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THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL
Michael Jackson x female reader
Ëââź SUMMARY: you get a little distracted by michaelâs hands while you do laundry together
Ëââź CONTENT: 18+, smut! established relationship, porn with 0 plot i mean câmon what did you expect from me, hand kink, fingering, michael is a bit of a pleasure dom, dirty talk, michael lowkey being a freak idc, size kink if you squint harder than youâve ever squinted before, overstimulation, squirting ???
Ëââź AUTHORâS NOTE: oops sorry this is nothing but nasty i really donât know what came over me⊠oh wait it was this! definitely not my best work lmao just quick and horny, but sometimes a girls gotta do what a girlâs gotta do.
Ëââź just think about how worked up boyfriend!Michael would get seeing you all dressed up at an award showâŠ18+ mdni
He canât keep his hands to himself when he sees the way your dress hugs your hips, stretching perfectly over your ass. He watches you like a hawk all nightâ obsessive and hungry while you prance around the room mingling and laughing, oblivious to the way your curves are calling to him with every sleek step of your heels.
Heâs more handsy than usual, his fingers curling at your waist, hands running down the base of your spine aching to palm the flesh of your backside. You were a temptress luring him out of his usual reserved demeanor, making him look like a love-sick puppy at a televised award show. Heâd pay for it later in the tabloids, but for now he couldnât stop his hands from rubbing and grabbing up your bare thigh, leaning over to whisper against your ear, âyouâre drivinâ me crazy tonight baby.â Fingers squeezing softly at your thigh, âyou look so sexy.â His lips ghost your jaw, a deep inhale tickling your skin as he takes in the familiar scent of your perfumeâ warm and sweet.
All he can think about is being suffocated by notes of amber and vanilla with his face buried in the crook of your neck once he can finally have his way with you. He doesnât even think heâll be able to make it to the bedroom; perfectly content with the idea of taking you right there in the entry way, pulling your dress up just enough to grant him access between your thighs and fucking you against the front door when you get home.
đđ PRETTY PLEASE ? ( đđđŒđđșđŸđ đđșđŒđđđđ )
masterlist đâ đšđȘđąđąđđ§đź. after a particularly rough rehearsal that has michael exhausted, you show him exactly how much you appreciate him. â bad era!michael being a total sub! we cheer! â handjob, lil bit of choking, wet and messy kisses, some dry humping?, cum eating, praise and degradation kink, desperate!michael ââč
WANNA BE STARTINâ SOMETHINâ
Michael Jackson x female reader
SUMMARY: An innocent movie night takes a turn when Michael becomes a little too distracted by your touch.
CONTENT: 18+, ???, sexual themes, kinda smutty I guess but nothing beyond a sloppy makeout sesh and heavy petting, very much puppy love vibes, inexperienced thriller era! Michael, subby michael I donât make the rules, dry humping, he might be shy but that boy canât keep his mouth shut! heâs a moaning mess
AUTHORâS NOTE: @hcwait said something about michael being so shy heâd cover his mouth or bite his finger to keep from making noise and I said SAY LESS.
Imagine Michael Jackson Dating Paul McCartney Daughter?
a fluffy imagine where reader helps mj with his curls (wash & style) and ofc his edges .. lmk if someone already wrote this cause if not I definitely will
Michael Jackson with balloons
bloodymary might be the most inspired crossover of the century. trauma group therapy in space with a language barrier
original under the cut
Hear me out, is this anything?
i want to gnaw on his biceps
michael jackson doesn't get jealous. he's michael jackson, for goodness sake!
and sure, he is probably holding onto your waist a little too tight while you engage in a conversation with some famous actor you like. and maybe he is shooting him death-daggers behind his aviators--but, he's not jealous.
michael was supposed to be rubbing elbows with his fellow industry-mates, but once this schmuck wandered over to you, he suddenly had nowhere to be.
michael isn't territorial, though. territory is such a crazy word itself and michael would never think of you like that. never. youâre his precious little p.y.t., the whole reason he wrote the song, obviously.
still he cannot shake the feeling that the man wants you, as if you arenât already michael jacksonâs girl. official, at that.
and michael knows he shouldnât care. he knows attention comes with the territory of being seen in public with him. people stare. people hover. people flirt because they think itâs harmless or funny or impossible.
but he's human before he's michael jackson.
so he just stays close to you for the rest of the night, closer than he usually does. his hand retires its hold from your waist and finds your lower back instead. every photo taken, he stands to where everyone knows your his.
by the time you get home, after all the glamorous clothes are off and the makeup is wiped, he holds you from behind in the bathroom.
"did you have fun tonight?" translation: did you forget about me?
you turn in his grasp and kiss his lips, "i had fun 'cause you were there."
that was really reassuring.
