Jade

warnings: 18+ minors dni, cunnilingus, pussy drunk, yearning, coochie warming(lmao), sub!michael, whining, begging, hints of oral fixation, your own personal rose, thriller era!michael, somnophilia, overstimulation if you squint, absolutely no plot.

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

wc: 1k+

how could you resist him when he says things like this, while looking up at you like that?

“lay back in my tenderness, lemme taste you girl.”

“ i want to touch you all over, all over baby please I’ll be good for you”

“ i just wanna make you feel good, I’ll be good f’ you”

“lemme just feel it girl, need you on my tongue”

“It’s so cold in here baby, lemme keep her warm for you”

& the fact people still make jokes about the allegations, whether they believe them or not, is disgusting. you have been desensitized to horrid criminality so you joke to make yourself feel better.

what i'm trying to say is that, you know damn well a dead person cannot defend themselves. and that is exactly why we are seeing through your cheap bullshit. "yeah we have tons of court evidence but let's wait 17 years to discuss it. oh and let's put it out right at the time people start to indulge in his innocence again." these people are fucking pathetic. and still, nobody who was around michael wants to speak out for his innocence. yk why? because he was killed by elites, and if these other celebrities speak out they know their lives are at risk too. which is still not a fucking excuse.

All Hollywood does is make the stupidest decisions back to back and ion know who told them wrong but play with my goat and it's gon cost ya, no shadeeeeee

❛ michael jackson!bad era 𝑥 𝒇!model reader ❜ ╱ 18+ mdni! not proofread...

𝒸ontent ⓘ continuation of this concept! after finding out about a campaign you did with michael’s rival through the front page of vogue, he can’t help but be a bit jealous.

“this is a big opportunity, this could make or break your career.” your manager spoke through the receiver of the phone. you stopped for a moment to consider, biting your lip in thought.

“fine.” your manager had gotten you a big high fashion campaign deal with another artist, and one that happened to have been michael’s rival. prince. you really had no choice, the team behind the deal wanted you, specifically.

the campaign wrapped about a week ago and you hadn’t thought much of it since. sure, the photos were beautiful. versace had flown the two of you out to milan, dressed you in ridiculous amounts of black silk and gold jewelry, and had you posed next to prince for three days straight. that was it, that was the job and nothing more. you had already moved on and to booking your next job, but michael apparently had not.

you noticed it immediately as soon as you got to his hotel suite in new york, where you had been doing some press for the campaign and he was working on some projects.

he was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other with an open magazine on his lap. you felt your stomach drop as soon as you recognized the cover “VOGUE” and specifically that issue, the one that featured your campaign. before you could even greet the man, he spoke first.

“so.. how’s prince?” he asked dryly, flipping a page of the magazine as if he couldn’t care less. unfortunately for him, the jealousy practically radiating from him said otherwise. you slowly approached him, setting down your bags.

“michael.” you sat down beside him, his eyes still glued to the page, which was a photograph of you and prince, sitting on a black velvet couch with his arms wrapped around you. “you’ve been staring at this magazine all week, huh?” you teased.

his eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the dark jealousy that clouded his expression. “i have not.” he tried to act unbothered, when really he couldn’t stand seeing this man’s hands on you.

“you know, it’s just posing right?” your eyes couldn’t leave his expression, the tension in his body as he gawked at the photographs and mumbled an ‘mhm’ in response.

“michael, you got an attitude.” you retorted, in which he looked at you offended.

“i do not.” “yes you do.” “i don’t.” “you do.”

you two went back and forth, until you confronted him.

“then why haven’t you been able to put this thing down and actually look at me?” your tone laced with annoyance now. you two really never fought but michael was stubborn and could never fully express how he was feeling, so you had to argue it out of him. the silence that followed your question was devastating because he had no answer, none at all.

“that’s what i thought.” you backed up and slumped back in the couch. you loved the man but holy was he a handful when he’s jealous.

“i just think it’s funny..” his jaw tightened.

“funny?” you asked.

“yeah,” your eyes rolled as you already knew where this was going, “funny how y’all look real comfortable.” he muttered.

you sighed and buried your face in your hands, “oh my goood.” you couldn’t help but laugh at this man’s words.

“what?” he looked at you confused now.

“you’re soo jealous.” you laughed in his face, which started to heat up with redness.

“i’m not jealous.” “you are.” “i’m not.” you two went back and forth again.

“you bought the magazine.” you confronted him.

“i buy magazines, so what?”

“you bought vogue.” he was silent for a moment because you knew him all too well.

“… that ain’t the point.”

you couldn’t contain your laughter, nearly falling off the couch while michael watched you with complete seriousness, which made you laugh almost even harder. you loved pushing your man’s buttons because he tolerated you so well.

michael huffed and tossed the magazine onto the coffee table, “you know what your problem is?” you looked at him in disbelief, but decided to hear him out.

