world’s most famous pop star falls in love with playboy’s golden girl, the reaction sends the world into a frenzy.
she’s beautiful, charismatic, and freshly crowned Playmate of the Year. he’s michael jackson, a global phenomenon whose every move makes headlines. to the public, they’re an impossible match. to the tabloids, they’re a goldmine. every date, every photograph, every glance shared across a crowded room becomes front page news as critics question what either of them could possibly see in the other.
while reporters chase scandals and fans argue over their relationship, michael and (name) find themselves fighting for something surprisingly ordinary: the chance to love each other without an audience. but under the relentless flash of cameras and the weight of public opinion, even the strongest feelings can begin to crack. after all, being america’s sweetest bunny was easy but dating michael jackson is another story entirely.
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 (𝟯). ┊ june 7, 2026
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length ﹒ ◠ ✩ ~10k.
preview ﹒ ◠ ✩
Michael still has one hand wrapped around the edge of the door.
He looks exhausted in the rawest possible sense of the word. Sweatpants thrown on crookedly, curls flattened unevenly from sleep, eyes still heavy from being dragged awake too fast. But the second Joe points toward (Name) again, something in his expression hardens immediately.
“Josep—”
“No,” Joe snaps, cutting directly over him without taking his eyes off her. “I told you this was gonna happen.”
(Name)’s grip tightens harder around Michael’s arm instinctively and she can physically feel her pulse hammering in her throat now. Nobody’s yelling yet except Joe, but the front porch already feels suffocatingly tense. Too many bodies. Too much noise. Michael subtly shifts more in front of her without seeming fully conscious he’s doing it, blocking part of Joe’s line of sight while she stays tucked tightly against his side.
“She’s got you missing rehearsals now,” Joe continues. “Hour late already. People waiting on you while you’re up here playing house.”
“It’s early,” Michael says quietly.
“It ain’t early when there’s work to do.”
𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱. 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. ┊ june, 2026
status ﹒ ◠ ✩ in progress.
length ﹒ ◠ ✩ ~15k.
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before the sold-out stadiums, the screaming crowds, and the headlines known around the world, there was simply michael and (name).
they grew up side by side, collecting summers and secrets like treasures. from scraped knees and sleepovers to whispered dreams beneath starlit skies, there was never a memory that didn't somehow include the other. everyone assumed they'd always be inseparable. what no one expected was how difficult it would be for two soulmates to recognize what had been in front of them all along.
as the years pass and life pulls them in different directions, their bond remains untouched by time, woven into every milestone, every reunion, and every goodbye. but when friendship begins to blur into something deeper, michael and (name) are forced to confront feelings that have been quietly growing between them for years.
after all, some people spend their lives searching for their soulmate.
michael and (name) have known theirs since childhood. ♡
━ SUMMARY: Michael never seemed to care what the media said about him, but it drove you insane. Especially when it came to your more private endeavors.
━ CONTENT: 18+, a hint of smut, really just allusions of smut nothing crazy don’t get your panties in a twist, mentions of sex, mentions of fingering i mean look at that man’s hands OOP who said that, fluffy sweetie pie Michael, protective reader, Michael calls reader baby bc I just know that man adores pet names
━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: another little Drabble/oneshot moment. I think that’s just how I’m gonna write for Michael because it feels right lmao. Also sorry if this is lowkey shit. I wrote it pretty fast bc I was horny for history era Michael and needed to get it out of my system…
“If one more person asks about our sex life I’m gonna lose it.”
Your voice echoed through the entry way as your feet carried you into Michael’s study.
He was sitting in his favorite velvet armchair with a book in his hands. You didn’t even have time to notice what he was reading; frustration too busy clouding your vision.
You’d been at lunch with a friend when the paparazzi bombarded you with questions.
You weren’t a stranger to it— the incessant questioning and cameras flashing from every angle.
You and Michael’s relationship was fairly new, especially to the public; but once everyone started putting two and two together the, incredibly insensitive, invasion of privacy began.
