#kingofpop

[hisgoodfish]

like glue

clingy!michael who can’t go five minutes without touching you somehow. his hands need to feel your hair that he twirls between his fingers, your hands that are so unbelievably soft to him, and your legs that he kneads and squeezes.

clingy!michael who cuddles you everywhere and doesn’t care who’s looking. he’ll be messing around with the knobs on the soundboard, reaching past you while you sit on his lap. he tells you everything about what each button does, looking over to you every now and then to see if you’re still listening.

clingy!michael who pouts and becomes grumpy when you leave for work. “just stay for 5 more minutes? c’mon love, just cuddle for a little longer?”

clingy!michael who stays up till you get back late at night. his eyelids are becoming heavier with every passing minute. by the time you get home, he’s smiling from ear to ear, walking up you with quick steps with your blanket that smells of you wrapped around him, “gosh baby, i missed you.. i’d love to hear about your night.” he says through a big yawn.

clingy!michael who takes pictures of you anytime he can. you don’t even have to be posing for him. you could be writing poetry at your desk, or in the garden cloud-gazing with all his exotic animals lying around you. he wants to treasure you forever.

clingy!michael who wants to do date nights at home every night so you two won’t be surrounded by the loud environment of the city, worrying that fans and paparazzi will ruin your night. he’ll go to movie rental stores undercover and pick out a marathon of his and yours favourite movies, or write a detailed list for bill to pick up your favourite snacks and movies if he’s feeling too tired. he just wants you all to himself.

clingy!michael who still can’t believe he got so lucky with you. in the night with a full moon shining bright through the sheer curtains, he makes out each feature of your body like he’s memorised it. he traces his fingers against your hipbones, your shoulders, your inner thighs, and your perfect face. “it’s like you were sent from the heavens for me… i don’t know what i did to deserve this.” he whispers, mouth agape and eyes wide, “maybe it’s all the praying… my prayers were answered when i first laid eyes on you.”

yaaay i love U clingy michael GOD fuck he needs to come back.

[xosiren]

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ Rock With You

[meriistarx]

"i know he better be good to you" 😩 i don't want someone new michael

[closetobadera]

`` When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.

© Michael Jackson

[jaafar-jackson-mj26]

Use Me- (Jaafar Jackson) WARNING 18+ smut 🔥

This is my first Jaafar smut so please take it easy on me lol ✨ let me know what you think. If you have a request please send it to me.

The hotel suite door opened just as fast as it slammed shut with a force that made the pictures on the wall tremble. You didn't even have to look up from your spot on the bed to know who it was. Jaafar was back, and he was radiating a rage you'd never felt from him before. This wasn't your sweet, patient Jaafar. This was something else entirely.

It had started with his texts. Short. clipped. One-word answers that were a stark contrast to his usual heart emojis and playful typos. Here. No. Fucking disastrous day. You'd felt the anger through the screen, a five-alarm fire that told you exactly what was coming. You'd shimmied out of your sleep shorts and pulled on the sheer, black robe he loved, the one that left nothing to the imagination. You were a goddamn feast, and you were ready to let a starving man devour you.

"Fuck," he snarled, ripping his jacket off and throwing it across the room. It hit the armchair with a heavy thud. "Just... fuck."

You sat up, watching him pace the length of the room like a caged animal. His movements were sharp, agitated. "J, what happened? You said it was a tough day."

"Tough?" He let out a harsh, bitter laugh that held no humor. "Tough doesn't cover it. I couldn't get the steps right. Not once. We wasted six hours. Six. Fucking. Hours. The director was about to lose his mind, the crew is looking at me like I'm a joke, and I just... I wanted to punch a hole through the goddamn wall." He said with tears filling his eyes.

His chest was heaving, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You saw the raw frustration rolling off him in waves. This was a man who prided himself on his control, his artistry, and today it had all slipped through his fingers.

"Hey," you said softly, swinging your legs off the bed and standing up. "Look at me."

He stopped pacing but didn't turn, his back still to you. "I'm so pissed, Y/N. I've never been this fucking angry in my life. I don't know what to do with it." His eyes were red. He was so angry he wiped tears away fast.