“my problem?”

“yeah.”

you crossed your arms, “what’s my problem, michael?”

he gestured towards the ‘zine. “you don’t see what everybody else sees,” his confidence now deteriorated as a little flash of honesty escaped before he could stop it. his eyes dropped to floor. “you looked so pretty..”

your expression softened immediately while he shrugged, acting like he didn’t sulk over the column all week. “everybody keeps talkin’ about those pictures,” he continued, “about you and him.” the jealousy act was starting to make sense now.

because deep down michael knows you would never do anything, but he spent that time while you were gone listening to reporters and media hosts pairing you with someone else.

you sighed as you reached over to grab his hand, “michael,” he finally looked up at you and really looked at you this time. “there isnt a single person in the world i’d rather come home to than you.” the stubborn pout he had on his face finally starting to crack slowly.

“you sure?” he asked, which made you laugh again.

“yes, i’m very sure.” your fingers interlocked with his now.

“positive?” he continued.

“michael.”

“just askin’.” he babbled.

“must i prove it?” you asked, an intriguing look now covered his face.

“hm.. maybe.” he watched as you slowly slipped onto his lap, nowhere to keep his eyes but on you now.

you bit your lip, just a little, as his hands found their usual favorite place. your waist. slowly but surely, you placed a soft and airy kiss on his lips before they continued to move in sync. there was something about the way michael kissed you, all the pent up jealousy and ache from not being able to see you pouring into your mouth as his hands ran up and down your waist. shortly after, his sneaky hands moved down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass, giving it a squeeze. you moaned a little into his mouth with a smile as it caught you off guard, a satisfied smile earned from him as well.

your lips moved their way from his cheek to his jaw, hearing the tiny huff of air leave his mouth as he tried hard not to make noise while your lips kissed along his jawline to behind his ear, “look at my pretty baby..” you whispered tiny praises in his ear before giving his lobe a little tug with your teeth. you drove him absolutely crazy, his hips bucked a bit as he was growing impatient. he needed you, bad.

you sucked the soft skin on his neck for a moment, his tiny whines coming through every now and then as he massaged your ass as you continued moving down. he watched as he licked his lips, already knowing what was coming.

you were now kneeled in between his knees, fumbling with the belt on his jeans as he watched in amusement, man spreading a little further to give you room. you unbuttoned his pants and pulled his layers off, your big eyes never leaving his. he loved watching you like this, holding eye contact with you while doing such acts.

he helped you by pushing some of your hair away from your face and holding it back for you with one hand as you took his erection in your hand, already dripping with precum, “my baby’s eager, hm?” you kept your eyes on him while your hand pumped up and down his shaft, your thumb running over the tip and teasing him. he nodded in agreement as his chest lifted up and down from the overwhelming pleasure of just your tiny hands.

“please, baby..” he whined under his breath, his free hand, gently gripping the cushions. a smirk crept up on your face as you licked up his shaft, barely licking the tip to tease him. you loved watching him struggle from the immense pleasure of your touch, because when you’re away from him he doesn’t even bother touching himself at all. he feels its not worth it if it’s not you who is making him feel so good.

you decided that was enough teasing, he already had to endure the torture of seeing you with his rival in close proximity and now that you’re here, you’re teasing him endlessly, he didn’t find that fair. your hands kept their pace at the bottom of his shaft as you sucked on the tip and continued down, his sweet moans filling the room. you’d gag every now and then which would snap michael out of his trance because your comfortability was always first. he caressed your glowing face with his free hand, his eyebrows knit in as he watched your head bob up and down his length, causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. by this point, your hands were rested on his knees while your mouth was doing majority of the work now. tongue swirling around his shaft as you puckered your lips and sucked his tip.

his head was thrown back now as he tried so hard to resist the urge to just hold your head and fuck your throat. his breaths were short and quick, moans turning into loud whimpers, this was how you knew your man was close to his release.

“yes angel- just like- ah! just like that.” he affirmed in a moan as your pace quickened, your tear filled eyes watching his face which turned you on so bad. watching him experience such pleasure could make you finish right there with him. his gaze returned back to yours as he couldn’t take much more, he bucked his hips into your jaw, thrusting into your throat as you moaned against his length. that was his breaking point.

with one last thrust, he groaned as his release shot to the back of your throat, swallowing it immediately. you bobbed your head a few more times to get every last bit before pulling off of his dick. his chest continued heaving as you licked your lips, making your way back up to kiss him again. he stood up from the couch while holding your hands to help you up with him before breaking the kiss momentarily to remove the rest of his clothing, helping you remove yours—leaving you in just your bra and panties, which he preferred anyways.

