michael jackson doesn't get jealous. he's michael jackson, for goodness sake!
and sure, he is probably holding onto your waist a little too tight while you engage in a conversation with some famous actor you like. and maybe he is shooting him death-daggers behind his aviators--but, he's not jealous.
michael was supposed to be rubbing elbows with his fellow industry-mates, but once this schmuck wandered over to you, he suddenly had nowhere to be.
michael isn't territorial, though. territory is such a crazy word itself and michael would never think of you like that. never. you’re his precious little p.y.t., the whole reason he wrote the song, obviously.
still he cannot shake the feeling that the man wants you, as if you aren’t already michael jackson’s girl. official, at that.
and michael knows he shouldn’t care. he knows attention comes with the territory of being seen in public with him. people stare. people hover. people flirt because they think it’s harmless or funny or impossible.
but he's human before he's michael jackson.
so he just stays close to you for the rest of the night, closer than he usually does. his hand retires its hold from your waist and finds your lower back instead. every photo taken, he stands to where everyone knows your his.
by the time you get home, after all the glamorous clothes are off and the makeup is wiped, he holds you from behind in the bathroom.
"did you have fun tonight?" translation: did you forget about me?
you turn in his grasp and kiss his lips, "i had fun 'cause you were there."
that was really reassuring.
"i'm sorry if i was too close, i just hate sharing you, girl," he mumbles it into your cheek.
see, michael jackson isn't jealous. maybe a little clingy, but really just in love.
filming private moments, alluding to sex but no smut fr, suggestive themes and language, 18+
mature era michael indeed loves filming you cause you’re sooo pretty.
he bought the camcorder new because he didn’t want someone else’s stank memories, no, he wanted to make some new beautiful ones.
michael films you doing damn near anything. you could be watching a movie and here he comes around the corner, silently filming you like a creeper. or that one time you were doing your makeup and so focused on the mascara while singing ‘break of dawn’, you screamed when you saw him basically materialize behind you with the camera. and he laughed at you clutching your chest and ducked when you threw your eyebrow pencil at him.
now michael does film you when you sleep, but trust him when he says it’s not like that. he genuinely thinks you have the most precious sleeping face and he doesn’t get to see it always because he, unfortunately, has to sleep too. so forgive him when he laughs again as you tell him you woke up for a split second and swore he was standing over you.
and honestly, forgive him again because he knows you’re camera shy, but it never stops him from recording the most precious thing between your legs. and michael will never say it out loud but this is the main reason for this camera.
it’s just something about just watching you be pleasured by him and seeing you so up close and personal, he can’t get enough. mainly his hands make an appearance in the video, other times it’s a toy he got you.
and even his boot he let you ride after you begged so nicely but that’s a story for another day..
and then it gets real cinematic when his dick enters the video. michael goes all out, setting the camera up on a tripod so it could get the side angle he loves because let’s face it, these videos are only for his eyes. like yes, you’re included and he always makes two copies, in case you want to watch them but these are michael’s private videos.
do you know how long touring is? do you know how taxing it is to be so far away from you? he has to pop his DVD into whatever DVD player the hotel provided for him. he has to pull the best chair in the room closest to the tv so he doesn’t miss a single detail. he also has to have his dick resting in his hand while his pretty girl gets loud on the screen, making him smile and think about the next video he can make.
18+, masturbation (solo), riding a (clean) boot, sexual language, minors dni lowkey can be read by itself but technically a part 2 and i also realized that i said something about tour when this supposed to be mature era michael.. my bad guys 💔
“god, you’re just so fuckin’ precious, baby.”
michael can’t contain himself or his erection straining against his pants. he feels like a king sitting on his director’s chair the edge of his bed. he’s truly the director of such an amazing film that he just can’t believe someone like you exist, just gentle and gorgeous.
you look up at michael through your wet lashes, lightly biting your lip. “am i, michael?” it rolls from your tongue so innocently, a contrast to the dirty actions you’re doing at the moment. michael loves the irony of it all as he shifts the hold he has on his camcorder.
“you are. so precious, baby.” michael watches your hips roll against his boot through the viewfinder, making sure to zoom in extra close to see how you glisten in the lamp light.
knowing you were willing to keep up with michael’s filthy fantasies and especially his new camcorder, had him wanting to do everything to you. tying you up, dripping wax on your body, and making you ride his boot were his favorites.
“michael,” you moan out sweetly, finding just the right angle you need to carry you to your orgasm. “feels so good.”
“i know it does. you like it when i let you ride it, huh?”
“i do,”
“show me how much, make yourself cum for the camera.”
that was all you needed, the pure fuel you needed to get you to that peak. nothing like michael’s soft voice saying the most dirty words to you, it kept you going. you always made sure to keep his face close to yours in missionary every time.
as you kept your momentum, you leaned forward to grip michael’s leg so you’d have even more pressure on your clit. you felt a hand sneak down and place itself on your head before gripping your hair, slightly, before pulling your head back.
michael tipped the camera directly at your face, wanting to capture that exact moment your orgasm hits. you looked past the camera and into michael’s eyes while he looked at you through the viewfinder. “you got this, baby. give it to me.” you tried hard to not roll your head back even further
rolling your hips a few more times set you off, “i’m cumming, michael,” you grip his calf tight and arched your back as your orgasm fully hits you, cascading over your body like a fresh waterfall.
“there you go, good job,” michael pet your head as your breathing started to calm down. he tilts the camera down to where his boot and your pussy meets, strings of your pure essence and a tiny puddle, cover the top of it. he decides that’s the perfect ending to his movie, he stops recording and places it to the side.
“so dirty, how’d you feel, honey?” he grabs your hands softly so he can pull you up to sit next to to him on the bed.
“i loved that,” your breathy reply and dopey smile make michael laugh. “i want to watch that later.” you stand up to head to run a bath and michael bit his lip and stared at your backside while you walked away.
he sat there for one more moment to hear you start the bath faucet before he was grabbed the camcorder and powering it back on. he went to the gallery and immediately clicked on the video as soon as it loads.
michael was struggling the entire time he was recording you to not pull his dick out and start pumping himself in your face. he wanted the moment to be just you and your glistening pussy rubbing herself on his boot. once the video loads, michael spits in his hand and starts to rub himself.
his breathing picks up as he listens to your moans through the semi-terrible speaker. the video shows your tits and navel before going to your open mouth and back to your chest. michael doesn’t need this video too much longer because he already kept himself from cumming in his pants when you gripped his leg. he had to place a hand on your head to ground himself.
michael let his hand speed up and grip the tip of his dick, the video now showing your hips moving a little quickly. he let out a light grunt and bit his lip, his release close. video-you let out a moan and michael came all over his hand. a moment later, he came back to reality when he realized the faucet had turned off. he looked at the camera again, gave video-you a quick kiss, before powering the camera off.
while i’m writing more stuff, i wanna know how yall were introduced to michael jackson
i remember my brother being sooo obsessed with michael when i was younger, he lovedddd to dance just like him. he even put some of michael’s albums on my ipod so i could listen and enjoy the music too.
ngl i was a tad bit scared of thriller but i was like 4 😫, give me some grace loll
also vividly remember my mom bought my brother a thriller doll, a collectible and i think he still has it to this day. i’ve loved michael for sooo long and i don’t ever think im hopping off this train ever.. the next 3 generations of my family will be michael fans too 😭
