WESTCOST GIRL ( 18+ ! )

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𐙚🧸ྀི = fluff | ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 = spice | 🌻 = drabble

( BAD / THRILLER ERA ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ )

• red room : you accompanied michael to one of his usual business events when a bubble of jealousy clouds your entire experience. ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• wine glasses : you meet michael after being hired to be his new on set seamstress and he invites you to a secret lounge. ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• green eyed : when your anger is spiking michael knows just how to calm you down ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• city lights : you and michael are staying at an hotel! ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• fruit punch : michael comes looking for you after performing. ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙-ish )

• confectionery : michael has officially finished ten shows of his bad tour! ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 / 🌻 )

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

( DANGEROUS / HIStory ERA ೃ࿔ )

• starlight : michael becomes distracted watching you star gaze. ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• something blue : headcannon’s about you two being married! ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• closed doors : you’re newlyweds on your first vacation together! ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

( INVINCIBLE / MATURE ERA ∘˙ ✶ )

• lemonade : you and michael have been engaged for a bit, you are hanging out in the new penthouse he bought you. ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• pink silk : you and michael are shopping at an luxury mall! ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

• silver glitter : headcannon’s about michael’s 45th birthday party! ( 𐙚🧸ྀི / ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

( OFF THE WALL ERA ❦ )

• candy coated part two : michael stays at your place for the first time. just a few days after being awarded for his off the wall album. ( ‧₊ ♪˚⊹🌙 )

a/n :: can't stop thinking about badera!michael & how you only find out during sex how filthy michael's mouth can be, because he has NEVER acted like that until he's got you bent over in front of him for the first time!

it's so bad that everytime you get the famous dumbass interview question of "do you two have sex?" you want to blurt out how he's not the man you're seeing right now on tv when he's inside you! your thighs are beyond clinching at the thought, while he's over there giggling 🫩!

its eleven thirty after the tenth tour show, you’re walking backstage to congratulate your boyfriend. the entire concert crew is walking beside you. some are leaving to go home, some are going to the celebratory after party. “michael?”, he stops walking turning towards you. droplets of sweat coated in his brown makeup, his ringlet curls roped around his forehead. “give me a kiss I’m so proud of you!” without question he smooches your lips.

he thinks kisses are just like hugs so honestly even if you were a fan, he would’ve done the same shit…. but we’re not talking about that today!

he locks his hands with yours, looking back to wave at everyone until he reaches his dressing room. with the click of the door, his hands are now wrapping you firmly in a hug. “m’sorry I’m sweaty missed you.” , you giggled. “I missed you too mikey.” you felt kisses peppered all over your cheek. “I pointed at you on stage didn’t you see?” a rush of heat accompanied up your neck. “yes you had girls side eyeing me from the vip part!”, this made him laugh. “the fans are family, very protective it’s okay.”, he spun you around ballroom style. “but you’re my girl don’t worry about them.”, you could feel the famous valentine organ beating against your chest. the amount of love you are in with michael was like a high, the best drug you’ve ever touched.

he was so sweet almost disney prince like? from him asking you to join him in ‘sky watching’ as he likes to call it. he’ll point out all his favorite birds and butterflies, holding your hand thanking god for making such a beautiful planet. trucks on top of trucks when he visits hospitals, making sure to spend time with each child during christmas time. reading them bedtime stories every. single. time. before he leaves. he always introduces you to the children as his wife. letters my goodness the letters? he pours his heart out telling you how lucky and wonderful you are to be in his presence. always talks about marriage. the suspicious ‘reason’ he’s put a lock on his nightstand, has you thinking he’s going to pop the question any day now!

oh but when he’s inside of you? well the public would have a special on each tv station.

“michael slow!-“ , he was thrusting so hard into your sopping entrance. “such a pretty pussy” the hardwood of the couch’s headboard, was digging so hard in your stomach. your hands were settled on the wall. “gonna fuck… you raw” guttural grunts embellished out his throat. “you’re so deep pl..please.” you let out your own desperate moans. the swell of your ass was the only thing heard, besides the couch creaking across the white tile. “wanna cum inside soooo bad god knows I do.” his voice was whiny now, words laced with crying more than speech. you toyed around with the idea deciding on calling him ‘daddy’, seems like this wasn’t the best choice.

his broad hands were now pushing to hard in the fat of your plump hips. it truly didn’t feel like he could climb any further inside of you, but boy were you wrong. “oh my god! mi-“ you didn’t mean to scream and he didn’t mean to go this fast. your pussy was gluing him inside, a ring of white was coating all around him. large clear strings were tinting the grey couch beneath you. “you must really like me inside this wet pussy huh?” the wind felt like it was running a marathon knocked outside of your body. he was stretching you so wide that replying with anything but screams felt like an objection. his hips were gyrating so much as his moans turned into grunting. your back was sweating, your skirt damn near a top, with how far it rode up your body. “love it so much”, he leaned over over body pulling your head up by the throat. he kissed you perfectly his tongue slid around yours.

the sight was pornographic he was far from a quiet kisser, he still kept up the pace you didn’t think it was possible for your hole to weep this much. your hands held onto the couch mouths still syruped together, as he pulled out cumming on your back. hot white liquid landing on some part of your skirt. “oh no I’m sorry baby.” he hopped off of you dressing his boxers back onto his body. sliding the skirt off of you, he found one of his iconic red button up’s. he fastened all the buttons while giving you an additional pair of his plaid blue pajamas pants. “sorry it’s not an actual outfit but we are just heading back home.” a confectionery kiss was planted on your forehead.