"i'm sorry if i was too close, i just hate sharing you, girl," he mumbles it into your cheek.
see, michael jackson isn't jealous. maybe a little clingy, but really just in love.
âș Blame it on the boogie
ê° ( pairing ) : off the wall(?)michael jackson x reader that can't dance.
ê° ( synopsis ) : you can't dance. Luckily, he can.
ê° ( content ) : fluff , dancing(?) , kisses , shy!mike
ê° ( a/n ) : im so PISSED i cant do the gradient thing bc im in mobile UGHH. áą..áą i cant dance so.... projection? Maybe. Btw i havent written in like 9 months so sorry if its cheeks
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You've always struggled to dance. Weither your movements be too stiff or your limbs simply getting in the way, it was evident that dancing wasn't your strong suit.
Reguardless you couldn't find it in yourself to care. When dancing you felt freeâa leaf rolling lax in the wind, letting the breeze take it wherever it pleased.
The music sung its smooth rhythm, filling the jackson's record room, and your ears with its melodic beat.
Flopping you arms and your legs, bumbling around like it was a language and only you spoke it, you preformed like no one was watching. But of course, someone was watching.
And michael, he adored every second.
He loved seeing you in your element...even if it wasn't particularly good. You were goodâbetter than good, and that was enough for him. And each misplaced step and shake pulled him deeper into infactuation.
Your uncoodinated and somewhat graceless movements made him giggle. One after another, meek giggles slipped from his lips.
"what's so funny?" You asked a smirk playing at your lips. You already knew the answer, but it was fun to tease.
"Nothin'." He smiled. His voice still carrying that gentle touch that it usually did.
You mouthed the words flooding through the radio, followed by the messy shuffling of your shoulders as you stepped towards him.
As you got closer his giggles turned into poorly stiffled laughs that he covered with his hand. Which soon turned into him turning his head away entirely in an attempt to not only protest the giggles bubbling in his throat, but the heat that threatenedâand had suceeded inârushing to his face and ears.
The words "c'mon, mike, let's dance," left your throat breathless with amusment before pulling his big hands from his face to hold them in yours. Michael watched you tentativelyâwide-eyed and speechless as you placed kisses along the spaces between his knuckles, which made him shudder each time your soft lips touched his hand.
You loved how easily he would melt into your touch and how his deep brown eyes looked at you like you were the most valuable thing in the world.
His body began to stiffen when you placed his pliant hands on your hips. Even after dating for a while, micheal still had the fattest crush on you.
Next thing he knew you draped our arms along his neck. "So...you gonna teach me to dance?"
"I dont know if i can fix that."
"You're such a smartass"
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The wind was knocked out of both of your lungs as you both fell onto the ground, michael's grasp on your hips tightening. Laughter then began to spill from michael's lips, making his body uncontrollably squirm against yours.
"Oh really? You think thats funny? How about this?" You say in between peppering kisses across his face. Some on his nose. Some on each of his eyelids. Some on his cheeks, before stopping at his lips.
"Mmh! Haha, stop, baby-" he laughed in between your numerous assaults on his face.
"Is this still funny?" You smile into his lips, placing your hands on either sides of his face only for his to abandon their post on your hips and meet your hands.
"A little."
"You're so annoying."
"I love you too."
©hiskissez :: sorry ik its like sorta short i got SUPER lazy towards the end but more fics are coming so like...
pretty boy á (18+)
michael jackson x reader
contents/warnings: thriller!michael x fem!reader, angst, insecurity, fluff, sub!michael, softdom!reader, smut, riding noses, p in v, unprotected sex, overstim, needy reader, not proofread yadayadayada ect ect,
word count: idk.. (itâs pretty short)
w/a: hellooo, this is probably one of my shorter one shots/drabbles bc iâm cooped up in this dorm with so much work lol. this was requested by a dear anon a couple days ago and i completely forgot it was in my drafts, mbb, but itâs out now and i hope you like it
the moonlight projected perfectly through the windows of michaels living room while an old movie played quietly on the television. the room smelled faintly like popcorn and michael sat curled into the corner of the couch beside you, unusually quiet. at first you thought he was just tired, but then you noticed him staring at his reflection in the dark window. âyou okay?â you asked softly. michael hesitated before shrugging. âdo you think my nose looks weird?â you blinked, utterly confused. âwhat?â âmy nose,â he repeated quietly, rubbing the bridge of it. âi donât know⊠i just hate it sometimes.â your face softened, immediately filling with empathy and sadness. how could he ever talk about himself like that? he was the most beautiful boy youâve ever met.
lately, with fame getting bigger and bigger after thriller, the media had been ruthless. every magazine seemed to have something to say about him, his appearance, his voice, his life. âi think youâre being hard on yourself,â you said gently. he shook his head. âpeople always talk about it.â âpeople talk about everything.â âbut what if theyâre right?â his voice dropped lower. âsometimes i look in the mirror and all I can see are flaws.â you turned toward him fully. âmichael, when people look at you, they donât see flaws.â he looked unconvinced, but still appreciating your effort. âthey see someone talented,â you continued. âsomeone kind, someone beautiful.â michael immediately laughed under his breath. âbeautiful?â âyes, beautiful.â âyou sound crazy.â âno, you just donât see yourself the way everybody else does.â for a moment he stayed quiet, staring down at his hands. âi just wish i looked different sometimes,â he admitted. you reached over carefully, taking his hand into yours. âyou donât need to look different.â michael glanced at you warmly, his expression softer now.
