summary : smut and fluff headcannon’s about you two being married!
warnings : talks of blowjobs, oral ( f receiving! ), making love, him teasing and big headed lady with jacked up teeth mentioned.
a/n : I feel guilty for having a writers block this soon, I’ve been having so much fun writing for you guys :,) my inbox is open for requests
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - HATES the thought of you doing any housework. the concept of you cleaning up makes him feel like you’re serving him , which really grosses him out. he truly believes women should be catered to no matter what.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - whenever he is accepting an award he writes an entire separate ‘thank you’ dedicated for you. if you’re sitting near the stage he’ll bring you up turning his full attention on you, ignoring the camera completely.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - smiles when you’re getting all dolled up, he knows it makes you nervous if he stares but he can’t help it. his favorite part is when you’re applying any lipstick or gloss so he can kiss it off you, forcing you to start over ( he finds this SO funny ).
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - you somehow always end up sitting in his lap when riding in his limo, he loves whispering praise into your ear it doesn’t have to be sexual either! he just loves your entire existence. “thank you for being here sorry I got so shy..”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - horror movie nights with him are your favorite, he gets every single variety of snacks and makes it a competition to see who spills the most on the floor from jump scares. you’re mostly behind his shoulder the whole movie and he calls you a scaredy cat
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- him and that damn super soaker drives you up a wall, you could be cutting up fruit in the kitchen and here you comes spraying freezing cold water on your back! you end up chasing him around the house ( you end up upside down from him picking you up )
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- rarely are you away from him but when you are he writes you the sweetest letters, if you have a favorite princess movie he’ll address the letter as my following her name! the paper is sprayed in his fragrance which usually makes you tear up.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - if you sing around him he compliments you so much you get embarrassed. he wishes you would sing on a track with him, but understands you don’t want to mix working with pleasure! he’s more stern in the studio anyways, especially in this phase of his life. you don’t need to see that side of him
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - knows all your turn on spots ( he has engraved them in his head ) he will wait until he has teased you to your breaking point, before paying them any mind though. your waterline filling up with tears in frustration, “mikey..stop”. his bottom lip slightly extends at your crybaby expression, “aww I’m sorry”.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - sitting separate at an event and the camera pans to you? he is shifting in his seat, the big ring on your finger is shining, you’re blushing at being named ‘mrs.jackson’? oh god this will more than likely it will have him between, your thighs in his dressing room soon as he gets the chance.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - doesn’t want a blowjob from you EVER the thought of anything being in your mouth that way irks him, but he does prefer you wear any jewelry or heels he’s bought you when making love. “I don’t get the concept of that… I should be making you feel good”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - slow kisser. slow KISSER. SLOW KISSER!!
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - aftercare specialist he will make sure you are catered to after such a vulnerable act. per his ‘rule’ you must get lots of water afterwards. ( it usually ends up being orange juice ). “you must get fluid in your body, it’ll regain your strength!”.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - inspection kink having you over his knee while he gets to see how wet he made you? heaven! bonus points if it’s in a dressing room and your tight dress is pulled up over your hips.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - always tells you you’re pretty, walking around the house hair sticking on the top of your head? pretty. having a tiny spat with him over d**** r****? prettier. he likes that you’re protective over him, asking how do you look after getting ready bashfully avoiding eye contact with him? prettiest.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - films you every. single. day. at this point your favorite princess’s name has a new owner because that’s the only thing he addresses you as in all footage. its gotten to the point where that’s what the fans and even his own family calls you!
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- dislikes overly sexual fan mail saying they’ll replace you, he crumbles it up because that’s literally NOT possible. “why the hell did she write this?”, his eyes are rolling back so hard & his lips were scrunched up. you laughed grabbing it from his hands skimming through the vulgar pen marks. “ weirdo” , “michael!” .
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- in love with your thighs!! he gets sad when you complain about putting on holiday weight. “you look beautiful.. very womanly I love it”, he embraced you from behind. he loves when the lace of your skimpy lingerie looks like it’s going to pop
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you have so many love bites and marks between your thighs it’s ridiculous. “I can’t even wear my swimsuit mikey!”, you yelled from the bathroom. “why you don’t like it?” you huffed. “no you marked me up!”, “…. and?”. you kissed your teeth, “michael… it looks like mosquitos had a cook out on my legs!”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- watches you sleep when he can’t instead of waking you up, he admires your glitter lotion radiating in the moonlight. you always smelt so soft his favorite part of the night was coming home to his favorite lady. he pecked your spine in kisses if you slept topless! which was normally what you did
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you must leave a kiss mark on his cheek if he’s about to leave the house by himself, or even if you are going with him! everyone needs to know you’re his. “wait do the red one!”, you sighed the lipstick bullet worn out by this point. “michael everyone knows we are married!”, he squinted his eyes glaring at you. “m’sorry didn’t hear you love, my ears stopped working”
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- slow sex. slow SEX. SLOW SEX!!! , he refuses to do any quickies either you are going all the way or he’d rather wait. you aren’t a groupie if it isn’t an hour at the least he thinks it’s a waste of time.
⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- please let the man spoil you he doesn’t mind it one bit!! gift giving is his favorite and bonus you’ll always get an additional letter attached!
summary : after proposing michael planned a runway trip to ‘the most magical place on earth’
warnings : smut, 18+, mentions of vomiting for two seconds at the beginning, comedic fluff in the middle, mentions of jerking off, first time sex ( m receiving! ), inexperience oral ( f receiving! ) , overstimulation. he literally talks about being inside you a billion times??? LMFAO
a/n : well if you want a part three let me know??? this took me DAYS to think of a plot ( this was so filthy I apologize )
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you were staring at the beaming sunlight glittering onto the california road. meanwhile michael looked like he was going to hurl at any moment, he had already snuck out once and that was one thing. driving to another state for two days while his dad was on a ‘work trip’? he’s wondering if he will even be alive once his black shoes touches the marble floor, if he doesn’t make it back before he does. he wasn’t a crazy driver either, his brother’s took pride in teaching him to drive, but he wishes he just mustered up the courage to ask bill. to add to his list of worries he also stole a car out the garage…, and now he was pulling over?
“um michael?!” , you two were on the side of an public flower garden. he held his torso vomiting into the withered patch of grass, you came up behind him rubbing his back. “my goodness are you okay?”, he faced you blinking back the little tears in his waterline. “sorry I’m uh.. sorry” his voice quivered you hugged him tightly. “mikey if you want to turn-“ he shook his head no, “please don’t worry this is normal.. just got worried that’s all, I have a dance I need to perfect once we get back”.
his behavior wasn’t normal he has opened up about his father here and there but not much. if he does speak to you about it, afterwards he tends to drown himself in any form of ‘kiddy’ media to make himself laugh. of course you didn’t mind as you loved to watch or play games with him!, but part of you did get sad knowing the reasoning why he latched onto it in the first place. michael got back into the car you decided to drive the rest of the way, looking over he was fast asleep clutching one of your stuffed animals in his hand. it made you smile at the memory when he playfully begged you, if he could take one home. he just wanted to have your scent with him after a long day of working.
three hours later you two were checking into something called a ‘cinderella suite’. apparently it’s not an easy room to get, but when you’re obviously michael jackson that issue goes out the window. you were unpacking your bags, placing them in one of the big brown closets in front of the huge beds. michael was staring at the bathroom ceiling, it was accompanied with a very deep light up tub and stars engraved in the ceiling. you joined him leaning your head onto his arm.
“are you comfy?” his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “very thank you so much for this”, he immediately became bashful at your words. “of course I’m.. happy”, you shut your eyes a grin gracing your face. his soft voice melted your heart he was truly just a sweetheart. the fact he more than likely wrote this all out, just to plan for you made your brain feel like mush. “michael?”, he looked down at you. “we probably should eat”, for a brief moment he wanted to blurt out your surprise dinner plans. before you could process, he grabbed your hand running you out of the suite and into the park.
“michael!” he giggled, “it’ll be worth it promise!”. completely out of breath, you two were in front of a castle like restaurant. “god damn.. mikey jesus”, all you heard was an eruption of laughter. “well I hope you never have to run track, you’re worse than tito!” you side eyed him, “boy anyways! lets go my stomach is touching my back”. he poked your cheek before interlocking his hands with yours. this restaurant was… empty? “uh mike why isn’t there-“ he quickly turned to you, “I rented it out!” your eyes widened. it was not only humongous with nobody in here, but you knew michael was about to have a field day with the amount of characters in here.
so you’re about an hour in and you would think michael proposed to minnie, the way she has been miming away at your table. part of you wanted to yank the cast members plush head off, I mean it has to be hot as fuck in that costume. this was fine at first, you were fully immersed and enjoying yourself! it seems this minnie had other plans. every time she turned to you she put that furry hand up to her mouth like she was laughing, then entertained your loving fiancé to be by mimicking his dancing. one more damn spin and this plate of steak was about to go flying. not to mention michael has had a giggle fit since you were outside. which was making your sides burn, you both knew nothing was funny but his laughter was so contagious!
as if on que michael reached for your hand the lights in the room dimmed into a deep purple, a group of violin players were adjacent to the stage behind you. you latched onto him walking towards the cleared out floor, a warm hand wrapped onto your waist placing you in an slow dancing position. michael has always been a romantic, he doesn’t understand why someone wouldn’t. before you two even started dating, he would send you letters if he got too busy to call. which was rare because he loved being on the phone. he made sure to spray the paper in his perfume, adding freshly written poetry on the back of his letter just for you.