People were always quick to speculate, hungry for any little piece of information that could make the front page of a magazine.
Today was no different.
As you left the restaurant, you heard it— footsteps. The soft thumping of shoes against the ground made you peer up just as you got to your car, your hand reaching for the drivers side handle.
Two men with cameras blocking their faces appeared from across the parking lot. The all too familiar clicking filled your ears as they took photos.
They stood a few feet away.
Ironic.
It’s as if they were trying to maintain some boundaries while stealing every ounce of your privacy in broad daylight.
You opened the car door when the questions started.
“Where’s Michael?”
“How long have you been together?”
And then,
“What’s Michael like in bed?”
That last one had you clenching your jaw and slamming the car door shut. There was nothing you hated more than the juvenile questions about Michael’s sexuality or appearance.
You had half a mind to speak up— to shoot back some kind of sarcastic remark— but you knew that would just make everything worse. So you kept your mouth shut, offering a straight lipped smile and a quick wave as you drove out of the parking lot.
“It’s like they think you’re some kind of zoo animal. It’s absurd.”
Back in Michael’s study your arms were waving wildly as you spoke. Your feet making instinctive strides back and forth as you paced the room.
“Baby” The word came out in a breathless chuckle as he looked up from his book, shaking his head with a smile on his face.
“It’s ok.” His voice was light and reassuring as he stood.
“You just gotta learn to brush it off.” Taking a few steps forward, he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you and pulling you down from your heightened state.
His touch grounded you. It acted as a much needed reminder that it was just you and him in that moment. You and him safe inside the four walls of his home— no cameras, no bullshit headlines, no bizarre speculations.
“The lack of respect is completely ridiculous.” Your voice lowered to its usual calm tenor as you relaxed into the feeling of his palms heavy against your shoulders.
“I have the respect of the people I love most. That’s all that matters to me.” As he spoke, he made a point to look you in the eyes, his head lowering just enough to catch your line of sight.
He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
His thumbs rubbed back and forth over your jaw as he looked at you— admiration beaming from his cheekbones that were still wound up tight from his grin.
“Maybe I should just be honest next time.” Your voice was sweet as it left your lips, dripping into the room like honey— a sticky, sultry tone lingering at the end of each word.
“Honest? About what?” His words were fueled by genuine curiosity— an innocent glimmer danced in his eyes.
“I could just tell them the truth- that Michael Jackson is absolutely exceptional in bed.”
As soon as the words left your mouth Michael’s head fell back and laughter bubbled up from his chest. It was your favorite kind of laugh— deep and loud— genuine.
“That he’s doing things to me that they couldn’t even begin to fathom.” You were trying to catch his eyes but he kept them squeezed shut in amusement. His head shook back and forth, a laugh still softly escaping his lips.
But you were serious.
Maybe they’d be interested in knowing just how skilled Michael was in the bedroom— how he regularly had you clutching his silk sheets beneath your fingertips,.
Or how his name would get lost as it spilled from your lips, mixing seamlessly into the moans and murmurs that filled the air as he drove his hips into you at just the right angle.
Or maybe they’d want to know all about the sound of his voice— broken and desperate when he hummed against your skin as he fell apart between your thighs.
“Oh geez.” He was smiling as he spoke, still holding your face in his hands, looking anywhere but your eyes.
Your vulgar words had him flustered.
“I could tell them all about how good you are with your-“
You were ready to go into detail about those big hands of his, the ones that sprawled over your skin, gripping and groping like he was starving for your body. His long delicate fingers that always made you squirm. The way he was so meticulous with his touch, curling them to hit all the right spots until your back was arching off the mattress.
But he didn’t let you finish your train of thought
“You are unbelievable.” He interrupted, his hands falling to carefully squeeze your shoulders before running down the length of your arms, coming to a stop as he held your hands in his own.
“You don’t need to worry about me.” The laughter was gone from his voice, replaced with a sincere, soft timbre.