“promise I’ll run you a bath soon as we get home okay?” your grip tighten on his body he wore you out and you knew everyone from outside heard you two. yes you would be a liar if you didn’t admit how sticky you felt, but michael always keeps his word on aftercare. you won’t be lifting a finger tonight or tomorrow.

it was your first interview since being married. michael picked out the biggest pink diamond he could find. in his mind queen’s wouldn’t have a regular diamond ring and don’t think for a second that’s going to be your only one. oh no he will be upgrading it every anniversary. you sat cross legged you were dressed in gold, he was in all black. the interview hadn’t started yet, your face was warm all the way to the tips of your rock covered ears. your fingers messed with the twinkling ceremony gemstone. michael noticed reaching over to grab your hand. he stroked with his own over the same spot, “you okay my love?” you hesitated but decided to take advantage of no camera crew in being front of you. “just nervous.. know it’s gonna be a dumb question.”

he grinned eyeing you up at down, “I know that’s what they do… but soon as we leave we’ll be at home, I got a new arcade machine you wanna play it with me? it should be delivered in time.” hell yeah you do! you were definitely going to win last bet you two made over an arcade game, loser had to jump in the FREEZING cold pool! the interviewer finally sat down. cameras along with hot studio lights were brought next to you. “good evening mr. and newly mrs. jackson!” you shyly waved at the camera, “how was the wedding? you both looked lovely.” the jumbo screen front of you, was now playing the moments leading up before michael kissed you.

“it was very sweet mik- michael made it so easy.” she nodded pink lipstick held firm, as she pressed her lips together. “you know… people are talking about that kiss right?” michael covered his face, a faint color spreading across his cheeks. you glanced over at him before replying, “I’ve heard that.. a little bit.” the footage looped again, “their saying he kissed you very sexually, do you two even have sex?” there it was, the dreaded stupid question you knew was coming. michael’s hand was suddenly pressing on your knee, “… yes we have sex.” your thighs were pressing so hard together. meanwhile the badly cut blonde pixie interviewer brows knitted in a knot, “I mean really?…. I just can’t even imagine the michael jackson doing something so intimate!”

☾.࣪࿐:: offthewallera!michael takes you on a carnival date!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings : smutish?, mentions of oral ( f!receiving ) he’s not letting you pay for ANYTHING!!, he’s being VERY sassy at the mouth!, he can’t resist touching his pretty lady :,)

the air was filled with buttery popcorn, sugary cinnamon and fragrant cotton candy. your boyfriend with speed walking so fast you could barely keep up! “mikey slow down!”, “I want a candy apple!” rolling your eyes you somehow managed to match his speed. the night sky was sparkling against the moonlight, surprising nobody recognized you two which was surprising yet… calming? “two candy apples please!”, you glanced at the deep blue jean pocket michael’s hand reached into. a brown leather wallet opened in his palm, a little polaroid picture of you two backstage accompanied the clear plastic.

“I’ll pay for mines.” , the sweetest smile was planted across your face. too bad that was the last thing he would ever let you do! he’s offended you even just said that string of words. “I know you can so can I.” he stuck his tongue out, before handing you the cherry red coated fruit. eventually you two found a green bench, michael sat you onto his lap as you watched the stars. “I swear to god this is getting jammed in my teeth!”, he laughed a little TOO hard. “right on but… what did you expect baby?” your cheeks were hurting from the permanent smile you’ve had all evening. you tickled his stomach, “hey! stop it!”

throwing his empty stick in the trash bin beside him you felt his arms wrap underneath your waist. he pecked your shoulder joining you in watching the stars. “I’m working on a new song.” you placed your hand on top of his feelings his veins against your thumb. “really? what’s it about?”, you felt his grip get tighter. “I um… wanna surprise you.” after what should be impossible your smile got wider, a blush heated up your face. “okay I trust you.” your finger poked his cheek. the tension relaxed in his slender body his grip loosened. “do you wanna go in the photobooth? I need something new for my wallet.” standing up you swiftly opened your arms?

“aw do you want a hug?” you nodded same smile engraved upon your pretty face. he embraced you his hand running across the nylon material of you coat. his coat you took a long time ago. he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”, you giggled. “I love you more mikey”, usually you two would go back and forth, but this woman ‘wobbly’ as michael would describe. is about to snatch up his turn! his unusually worn part of black boots, smacked across the wooden planks. he interlaced his hand with yours to speed walk again. she looked at him for a moment… a LONG moment you just knew you’d been caught. you could see it now a swarm of people coming over to see michael, traffic backed up to hell, stomach ringing in the passenger seat.

she just gave him a wink making him bashfully raise a praying hand to her mouthing “thank you.” you sat down in the booth, frosty blue painted wood buzzed under your thighs. you two did one silly face, he kissed your lips, then your cheek topping off with a smiling one. “they came out so cute!”, he held the printed stock board in his hands. “do you wanna keep them? put em on your wall?”, your brows knotted for a second. “I thought you wanted it for your wallet?” he shook his head. “I’ll have janet take new pictures of us!, you know she’s short enough to get a good angle!” for some reason this cracked him up, the relationship he had between his little sister was so hilarious yet enduring. from the sparkle in her eyes, you could tell just how much she looked up to her big brother.