You walked over and placed a gentle hand on his tense back. You could feel the coiled muscles beneath his thin shirt. "Then don't hold it in. Just come here. Come over here with me and breathe. We'll figure it out."

He finally turned, and his eyes were dark, almost wild. "Breathe? I feel like I'm going to explode. I'm not that guy, Y/N. I'm not the one who loses his shit like this. I am so disappointed in myself. Now production will probably get delayed.”

"I know you're not," you murmured, looking up at him. Your heart was pounding, but not with fear. There was an electric current in the air, a dangerous energy that was drawing you in. "So let me help."

He stared down at you, his jaw tight. For a moment, you thought he might push you away, but then his hands shot out, gripping your upper arms. "No. I can’t do that to you.” You look up at him. “Why? What is it Jaafar?” “It’s terrible, I want to use you," he ground out, the words low and guttural. "I want to fuck this anger out of my system. I want to fuck you so hard we both forget our own name."

A shiver ran through you, straight to your core. "Then do it," you whispered, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "Fuck me hard. Use me."

That was all the permission he needed.

In one fluid motion, he quickly closed the space between the two of you. His lips violently crashing on yours. Moans filling the air. Desperation. Need. Anger. Want. Jaafar spun you around and shoved you forward, bending you over the edge of the bed. You barely had time to catch yourself on your forearms before he was yanking your robe open your panties being ripped down your legs in one rough pull. The cool air hit your exposed skin, making you gasp and bite your lips.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper being yanked down. “Baby, I don’t think I can contain myself enough to be gentle with you right now.” You pleaded out a “It’s fine.” Then, without warning, you felt the wet heat of his spit landing directly on your pussy. He used his fingers to roughly smear it over your folds, a crude, primal form of lubricant that sent a jolt of pure lust through you.

"Mmm fuck," he groaned, and then he was lining himself up and driving into you in one hard, deep thrust.

The violent force of it stole your breath. It was almost too much, a sharp, stinging stretch that bordered on pain. But you didn't pull away. You pushed back, taking him deeper, meeting his anger with your own desperate need.

He set a punishing rhythm immediately. His hips slammed against your ass, each thrust deep and powerful, designed to bruise. One of his hands tangled brutally in your hair, pulling your head back, arching your spine. The other hand gripped your hip so tightly you knew you'd have fingerprint-shaped bruises tomorrow.

"You like that?" he snarled in your ear, his voice ragged. "You like being fucked like this? Like a little slut for my anger?"

"God, yes," you choked out, the words torn from your throat. "Harder, Jaafar. Don't hold back."

He let out a guttural groan and obliged, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, more erratic. He was chasing something, trying to burn out the rage with pure, physical exertion. His free hand left your hip, and you felt a sharp, stinging slap against your ass cheek. The sound echoed in the room, followed by another on the other side.

The sting was intense, but it only heightened the pleasure building deep inside you. You were completely at his mercy, bent over and taken, and it was the most intoxicating thing you had ever felt.

His grip on your hair tightened, and he leaned down, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. It wasn't a gentle love bite; it was a claiming, a mark. You cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as his hips continued their relentless assault.

"I wanted to put my fist through that wall," he panted against your skin. "Wanted to smash something until it broke."

"Then break me," you gasped out. "Use me, J. Let it all go."

His hand moved from your hip to wrap around your throat, not cutting off your air, but holding you in a possessive, dominating grip. He pulled you up slightly, your back now flush against his chest as he continued to pound into you from behind. “I want to violently pump a baby in your pussy right now.” He winced. “I don’t know what has taken over me but.. fuck.. the thought of shooting all of my cum into you right now and making a baby is actually making this worse.” He laughed. Part of the Jaafar you know and love coming right back. You couldn’t help but giggle. Some how you found words as you caught your breath. “If you really want to the do it.” You moan taking his rather violent tempo.

The combination was overwhelming. The deep, almost violent thrusts, the hand on your throat, the rough stimulation on your clit, the feeling of his teeth still marking your shoulder. It was too much and not enough all at once.