“sorry for taking so long, we both were trying to stall this is your surprise so.. surprise!” he stepped back to turn you, the soft music taking over the air. you couldn’t help, but press your head into his chest in embarrassment. he laughed pleasantly satisfied with you being the shy one, soon as he left your place he made a lot of calls to get this day to be perfect. you both remained slow dancing in this position, with your head now turned to watch the band play. “I hope I didn’t do um.. too much?” he whispered this lowly. you were quick to disagree, “michael I feel like a princess right now, I wasn’t expecting this at all!” you pulled yourself up to kiss him on the cheek, he returned to the shy man you’re used too.
he fought every urge to cover his face, “thank you so much mikey”. the music ended he paid the bill not before saying, he wanted to end the renting process early and he’ll pay for all the remaining customers. you both left hand in hand once again, the sun was setting and you noticed a ferris wheel. “oh my gosh can we get on that?”, he looked up to see what you were talking about. “of course but..” he tagged you, “last one there gets no cotton candy!”. his long legs took off running, “mike you cheated!”. you ran after him. now you both were panting onto the metal seat, you were resting against his shoulder. “haha no cotton candy for you!” you tickled his stomach earning a line of giggles out of him.
you looked out the window the sky was now covered in stars and a little fireworks show was outside. “mikey?” he turned to you, “can I have a kiss?” you don’t know why you felt shy now, but it may have to do with michael taking charge of the day… which was making you throb. he nodded pulling you onto his knee, in his usual fashion he kissed you slowly. his long fingers were gently rubbing your thigh once more. you squirmed and trust me he noticed, his heart was hitting his chest so hard. he knew what tonight was going to involve, and although he was excited he was terrified.
sneaking back home after leaving your place the house was empty which was rare but perfect. he walked into his brother’s room, taking out every single lewd magazine he could find. he wanted you to be pleased, so if he had to sneak and study until everybody got back home so be it! he was on the carpet floor, a page with a woman nude laying doggy style on camera caught his eye. it didn’t make him hard, because of her body instead he was trying to imagine your pussy. was it pink like he saw the one time he accidentally, put his brother’s porn vhs tape into the tv? maybe it was more brown like? he has seen that in magazines before, was your labia tucked away or was it puffy and visible to the eye? the more he thought the stiffer he got, which meant a trip to the bathroom.
only thing that was heard was whining his back was sweaty pressed against the cold wood, his hand just wouldn’t stop moving. he wanted to know, he needed to know. he got you the prettiest ring in the store that very morning to propose like he promised. he felt so dirty doing this but he couldn’t lie to himself, he wanted to be inside you so bad. taste you even if he doesn’t know how, he figured you’ll at lease teach him.. right? his breathing hitched it was far from an consistent pattern. he pleaded with himself, “I need… god please forgive me- i ne- nngh”. before he knew it that ‘sinful’ substance coated his hand again. he pulled his boxers and pants back up, grabbing a towel to clean up his mess landing on the mirror this time. he ran into his brother’s room afterwards, placing each book back where it was. he felt like something was happening so he jumped back into his bedroom.
he was right his family was back home he assumed they thought he was sick sense, he did mention he was going out to get ‘some cold medicine’. his mother entered the room turning the light on, “‘michael?”. she sat onto the bed turning him over by the shoulder, “oh goodness you really are sick, you face is burning up and..”. she touched his forehead, “you’re sweating! don’t worry mother will make you soup”. she walked out the room cutting the light back off. he stared at the ceiling in disbelief of what just happened, he decided it was probably time for a long shower.
micheal was sitting on the bed of the suite. meanwhile you were panicking in the bathroom, trying to figure out what color lingerie you should wear. one was red which was one of his favorite colors.. ,but the other was purple which was also his favorite color. you huffed to yourself and just went with red. it was a teddy style lace piece, it wasn’t as sheer as the purple. once you two got off the ferris wheel and returned here, michael changed into pajamas. he was now laying across the bed, eyes shut tight trying to remember everything he took notes on and read.
you walked out the starry lit bathroom, all the lights in the room were off besides the gust of light from the moon overshadowing the floor. it was very dark but enough for you to see each other. you stood in front of michael the scent of your lotion took over his thoughts, he sat up his wide hands holding your hips. “this is beautiful”, he dragged his fingers along the lines of the lace. “you think so?.. I was so stressed in the store picking it out” he laughed. “why?”, you pouted for a brief moment looking down at the honey colored floor panel. “I didn’t think you would want me”. his brows furrowed in genuine confusion, “what?” he covered his face blushing intensely into his palms. your hand was then held up, he ran his finger across the heart shaped diamond wrapped around you.
“you’re insane, I can tell you a story of me not wanting someone”, he kissed the top of the gemstone. your face reddened at his actions, “look.. my first time, that wasn’t actually a first time! because I kinda..”. both his palms found their way onto his skin again. “god this is so embarrassing!”, you shook your head, placing your hand onto the back of his neck. “my first girlfriend I guess..? she had said all this sexual stuff on the phone and invited me over”. he sighed “so long story short I was there on the bed and um.. she started to undress the button on my top but I just covered my face”. you giggled trying to imagine this. “I just wasn’t prepared!, she left I know she probably hated me for that”. you pecked his forehead.
“well michael” you removed his hands off his face, leaning over his body with an arch in your back. the lace panties now clinging to the little major wet spot. “how do you feel now?”, he avoided eye contact his mouth was watering and dry all in one. “I.. want to see you”, you tilted your head. “see what mikey?”, your voice sounded so sweet now he had to explain himself or maybe… not? he pressed his finger above your clit. your eyes enlarged at his boldness. “oh I see”, you pulled his finger down to the wet pool on the cloth. “you want to see my pussy michael? how dirty of you” , he winced at your words too embarrassed to say anything. pulling the lace set off you let it rest onto the floor, “all yours” . he didn’t know what he was expecting, but somehow you were how he envisioned in his mind.
a wad of wetness was tangled around your outer labia, if he were to just spread it apart the hidden build up from tonight would reveal its self even more. “it’s pretty”, he got off the bed getting onto his knees. “may I?” , you nodded he held your legs apart with his hands as he smooched up and down your slit. a chain of wetness connected against his lips. “michael-“ , his doll like eyes looked up at you. he slid his mouth onto your clit, slurping you slowly yet sloppily. for this to be his first time doing this, it damn sure didn’t feel like it. “so.. hmph! good”, you practically could feel him grinning midway. a pop! sound was made as he pressed his lips away from your pussy.
he lifted you onto the bed. you straddled him as he sat down, his back against the headboard. he felt your slickness, against the fabric of his pajama pants. you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands finding their way on both sides of your ass. you two were being so messy. his tongue was taking up all your air. it felt like he was kissing you faster the more eager he got. you raised yourself back a familiar string of spit connected you both once again. “I can’t wait any longer”. you laughed getting off of him , arching yourself onto the edge of the bed. swiftly removing his pants and boxers, he was behind you rubbing his pre drenched cum tip against your entrance.
his skin prickled in heat sparks it was only a brief moment, but does this feel this warm?, “michael you can go ahead” you giggled at his hesitation. he pushed himself inside of you, you’d be the first to admit he was wide and took a little getting used to but with how much you were turned on? you truly didn’t mind one bit. “fuck”, it was such a small thing micheal cursed of course but his voice was so needy something you hadn’t heard before. he very slowly thrusted into you. “you’re so w..warm, this is so tight”, he was whining so much with every single pump. “I don’t wanna stop I can’t-“ he honestly didn’t have any thoughts in his mind only sensations. it was like the warmth of your pussy was a feeling he hadn’t felt before, but in combination with the feeling of your spongey walls? he couldn’t stop talking.
“I love your-“ he has to stop himself but he can’t what the hell is happening? , “…pussy this is so good my god- I’m s..so sorry this is so v..vulgar”. you were gripping onto the golden bedsheets for dear life, you were crying just as much as he was but for a different reason. not only were you being stretched out, but he was moving so fast and whimpering about being inside you so much. all you wanted was to hear him forever. you were so soaked and trust me you could hear it. everytime his dick pushed in all you could hear was smacking noises rutting back into you, messy globs of clear stickiness latched onto your thighs. “ you’re so hot on the inside nngh- it feels so g-good”, the bed was dipping from creaking so loud.
you were drooling onto the sheets not really having any thoughts either, a white gooey rim was frothing up. you couldn’t even protest, man… this really did feel good. michael leaned his slender body over your back kissing the top of your ear, “I know this is a lot m’sorry”. little droplets of sweat ran down the crease on your back. he was so overstimulated fucking you was starting to be too much, “I gotta.. stop before I-“. he knew cumming inside was a horrible idea so why can’t his hips stop moving? “ah! mikey.. you-“ he felt like a bee in honey, his teeth sank into your shoulder pulling himself out before you two would be having a new addition.
he rolled himself onto his back, only thing visible was stars. “mikey?”, you panted placing your hand on his chest “you okay?”. he grinned breathlessly nodding. “yes”, you bent yourself over with the little energy you had mustered up, kissing his tip until he came in your mouth. “what- oh!” he cried out softly until his cum hit the back of your throat. you collapsed onto his body, “you did amazing”. he laughed, “ I feel exhausted” the bed shifted then it REALLY shifted.