“there’s a circus show!” he pointed at the red and white tent. “wanna see?”, you naturally affirmed yes! next up the multicolored yellow fabric was a popcorn stand. the sign had an option for regular butter or caramel. “which one do you want love?”, “hmm um just butter for me.” he playfully thumbed you down. “lame booooooo.” this made you laugh how annoying was he being tonight!, “you’re literally so dramatic popcorn shouldn’t be sweet mikey!” you two took a step forward in the partial long line. “said you and what tasteless monster?!”, slightly loosing his footing he giggled at the mush you pressed into his arm. his palm grazed your bare back, as he stuck it underneath your coat and into your shirt. you felt him messing around with your bra strap, just that close to unhooking it. “mikey”, he felt himself starting to get stiff.

a few weeks ago he stayed at your place finally having a place to relax, from the grueling hours of place from his father’s pestering. you had on the tightness grey tank, your ample tits threatening to spill out at any moment. the littlest pastel pink shorts rode up with every single step you took. you laid on top of him while you watched a movie. eh more like the movie was watching you two. he felt your heart pounding just as loud as his was. were you nervous? did you do this on purpose? his sizable hands rubbed your ass between each movie scene. you smelt like honeyed cotton so docile and captivating. he was kneading you now, the shorts now in proximity to panties. he heard the little whimpers you held back the little tint darking the fabric. he wanted nothing more than to smooch at over your sticky pussy, but not yet the time had to be special.

“sweetheart c’mere.” you straddled his lap the bed dipped his broad hands gripping your freshly oiled skin. “I want you but I don’t want to do it here.” a pout appeared through your cherry cola lip balm. if not here then when is he insane? you two were alone nobody was coming home tonight and he doesn’t think this is a good time?! “oh.. okay sorry..”, “no wait.” you plopped back down after trailing halfway off the bed. “I’m just saying you deserve to be treated like I dunno… a princess? just trust me okay?” you eyes were locked on your supermodel posters, mouth twitched to the right side. you felt a bundle of tears threatening to jump out. does he not want you? “do I not look pretty?” concerned immediately was punctured all over his face.

of course it was okay if he wasn’t ready to be intimate, but his syrupy words over your corded phone call the previous morning said otherwise. it was the only reason you spent four hours in the bathroom. you were perfecting every mascara stroke., hissing at every leg nick, and dumping out your entire dresser to find something to wear. “hey now stop that.” he wiped your face, “honey im saying I don’t wanna do this in place, where your family also sleeps at.” he pecked your cheek. “I want it to be special and it will be I promise.” he held you close you could hear his hear throb through his chest. “always pretty for me” you felt a melody of kisses onto your forehead.

“mikey? did you hear me?” he shifted his coat down over the front of his pants before replying “m’sorry yes love?” he removed his hand away from you completely. “we’re um.. next in line.”, he grabbed your hand once more walking in front of you. oddly he didn’t combine his fingers with yours, the warmth you’ve felt this entire evening ran wintry. ensuing a few minutes of confusion, you found your seat numbers on the blue ticket. all the way at the top three row. “michael you’re acting weird… did I do something?” his popcorn bucket resting on the empty folding chair beside him, “no not at all! I just-we shouldn’t talk about it here.” this made your heart hammer in your chest, he was still holding your hand but now you were worried. the circus started the lights dimmed, laughter coming from your boyfriend at every backflip. all focus was gone what was it? is he not having fun with you?

you felt a little tear dip down your skin, the lack of light made it easy to quietly cry. well that was until your very observant partner eyed you down. “baby?” he whispered in your ear, “what’s wrong?” shaking your head at him wasn’t an answer, but talking in private was. your detached hands found each other again, as you walked to the bathroom area. which surprisingly was an whole room? he clicked the heavy silver door shut behind you. “talk to me.” an eye roll was the last thing he was expecting from your flushed glossy face. “you tell me!” he tiled his head. “is it.. what I said?”, “duh mike what else?!” he sighed placing a palm at your hip. “don’t talk to me that way I’m not talking to you that way.”, “fine I’m sorry…” with eye contact on the horizon he finally gave you want you wanted.

“I was thinking about last time I was over your family’s place and… I’m ready now I wanna rent out a pretty place for you.”, he could see your breathing picking up through your clothes. “sorry if that was vulgar, I just was thinkin that’s all didn’t mean to scare you.”, you hugged him softening into his chest. “you could’ve just said that!, I thought I hurt your feelings.” michael laughed at your ridiculous comment. “how so?”, “because I made fun of your popcorn….” his hand wrapped around the side of your throat, bringing you close to his lips. he kissed you deeply stereotypically slowly. “not at all silly girl I wouldn’t be mad at you over corn kernels.” this made you snickered at the thought, “but seriously if I did get a suite for a few days or something would that be okay?” you nodded “of course.” , “I don’t just wanna have sex!, I just think it would be nice to have another break-“ you kissed him again.