You smiled, bringing his hands that were intertwined with your own up to your lips.
“But I always will.” Placing a quick kiss to his palm, you let your lips linger there for a moment in a silent display of affection, letting him know he would always be safe with you.
michael jackson!bad era 𝑥 𝒇!model reader ╱ you in a silk nightgown in front of your vanity removing your makeup while michael lies in bed watching you lovingly.
contains fluff, horny flirting, cunnilingus, fingering & heavy smut, so minors KEEP SCROLLING.ᐟ
𝓉here was something almost hypnotizing about the way you stood in front of the vanity in nothing but silk and perfume. it was cluttered with makeup wipes, expensive perfume bottles, and gold jewelry carelessly tossed aside.
michael thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. it had him in a trance while he lay against the pillows behind you, completely incapable of taking his eyes off you.
“baby,” michael said from the bed, watching your reflection through the vanity mirror.
“hm?” you cooed.
“you’re real pretty, y’know that?”
you couldn’t help but bat your lashes at your boyfriend through the reflection, a smile spreading across your face.
“oh stop it, you.” you were practically melting from his tender gaze.
“what,” he chuckled, “i’m serious.”
you rolled your eyes playfully at his attempts at flirting, knowing damn well how easy you always fell for it. the only sound to be heard throughout the room was the bracelets clinking on your wrist as you applied the moisturizer to your skin and the city bustling over a soft ronettes record you had playing. you leaned in a bit closer to the mirror to apply your vanilla flavored lip gloss—specifically the one michael really likes.
you noticed how quiet he got, peering back at him again to find him fidgeting with the silver rings around his fingers. michael sank slightly deeper into the pillows, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip as his eyes followed your every movement, admiring you lovingly. you caught his eyes drifting down to your chest that glistened in the light from the body oil you applied prior, causing you to smirk because you knew exactly what he was doing.
“you gonna keep starin’ at me like that?” you whispered, placing the lipgloss down while your eyes never left his.
michael’s eyes flickered back up to yours through the mirror, a crooked smile slowly pulling at his lips like he’d just been caught red handed.
“depends,” he murmured.
“on what?”
“on if you’re gonna keep lookin’ this pretty in front of me.”
you let out a quiet laugh beneath your breath, shaking your head while reaching for your brush again. “you’re unbelievable.” you couldn’t help the sensation he brought you with his sly words.
“mhm,” he hummed absentmindedly, though he clearly wasn’t listening anymore.
your movements slowed slightly as you watched him push himself up from the bed out of the corner of your eye. the mattress dipped quietly before his footsteps crossed the suite, slow and unhurried. your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast at the realization he was walking toward you.
michael stopped behind you, close enough for you to catch the warmth radiating from his body almost immediately. one of his hands settled lightly against the vanity beside you while the other found your waist with familiarity.
“michael,” you whispered with a smile, though it came out far less composed than intended.
“what?” he grinned innocently, lowering his head slightly near your shoulder.
you could see him perfectly through the reflection now. the dark curls hanging loosely near his face, the silver rings glinting beneath the warm bedroom lights, the way his eyes shamelessly wandered over you before returning back to your lips.
his fingertips traced slowly against the silky material hugging your waist, almost absentmindedly. “can you blame me?” he murmured. “been sittin’ over there tryin’ real hard to behave myself.”
your breath caught in your throat at the confession.
“oh really?” you teased quietly.
michael laughed under his breath before he started leaving a trail of lingering kisses from behind your ear and down your freshly perfumed neck.
“mhm,” he said between kisses, “you’re not makin’ it easy.”
your stomach went all in knots over the way he pampered you with his affection. he swiftly moved your hair to rest on your other shoulder before his hands started feeling down the lace hem of the night gown to your bare thighs. you watched him in the reflection with heavy eyes, his gaze briefly locking onto yours before his kisses traveled down to your shoulder—god he couldn’t get enough of your scent.
in a careful movement he turned you around to face him, taking a moment to appreciate you in all your beauty.