“um michael?!” he pulled you into his arms as the wood panel holding the mattress in place, hit the floor. “well so much for aftercare”, you two couldn’t stop laughing. luckily everyone working went home, so you’d have time to explain this in the morning. “how about we take a bath?” , he said between giggles you nodded holding hands as you went into the bathroom.
summary : when your anger is spiking michael knows just how to calm you down
warnings: smut, 18+, lots of sweet talking, fingering, he’s can’t stop staring at you, he becomes super dominant at one point??, ofc aftercare ( with cockwarming! )
a/n : this was not the fic I was going to post today but I’ve been mad all morning lmfao
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you were scrubbing this damn bathtub so hard the paint was threatening to fly off. that bitch took it too far at michael’s photoshoot. “ohh michael you would fit this sooooo well” , “ohhh michael what big hands you have compare them to mines!”, “ohhhh michael you would be such a sweet dad” the maids walking by your bathroom did a double take as you were the one cleaning, but quickly taking the opportunity to have an off day. the crunching noises from the sponge was bouncing off the wall so loud it was ear splitting. not to mention you left the shoot early, making an excuse you were sick so there’s no telling what bullshit was said after you bolted out of there.
the sounds of clacking was next, of course this was your loving husband and the heavy silver buckles on his boots. “um.. uh baby?” his eyes were widened at the view. no reply from you which slightly made him afraid, he plopped himself down on the marble floor beside you. “bill brought kfc do you want some? I’ll even give you the best piece!”. he leaned his head to smile at you, eyeing you up and down. “yeah? give some to that whore she could use it”. michael didn’t mean to burst out laughing at your comment, but he genuinely found this to be very stupid for you to be mad about.
“sweet girl you sound ridiculous… is that why you’re in here like cinderella?”, you glared at him he was damn near impossible to stay mad at but especially when he’s having a whole giggle fit. “mike I’m serious!”, he reached over into the tub moving the sponge out of your hand. “for starters I don’t like you cleaning you’re not a housewife” he made sure to say this sternly, suddenly he was behind you his heavy hands at your waist to stand you up. “second women do this to me all the time, but I’m not interested.” you leaned your head onto his chest, he rubbed your scalp against his fingers.
“I’m in love with you endlessly”. you rolled your eyes you wanted to be mad so bad, but michael is so easy on the ears. he doesn’t raise his voice and if you said you needed space, he would give it to you even with a ping in his heart. “think of it like this she only knows ‘oh wow michael jackson!’, but you know me personally I’m not just the singing twirling man on stage”. this made you laugh, “yeah so what people fantasize about me?, you actually know me silly girl”.
he released you from his arms. “now can we please get out this bathroom, I want to get out of all these heavy clothes and eat”. you nodded interlacing your hand with his, you walked into your bedroom. “how’d she even make you that upset?, you usually don’t care about that type of thing”. well dammit this time was much different than usual and partially was probably because he looked so good on set. michael usually wears his floral perfume, late night while you were sleeping he dug through your stash. taking one of your favorites, this way it felt like you’d be with him during the long grueling day.
seeing him dressed up sometimes made you feel like a fan girl when you see him. then on top of that he was basking in your fragrance?, you contemplated about giving him the baby he’s been begging for. you admit you may have a slight big obsession with your husband but that’s your business! you couldn’t really answer his question, you barely had an emotion that made sense let alone an answer.
you laid sprawled on the bed as michael changed into something more comfortable. momentarily his speech wasn’t being paid anymind to, as you thought back on the hour when you went to visit your husband. it wasn’t that you thought she could take michael from you, god no it was the fact that she touched the parts of his skin you only have access to. the parts you dig your nails into, the parts that rests against your stomach when he’s inside you. that’s what enraged you.
“hey where’d you go?” michael was now standing in front of you. “sorry” confusion landed on his face, “baby I know you’re not still thinking of that makeup artist”. you pouted it was over with. you weren’t even mad at him anymore, the horse has been dead for a whole thirty minutes. for some reason you just couldn’t shake this rattling feeling in your bones. both his hands were pressed on your bare legs. you were wearing a lingerie silk purple night gown, you bought a long time ago. he kissed your cheek, teasingly cooing “my jealous girl”. the bed dipped as he sat next to you, pulling your head onto his lap.
his hand rubbed your back as your nightgown left you exposed underneath. it was very short originally when you were frantic in the bathroom, you had on fuzzy pajama pants. a mirror was overlooking your side, giving michael a full view of your pussy since you were in fetal position. “I never noticed this had glitter on the back”, your breath hitched at his sudden low tone. “you find such pretty things”, his fingers pulled the rest of the cloth up your backside. “for you to be so angry, you sure are getting sticky” you panted being fully exposed was one thing, but being in front of a mirror added an extra layer. two fingers messed around with your inner and outer labia.
“I don’t know why you’re letting this lady impact you so much”, minuscule noises prompted out your mouth. “you’re all I could ever want, do you know how lucky I am?”. he spread you apart his tacky fingers thumping between your plush labia. “my love you’re my everything I truly mean that”. a consistent thwack! sound was heard as his words coated your ears. “she’s pretty noisy tonight huh?”, he said this in a teasing tone again embarrassment clawed at your skin. “you’re the only one who ever sees this side of me, foolish of you to think I’d want otherwise..”. this came out more sharp than he wanted but it was true.
“by the way I fired her after you left, I saw the moment you got upset so… don’t think I can’t read you, if anyone can pick up emotions changing it’s me”. for a moment you felt guilt knowing his childhood revolved around high’s and low’s. from a young age the quickest lesson michael learned was faces, and how to find the hidden paths it can reveal. you moved his hand away, causing him to swiftly pull away. “did I hurt you?”, you didn’t say anything instead you straddled him giving him a hug. “I’m sorry michael”, he held you tightly. “it’s okay” he giggled, “I’m not mad at you love” he pecked your shoulder.
“can I make you feel good? lease thing I can do” you nodded. “m’kay lay on my chest and open your legs”, you obeyed. his ear directly behind yours, “greedy girl wants me all to herself huh?”. his hand interlocking itself at your core, rubbing slow circles against your hardened clit. “hmph! m-m”, he laughed gently “can’t even get my name out?”. he slammed his hand onto your clit, “i wanna hear it tell me who this belongs to”. you yelped at the firm contact, “c-can’t”. you felt his eyes on you, “you mean to tell me..” his slow circles became faster, “all this whining you’ve been doing since I’ve got home..”. his hand glided down your slick arousal, one of his fingers tapping threatening to pop in your entrance. “and you can’t even say my name?”.
you winced at his shift in behavior ,“that’s fine I’ll get it all out, you just relax”. he pumped two curved fingers into your warm gummy walls, shielding sense of touch. “maybe it’s up here?”, you gripped his right arm digging your nails in harshly. “no? not here” he pushed in further, your wetness swishing back into its self. “michael please”, your back arched propping yourself up. “there it is”, tears fell from your eyes as you babbled incoherent words. “come on sweet girl you can let it out I’m right here.. let me see”.
your mouth watered he felt so deep inside you, he was mushing on your weak spot tenderly. you could feel his heart pounding on your back, and god if only you knew how much sloppiness he was shoving in and out your hole. he genuinely would do this all night if you asked. seeing your eyes roll back, you barely being able to get a word in and the deep red marks carved into the white markings on his biceps made it all worth it. “I’m c-cu” he peppered your cheek in kisses, “I know pretty I see it”. he cooed once again. your body immediately felt limp, as he pulled his fingers out of you.
“you okay?”, he pushed your hair out your face. nodding you turned back into fetal position as nothing, but cum flowed out your pussy and down your thighs. michael slightly felt like a perv, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching this in the mirror. your body automatically pulsing it out of you, a thick slimy splotch encased your vulva. “m’okay” you pecked his chest. he opened the nightstand grabbing a fresh towel, “I know you’re sensitive but I have to clean you up”. if he looked any longer he was going to overstimulated you for another hour. you parted your legs while he dragged the fabric until, you were more so damp than soaked.
he took the gown off leaving you bare, lifting you up into the other bathroom you didn’t attack. “michael!” you giggled, “just running you a bath I’ll join you”. he kissed you sweetly, holding you until the water fully ran. he planted you down undressing himself, before getting into the water. usually when you two take a bath you cock warm him, and this wasn’t any different. “you’re supposed to be getting aftercare right now”, you rolled your eyes. “this is normal!” he playfully bit your shoulder, “okay but if I put a baby in here..” his finger poked at your stomach. “you can’t get mad”. you gleefully stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. “I love you so much” you grinned “I love you more always” .
Context: You’re a 2000s socialite, the cameras and gossip blogs love you. Most people want you at their events, to make sure the cameras follow, that their names or brands make it into the tabloids. The most recent even you went to was an album release party. Some up and coming hip hop artist. You had little expectations for the party.
Except, you meet someone. Not just anyone. It’s The Michael Jackson. A legend in the flesh. He’s older, mature, very glamorous. And he’s taken an interest in you. Unexpectedly, you hit it off, so you invite him back to your hotel. Shocked… when he actually says yes.
(Brief notes for the timeline: this is set in the early 2000s, and won’t be fully historically accurate. Michael is in his pre-invincible era, freshly divorced, still writing a new album. This little fic will include some mad disrespect (from the FMC’s POV because she’s a BRAT) to some people involved in Michael’s real life so if you’re sensitive to that, please don’t read.)
Warnings: graphic sexual content. breeding and praise kinks. This is just a filthy fic, okay. MDNI AT ALL.
Enjoy!
His cologne envelopes my nose, musky and delicious. My head swims with desire as I pull back from the kiss.
“I haven’t been with an older man before,” I say softly, perched on his lap in the back of his white limousine. I run my fingers over the details of his fine suit, the embroidered vest… god, his style. He's so sexy.
Michael hums, hands gently resting on my hips. “And… how old are you again?” He asks quietly, so reserved and polite, I can’t believe I managed to convince the Michael Jackson to come home with me. I’m practically purring in his lap, rubbing on him like a cat in heat. And all he’s done is kiss me.