“I know mikey I understand.”, you ran your hand on top of his. straightaway you were so stressed about what you were going to pack… lingerie? maybe that’s too stereotypical, how about those little shorts again? technically he already saw those so no fun there… okay maybe one of his old pajama shirts you stole? too many options! the evening ended with you back in michael’s car suddenly you felt the car push promptly on the break?! “what the hell mi-“, “there’s a lost kitten!” before you could reply he was already outside the car. an abandoned kitten was next to the filed of grass you were driving by. “hi sweetie”, he pressed kisses into its black fur. “where’s your mama?” he walked through the dark field. “wait mikey we shouldn’t do that”, the little meows fluttered through your ears. “hmm… maybe you’re right.” he stared at the paws latching onto his right hand. “okay looks like you’re coming home with me! I think joesph can deal with one more animal.”

he sat down back into the vehicle, car door wide open while yours was now shut. you soaked up the doting interaction. “isn’t she the sweetest? I think I’ll name her… caramel.”, you giggled “why’d you pick that?” a snap of the car door went off, as he placed the tiny baby in your lap. “in honor of our first date!”, “that’s so cheesy mike…” he blew a raspberry while sticking out his tongue all over again. alternating immediately his brows furrowed, “who could leave a kitten like that? disgusting.” the car was back in drive as he ‘semi slowly’ drove away into the city, now entering the highway. “I don’t know… sadly people do that to animals all the time.” stopping at oncoming traffic, he joined you in petting the kitten. she calmly purred on your thigh. “this is our first baby”, you went wide eyed. “our first?” he laughed “yeah our first!, one day we’ll have an actual one… or eighteen!!” um what kind of super coochie does he think you have?

𓇼𖦹⋆.˚⊹ ࣪ ˖☼ - I’ve written so much over the years of my life and yet I have no words for you. I’m so sorry how people treated you, I’m so sorry for the cruelest things you dealt with, I’m so sorry for the nights where the only thing you knew how to do was cry. I hope you know that you will forever live on through your talent you left on the world. as a child they tried so hard to make you seem scary and I hate that for some people they truly believed you were.

when I think about how much you went through I can’t help but cry. I’ve encountered so many shy people throughout my life despite being just as shy myself. I’ve always made it my mission to befriend anyone who’s been made fun of, because I knew what it felt like. it makes you feel so alone and confused. its given me so many beautiful friends in my childhood that I cherish so deeply my adulthood. I like to think you had an influence on that before I even knew. in my city there isn’t enough places for homeless people and it makes me angry, me and my family try to help as much as we can. sometimes it feels impossible and like nobody cares. I hope one day, I can carry on your goal of helping the entire world.

you’ve inspired me to just be myself stop caring what people think, singing has been my passion since I was little. the first song I ever performed was “abc” even though I’ve dealt with some evil people, so my drive for a stage has completely been shattered and I probably won’t ever accomplish that dream. thank you for sharing you love and passion for it with the world. thank you for all the patience you’ve poured into other people. thank you for the generosity you showed the globe no matter what. thank you for your joy!, your laughter was so infectious. :)

not a day goes by where you aren’t on my mind. yes you were good enough, yes you are lovable and I don’t just mean as a performer. I mean when all the fancy clothes are in the closet, when the makeup didn’t glaze over your skin, when you didn’t understand how to communicate and felt guilty for not getting your point across, when your heart sank from evil murmurs making you yell and cry from their pathetic words. michael you were always enough I’m sorry you didn’t get told that consistently. I’m sorry for these racist people who to this day just wants to make money. I promise you’ve never ever have been hated, sick people will do anything to paint a narrative. I’m sorry in the end they got to you.

okay I can barely see because this is getting blurry but michael I love you, please give your children lots of hugs and kisses in their dreams tonight.

rest well angel face,

M.JACKSON DANGEROUS ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: you’re newlyweds on your first vacation together!

warnings: smutish? suggestive!! , dry humping, plays with v!, he’s been married before you, he pulls your panties off, stalking??, d**** r*** pops up, elvis junior mentioned, dirty talk, gets interrupted before he can start.

a/n: this took so long please love it I’m on my knees 🫩 !

you were clasped hand in hand with your husband as you two stood in the empty lobby of a high end hotel. security surrounded each corner the spinning door completely blocked. he was dressed in his favorite red shirt accompanying black slacks. “you okay love?” nodding you pressed your head against his arm. “m’sorry this is taking so long I expected to take pictures, sign autographs but I thought they would let me check in myself… this makes me feel uncomfortable? unhuman? wait.. I don’t think that’s a word.” you shook your head, “it’s okay I don’t mind I just want to see the room.” as if on que you both were now checked in, two security guards followed you into the elevator.

“mr and mrs jackson these are your key cards. you’ll be staying on the twelfth floor, and your room number is 709.” michael grabbed one plate of gold plastic, the other placed in your palm. “thank you god bless you.” the guard nodded, the door finally opened in front of the elevator was a mirror with golden statues underneath it. the halls were emerald green with metallic floral embroidery across every corner. michael grabbed your hand again until you got to your room, which surprised you even more. the room was huge!

you expected this of course considering your billionaire husband, but you’ve never seen this much space in an hotel. the bed looked way bigger than a king, michael sat on the edge of the bed removing his watches plopping them on the nightstand. you were still standing near the door taking in the view. you felt a pair of eyes on you, “mama come here” he said in his usual giggly tone. you stood between his legs a pair of broad hands resting on your ass. “missed you”, laughter erupted from you making his heart flutter. “michael I’ve been with you all day!” he pulled you in closer, you were now laying on top of him on the soft mattress.