“you’re so perfect.” he spoke lowly as the lingerie decorated your perfect body. he had pictures of you like this hidden away in his wallet, just for his eyes only. a soft blush covered your cheeks, he always knew how to leave you smitten.

connecting your lips again, he held the small of your back and led you to the king sized bed, laying down as you hovered over him. your palms rested on his chest before roaming it. he loved the way your touch felt against his skin, it was something he craved daily whenever you were away. without wasting time, he unclasped your bra with one hand and tossed it to the floor, which caused you to giggle at how eager he was. he sighed as he took one of your breasts to his mouth while his hand massaged the other one, pinching at your nipple. you hissed in pleasure as you watched him, grinding your clothed core against his bare cock. his voice hummed in pleasure, slightly jerking as he was still sensitive from before. his hands and mouth switched places while yours gripped his shoulders, working yourself up as your hips continued.

“look at you,” he said in between kisses and sucks, “so needy for me, just me,” he continued, “not that guy.” you knew exactly who he was referring to. a part of you secretly liked when michael got jealous, despite how stubborn he gets, it makes him ten times hotter knowing that he wants to prove so desperately that you’re his only.

he removed his mouth and took a moment to take in the beauty that was in front of him, caressing your bare body before hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down. you helped him get them off, kicking them to the side before placing yourself back on his lap. he positioned himself at your entrance with some help from you, whining the moment the head barely got pushed in.

“i love you, i love you..” you cried out in bliss as your lowered yourself down onto him, his hands on each side of your hips to help you.

“i love you too baby,” he choked out, “sosososo much.” he moaned quietly.

your pace was slow at first, adjusting to his size since it’s been months since you two made love. both of your sinful noises filling each others ears as your softness suffocated him each time you lowered back down fully. the way he looked under you was something so satisfyingly beautiful as you gave into him. the way a few wavy strands of hair framed his face so perfectly. no matter what the tabloids said, or what the reporters or press said, michael was the only man for you.

your kept your pace up, hands rested on his chest while your nails gently dug into his skin—until he held you up, haltering your movement to buck his hips up into you, fucking into your cunt that dripped with arousal. he could tell you missed him by the pretty cries that left your mouth.

“fuck- don’t stop-“ you sobbed out as your head fell back, one of your hands moving to your breast to fondle with. the sight alone made michael want to fill you up right there. but instead, in a swift motion, he moved you onto your back and continued to relentlessly pound into you. he felt your erect nipples against his bare chest as he kept his eyes on you.

“who can fuck you like this, baby?” he managed while he slowed his thrusts momentarily to keep you needy.

“no one-“ you replied in a whine.

“ and who do you belong to, angel?” he continued while watching your expressions of pleasure.

“you- ah-“ your eyes teary from the knot building in your lower abdomen. michael could feel you squeezing around him as he would pull out terribly slow and thrust back in roughly.

“nah, what’s my name baby?” he licked his lips as he forced you to speak to earn your release. he wanted to hear you screaming his name and his only.

“mikey-“ you whined.

“uht-uh- what’s my name?” he pulled completely out.

“michael!” you cried out once again, a satisfied smirk plastered on michael’s mischievous face.

“good girl.” he praised before penetrating your needy hole once again, weaving your lips together in a passionate kiss. his cock stretched you as he continued his fast paced thrusts once again, giving his girl what she wants.

“cum in me- please.” you cut away from the kiss and begged in his ear as he held your legs from your outer thighs, pulling you in closer.

“whatever my baby wants.” he hummed. after a few more thrusts, he slammed into you one last time as the both of you reached your climax, filling you up the way you craved. the sensation causing you to buzz with your shaky legs wrapped around him.

you held him close as he throbbed inside of you while you two caught your breath. you couldn’t help but admire the way his dewey skin glowed from the orange sunset peaking through the windows. his eyes wandered your face as he placed on last kiss on your lips before whispering an ‘i love you’ and slowly pulling out of your warmth. you hummed against his lips, watching as he slowly stood up to find his jeans.

he flicked his eyes to his watch as he pulled them up and buttoned them, “we got a dinner reservation at 8PM, my love. i’ll go run a warm shower for you.” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving to the bathroom.

you laid there for a moment until deciding to get up from the bed to follow him, “we could always share a shower and save some water?” he smiled at you with a small nip of his bottom lip at the idea before nodding in agreement.

“just don’t hog all the hot water.” he argued.

you snickered and lightly hit his back, “shut up.” climbing in as he followed after you.

you both got ready and got driven to the restaurant, michael never letting go of your hand the whole way there til you two got to your seats. the night was filled with good food, the most delicious red wine which he knew was your favorite, and shared stories. the whole jealousy fit completely dispersed from the air now.

info. ꨄ︎ 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗮𝗱 / 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 × 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝙬𝙘. 𝟯𝟬𝟬. & michael serenades you a lot & is basically head over heels. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝖼.

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ read part two.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 arrives hidden beneath your press folder, no envelope, and no name. Just folded cream paper tucked carefully between your notes before the conference begins. Your stomach drops immediately. Because you already know.

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