“Twenty five,” I say, gazing at his face. I tilt my head, and my long soft honey blond curls slip to the side. “Am I too young for you, baby?” I tease, tilting his chin up to meet my lips. I kiss him again, and he groans quietly, so embarrassed that he can’t resist me.
Our lips move together, softly, but passionately. I moan into his mouth, pulling myself closer to him, pressing my breasts into his chest. A soft sound escapes him as the limousine glides through New York city to my hotel, car horns sounding outside as R&B gently plays from the speakers.
He's so old school, it's crazy hot. Such a gentlemen. I couldn't name how many of these big artists or rappers would just outright ask me to fuck, knowing damn well they wouldn't call me the next morning, or even learn my name.
But Michael? God.
He'd asked my name, asked what I did. Held eye contact as I talked about the artist we were both here to support, mentioned how I knew him. He was so soft spoken it was driving me crazy. When I'd just had enough and asked if he wanted to take the conversation back to my hotel, he'd agreed. Softly saying, “lead the way, Daphne.”
God.
I wondered if he had understood what I meant, but from the way his hand slid down my back to almost touch my ass as we walked to where his driver would meet us...
I pounced the moment that door car door shut.
I didn't even care if anyone saw us leave together.
I kiss his throat, then nibble on his earlobe. He sighs, holding my hips, gently squeezing. "I don't usually do this," he murmurs.
"No?" I purr, kissing his jaw. He's already hard, I can feel him between my thighs. I smile coyly, cupping his face as I kiss his neck again. God, he smells so delicious.
"I got divorced… recently."
I sit up and look him in the eyes. I didn't even know he was married, or rather... still married. Him and his wife hadn't been seen in public for a while.
"I'm sorry," I say gently, pouting my bottom lip a little, "when?"
"A month ago."
My head tilts. He still has his hands me, holding me firmly. "You wanna stop?" I whisper. He glances over me, swallowing, gaze lingering on my low cut rich brown dress, how my breasts peak out from the gap, glistening with glittered body oil. He shakes his head and I smile slowly, "I can make you forget for a little bit," I murmur, grinding on him gently. "If that's what you want."
"I do," he murmurs.
"Yeah?"
He nods, swallowing again, and I gently bite my lip as I feel his grip on me tighten. "You're beautiful," he practically whispers. I bask in the praise, goosebumps skittering over me. I kiss him, cupping his cheeks. I can't quite believe I'm straddling Michael Jackson's lap right now, but I am. And he wants me.
His hands slide over my ass, taking a firm grip of the flesh. I moan, then squeal as he slaps me gently. I bite his bottom lip, then kiss him harder.
We pull up to my hotel not long later. The street outside is quiet, and so is the foyer. Michael's security does a quick sweep of the hotel and my room after I give them the key, then we're on the move. I'm so excited, i’m practically vibrating out of my panties as we wait, standing separately in the elevator. He watches me with those pretty doe eyes and I watch him back, still in disbelief that I get to fuck him tonight.
I take him to my room, and the moment the door is shut, I slide off my silk dress and reveal my body to him. His eyes graze over me, and he slowly slides off his long coat. His outfit is so finely put together it would be a shame to take it off, but... I want him. I want him bad.
He loosens his tie as I smirk and sway my hips to the bedroom, bending over purposefully and sliding off my thin black thong.
"God damn," he mutters from behind me as I climb onto the bed and wait for him, lying on my back.
His fine embroidered vest slides off, then his shirt, then those tailored pants. "You sure about this?" he asks me gently, moving over to the bed, so hard beneath his boxers I suddenly can't really think. My body burns, sex pulsing.
"Take them off, and fuck me."
He smiles, teeth latching gently onto that bottom lip briefly. He eases his cock out from his boxers, then beckons me over with a twitch of his long fingers. "Come here."
I gasp, excited, and shift onto my front, crawling over to the edge of the bed where he's standing, hard and ready. I know what he wants. My lips are one of my best features. Or at least People Magazine seems to think so.
I kneel, then ease his cock into my mouth, gazing up at him and pout my lips whilst sucking on his tip. His eyelids flutter as I suck harder, slathering him in my saliva. His hand rests gently on my head, then slides down to hold my cheek as I slide his length in and out of my mouth. "Beautiful," he murmurs, and I feel him pulse in my mouth as I moan for him.
His lustful sighs are so intoxicating that my own arousal drips down my inner thigh. I squirm, pressing my thighs together I ease Michael's cock deep into my throat and hold him here. He pulses, precum oozing so much I can taste him. "That's it," he praises softly, caressing my cheek with his thumb, "that's it, baby."
My eyes water as I slide him out, gasping for air. I blink the moisture away and lick my lips, gazing up at him.
"Lie back."
I do as he asks, completely entranced by him. My heart races as my thighs spread, revealing myself to his eyes. I slide my fingers down my stomach, towards my pussy. I'm soaked, completely, and I might've been embarrassed if it had been any of those random guys but Michael seems so into it that I'm into it too.
He touches me, grazing those long fingers through my slit before easing one inside of me. Pleasure tingles through me, but I want more. Right now.
"Please," I whine, spreading my thighs further, "Please, please, please."
He smiles, still so reserved despite his focus being locked in on my cunt. Then he's moving over me, positioning himself at my entrance, sliding inside. I gasp as my toes curl, my back arching as he fills me.
"Jesus," he hisses, using his forearms to hold himself over me as he stills between my thighs. I whine more, squirming against him, wanting more friction. Then he's moving, hips thrusting into me, pleasure spreading all over my body.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, caressing my hands up his arms to his shoulders. My legs bend and press back into the mattress, spreading myself wider for him. He groans, noticing my flexibility, pushes himself deeper, thrusts faster, more eager.
Obscene sounds leak out of where our bodies connect. I'm so wet, I can hear each movement. But I don't care, this man is insanely hot. I've never been this turned on before. I whine, wanting his lips and pout my own, "Kiss me,"
He does, and I wrap my arms around his neck as his hips continue to pound himself into me.
Then he's pulling out, motioning with a flick of those long fingers for me to turn over. I do so, eagerly pushing my ass in the air as he holds my hips.
This is exciting, so exciting. I'm keening, blushing and smiling as he pushes his cock back inside me, groaning as my wet heat envelopes him again. From this angle he hits a sweet spot inside of me, sending fireworks up my back. "God," I moan into my pillow, gripping the sheets as he grips my ass, smoothing a palms over the flesh then lightly slapping it.
"Feel good, baby?" he asks, voice hushed and so gentle I press myself back into him.
"Yes," I reply, glancing at him over my shoulder, "so so good. You're a king, baby."
His thrusts harden, grip tightening on my hips. An orgasm begins, tingling up from my toes, making me whine needily. "Don't stop," I plead. He groans, quickening his pace. "Just like that," I gasp, tingling rising faster and faster.
"Inside me," I beg, so overcome with desire and pleasure I don't want anything else but to feel this man release inside me. "Cum inside me, please."
His groans turn into a moans, thrusts hard and fast. My own orgasm hits me, and my vision whites out. I cry out, trembling, pulsing around him. With one last thrust, he cuts, pressing himself deep, holding himself there.
I can feel him throbbing, moisture sliding down my inner thigh. I'm panting into my mattress, dazed and relaxed as Michael caresses my hips, then slowly pulls out of me. I squeak when he pops free, surprised at how tightly my sex was holding onto him.
I flop forwards, then twist onto my back, looking to the man who made me orgasm harder than I have done before. "Where're you going?" I ask softly as he stands, reaches for his boxers, cock still hard and glistening.
He glances at me, face calm, despite the slight flush in his cheeks. "What do you mean?" he asks.
"Stay," I command in a light voice, patting the bed beside me. There is more than enough space, and I plan on having him again before dawn. I hold eye contact, knowing I'm going to get what I want, since I usually do. He watches me for a moment before he moves back onto the bed, lies next to me.
I smile, pleased, then get up, heading to the bathroom to clean up, wash my make up off and everything else. "Don't go anywhere," I tease, padding nude to the bathroom. He smiles a little, though I can see it in his face he can't quite believe we fucked.
When I reemerge, clean and ready for bed, he's still there. I climb into bed beside him, smiling at him. "What is it?" I ask.
"You're so young," he mutters.
"I'm twenty five. A full adult, actually."
"I mean in comparison to me."
I grin, and he glances away from me, lifting his hand to rub at his brow, as if he is genuinely stressed about this. I giggle at him. "Oh stop fretting, old man," I grasp his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face, "our age gap isn't that bad, I've been approached by eighty year olds."
He looks at me, frowning, "And you accepted?"
"No! I'm not a hoe."
He sighs, looking back to the ceiling. I want to laugh at him so bad because I can still see him thinking about our age gap. Which is not even that bad. Only fourteen years.
"Want to take me out to breakfast tomorrow?" I ask. He glances at me. "If it'll make you feel more like a gentlemen."
"Sure," he agrees. I yawn into my hand and snuggle close him, deciding in that moment, as he puts his arm around me, that I think I'd like to keep him. I've been thinking about getting a boyfriend for a few weeks now, actually.
"Are you on birth control?" Michael asks once we've been quiet for a few minutes.
"Yes," I say sleepily, eyes closed as I rest my head on his chest. "Disappointed?" I ask the quiet. He huffs, and I smirk.
We fuck again when morning comes, finishing inside me when I ask him to, then he does as he said he would, and takes me out for breakfast. I'm smiling like crazy at the odd romance of it all. He chooses a nice place for breakfast that gives us a private room so we can drink mimosas and eat smoked salmon.