“may i kiss you?” he asked under his breath. no matter how impatient he was to slip that little piece of satin off of you, he was still gentlemanly which made your heart melt every time even though the answer was always yes.
you gave him an affirming nod with a small smile as he leaned in, embracing you with his long arms. it was deeply passionate, not rushing. he wanted to take his time with you, you were his safe haven.
after a few minutes, he led you to your queen bed and laid you down on the mattress, being careful not to let you down too hard with a hand on the back of your head. his tenderness toward you just made you even needier for him.
you pulled him on top of you, him now kneeling between your legs. warm kisses trailed down your neck again, you could feel how impatient he was with how hungrily he was attacking your skin with small nips. your hands felt up his back as his felt up your thighs, grazing the tiny piece of cotton you had underneath your nightgown which caused you to shiver beneath him.
he pulled away from your neck to murmur in your ear, “this okay, doll?” his fingers hooked around your panties, drawing circles with his thumbs on your bare skin.
you cupped his face with one hand and nodded, “yes my love.”
and with that, he slowly pulled them down and over your feet, watching your facial expressions as you watched his movements. you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to pull him back, a boyish grin on display. you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, just from how handsome he looked in the moody lighting.
his mouth met yours once again, the same hungry passion from before. you groaned against him as you ached for his touch.
“someone’s needy.” michael teased in between your guys’ lips as his hands explored your figure once more, knowing how sensitive you were to his touch, before guiding your legs to spread for him. your hands ran underneath his shirt, your nails lightly dragging against his warm skin, a pleased hum buzzed through his lips. you felt his hard member through his pants against your sensitive core.
“please..” you couldn’t help but plead for a bit of ease from the ache between your legs.
“what’s wrong, mama?” he purred as he kissed against your collar bone now, “use your words.”
you hesitated at first as his eyes were glued to your face. he made you so unbelievably nervous underneath him, but he was so convincing and assuring.
“please touch me..” you mumbled. your hands were ahold of his biceps, lightly squeezing them the more you craved some sort of touch from him.
he smiled at your shy obedience but gave in very easily, knowing those little noises you make are one of his biggest weaknesses. your wish was his command. his hands moved painfully slow down your body and up your night gown, giving each of your breasts attention with lingering squeezes. your thighs squeezed a bit against michael’s torso and he loved it. he loved seeing the effect he had on you. but you hated how much he teased with his slow movements.
finally, one of his hands traveled down your stomach and over your heat, his middle finger slipping in between your folds and circling it lazily. you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the mattress from the pleasure of having some sort of friction now. michael watched you in awe as his middle finger and ring finger swirled around your clit, a sweet moan slipping from your lips. you looked so beautiful unfolding from his touch, your breathing uneven and your legs unable to stay still.
your hips slightly elevated against his fingers, craving more when he moved his hand away from you. this snapped you back to reality as your gaze drifted back to his, chest rising up and down from your quickened heartbeat.
“i gotta taste you, sweetheart.” he said with a lick of his lips and began moving down, his face hovering over your clothed torso before meeting your lower abdomen. his hands carefully pulled your nightgown up towards above your hips, his gaze still fixed on yours. your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched him, his hands slowly spreading your thighs apart once more before his face buried between them.
he gave your sensitive bud a few licks before sucking on it slowly. your fingers combed through his hair, moving a few pieces away from his face as harmonious yet filthy noises escaped your lips. his tongue swirled around it and paired it with a suck while his fingers rubbed your lubricated hole, teasing it a bit.
“fuck, baby,” you sucked in a breath from the magic of his mouth on your clit, bucking your hips slightly.