“no love I mean touching you… y’know I have my limits on how I do that when we are..”, he pointed at the skyline window. “out there because I’m a gentleman of course.”, you jokingly rolled your eyes at his comment. “are you not a gentleman behind closed doors mr.jackson?”, he grinned his lip caught between his bottom teeth. moving you away he regrabbed your hand just as fast, leading you over to the black velvet couch. you straddled around his lap. you felt yourself growing slick as you were about to see the version of your husband, nobody would ever believe exists. his hand wrapped around the back of your neck bringing you in against his lips. he’s very passionate kisser always has been. although the unique thing is because he chooses to kiss so slowly, it takes all the air out your chest. savoring you is the more important thing.

you felt his knee directly under your pussy he would rub right on top of your clit for a second, then completely stop removing all contact. “mikey…”, “hm?” you backed away from him a pout resting on your deep brown lined glossy lips. he sat back further pulling you onto his chest. he raised the bottom of your dress up, cool air wrapped around your electric blue laced panties. his hands were now on both sides of your plush hips, “this string looks like it’s going to pop.” a little sting touched your skin as he snapped the band with his finger. you felt him getting hard you knew that was a turn on for him, the idea of you getting curvier just from the act of sex? he could’ve came on the spot.

while he was getting his own show you decided to kiss all over his throat. “you did this to me.” grabbing his hands, you put them back over your ass. he rocked you back and forth, the friction making you moan. “is that why you’re leaking on my leg?”, a blush crept up your face. looking down there was a clear sticky string that bleed through the cotton fabric. you were grinding more slowly against his crotch now. “thought about you all night in the studio..” he kissed you again although this time more needy, sloppy not quiet at all. “I wanted you over my work desk.”, your black dress rode up more, it was barely clinging on your body. “your pussy wrapped around me… you yelling my name.” god he sounded so whiny, the fabric was now glued between your sopping labia. “you’re always so loud when I’m inside you do I make you feel good?”

you were panting so hard you barely heard what he said, little whimpers were the only noise placed in his ear. “yes always so good.” he stuck his finger on the lower band where your pussy was, feeling all over your gummy folds inches away from your weeping entrance. “mikey-“, “you’re so beautiful let me hear.” the texture of you was so soft, the heat radiating off his fingertips. your head landed on his shoulder, you let out a melody of sounds right next to his ear. “my sweet girl”, your body was flushed in warmth. he moved you back, removing the dress off your body. you clenched from a sudden lack of touch. he brought you back in kissing you deeply, the pads of his fingers laying on the middle of your back. “michael?”, “yes baby?” a bundle of tears welled up in your eyes.

“I don’t want anything vulgar tonight.. I mean I know we don’t usually but I just-“, his eyes expanded in concern before wiping your tears away. “oh no I’m sorry honey was it what I said?”, you shook your hands gigging sniffing in the process. “no! I just um..”, your skin hued into red honestly you were thinking about how sweet your husband can be. you knew he’s been married before you and how that marriage was. part of you was horrified he wasn’t going to be ready for that type of commitment again, but he’s proved you wrong in every single way. what was on your mind was at events or award shows. how he makes it a priority to hold your hand, holding your back, consistently whispering in your ear asking if you’re okay throughout the night.

times you’ve surprised him at the studio with food, usually strawberries since it was quick for him to scarf down. seeing him pour his heart out singing always moving to the music, watching his eyes light up soon as he sees you. the letters he writes you when he’s seen you’ve been acting different some mornings, after award shows. michael is an very observant man forever will be. the way your eyes wonder to the models walking across the red carpet or the increased breathing when you see superstar singers take the stage. the bubble in your stomach when he’s performing and can’t really check on you how he wants. the camera panning at his ex wife’s reaction then onto you. you’ve seen his wedding video before you two weren’t even friends yet. your first thought was how pretty she looked, dressed. well… when she was around michael at least.

how long you would look in the mirror the next morning after he was nominated, just a few seconds more. the furrow in your brows when he brought out his camera hurt his heart he’s been there. sometimes he’s still the twenty year old boy hiding his tears behind his shades. he always sprayed his letters in his perfume. slight cursive yet print writing dancing across the paper, sentences running from the blue lines if he had to leave in a hurry.

“I… I just wanna make love….. sorry for ruining the mood..” he laughed pressing a kiss to your hand. “never angel always voice what you want from me or anyone.”, he tapped his finger on your heart. “you have to say what’s your mind. otherwise your heart will be a stepping stone okay?” you nodded. he redressed you, the coolness of your slick in your panties stuck to on your vulva. “lets start over-“ a hard knock was at the door. “hold on”, michael walked towards the front of the room. “mr.jackson? sorry to interrupt but there’s a lady in the lobby asking for you!” your heart thumped against your chest. “um.. who?”, confusion twirled around his voice. “I can’t say out here sir but the hint is di-“, a puff out air huffed out his mouth. “the hell for what.. how does she even know we’re?, I can’t come down right now tell her I send all my love god bless you!”

you heard a pair of heels click on the wooden floor of the hallway. “mrs. ross wait im talking to him-“, “hi sexy come out here!” michael turned, you glared at him. he conjured up the best fake sick voice he could. “not.. feeling too well”, “that’s alright let metake care of you like old times!” that was enough you sprung up moving him back, “look I don’t know how in the hell you found us but go away!” a cackle emerged from her lips. “don’t be ridiculous I’m also staying here with my family!”, you pointed at the bed michael walked towards it. you stayed silent slowly joining him. “I’m so confused”, looking over at him you both started laughing. “me too mikey somebody had to tell her where we were!”

murmurs continued outside the door for a while before they abruptly stopped, the hallway now sounded empty. “finally. ”, he stood up. “lets go tour the hotel I think there’s a mall in here?, I rented something out I’m assuming that’s what it was!” you got excited a mall in a hotel? cool! “I promise I’ll make tonight special, I’m so sorry about all of that I’ll find out what happened or better yet why.” he kissed your cheek. “I love you”, you embraced him in a hug. “I love you more.”

