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The media continues to capitalize on an innocent black man, while all the true criminals are white men in power. Pointing their fingers at everyone but the actual guilty people while profiting off of innuendo and dramatiziced lies. All they have is speculation and controversy, no hard evidence…and they continue to use that for views. The “Michael being a child abuser” allegations have become a business in it itself and I’ll never stop defending him from the greedy systems that just want a paycheck. And FUCK Netflix.
jealousy, jealousy. ( michael jackson )
❛ 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.
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well, i have thoughts, plenty of thoughts. his watches, yum.
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ imagine getting to be with michael backstage after his grammy performance in '88—his hair all frizzy and poofy, his body physically shaking from exhaustion, and his skin glistening with beads of sweat. he was gorgeous even when his body was beat and weak, it was so unfair.
you & him would be sitting all quiet in his dressing room, michael's quick panting being the only sound in the room. you came closer to help him with taking off some of his dripping makeup, smiling up at him while doing so. he'd attempt to take a few deep breaths, only for a few small coughs to conjure up in his throat.
after a few moments, he began expressing his disappointment in the event. not a single grammy for his new album that he put his own blood, sweat and tears into—it hurt his heart. and as his girlfriend, it hurt you even more to see your gorgeous man have to endure such a terrible emotion.
so, in an attempt to cheer him up, you decided to intervene. you interrupted him mid-rant, planting kisses on his cheek as he continued speaking. he smiled and shrugged off the first few kisses, but you grew hungrier and needier. your mouth travelled from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally atop his moist lips, cutting him off from speaking completely.
he ultimately gave in, looking at himself in the standing mirror while you began to kiss his neck. his skin was still damp with sweat, but it made the action even hotter. he bit his lip watching you go to work in the mirror, his hands finding their way to your soft hips. your arms were thrown around his neck, your mouth feeling sweet as ever against his body. you roamed his neck slowly, your mouth being able to feel the small curly strands of hair slicked down to his skin.
he groaned under his breath, his loose ponytail beginning to slowly slip out of its shape, his hair sooo fucking close to being fully down. you made your way back to his lips, your tongue being given the freedom to roam around in his mouth. he returned the favor as well, your tongues intertwining and sort of making love in their own special way so to speak. he pulled away for a moment just to chuckle at himself, immediately pressing your mouths together once more.
he tried to speak during the kiss, but it turned into muffled nonsense. you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow as a small 'hm?' released from your chest.
"what i tried to say was," he giggled, tightening his grip on your hips, pecking your cheek a final time. "i love you."
you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, before starting up the smooches all over again. he clearly had forgotten about those pestering grammys.
had this tiny thought while rewatching the performance for the 100,000th time UGH he looked so gorgeous all exhausted and tired. needed this real bad ><
mature!michael spoiling younger gf!reader
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SO… i really want to write up the next chapter so im not stopping that fic just yet.. because the idea i had for it was so cunty !!!
Model reader having to do a campaign with another artist (Your choice!) and he sees it a week after on the front page of a magazine and gets jealous
HI LOVIE!! just posted! i actually had fun writing this one!
jealousy, jealousy. ( michael jackson )
❛ 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.
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mariah carey in japan, 2008 ❤︎
(18+, dangerous era) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ husband!michael who—after constant pestering—finally lets you give him a blowjob. he ultimately denied you doing such a thing since he felt like making love should primarily focus on the woman's pleasure rather than the man's. you had bothered him with the question ever since he began refusing your offers, ultimately getting all bratty and upset each time you were told no.
but he did not know what he was missing out on, until today that is. right in the middle of a steamy make-out session, you finally gained the courage to ask the repeated question. and to your surprise, he agreed. only because you got all needy and whiny for him, of course.
oh, and yes, to answer your question—yes he did realize what he was missing out on this entire time. his toes curling as your pretty hands wrapped around his cock, your mouth engulfing his length so tenderly. he really enjoyed your gaze, your eyes big & watery as you looked through your lashes up at him.
his big hands reaching down just to hold your hair up, as it had gotten in your face a few times prior. his eyes squeezed shut, but only for a short second. he didn't want to miss a single moment of this heavenly view he had sprawled in front of him. everytime you would accidentally gag yourself on him, he would feel a lump in his throat, wanting to put an end to this so you didn't hurt yourself trying to please him. but, he knew how much this meant to you. he knew how many nights you spent hinting, well, begging for this to happen.
you popped up a few times to smile at your husband, stroking his cock slowly as you prepped yourself for some more mouth action. michael's delicate grip stayed on your hair, your husband still trying to find ways to make the whole experience enjoyable for you as well.
he wanted to deny his pleasure, since it felt so wrong and selfish... but holy hell it was difficult. the way you were working him with your mouth alone sent him soaring in the sky, his tiny groans escaping as proof.
he threw his head back onto the silky pillow that lay underneath his head, biting his bottom lip as he tightened his grip on your hair. again, it didn't last long at all—his head looking down again swiftly to watch you suck him dry.
"mmh—you've got a pretty naughty mouth for such a gorgeous girl... god. what am i gonna do with you?" he chuckled.
hii! i CANNOT get dangerous era mikey out of my head so enjoy this little thought i had for a little husband and wife action lmao,, enjoying this a lil too much 👀
Give Into Me
Michael getting jealous over men staring at model reader and he becomes possessive and protective keeping his hands on her in a dominant way to show who she belongs to and she’s taken aback but really likes it with that glare of his and the heavy walk I NEED IT PLS
no bc his grip on his girl would be so tight im talking he would not let go, and ugh the way he glares through his sunglasses at males who are gawking at her would make her go insaneee like she could devour him right then and there noo this is getting written asapp i love possessive michael so bad
anon ‘cause i’m shy but i love model reader and bad mike 🫶🏼 i have a suggestion~ him supporting her at vs fashion show? it'd be super cute! his attendance is a spectacle but doesn't care 'cause he's only there for her and he's absolutely mesmerized every time she walks especially the last look in her pretty wings, lingerie set, blowout, body shimmer and stilettos like !!!! brings her flowers upon flowers backstage all sweet but can’t keep his hands to himself by the end of the night that they decide to skip the after party aaaaahhh! i can already see the moodboard 💞🪽
yess omg i’m working on this one rn and im obsesseddd w the vibes (we’re just gonna say the runway shows were a thing in the 80’s just cus i love this concept so much!!)
literally me rn writing the nastiest thing i think ive ever wrote.. i hope i don’t get crucified for this one 😁
lowk need to suck on janet's tits 💔
while she talks me through it and rubs my cl- lemme stop
i just got here…