I kind of half expect him to bid me farewell for good when his limousine drops me back at my hotel, but when I'm about to get out, he says: "wait."
I glance back at him, fluttering my eyelashes. "Yes?"
"Your cell phone."
I bite my lip as I grin, sliding the device out of my little pink purse. I hand my phone to him, and he gives me his, though frowns when he sees my rhinestone covered device.
When he hands me my phone back, I smirk at his contact. "Michael Jackson," I say, as if I wouldn't know who it is. The fact he put his full name is hilarious. "Cool," I grin, "call me, okay?"
He nods, so serious and so reserved. I'm giddy as I step out of his limousine and head back into my hotel, heels clicking with a big fat smile on my face.
Yeah, I know that man is mine now.
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End notes:
Okay so what did we think?! I’m low key in such a mature Michael Jackson phase that I’ve been devouring all content like a maniac omg.
summary: michael stays at your place for the first time. just a few days after being awarded for his off the wall album.
warnings : 18+ suggestive smut?? , shy michael , lots of flirting, mentions of jerking off, he somehow ends up spending the night lmfao.
a/n: i keep thinking how I wish I could’ve been his friend :( + if guys want a part two let me know!
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you were sitting on top of your dryer, listening to michael ramble about how nervous he was going on stage to get his awards. “it was petrifying! I think I hid it well!”, he covered his face giggling. he was leaning against the wall in front of you, dressed in a red sweater and black slacks. usually michael doesn’t get much free time so he snuck out, when he thinks about it too much his heart gets to thumping so… he’s not! “you did hide it well mikey!, I really loved your suit”. he blushed at your compliment. “thank you I wish you could’ve been there, I may have been more calm”. he grinned walking towards you boldly parting your legs so he was standing between you.
“what would.. you have worn y/n?” his pretty doe eyes looked at you intensely. “hmm I think I would have worn something black to match you”. you heard his breath hitch even if his expression didn’t change. “you would’ve looked perfect on my arm”, you tilted your head at him. michael’s curls were slightly resting on his forehead, similar to his documented accomplishment from earlier in the week. he smelt sweet very floral, it was thick but not in an overwhelming way. more like candy coated as it overtook any room he encountered.
he drew swirls against your leg now avoiding eye contact with you. he loved your dryer room it was dimly lit, but the amount of similar colored things gave it unique lighting. “michael can I ask you a question?” he nodded, “of course anything”. you eyed his gentle face before asking. “what’s your favorite thing to do romantically with a girl?”, his eyes widened one of his spacious hands masking his grin. “umm… well I like to- this is embarrassing” , you laughed moving his hand away. “tell me”, he huffed “I’m shy”.
he sighed closing his eyes for a second clearing his mind. “I like… kissing”, you blushed at his sentence. “aww michael that’s so sweet”, you playfully pushed his shoulder. “stop I told you I feel shy..”, it was charming the award winning star being shy about anything. “do you wanna kiss me mikey?”, he glanced at you for a second immediately looking at the dryer beneath you. “I don’t want to not kiss you…” he reached his hand onto your back briefly bringing you in close, you nodded giving him approval. he kissed you so carefully. michael felt like you were a flower on a lily pad, if he pressed your skin too hard it would break.
knowing this was something michael really enjoyed made you throb the tiniest bit. the slightest moans slipped from his lips, his hands were so delicate as his thumb swayed on your leg back and forth, as it was now resting on your thigh. his eyes were closed, brows furrowed. one thing you noticed is he likes to kiss very slowly, he doesn’t like the idea of kissing fast. once he started he couldn’t stop the modest shy man you knew was starting to disappear. now his hands were underneath you, pushing your ass up towards him enough so your chest was against his.
his lips moved so profoundly only auditable that was heard was you two kissing and man he wasn’t lying he really did love this. he pulled away for a moment, “m’sorry… your lips are really soft I didn’t know how to stop” he smiled a blush tinting his brown skin. “no it’s okay I didn’t mind”, michael’s hands stayed in place on your ass while he lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his slender waist, as he led you into your living room. he laid you down on your back before climbing on top of you closing in any space. bringing himself back in he kissed you again although this time he had a question.
“y/n um… do you know how to french kiss?” the question made your heart spin. “kinda?” he laughed “I can teach you hold on” pressing his lips against yours again he kissed you normally for a few minutes, then he moved away placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “open your mouth a little and move as I move”. he stated the most confident sentiment of the night, obeying his tongue danced along with yours the sensation of smooching again filling up the room.
you weeped not really being able to breathe from this angle, but no way in hell were you going to tell him that. you pressed half moons into his back making him shiver in a feeling he didn’t want to express. he was hard against your thigh, very hard actually. his hips bucked up the louder the sounds got. you pushed his chest back for a second, a line of spit connecting you both made its self visible. “michael you’re…”. he immediately got shy once more, not looking you in the face. “I’ll take care of it just um.. ignore it”. you ran your hand against it, a very whiny moan left his throat. “no please I’m too sensitive”
he didn’t mean to mention his big secret. although yes the main reason he wanted to wait until marriage, was a big reason he didn’t have sex. he also felt embarrassed. every single time he hid in his bathroom flipping through a playboy magazine from his brothers, it was a must the sink or shower was on. if not all you would hear was michael making himself cry and sob as pre cum rubbed all down his dick, his eyes shut so tight tears spattered. it wasn’t really a point in the printed pictures even being there. silently pleading with himself about how intense it felt. “hmph.. ugh so… g-good mmh!” a prayer in his mind at the same time, asking god for forgiveness for how lewd his thoughts were. squashing noises in his wide hand, as hot fluid overtook his palm. the thickest shot of cum ending up on whatever surface is in front of him, making him feel guilty as he cleaned it up.
you moved your hand away “marry me” you jolted so fast pulling yourself up, as he sat down next to you on the couch. “I’m sorry did I hear you correctly?!” he giggled “marry me I.. really like you we’ve known each other for a long time so will you marry me?, I’ll get you a really pretty ring”. your arms wrapped around his neck, “michael oh my gosh!” he raised you so you were straddling around his waist. “then we can actually y’know”. you playfully gasped looking at him, “oh does michael want to be inside me?”. he bashfully shielded himself “no! that’s not the only reason!”.
you pecked his cheek “you’re so cute yes michael I’ll marry you”, he placed a little kiss on your neck. “can I stay here tonight?” you nodded as he picked you up again walking into your bedroom shutting the door.
summary : you and michael have been engaged for a bit, you are hanging out in the new penthouse he bought you.
warnings: 18+ filthy smut , barely a plot, mentions of making love, oral ( f receiving! ), aftercare of course!
a/n : off the wall era next! , the stars next to the title will always indicate what era is coming up! I also made a masterlist!
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you, were standing in the bathroom one leg on the counter as you applied your new fruity summer lotion against it. michael was sitting on the bed reading a fresh new peter pan book, he received from a thrift store he snuck in a few days ago. his disguises usually don’t work but this time you helped him. he finally got to shop like a normal person, hear what people’s daily conversations are about and most importantly have a bird eyes view on the way people love.
whether that was a group of teens buying something for the other if they didn’t have enough money, kids running around laughing playing in the store, young adults making plans to try and split the difference to catch a movie or older adults attempting to get decorations for their kids birthday parties. ( he couldn’t resist and gave everyone money, but told his security to do it once he got back into the car ) just simply hearing all of these conversations made his heart happy, he secretly teared up about it behind his black sunglasses once back in his truck.
you were wearing one of michael’s old disney shirts freshly out the shower, you finally finished your ‘post shower routine hopping into the bed. “hi baby” michael said pushing down a corner of his chapter book sitting it aside. you smiled as he pecked your cheek. “hi” you said warmly, “you smell like lemons” he laughed as you moved down to rest your head on his chest.
“you smell like oran- did you take my perfume?!” he side eyed you, before quickly looking at the plant in the corner. “I have no clue what you’re talking about y/n” you swatted his arm, “ow punk!” he giggled. you got up to straddle him. “I knew you couldn’t resist”, rolling your eyes you removed his reading glasses. “now I can see your pretty face”, he smiled kissing you softly.
he felt your bare pussy pulse on his leg, “hmm someone doesn’t have on a certain piece of clothing”. he carefully slid his hand up your leg, “may I inspect?” you nodded as the shirt was now laying onto the beige carpet floor. he raised your body up a little, two of his fingers messed around with your labia. he was fully capable of spreading it apart, but instead all you felt was his thumb taking charge swiping back and forth. your head was now resting on his shoulder, you made eye contact with the wall in front of you panting against his chest.
he on the other hand was silent watching you get even more puffy on his thumb, growing wetter by the second. michael had a thing for playing with you before starting intimacy. it was something about being able to feel your skin at first, then that turning into not being able to feel nothing but stickiness solely from him that really got him going. “please” almost like you were being ignored, he dragged his hand onto your clit rubbing you gently. “you can be louder, let me hear you” obeying his demand you turned back your head, mouth now next to his ear.
“your hand m-michael I… hmph can’t” , he laughed lowly, “we just started love, you have a long way to go”. he felt a film of warmth run down the back of his hand onto his forearm. “I wish you could see how much is coming out of you, I haven’t even made you cum yet”. he completely stopped touching you making you throb around nothing. “relax I’m doing something”. you felt both his hands snake around you, he held your ass apart watching whatever remaining wetness was going down against your thighs. extremely lewd of him, pathetically lewd honestly but he didn’t care.