M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: smut and fluff headcannon’s about michael’s 45th birthday!

warnings: he becomes bolder the tipster he gets, his heavy handed ass is throwing dessert EVERYWHERE, you jokingly embarrassing him a little!

a/n: I scraped my original mature era fic that shit was driving me crazy LMFAO

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - still getting used to the idea of celebrating his birthday let alone drinking in public. he was rarely seen tipsy and if he was nobody really knew what was happening.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - teared up from the gifts you laid out on the bed that morning. he felt guilty about the idea of having a big party. after giving him lots of kisses he mustered up all his courage to get ready.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - … that nasty cinnamon gum was being CHOMPED. “michael I’m not kissing you with that in your mouth.”, “somebody will.” you lunged a pillow at his head.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - he was an older man now so brown liquor wasn’t burning anything, it went down smooth no chaser needed. shoutout to crown royale!

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎 - ducked off in a storage room, sobbed for a bit he kept having spurts of guilt. “mike?”, you slowly opened the door he was sitting on the floor his face flushed, nose tinted red. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you what’s wrong angel face?” your brows furrowed, his lip quivered, head resting against your stomach while you played with his hair. “I.. I feel wrong?”, his shaky hands were motioning around your back. “nothing to feel wrong about everyone here loves you so much!”

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- after calming him down you both returned the dj played michael’s music for a little while. you whined your body against his, he played into it of course! until a spotlight was flashed making him flustered.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- once that liquor hit his system full force?, his hands stayed put on your ass, waist, hips anywhere he could hold.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- somehow finds a secluded corner to kiss all over your throat.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- just twirling his ass off??? “michael you’re going to fall you are tipsy!”, “I’m the professional here!” …. he fell.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you called everyone from the dance floor to center the stage so michael could speak. “I want to thank all of you for attending god bless you all.”, you reached for the microphone remembering a nickname his brothers jokingly call him.“did any of you buy lingerie for big daddy to take off me later?!”, “oh my god!” laugher erupted while michael covered his face.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- the cake finally came out it was three tiers with faint silver glitter. michael dipped his finger into the frosting rubbing it on your cheek. “mikey!” he giggled repeating this again, but actually tasting the frosting this time. “is this buttercream?”, you nodded. “I like it.. very sweet though!”, you glanced at him. “michael why would I get you a sugarless cake?” , “because we are old people now!” “….. I am not- okay mikey”

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- the cake lasted five minutes before you could blink it was being thrown everywhere. your big handed husband was smashing it in everyone’s faces!! hell no you were hiding behind a pillar this somehow became hide and seek with a 5’9 man and vanilla cake!

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- after the cake attack on everyone he makes up a dance competition and the winner gets ten thousand! except… he’s still a perfectionist at heart so he’s standing frozen side eyeing everyone’s attempts at moonwalking. “michael stop!”, “I dunno what you’re talking about I’m watching!”

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- BATHROOM HEAD BATHROOM HEAD BATHROOM HEAD!!! ( luxury bathroom of course it’s the size of an entire department store! )

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- you’ve literally disappeared from this party three times now, but he needs to bend you over and eat you out. “mi-“, “let me finish… almost done.” he was sucking against your clit so hard, you were on the brink of screaming. moving away he flattened his tongue giving attention on both holes. you felt warm spit dribbling down your inner thighs, you sounded so worn out it sounded like a pouty cry.

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- walking back in the venue with every step all you felt was a wet combination of his spit and your cum he couldn’t stop himself from smooching all over your pussy after you came :(

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- super soakers!! everyone decided to get him back so his white shirt was now clinging to his body, laughing hard as he ran away! “I let you guys come to my party, I gave you cake!!!”

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- michael made sure to hug every single person thanking them 101 for attending! this was his best birthday yet he felt so loved. “I love you thank you for celebrating with us”

⟡ 𑣲⋆ 🍎- the venue now stood empty you were embraced in his arms while he kissed your forehead. “I had fun sooooo much fun thank you baby for everything.”, you titled your head up to kiss his lips.

M.JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: michael comes looking for you after performing.

warnings: suggestive!, crushing on each other, he’s VERY flirty, he acts clueless for two seconds.

a/n: hi guys! sorry for the little break mature era was supposed to be next but I’m still writing it 😩!

you were tidying up the microphones and sound equipment backstage, “baby?” you recognized that voice in your bones, it was michael and his new nickname he’s been calling you for the past few days. “oh hi!”, you turned around to face him a cord wrapped around your hand. he was panting hard, his curls were stuck to his forehead from the little droplets of sweat accompanying it. he embraced you for him to be so grimy, somehow he still smelt like the florals woven in his signature scent. “I was looking for you!”, he said very bubbly his hands now firm on your hips.

“kiss?”, you became flustered at his sudden question. you would be the craziest woman in the world if you declined. you pecked his lips as he pulled your body in damn near rubbing right on his. “I like your lip gloss, it tastes like fruit punch”, your thoughts jumped for joy at his comment. he hopped up and sat on top of one of the many empty wooden desks, grabbing his half filled water bottle of orange juice. “did you like the show?”, you continued your previous task turning off the remaining sound equipment. “I loved it, you always do great”, he grinned eyeing your body as you bent over to unplug a few cords.