“mm, so needy just for me.” he mumbled against you before easily slipping his middle finger inside of you, the work of his tongue never stopping. you whined quietly as your gummy walls squeezed against his finger. this alone was enough to make michael get off, your sweet moans and how wet you were made him so weak.
he pumped it in and out at a steady pace before slipping in another, carefully stretching your hole to fit both his fingers. your head was turned the other direction, but michael didn’t like this. when he saw that you were looking away, he took his free hand and got a grip on your chin to turn you to face him. your hands grabbed at the freshly done—now ruined—bedsheets as your eyebrows knit together in pleasure. a low satisfied moan escaped his lips at the sight of your satisfaction.
his pace quickened as you got louder, he loved how much you didn’t care one bit if the neighbors heard you—unlike him.
he could feel you getting close the more you squeezed around his fingers and the more you started getting whinier. this caused him to carefully remove his fingers as a tiny cry slipped from your throat.
“why’d you stop?” your breath hitched as your eyes flickered back to him.
he sat up for a moment to undo his belt buckle and remove his button up, “i’m sorry, doll,” he planted a kiss on your lips, “i just need to be inside of you.” his voice oozed desperateness as he slipped off his undergarments. you hummed and wrapped your legs around him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the both of you watching as he slowly slipped inside of you.
a breathy “fuck.” came from michael’s mouth with a low groan as he pushed further inside of you. your shaky hands found his back, nails grabbing at his skin as he moved in and out, slowly at first, but picked his pace up shortly after.
his face hid in the crook of your neck as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the headboard knocking against the wall and both of your sweet moans filling the room.
you turned your head to face him and enveloped his lips with yours desperately, his nails now digging into the flesh of your hips as his hips continued driving into you, a much faster and deeper pace now.
“you’re taking me so well,” michael whimpered as your pussy sucked him in and in all the most addicting ways. the angelic noises that danced against your lips became higher pitched while his thrusts quickened even more—he was close and so were you.
your fingers moved to your clit which caught michael’s eye and nearly destroyed him.
“mm, yes,” he uttered as he pulled away from the kiss to watch you, “play with yourself- just like that-“ he pleaded while your fingers rubbed the bud back and forth. the immense pleasure took over you, a knot forming in your stomach while your legs locked around michael’s torso.
“im gonna cum, baby-“ you choked out between whimpers as he pounded you relentlessly.
“me too, angel.” he huffed as his dick twitched inside of you, the squelching sounds of your arousal mixed with his precum as he continued. “please- please cum for me honey.” he whined as his thrusts became more sloppy.
with a few more thrusts, you were sent over the edge with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock, the prettiest moans filling his ears. he drove one last thrust into you with a sweet cry before he released his seed inside of you.
your bodies stayed entangled together for a moment as the both of you caught your breath before you unwrapped your thighs from him. he couldn’t take his eyes off of your flustered state which caused you to cover your face.
“uht-uhh,” he giggled quietly and uncovered your face, “i want to see you.” he insinuated as he looked at you with such admiration. and you did the same, caressing his damp face, “you’re such a doo-doo head.” you joked with a small laugh.
“so are you.” he joked back, resting his head on your chest with the duvet covers now rested on top of the both of you. you placed a soft kiss to his forehead while dragging your nails up and down across his bare back, which helped him drift off to sleep. and not too long after, so did you.
A heavy sigh left his lips, his neck cracking as he turned it both ways to relieve the pressure of the day. Michael strained his ears, trying to hear any sound of you to indicate where you were in the large villa he had rented out to be closer to his work he was being forced to do by his management.
His feet led him to the back door in the luxurious kitchen, which overlooked the huge garden. To the left of the door, he spotted you, laying full out on the cushioned sun lounger, a large glass of iced lemonade beside you.
The door slid open as he took in your appearance. A pink and white striped bikini leaving you scantily dressed, the black clip in your hair allowing you to comfortably rest your head back against the cushions. The white earphones were connected to the pink iPod he had gotten you for your birthday and the large bug eye sunglasses covered the majority of your face.
It had been clear you hadn’t seen him, as you continued to move your toes to the beat of whatever song you were listening to, a small smile gracing your face as you relaxed in the sunlight.