“michael…” you felt embarrassed knowing he could see inside of you, the height difference giving him a better view didn’t help either. “let me watch for a bit I’ll put my mouth on you I promise”. you twitched at the vulgar language, it’s always shocking hearing him speak like this it never won’t be. “dripping just from being held open?, oh my what a dirty girl you are.” your hand gripped the back of his shirt tightly. “you know… we haven’t made love in this house, I don’t like that.”
in any interview when michael is asked about sex, he is quick to say ‘it’s a private thing’ or ‘I’m a gentleman’. which he isn’t lying the privacy portion isn’t from, if the legendary entertainer bends his fiancé over or not. it’s what flys out of his mouth during it that would probably make a lot of people throw that whole ‘innocent’ act out the window. that is a core part of his personality, he does have a sense of innocence. although the first time you and michael were intimate, you couldn’t believe just how many dirty things could come out one human’s mouth.
nevertheless he is a gentleman always has been. especially when he gets off stage accepting an award , he takes you to his dressing room. always leaving a trail of kisses on your back, asking if you were comfortable, or if anyone made any snarky comments towards you. the more places he kisses the more flushed your skin becomes, which is worth more than away award he received that night.
“lay on your back baby” he releases his firm hold allowing you to finally move, all you wetness now feeling cold from how long he pride you open. getting on top of you, he kissed you neck the biggest weak spot you have. your whole body was tingling barely able to even form any thoughts. your hand ran up and down his back, “so impatient” he patted your clit “I’ve spoiled you too much, I’ll be nice tonight but I won’t tomorrow”. he moved down between your thighs holding your legs up, pussy all against his face. he spat a large amount, you bucked your hips in arousal.
taking your clit in his mouth he sucked lightly, “n-not enough…” you felt a vibration of laughter as he lifted his head up. “alright but you asked for this so don’t start crying”. he pressed your legs back so you couldn’t move, consistently licking up and down your messy slit placing kisses here and there. it was a lot you weren’t expecting him to not stop at all, he kept going it was beyond messy. your skin immediately felt like it was pricked, your heart was beating so fast for a moment you couldn’t register why this felt so intense.
tears flew down your face, just like he called it moans replaced by the whiniest sounds he’s ever heard you make. “I can’t I really can’t!” michael rose himself up enough to look at you, before spitting another long string of spit on your pussy. “aww you cant take it? my poor baby you have to be careful.. what you ask for”. he knew you genuinely didn’t want him to stop , you’re straightforward with him always in that regard.
your slimy labia felt like it was glued apart his tongue was now so deep inside you, squishing and slurping noises was the only thing in your ears. you knew he was messy, but this was overtly like anything he’s done before. words felt like a forgotten memory. all you could do was moan your heart out. you pushed his head down deeper, which made him whimper into you. after what felt like forever he pulled back. very gently pushing your labia back in place. turning his attention onto your clit, from his point of view this cleanup process was going to be long as every crevice of your body below seems drenched.
he went back to coating every single scream out your body, the sheets were beyond soaked between the stream of cum falling out of you and all the saliva that had came out of michael’s mouth “c..hmph cumming” you sounded so sweet that sentence barely sounded coherent, you came hard into his mouth. the thought to overstimulate you was there ,but he decided to save that for another time. I mean you were balling your eyes out from his tongue a break was well deserved.
“good job” he pecked your thigh, you were breathing so hard. one minute he was in front of you, next thing you know he has pulled you over his lap to clean you up with a towel. “jesus… sorry I got carried away” you breathlessly laughed “it’s okay thank you”. he sat you up next to him, handing you a glass of leftover orange juice from the night stand. “I think we’re going to have to sleep in the other room”. he pointed at the big damp spot on the bed. “I’ll have to explain this to the maid in the morning.. and probably make her sign an nda”. he kissed your forehead then poked your shoulder. “tag your it! “ michael bolted out the room “oh my god you didn’t even give me a chance!”
summary : you meet michael after being hired to be his new on set seamstress and he invites you to a secret lounge.
warnings : 18+ smutish?, very suggestive, micheal acts clueless ( are we noticing my favorite thing to write? lmfao ) , he pulls your skirt up for two seconds at some point.
a/n : I have so many ideas my GOD!, + all my mj fics are under the #melakonenmj! I’ll make a masterlist eventually. 👁️👁️ / I feel I could’ve wrote this better but anyways mature era next!!
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you, were nervous as a clam, this was your first shift and you were working for no other than michael jackson. you gathered every ounce of breath back into your body, while suppressing any feelings of puke in your stomach. opening the door you were immediately hit, with an loud session of music. micheal has just finished his speed demon music video, but still wanted to add a few more scenes.
from your view everyone was facing the set sitting in director chairs. except michael wasn’t sitting he was moving his hand to the beat with one hand, a cup of cold orange juice in the other. he looked up and noticed you, not expecting someone around his age to be hired for this job. he turned back around the juice in his mouth flew the wrong way causing him to cough. you also noticed janet was on set with him for this video as support , ( she just wanted to get out of the house ).
“are you alright?” she patted his back between giggling, “sorry I’m okay… jesus” he laughed along with her. “did you pick her out?” he whispered, she stole a quick glance at you. “what no? you can thank your horny brothers for that”, he covered his face before playfully pushing her away. “I guess I’ll go introduce myself” , she rolled her eyes “ I bet “
you were standing still as a tree stomp your heels were digging so firm into your feet, you genuinely thought you’d collapse if you made any sudden movements. a cloud of perfume filled your chest as you saw michael walking towards you and wow was he so much taller in person. he extended his hand “hello my name is michael” your face flushed as you returned the favor “hi I’m… y/n” he smiled “did I make you forget your name there?”
you didn’t have anything to say your mouth watered, felt numb and your heart was beating so loudly you just knew he had to hear it. “no- no sorry just really nervous to be here” he held his hand out again “well that’s okay I’ll led you to the dressing room, I don’t bite” he interlocked his hand with yours. this shocked you immediately, you almost didn’t latch onto his hand properly.
he opened the door of the very spacious room letting you walk in first before, standing next to his customized mirror. he turned his back to you glancing at you in the mirror, as you were avoiding eye contact. every movement he made you heard his belts clinking against his slender body. “see this right here..” he pointed at the string popping out his jacket. “it’s unraveling every time I spin, and it’s becoming really annoying!” you eyed it having no clue how he had disguised it on set all this time, “that’s an easy fix I won’t be here long then!” you nervously laughed as you grabbed black thread out your bag.
“you look really pretty by the way” your eyes enlarged confused if he was suddenly on the phone, but when you looked at him he was looking at you. “oh god um… thank you”, eyeing you up and down he noticed your heels “do your feet hurt?” ( honestly? hell yes, but the fact that he noticed this made you embarrassed )
“kinda but im okay”, he motioned his hand to come towards him as he sat down on his chair “sit with me”, okay yeah you are dreaming and this job is fake because, there is no way in any universe he just spat that out at you. “huh?” you didn’t mean to say that , but it was the first thing on your mind. immediately a soft tent of redness appeared on his face. “im sorry I didn’t mean to make you-“ just as fast, you shook your hands no.
“no! I didn’t know if I heard you correctly” , you sat onto his lap but not fully against him, his perfume even stronger and his skin was cold against your flushed flesh. he reached down to remove your shoes “better?”, he turned his head to look at you directly. “yes- yeah thank you”. he didn’t stop staring he eyed your glossed lips. “I don’t usually see lipgloss these days” you couldn’t do anything but stare at him back “is it sticky?” he grinned.
“a little bit I prefer a thicker formula” his mind went dirty for a few seconds, resulting in him covering his face. letting out a few giggles, as he was imagining a body type. “ I um.. I like it a lot “ he grabbed your right foot, pulling it into the light “ oh no it’s all red” . he massaged it with his very huge hands, “I don’t like people in pain, I’ll try to make it better”. your face was at its highest temperature “michael… please” his heart twitched at your soft tone. “m’sorry”, he pushed your hips above standing you back up.
“you can stay barefoot nobody is coming in here”, you grabbed the side of his jacket, remaining silent as you sewed it up. he watched your movements in the mirror, he felt shy even if it wasn’t obvious to you he was. you were slightly spilling out your top from leaning over, he simply pulled it back up without hesitation. you glanced a thank you at him as he watched you work. “thank you y/n, would you like doing this full time?”
“dammit!” before you could reply you poked yourself with the needle in your hand, a little trail of blood spilled down your finger. “oh um yes I would.. sorry I feel like I’m a mess right now”, he felt your embarrassment maybe he was too bold. “no it’s okay I’ll go get janet, you can still have the job. ” swiftly getting up, he walked out the dressing room.
“hey mike all set?”, he placed both hands on his face leaning his head back. “she um hurt her hand could you help?, it’s nothing serious I just needed some air”. janet furrowed her brows, clearly seeing her brother suddenly bashful. “sure… mike? “ she got up returning to you. your face was deep into a first aid kit you found in micheal’s cabinet. “you okay?” you jumped back not hearing her come in. “yes! sorry I just slipped is michael okay?” she giggled nodding “yeah but I think you made him nervous!”
him nervous? the fuck- , “oh goodness I’m so sorry”. she smiled “don’t worry he gets shy sometimes, you so you can have the job” she patted your back before exiting.