“why are you so far away?”, you playfully rolled your eyes. “mike I know you see me working the job you’re paying me for!”, “I could pay you with something else”. you glanced over at him another grin planted on his face, “no but seriously come here.” you walked over, your body stood between his long legs. “how can I help you mr.jackson?”, “kiss me again.” your eyes widened, “please then I’ll leave you be.” you tip toed yourself, pushing your black heels down pecking his lips once more. “you look very pretty.” he fiddled with the neckline of your shirt, “is your bra purple?” you nodded bashfully. “can I just see the strap? I really love the diamonds on it.” you agreed as he slowly slid the left side of your shirt down, not too far but just enough.

his fingers latched themselves underneath as he brushed the jewels back against his thumb. “come with me after this.”, he said this so low you felt like you might have imagined him saying it. “um where?” he giggled, “where what?” you gently pushed his shoulder making him laugh. he adjusted your clothes back in place, “to my house I want to see a scary movie.” you shrugged your shoulders, “sure why not.” “can you stay the night?” you felt his big deer like eyes on you. “I can but… I don’t have any extra clothes.”, “that’s okay what’s your sizes?” you closed your eyes for the mere thought this may be a dream.

“michael…”, your heart was thumping so hard that you just knew he could hear it. his hands wrapped around your back pulling you in close as possible. you literally couldn’t get any closer he was being greedy! he looked around him for a few seconds, before running his hands down your body. “you could just..be bare nobody will be home I’ll wash your clothes.” your breath became jagged at his bold words. no matter how many times it happens, it’ll always surprise you when he’s like this. “are you sure?”

he put his hands in a more appropriate spot before answering, “of course I wouldn’t say that for no reason.” your stomach felt like a roller coaster going home with him was one thing, but the thought of you just in either your panties, bra or nothing? this is by far the most shocking conversation you two have had. “fine but… I’m covering myself with a blanket.” he laughed, “yes that’s fine I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he reached for your hand to help him up. “no need to run this time we are going out the back.” you interlocked your fingers with his, you felt a wash of warmth and nervousness. he had you two walking around like a couple, knowing the crew could see you made you feel comfortable and horrified at the same time.

“do you want to come to my dressing room with me?” he said this still walking down the long grey hall front of you, still hand in hand but you had no way of knowing his facial expression. “oh.. um sure.”, he halted at the door turning the key into the lock letting you go in first. you sat onto the tacky green stripe couch. the room smelt just like his perfume very powdery, although notes of vanilla is what usually lingered on his skin. “there are some snacks in the drawer by my vanity.. I’m going to get out these hefty clothes!” he softly yelled entering the bathroom. you opened it carefully finding mostly boxed sour patch and m&m’s. you took one package and plopped back down on the sofa.

he returned in a blue button up and black pants. he took the box of candy out your hand, pouring some in his mouth. “hey!”, he giggled sitting next to you resting his head on your shoulder. “we should be leaving in a few minutes.”, you twisted one of his curls around your finger. “I’m excited I haven’t seen your movie room before.”, he playfully gasped. “really? you’ll love it!”, you heard a loud honk from outside the window. michael grabbed his set of keys off the table, before reaching for your hand. “lets go love”, he pressed a kiss onto the back of your hand. you two walked back towards the hallway leaving the venue.

M. JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: you and michael are staying at an hotel!

warnings: smut & fluff!!, attempt at an blowjob, angst for one second max, he gets super pussy drunk!!, shy reader, oral ( f receiving! ), very cotton candy sweet aftercare!!

a/n: you guys sent me sooo many requests I wasn’t expecting that at all!!, I will leave them open until sunday thank you so much for trusting me in your ideas 🥹!! I love you forever, before I start I always say ‘I have to write for my girls’ in my head LMAO 🍎! ( also thank you anon for the request!!! 🎼 )

you were leaning against the huge hotel window looking out at the city. michael was in the bathroom a toothbrush held in his cheek, as he was unbuckling the heavy red jacket off his body. constant clunky sounds emerged as he was kicking off his pants, his metal belts hitting the white tile. you were dressed in one of his old concert tees with the collar cut off, as it draped off your left shoulder. you two were pretty high up, the cars looked like doll toys from up here. the sink cut off as he exited, micheal dug through his suitcase putting on a set of navy silk blue pajamas. you felt a pair of hands wrap around you, his head resting on your exposed shoulder.

“do you like the view?”, you nodded a soft kiss pressed onto your face. “sorry the event took so long love”, you placed your hand on top of his. “no it’s okay! I um.. like going to things with you”. that came out more as a whisper than you would’ve liked, but you truly did. he looked like a fairytale prince in his outfit today, it made you feel embarrassed every time you eyed him. “I’m happy you had fun.. can I have a kiss?”, your mouth deepened into dimples, as you turned around to kiss him. he picked you up your legs mantled around his torso, the cold wood of the dresser compressed underneath your thighs. he pulled back a moment to look at you, he interlaced his hand with yours.