"Come for me baby," he commanded in your ear, his voice a low growl. "You better fucking cum all over my fucking cock like the good little girl you are."

That was it. The command sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave, your body convulsing, your muscles clamping down around him as a scream tore from your lungs. You saw stars behind your closed eyelids, your entire world narrowing down to the intense pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

He followed you over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself deep inside you one last time as he came, his hot release flooding you. He held you tight, his body shuddering against yours as the last of his anger and tension finally fucking drained away, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. His fingerprints imbedding in your soft skin.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, tangled together, panting and trying to catch your breath. Then, slowly, he released his hold on you, gently lowering you back down onto the bed. He pulled out carefully, and you felt the immediate loss of him, followed by the slow trickle of his cum leaking out of you. The thought made you shiver.

He disappeared into the bathroom, then returned with a warm, wet cloth, gently cleaning you up. His touch was now infinitely tender, a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before. He pressed a soft kiss to the mark he'd left on your shoulder, then another on the small of your back.

When he was done, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin. You rested your hand on his chest, feeling the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat. You closed your eyes tight and let out a little moan that it was over. You were exhausted in the best way.

"Hey baby are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, almost shy. "I didn't... I didn't go too far?"

You looked up at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, the remnants of the rage replaced by concern. "I'm more than okay," you assured him, leaning up to kiss him softly. "That was... everything. I wanted it too. I didn’t know I needed it. But I realized how much I wanted it.”

He let out a long, shaky breath, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders. "I've never... I didn't know I had that in me."

"You do," you said with a small smile, snuggling closer. "And I'll take it anytime. Especially if it ends with you trying to knock me up." You tease.

A real smile finally touched his lips, the first one you'd seen all day. "Oh, that wasn't just trying," he murmured, his hand drifting down to rest possessively on your stomach. "That was a promise." He said leaning in and kissing you medium hard.

You broke the kiss after a little bit of back and forth and just smiled and closed your eyes, knowing that your sweet, loving Jaafar was back. “Baby, I know today was rough but please remember you don’t need to put this much pressure on yourself again. You will get it right. Honoring your uncle the way you are will mean a lot to people. More than you will even know. So please be kind to yourself. You haven’t gave up and no one is giving up on you.” You say rubbing his arm. Tears flood his eyes again like your words reassured him. He pulls you tighter and kisses your temple. “Thank you baby!” He smiles. And knowing that you now held a piece of his darker side, a part of him he only ever shared with you. A part that was already planning round two.

@woonhak4prez I hope you like it! 🔥✨

[jermajestysbaby]

His working girl

A/N: help I’ve been procrastinating this all dayyy 😭, anyway I hope this is good for your request, I tried my best to match it to how I think jermajesty is, despite him not being that much on social media like his brother, pls pls keep requesting stuff!! Enjoy :)))

Warnings: smut, usage of “mama” and “baby” and alcohol!

Word count: 2141

As you finish up your call with your best friend, you’re met with Jermajesty walking through the door, setting his keys on the counter, chucking off his shoes, “Hii baby, why you still working” he says, settling down on the couch, wrapping his arm around the couch. “Hey jer, I’m actually about to finish up” you say closing your laptop. “Thank goodness, what are you doing tomorrow?” he asks resting his head on his fist, “Umm I’m going out with my usual group of friends” you say grabbing to sip your glass of wine, he looks up at you, “Well I’m coming with” he said smirking. “That’s fine but you know (best friend’s name) is gonna want you to bring your crew too” you said chuckling. “Of course she does, but that’s fine” he says getting up to walking to the kitchen

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It’s finally friday, you’re getting ready, feeling good, blasting music, hearing the loud knocking on the door already knowing who it is, “Baby can you get the door for (best friend’s name) please” you say, curling another piece of your hair. “OOOO GIRL YOU ALREADY LOOK GOOD” your best friend yells. You can already tell she’s tipsy, “Thank you girl, let me finish my hair so I can show you my outfit” you say finishing the last piece curl. You quickly go to your mini walk in closet, putting on your cream colored deep v-lined halter mini dress. You put on your gold open toe heels, walking out your mini walk in closet. “Holy shit y/n you look amazing” your best friend said with her mouth nearly wide open. Hearing your response, Jermajesty walks in to see you, “Gah damn mama, she wasn’t lying you look good” he said leaning against the door frame. “Thank you two” you say smiling, walking over to your vanity, to finish your makeup.