âyou really think that?â he asked quietly. âi know that.â a small smile finally appeared on his face, shy and genuine. you lean in for a kiss. he immediately leans down, accepting your invite. you place small pecks on his plush lips, letting out small giggles in the process. he smiles, playing along. you pull away, looking at his nose, a lightbulb went off in your head. you smirk devilishly, âlet me show you how beautiful your nose is, yeah?â âw-what do you mean?â he tilted his head, a noticeable blush growing on his cheeks. âhere follow me,â you take his hands and get off the couch. his breathing hitches, getting the hint immediately. you guys walk upstairs, his eyes glued to your body, your curves, and especially your face. lord, little did he know what you were about to do to him.
your clit is rubbing against his nose, bringing you so much stimulation. âfuck mikey, y-you feel so good.â you wail out, âsee how amazing your nose is? brining me so much p-pleasure, nghhuhâ you grind down, juices drenching his nose completely. michael is below you, star struck at the sight above him. his legs squeeze together, his stiff cock throbbing against his pants. the way youâre getting off just by his nose is turning him on so much, the nose that he despised suddenly bringing you so much pleasure is a life changing moment for him. he adores you, he adore everything about you, and the glimpse of your wet folds just makes him want to marry you right away.
he canât take it anymore, he has to get some type of fiction on his cock or he will actually die. his large hands slowly unzip his slacks and brings down his underwear. the cold air hitting his cock make him whine and his hips jerk upward. thereâs precum leaking from his flush brownish red tip, he guides his hands up and down slowly working his way up to an orgasm. âyouâre such good boy fâme michael, god, i donât think i can take it any longer..â you start to move your hips back and forth at a persistent pace, obviously chasing your orgasm. michael is already right there with you, his hands sticky with precum and thrusting up into himself. he moans against you, the vibrations basically playing with your clit. âm-michael, im so.. so close, please⊠cum with me mike.â he groans one last time before shooting out ropes of his semen, his body convulsing eagerly. that sends you over the edge, you release all over his nose, fluids getting everywhere. âouuhh, holy shit mike!â you shatter above him, rolling your eyes back. you grip his hair hard, trying to work yourself through it. he doesnât stop cumming until you breath out one last shaky sigh, getting off of him and sitting on his lap.
heâs completely fucked out, one of his arm covering his face in embarrassment. âsee what you did to me mike, see how you made me cum just by riding your nose?â you pant out, you want more. you line yourself up with his entrance. âb-baby baby!! wait a sec-â he pleads, but itâs to late. you slide all the way down his length, the stretch painful, but delicate. âoh my god..â he moans out, immediately gripping your hips tight. âmichael let me use you tonight, please i need it so bad.â you didnât give a couple a seconds before you started to finally move. the overstimulation is hitting him hard, shaking his head back and forth and his abdomen going in and out. âplease please please please,â he says in shortened breaths, heâs so close to cumming again. âcome inside me michael, let me feel your babies inside of me,, mmmfuckkk,â that does it for him, he cums inside of you, his hands pushing you down entirely on his cock. the feeling his semen filling you up makes you cream around him, making a total mess of yourselves. you fall on top of his chest, pressing gentle kisses on the side of his jaw. he canât speak, only in whines and low groans. he feels so pathetic but so prideful and confident. âi love you so much michael, youâre so beautiful and donât you ever forget that.â you whisper, he smiles and kisses you on your forehead, soon falling to sleep, still inside of you.
w/a: hiii lovelys, i have some bad newsâŠ. i wonât be posting any fics tomorrow im soo sorry, i have this important event going on and wonât be able to feed you guys. âčïžâčïž i apologize but i will get right back to it on friday!!
break of dawn âž» michael jackson
pairing: mature era!michael x singer!reader
synopsis: During your Grammy performance, Michael sees your belly button piercing and it drives him crazy.
tags: suggestive content, age gap (the reader is in her 20s and Michael is in his 40s), tension, Michael being a menace, flirts.
Soooo I kind of have an obsession with P.Y.T like it's more than a great song, it just has something that I can't take off my mind. Well... you can expect me writing about it HAHAHAHA