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it was now time for you to leave. you watched michael do a few outtakes, it was very cool to see behind the scenes of his performances. he walked out as you were standing in the lobby. “y/n?” you snapped around at his tender voice. “yes?” you looked up. “sorry if I made you uncomfortable…”, his hand rested onto the back of his neck. “you didn’t truly at all”, a pearly grin made its way back onto his face.
suddenly he was standing near you so close, you could see his chest rising and falling. “come with me”, oh god. “where?”. he walked beside you holding the door open, “in my limo silly!, let me buy you dinner as my apology”. you couldn’t even think and before you knew it, here you are entrapped again with the superstar.
he asked the driver bill to let the privacy window up , after giving directions on where to go, “do you want a drink?” you eyed the very small variety, indicating he probably wasn’t really much of a heavy drinker. “yes um… anything is fine” he nodded pouring white wine into a glass. your mind was so fuzzy not to mention, this drink giving you a buzz made it so unbelievable. it was like his perfume somehow got even heavier. this was more than likely due to the fact, he changed clothes and resprayed the fragrance but the fact still remained.
the bitter liquid hit his lips as he eyed you, “forgive me, I know we just met but I really want to kiss you”. every bit of logic went out the window a long time ago, and you would be a fool to say no. “you can” you whispered out of fear his driver would hear you. his hand rested against your face, pulling you in grabbing your glass from your hand in the process. the tiniest whimper left your lips but he heard it.
he was a gentle kisser but very passionate his hand found its way at your waist. he didn’t care to kiss you quietly either. “it really was sticky” he laughed “you’re very soft” he whispered in your ear. “thank you” your skirt slightly raised up from bill hitting a bump, “are those red polkadots?” he pointed at your underwear “oh um yeah” you barely got that sentence out.
“can I see? I haven’t seen underwear like that before you don’t have to lift it all the way, I just want to see the fabric”. your heart was about to explode. you nodded going to do it yourself, when he took the initiative. a little damp spot was on the center and you prayed to every god there was he didn’t see it. “pretty” well unfortunately for you, he noticed it but he wasn’t going to tell you that.
“may I kiss you again?” he said while readjusting your skirt back down, “mhm” that came out a lot more desperate than you wanted, but who cares. he cupped your face kissing you again, moving his hand down your back “closer” he panted. you moved over as he decided to hold you up and make you straddle him. he pushed his knee underneath your clit moving it carefully “this okay?” you just nodded as you subtly moaned into his mouth.
finally, you had made it to the after loungekissing micheal for a few minutes you two stopped. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and told you about every single building or area he knew of. you learnt that he loves just being outside and constantly wonders about how people live in the ‘normal world’
he thanked bill opening the door he reached for your hand as you both walked in the dimly lit building, there wasn’t anyone here?, you assumed he rented it out for the night. “you okay?” he asked you placing a hand on your back guiding you to the couch area. “I’m okay” he nodded. “you should visit neverland sometime” you laughed a little making him smile “we could watch a movie, it’s almost finished being built I want to invite everyone” he wrapped his arm around you again. “I want whomever visits to feel like all their problems are gone, it needs to be a safe fun place” he said this very warmly. “people need fun, they need love we need to give more love”.
he looked at you “but seriously you’ll come right? we can watch a horror movie!” he poked at your side “please, please, pleaseeeee” he said this in an annoying tone it made you laugh. “I’ll visit” he smiled “yay! I’ll make sure we have plenty of snacks, give me your number and we can talk more about it tomorrow” you blushed at how fast this day has gone.
a waiter came over “hello mr.jackson what would you like?” , michael greeted him making it more clear he did actually rent this place out for the night. “hm something vegan for today, but she can order whatever she wants” as you give your order he rubbed your back, adjusting your shirt in the process. he thanked them placing his attention back on you, as you wrote your number on a piece of paper you found on the couch. he repeated it silently to himself so he didn’t forget.
“I’ll call you in the morning so don’t forget!” you giggled nodded at his sudden expression, you wondered what he would be like in a home setting guess you’ll find out soon.
summary : michael becomes distracted watching you star gaze.
warnings : 18+ smut, first time together, more experienced micheal, ( you two are married but he’s been married before you ) , oral ( f receiving! ), kinda slow burn teasing, p in v, little manipulation, micheal acts clueless to what he’s doing, mentions of getting you pregnant.
a/n : I’ve reread this a hundred times if there’s any mistakes forgive me LMAO
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you were standing outside looking at the stars a little routine you’ve done ever since moving in with michael. since he had a more closed off balcony in this vacation home, you two were staying in it was even better than what you’re used to.
a large cold hand ran down your back “ hi sweet girl “ a gentle voice filled your ears with ease “hi” he smiled at your slightly sleepy tone pressing a kiss onto your back, he leaned down so his head could rest on your shoulder “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he whispered into your ear something he does all of the time especially when you are at an award show.
“this is a pretty nightgown, who bought this for you?” he playfully popped the strap on your shoulder, as you pinched his leg resulting in a laugh from him. “just some guy who I repeatedly told he didn’t have to buy it, just because I said it was nice!” , you couldn’t see him but you knew he rolled his eyes.
“ you’re my wife I can buy you whatever I want “ he said slightly serious as he pressed a few kisses into your neck, this unexpectedly made a little noise come from you. “is this okay?” you nodded feeling shy. micheal doesn’t show this side of himself to the public, so whenever he is very affectionate it makes your heart thump. he pulled your hips back against his body,tracing his hand down the sheer fabric that rested on the sides of your nightgown.
“is this see through? I’ve never seen that before can I look closer?”, you know he was obviously lying and has seen see through fabric before. this was michael’s way of teasing. “yes you can”, he turned you around getting onto his knees to get more eye level with your legs “it’s so clear I can see… almost back here” he pressed his finger onto the side of your leg very close to your backside. “and here” he kitten tapped the top of your pussy.
this made you squirm slightly under his touch “do you think they make other things like this? “ you felt yourself slipping from listening to anything he was saying in moments like these he feels like the star he is, more than your husband and although you would never tell him that it made a slight slick flow between your thighs.
he looked at you knowing you were getting even more shy than earlier, a personality trait all the jackson brother’s oddly love in a woman. “um maybe they do… I mean lingerie is a thing” your face immediately burned as you stated this. “lingerie?” he giggled “how do you know about that baby?” you turned your attention to the tree a little far from you to avoid eye contact “who doesn’t?”, he put his hands onto both sheer sides where your hips laid “I’ve never seen it before you’ll have to show me”
he pulled your nightgown up, “michael!” this came out more as a ‘yell whisper’ than actually any volume “what? I’m just looking at you it’s the most natural thing you look beautiful.” he very lightly touched your labia it felt soft and warm. “life can be created in here, that’s the most wonderful thing” you felt like your skin was popping in hot heat sparks, he parted you a little moving his hand down your leg.
he kissed your clit repeatedly drawing a whimper out of you “michael-“ he dragged his mouth down your puffy labia peppering more kisses onto it, feeling your slickness grow heavier between it. he for the most part wasn’t really talking and just moving getting a since of a self induced high off your body.
“you’re soaked” he said this so low you don’t know if he said this for himself or if he actually was repeating this to you. his heavy hand patted your leg as an indication to spread them. he got as close to your entrance as he could from this position, head completely underneath your gown kissing as much as he could.
your mouth felt dry you almost forgot how to talk and breathe at the same time, it felt like this was so overwhelming such a contrast to the man in your daily life. part of you wishes the public could get a glimpse of this, so they can stop accusing him of not being into you and being in a fake marriage.
“this isn’t enough I need to see you” he rose from underneath standing up extending his hand. you intertwined your fingers as he led you to the bed laying you down on your back. he pulled your gown up merging you towards the end of the bed, as he got back into his knees holding your legs spread before putting them on his shoulders. “ much better”
your labia spreading apart from being held open exposing every ounce of wetness from outside “can I get between here?”, he asked softly as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago “s-sure”. he licked up your clit satisfied with hearing a cry out of you. he pulled himself back “I wonder how humans started to do this”, he rested his head on your thigh “it’s such a dirty thing to do to someone, yet people really love it”.
hearing the term ‘dirty’ almost made you laugh whenever michael is doing a music video or even around his brothers, if someone mentions anything sexual he immediately accuses them of being dirty and how he doesn’t do such a thing… oh what a lie he tells.
without warning he pushes his face back into your legs now, moving his tongue nonstop gripping his hands into your hips, as if you aren’t already stuck in place. everything felt messy from the amount of spit coming out of his mouth, to the noises he was making as the sounds of lapping you up was far from quiet. almost enough that if one of the maids or security guards walked, past the door they would definitely hear him.
“michael-“ this by far is the farthest thing from who you know him to be in moments like these, it turns you on more. just knowing nobody would ever know just how greedy he can be, when he wants to give you pleasure. he made almost a buzzing noise with his mouth, as he lifted your hips up pushing his tongue into your entrance
this made a brink of tears form in your eyes he moved your legs from off his shoulders, and stood up making you pout “take this off or I’ll rip it”. his tone was the most intense of the night, his soft voice now fluctuating in between his ‘real one’. you pulled the gown over your head as he removed his white tee shirt, and pajama pants showcasing a form of his skin only his closest and trusted people see.
you found it beautiful even if he didn’t sometimes, you always reassured him it wasn’t anything wrong with him. “can you lay on your stomach for just a second sweet girl?” you nodded flipping yourself over as he propped you up and arched your back. you were already leaking everywhere from yourself and his mixture of spit.
he went back onto his knees and pried you apart returning to your entrance, pushing his tongue in and out repeatedly with no break in between “please m-! too much! “ he very lightly gave you a spank ignoring you, as he wasn’t finished with his task. this time it sounded even louder, your labia was completely spread apart and cum was flowing out of you by the second, “please I’m gonna-“ you were borderline going to scream “l can’t please-“ you did a form of cry begging, but your body betrayed you as you were grinding back into his face.
he tapped the above your clit as an indication to go ahead something he usually does if he doesn’t want to verbally say it, and is what he likes to call ‘too busy’ you bit down on the pillow in front of you climaxing onto his face he moved back and kissed your thigh.