As you finish your makeup, spraying your setting spray, and now putting on your lipgloss, you’re interrupted with Jermajesty’s hands on both sides of your vanity kissing your neck, “My pretty baby” he says looking at you through the mirror, “Hell no Jer, we’re making sure she goes out tonight” your best friend interrupts you two.

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You guys finally make it to the club, you and your best friend make sure to get your pictures with your girls (you of course got some with jermajesty), you guys got your drinks, Jermajesty getting you guys a booth. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go get another espresso martini” you say in Jermajesty’s ear. “Okay just text me if you’re feeling uncomfortable” he replies back in your ear. Jermajesty always knew you were loyal to him and you knew his was loyal to you, nothing more, nothing less.

You walk over to the bar, catching the first bartender you see, “Can I get an espresso martini please” you say trying to speak over the loud music. “Put it on my tab for the young lady” a man says right beside you, “Oh no really it’s fine” you say smiling nodding. “No I insist” he says. You leave it there before it can get any worse, “So what is a pretty girl like you doing this time of night?” the random man asks you. “Just trying to relief some stress from work” you say showing no interesting. “Are you by yourself?” he asks. Showing a slight of discomfort hoping he’ll get the hint, “No I’m not” you say, looking around, you finally decide to text Jermajesty knowing he’ll handle this situation better than you are.

Jer, come here please.

What’s wrong baby?

Some dude is trying to get at me, pls just come here

Omw.

“Hey we’re having a conversation, you know it’s pretty rude to be on your phone” he said to you, in a condescending tone, “Excuse me?” you say finally giving some attitude. “See you women nowa-” before he could, Jermajesty steps right between you leaning towards your side, “I know you not talking about my lady” he said, staring the dude down. “Oh this you? My bad bro” the dude said, walking backwards with his hands in the air like he’s innocent, “You alright baby?” Jermajesty asks, softly putting his hands on your hip, “Yes i’m okay love” you say wrapping your arms around his neck. Jermajesty using his free hand to grab your chin to pull you in a kiss, that’s filled with devotion but morley desire. Like he’s been waiting all night for this kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss looking up at him through your lashes, “Jer come on baby, you’re already starting and we haven’t even been out that long” you say leading him back to the booth. Soon as you guys get back to the booth, he’s all over you like, he was when you guys first got together. “Damn Jer she ain’t goin anywhere” Jaafar says, laughing leaning towards your best friend. “Shut up jaafar” he said pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

During the rest of the night, Jermajesty just can’t keep your hands off you. You need to use the bathroom? He’ll walk you while holding your hand. You need another drink? He’ll get it for you if you give him a kiss.

You and your group of friends are about to go to another club but Jermajesty can see it on your face that you’re tired but most of all he wants you. “Guys me and y/n are gonna head out” he said grabbing you, already putting you in the wifey hold, “Bye yall just going to go fuck” Randy jr. replied walking off, “Byeeee (best friend’s name)” you say smirking, “Bye girl, love you” she replies rolling her eyes.

You guys finally get to your apartment, Jermajesty finally opening the door, leading you two to the couch, he sets you down on the couch softly, and begins taking off your heels. “You still here with me pretty girl? He says looking up, setting both heels on the ground near the coffee table. “Mhmmm” you say slowly tipsy. “Come here mama” he says, getting enough strength to get up and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck setting your head on his shoulder. Jermajesty taking the opportunity to kiss the open spots on your neck, leading up along the open space of your jaw ending on the corner of your mouth. You bring your head up to meet him, kissing him. He recipocates the kiss, licking your bottom lip to let his tongue in, making the kiss more intimate than before, earning a whimper from you. He finds his hands roaming around your body leading at your ass.