He walked closer to you, trying to stay under the large gazebo to protect his sensitive skin from the harsh sun. Tapping your shoulder, you yelped slightly, ripping the earphones out of your ears as you jumped up.
“Oh my gosh, Michael…You scared the life out of me”, you whined, your polished hand covering your heart.
“Sorry mama. Where did you get this from?”
His finger slid under the strap of your bikini top, already distracted from the amount of beautiful skin you were showing to him.
“Oh this? I think I bought it a while ago, I’m not too sure to be honest with you..”
You continued, “why do you like it?”
Dark eyes shot up to meet your own, one eyebrow lifting in almost disbelief.
“Like it? Do I like it? Baby, I love it. You look so precious in this” he smiled at you, leaning down to give you a kiss.
Once the sun hit his face, he gasped.
“How are you sat out here in this? It’s so hot! Are you sure you’re not melting out here?” he exclaimed worriedly.
“It’s lovely out here, Michael! The sun is blessing my entire body right now. I’m so warm!”
He sighed lovingly, watching you get comfy on the sun lounger once again, picking up your earphones.
“I’m going back inside, try not to melt, sun baby”
🐆💋 — dbf!michael who’s jealously seeps through his actions whenever your boyfriend comes around. he’ll hover over you more than your dad, under the guise of wanting to make sure you’re okay. he knows you’re okay, he just can’t let anything happen further when he’s around. a part of him dislikes the fact that your boyfriend is a big fan of his music but anything to keep him away from you, right?
dbf!michael, who spoils you rotten, sending you money for whatever. he knows you have everything you need usually, being the independent person that you are. the thing is, michael is obsessed with the way your voice gets whenever he sends you money. the guilt dripping from your tone, begging michael to take back at least some of the money but he doesn’t listen. telling you it’s okay, don’t worry your pretty head, spend the money or save it so he can add more to it later.
he also makes sure you’re at most of his concerts, front row, just so he can keep his eyes on you during most of it. dbf!michael makes sure he has dirty diana and in the closet on the set list, needing you to hear his breathy voice and slight moans. he has this hidden smirk and desire on his face, eyes locked on yours, making your heart beat faster. you swear it’s just the performance, but you know it’s more than that. the dreams of michael coming to you, touching your body, reappear. you tried so hard to push them away years ago, but how could you?
dbf!michael, who loves it whenever he takes you shopping, he’ll play it off to your dad and you that he’s just being nice, and yeah, he is but he really wants to see what you’ll pick out. he’ll follow you to the dressing room, standing outside, trying so hard to keep his boner down whenever you come out with something new. he’ll ask you in that soft voice of his to twirl for him, seeing the curves of your body peak out. you feel hot whenever he does that, whenever his eyes and attention are stuck on only you. he chews on his gum harder, licking his bottom lip, fingers playing with something on him cause he can’t touch you.
dbf!michael doesn’t mean to show off his awards and achievements, but he does, reminding you that your boyfriend can’t and will never compare. so many things he does, dbf!michael will remind you what a man is, and it’s definitely not your boyfriend. so, he’ll wait patiently, manipulating everything to his way, because he knows sooner or later your boyfriend will be out of the picture. you’ll cry to michael, be captured in his loving arms, and he’ll take good care of you.
the place to find all works pertaining to michael and nanny.
works are posted out of chronological to michael and nanny's story, but are organized into chronological order
when nanny started working for the jackson family
blurbs
the introduction to nanny!reader
michael wants you to move in
the grocery store run in
michael may want to make you a mother 18+
wanting to tell the kids about your's and michael's relationship
playing in the rain with the kids and michael (requested)
headcanons
domestic bliss : some instances in which michael and you function as a couple . . . which you guys aren't. just a really, really good team.
fics
real man : when the usual tension thickens between you and your boss upon letting him know that you'll need to leave earlier than you usually do on friday night because you have a date, you never expected that he'd be the one to save your night. and you never thought that fateful night would later lead to truths being unfolded. or michael shows you how a real man treats a woman. 18+