“can’t believe you did all that from me kissin you down here, I didn’t even go all the way” he laughed in a teasing way, before flipping you over and finally getting on the bed “I’m not stopping I’ll clean you up at the end” he put you in an mating press.
“michael my legs are sore”, you pouted it wasn’t painful just a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry baby I just wanted to make you feel good”, he looked at you in your eyes making a bowl of guilt enter your mind. you knew he was doing this on purpose “no it’s okay I can do it!” , he smiled “I knew you could sweet girl”. he pulled down his boxers, making his way back into your pussy.
this was the first time tonight you heard an actual moan from him “sooo.. so wet damn “ he thrusted his way in “you alright?” his brows were furrowed , he’s eaten you out before but this was the first time you both were actually going all the way. he wanted to wait until you got married, unlike he did in his previous marriage where he actually broke that promise to himself out of excitement.
“I’m okay just.. full” he laughed getting up next to your ear “I got you I won’t hurt you” he slowly thrusted himself lewd sounds escaping both your lips . “you feel so good around me” he kissed your ear, then your neck sucking a few love bites against it .“you’re all mines just for me” hearing this made you clench.
“mm.. you like hearing that huh? that this is all mines and you belong to me?” you felt that brink of tears from earlier run down your face now, the only thing you could do in reply to say his name over and over. “that’s it keep.. screaming my name I want to hear it” he moved a little faster headboard bumping against the wall. “wettest thing I’ve ever had I can barely feel myself you know that?” you were panting as squishing and plopping noises was all you heard “s-sorry” he laughed lowly “don’t apologize it’s natural”
he sped up at his fastest, “mines all for me nobody else but me” he kissed your jaw “nobody would ever believe you, if you told them I’m saying all of this in your ear” this made you whimper. “oh no michael would never do that! “ he said in a mocking voice, “it’s almost like they don’t think I’m a grown man” you clenched again. “ I know baby it’s a lot but I’m close just let me make love to my wife okay?” you nodded he kissed the stream of tears going down your face.
“my sweet girl you did so good letting me kiss you all inside, you’re so pretty down there I loved watching you come apart” , at this point you know the entire house has to hear this happening there’s absolutely no way nobody knows what you two are doing. “ can I cum inside?” his voice was now softened but he wasn’t whispering anymore, “put a baby in you?” your eyes opened as you looked at him looking at you, “wait! michael we should talk about this” he smiled. “it’s normal for couples to do that get married, have a baby pl- let me plea-please I’ll fill you up so good” your nails dug into his back “mic-“.
“I’ll take such good care of you, never have to lift a finger you’ll never- have to worry…. about anything” he said between moans, “let me please” you kissed him and immediately he rocked his hips cumming into you. “thank you, tha- thank you” a rope of thick heat filled you up with what felt like it wasn’t going to end, “best wife in the world… I hope this worked but if not I’ll do it again” he giggled as he pulled out.
he got off the bed handing you his water bottle filled with orange juice as he ran a hot rag under the sink, “lift your legs up girl” he laughed at your worn out state, wiping any remaining fluid off your body. “you okay? was that too much?” you shook your head no. “good lets go get something to eat I’m thinking of soup personally” he cradled you in his arms.
“I don’t mind soup” you panted “okay let’s rest for a bit and we’ll get something to eat” he kissed your forehead.
summary : you accompanied michael to one of his usual business events when a bubble of jealousy clouds your entire experience.
warnings : fluff & ( spice ) if you squeeze your eyes tight at the end lmao
a/n I haven’t written fanfic in eight years so forgive me if it’s all over the place! .𖥔 ݁ ˖
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you stood near the stairs of one of many venue rooms of the night waiting for michael to finish speaking. usually you are at his every beckoning call but these heels you were wearing had a mind of their own.
he glanced at you before walking over, “hey you left me” he poked your cheek with his finger “sorry!” you laughed “my feet are so sore”, he looked down then back up at you “well I warned you we would be walking a lot”
before you could reply a woman walked over you’ve never seen her before and if you did she wasn’t that remarkable to keep on your memory. “hi michael! I watched your performance last week you did amazing” as she said this she placed her hand onto his back, “oh thank you I’m so glad you liked it” you could tell he was visibly uncomfortable with her hand staying in place.
he shifted his shoulder expecting her to limb to fall off but instead she snaked around his waist, you eyes enlarged as you stared at her “oh y/n I didn’t even see you! sometimes I forget you two are even together” she laughed grasping at her chest as micheal furrowed his brows.
you nodded before stepping away this isn’t like you normally you would have some snappy remark, but your skin felt like it was burning up in combination with your aching heels. you didn’t have the energy to defend yourself. you walked back into the ballroom style venue room as it was now completely empty.
there was a few chairs in the corner with one little dim lamp you quickly found your way to it, placing your purse in your lap you pulled out a pack of cigarettes. this was a habit michael hated but for the most part you don’t do it anymore, there’s only one removed from the pack as evidence it’s not a routine but tonight? now it will be two.
kicking your heels off, and purse now laying onto the floor. you shut your eyes tight as a lighter met your lips, you don’t quite understand why you’re this upset. of course michael has fan girls this doesn’t bother you as they see the entertainer side. they don’t see him outside of an addition of jackson to his name versus him just being singular michael to you.
her hand caressed him that’s not something that happens, there’s no fan girls just executive producers here. okay sure maybe if he goes out to extend a long hug and they are genuinely fans, but it’s the end of the night full on cinderella style the clock has striked twelve. he’s back to micheal now the added part of his stage name left a whole hour ago.
you and michael recently went public but you’ve been together for a year hearing the words “forget” made the pit of your stomach drop and your heart heavy. you aren’t unforgettable, you aren’t just another girl, but in the very moment for the first time you felt small compared the the star standing beside you. for the very first time it felt like you were with the iconic stage name and not just the human you’ve come to love.
the only reason you two were still lingering around was because you were waiting for the car to arrive and god did you wish the traffic wasn’t in backed up tonight. it was almost one in the morning so you two were, definitely going to be sitting in a limo for a good three hours.
you jumped out of your thoughts as one of the heavy double doors bounced open calming down only ,when you saw a familiar face approaching you “hey I’ve been looking all over for you!” michael said sitting onto the floor in front of you “did she upset you?”
you slightly avoided eye contact before leaning over your legs “ kinda… I dunno” he grabbed onto your foot tickling the bottom of it “stop!- michael!” he laughed placing it back down “well clearly if your..” he grabbed your badly hidden crushed cigarette “smoking “ you pressed your lips together “I know I just got angry okay?”
he stood up towering over you tilting his head he extended his arms out, you hesitated but hugged him “y/n I don’t want her if anything she just talked my ear off about nonsense, I honestly don’t know what I just talked about” that earned a laugh out of you “ I’m serious! she was talking a mile a minute”, he looked down at you placing his hands on your hips. “I agree her touching me like that was very disrespectful, I do think she’s intoxicated but I’ll find out her number tomorrow and tell her not to do that again”
he playfully tapped your back “ I’ll make it up to you when we get home deal?” you pushed yourself into his chest from embarrassment “what? you don’t want me to?” you turned your head looking in his opposite direction “michael…” he pulled himself back grabbing your hand kissing the top “ look at me so I know you aren’t mad” you obeyed being met with a smile “ slow dance with me come on!”
you rolled your eyes “ it’s literally no music mikey” he swiftly turned you “no but I made my princess upset so this will have to do for now” you blushed dancing along with him across the floor “I really am sorry y/n” you felt your mind fill with regret for being mad in the first place. “it’s okay I guess hearing her say she forgot also made me sad” immediately he looked confused “you’re not forgettable trust me if that’s what you were thinking”
he stopped dancing placing his hands onto both sides of your face “can I kiss you?” you giggled at him asking this as if he doesn’t everyday “you may”, he brought you in gently kissing you deeply repeatedly. your body prickled in what felt like sparks against your skin “ I love you “ you fell into his chest hugging him “ I love you more michael”
HOW TO MANIFEST LIKE DORA!! ( yes the explorer LMAO )
for starters dora’s big headed ass acts like she can’t see what the hell is in front of her and turns to YOU ( outside of herself ) for validation.
it isn’t until she decides what you are saying is true ( she literally has it now ) and turns around that she decides herself that she has ( or on this case KNOWS ) what she is looking for was in her face the entire time.
does anyone who practices law of assumption wanna be friends?
( please I feel like I’m in kindergarten going up to people asking them this, I wish it was this easy as an adult LMFAO )
speaking of that ik this is silly to have “rules” for this but I can’t take anymore negative story from others it’s driving me coo coo y’all so here we go !
MUST BE 19+
POSITIVE TALK / HAD EXPERIENCE WITH LOA + OFC BELIEVE IN LOA!!
from today on I want you to pick ONE affirmation and do not stop affirming!
I don’t care if your sp texts you or likes a post, YOU want a relationship so keep affirming
I don’t care that that job said “maybe” and hasn’t called you back, YOU want to work there keep affirming
but valentine bounceonthatrosequartz- NO LOOKING AT ANY LOA POSTS
YOU SEE ONE ON TIKTOK? SCROLL
YOU SEE ONE ON TWT? SCROLL
EVEN ON HERE SCROLL!
affirm like crazy your emotions will not ruin anything
here I’ll give you ahead start
because you just read this sentence we both have our desires right now and we got them extremely and very quick!, yes me and you so thank you for manifesting for us both!
ego = any discomfort in the body or negative thoughts you are not choosing to think ( intrusive ) or honestly in my opinion just negative thoughts in general
outside validation = unnecessary reality can only go through you