“Jer…” you say before continuing the kiss. He pulls away and looks at you, “What does my sweet girl need huh?” he says tilting his head with a grin on his face. Jermajesty loved making you saying what you needed from him no matter what it was. “I need you..” you say getting nervous, feeling your cheeks get warm, “you need me to what baby?” he asks bringing on hand from your ass to your hip. Making you meet your core with his manhood that’s nearly about to come out his pants. Earning a moan out of you, liking the friction, you continue rolling your hips letting your wetness create a print on his linen, black pants.

“Talk to me pretty mama” he says hiding his bottom lip underneath his teeth, “I need you inside of me Jer” you said, instantly grabbing his shoulders, from the pressure going on. You saying that was all Jermajesty needed. Instinctively grabbing you from your ass bouncing you once to make sure you stable, quickly going up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Closing the door with his foot, laying you down softly on the bed, up facing him. He kisses you softly but still filled with the desire it had before, he slowly releasing from the kiss to kiss further down. From your jawline, to between your tits, endings right before your core. Looking up for the extra consent, you looking down nodding immediately.

He slowly lifts your dress up, finally taking it all leaving you with just your laced black panties. He kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh on your right. He brings his thumb to touch your clothed clit, arching off the bed from pleasure, “All this for me baby?” he says looking up. You nod quickly, wanting him to touch you already. “Jer…stop stalin my love” you say bringing your hand to his curls. “Paitence angel” he said finally pulling off your panties.

Throwing them somewhere near your dress. He instantly brings his lips to your wet core, swiping through your folds, “Oh fuck–Jer baby” you say arching higher than last time, increasing your grip on his curls. He continues, sucking every ounce of precum from your core, slipping his index finger into you, “You taste so good pretty girl” he said, slipping his middle finger in as well, earning a loud moan from you. Feeling the warmth build up in your stomach, “how you feelin pretty baby?” he says looking up, sucking on your clit, bucking your hips up, “oh so good jer, I’m close” you say gripping the sheets. Jermajesty starts building up his speed with his fingers still going slow with his mouth. Before you can warn him, you moan out as you release. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry baby” you say messaging through his curls. “It’s okay pretty” he says getting up.

You help him take his shirt off, and his pants. Now being met with his boxers being the only thing between you two. You slowly pull down his boxers maintaining eye contact with him. You look down breaking the contact to see what you’re dealing with you like you haven’t seen it a million times. Jermajesty was big but so incredibly thick. He meets his manhood towards your core. Swiping his manhood up and down using your wetness as a lubricant. “Oh shit baby, you’re so wet” he says hissing.

Before you can reply, he pushes himself halfway in, allowing you to breathe and get used to his size because no matter what you can never get used to Jermajesty’s size. After you finally get used, he pushes the rest of himself in, now balls deep, he hides in the crook of your neck. “So damn tight, you okay angel?” he says, making sure you’re fine.

Jermajesty always made sure to put your pleasure before his no matter what the reason was. “Yes love, shit–” you say wrapping your arms around his neck. Jermajest begins to start a slow rhythm while peppering you kisses and giving you nothing but whispering sweet nothings and compliments. “Making my pretty girl feel good hm?” he says bringing one of his hands to your breasts, twisting your nipple, getting a moan out of you.

Wanting to reply to him but you just can’t, hoping he takes your loud moans as an answer. “Jer-baby, I-I can’t” you releasing one of your arms to reach over to grip the sheets. “yes you can mama, talk to m-fuck” he says keeping the relentless pace, bringing his hand down to your clit adding more pressure. “so so good jermajesty, love when you make me feel so good” you say moaning in his ear. “Oh fuck-pretty girl I’m close” he says tighting his grip on your waist. “Please give it to me, want it so bad” you say marking his back.

Jermajesty’s pace becoming more messy, then stopping to fill you up, making you feel so full like he always does, as well as you releasing feeling it all come down.

You both laid there for a second before Jermajesty got up to rinse you off with a towel, “you okay angel? I wasn’t to hard on you was I?” He asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, “No you took care of me like you always do baby” you replied, kissing his cheek.

[foreverjacksonmichael]

[kate-loves-mj]

BAD era, 1989