“where’d your glove go mikey?”, you sounded so sweet god he couldn’t wait to get back home. he already had you a ring made. it was waiting for him to pick it up, he kept trying to imagine it on your finger. “I left it in my costume box baby why?”, your skin reddened as your breathing had a slight change in pace. it wasn’t very obvious but he noticed, “I liked it it was um cool”. he grinned you got shy so easily michael was a shy man, but you were way worse than him. this made it so easy to playfully tease you. “yeah? what did you like about it?” your eyes widened, glancing at him for a second before focusing on the printed wallpaper. “oh I liked-“, you eyed his hands the ones you’ve been thinking about all damn day.

you were fidgeting so much in the audience watching him speak. you kept thinking about the way he pulls your hips in when he kisses you so deeply, it feels like all the airspace in your body was everywhere and evaporated at the same time. in his hands you felt so safe, so warm, like you could do anything and be anyone if he asked. “love?” you blinked a few times why would he ask you this?, you wanted to melt into the cherry hardwood. “hands”, good job why the hell did you say that? he laughed, “you’re so cute” another kiss was pressed on your face. he then kissed you once more, this time more passionately. his hands pulled your back into his chest, his mouth found its way against your jaw and onto your neck.

you gripped at his shirt you always felt so flustered when he did this, little whimpers you poorly tried to suppress escaped your lips. your fingers interlocked on the waist band of his pants, you stood off of the dresser causing him to shift back. you got on your knees his brows knitted together, as you pulled the fabric off his body. “sweet girl.. what are you doing?” your stomach had a knot in it… is this wrong?, did all your friends tell you the wrong thing?, had you secretly watched porn vhs tapes wrong?

“I was trying to… give you..”, his hand moved your forehead back to face him. his expression felt cold, a brink of tears entered your eyes. maybe he didn’t want you to, maybe you were too shy for him. you pulled his pants back up before walking into the bathroom closing the door. pushing his body completely away from you, “wait no!”, the lock clicked. you silently cried as you heard the lock being picked. michael sat on the floor next to you. “baby… hey..”, you looked up at him your face flushed in scarlet, your eyes tinted and glossy. “why did you run away?”, your head fell back onto your knees. “because you don’t like having sex with me I’m too shy”, he shook his head. “no baby I like being intimate with you”, you felt a ping of frustration on your chest. “then why couldn’t I make you feel good?, its normal for women to do it so why-“, “stop that”. this came out stern, he didn’t mean to but it got your attention enough to look at him. “I don’t like blowjobs I find them… kinda harsh?”, confusion wrote itself across your face.

“I believe women deserve to be catered to like that , I feel like otherwise I would be… making you serve me? I don’t want that from you”. you nodded, “plus I don’t like the way it looks…. I would feel like I’m choking you on purpose”. you laughed, “I’m serious! but I’m sorry for being so stern when I said it, I just wasn’t expecting that”. he pulled you into his lap, “long as you’re with me, you don’t get on your knees to do anything you understand?” your head was against his chest. “yes m’sorry”, his thumb wiped your tears away. “there’s nothing to apologize for silly”, he picked you up bridal style plopping you on the bed. he pecked your eyes smooching your tears away until you giggled. he then got between your legs, “let me kiss you all between here until you cum as my apology deal?”

“deal”, he lifted your legs on top of his forearms pulling you toward the end of the bed. he spat out a wad of spit, it ran down the bud of your clit. moving in closer he kissed his mouth against it, it was subtle at first but as your slickness grew so did his desire to please you. your majora was held open onto his fingers, you felt so damp and plush. not to mention how pretty you looked inside, your labia ended up separating itself from how wet you’d gotten. you didn’t even feel it happen, his tongue flattened inside of it. a combination of constant spitting and licking went on for a while, before he returned to kissing down your folds toward your entrance.

a smack! sound merged into a pattern as he thumped his saliva smothered tongue, right on your sticky entrance. you were leaking so much milky residue, it was latching down every little crevice underneath your hole. your eyes were shut so tight. michael was being so messy, there was so much spit and cum accumulating the white sheets beneath now weren’t the only thing damp. little mhm’s came out his mouth, your skin was radiating heat as your back arched. he stopped thwacking his tongue and shoved its way into your runny hole. “mi…michael “ his eyes met yours for a second until they became low, and all he could focus on was the pretty pussy he had rubber banding around his tongue.

you were squirming so much if he wasn’t holding you open, you definitely would’ve probably been near the headboard by now. his hot muscle felt so deep inside your runny pussy, squelching was the only sound in the room. “so.. too.. much mikey!”, his hands were now on your hips pushing your body rhythmically back and forth on his mouth. his face was so flushed, brows furrowed, he was for sure pussy drunk and couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. his tongue pulled out of you, his mouth clicked even more spit down onto your core. he focused back on your pudgy labia making out with it non stop, he alternated between your inner and outer. he eventually just clumped them together in his fingers, forming a frothing stream amongst it. your eyes opened to look at him he really was in awe, he didn’t think a body part could get this wet.

your hole was weeping so much slimy cum, “so pretty… prettiest pussy”. he let his fingers go your labia opened itself back apart. he lapped and nibbled at it until your body was convulsing, “mikey please! I’m gonna cu….cum ple-please!” you cried so intensely it sounded like a desperate prayer. “you already did that a long time ago”, he giggled. going back in to press a few firm kisses on your soaked hole, a new line of cum connecting to his lips every time he slowly smooched it. you came once more as he pulled away. “good job sweetie”, he raised himself back up. your legs stuck together from the mess between your slit, your folds felt funny as they still weren’t touching.

michael entered the bathroom running the shower on hot, “baby can you stand?” you sucked your teeth at the question making him laugh. “alright big strong michael will help you! ”, you bursted out laughing at his terrible voice acting. “ew stop”, he grinned. “you don’t like my heroic voice?”, you rolled your eyes playfully “hell no”. he giggled picking you up over his shoulder placing you into the shower, he undressed behind you a rope of cum sloshed off his tip stringing itself back into the fabric of his boxers as he kicked them off.

the warm water felt so good on your skin, michael pulled you into a hug closing the shower door. “was that all okay for you?”, you nodded as he rubbed your back, the steam engulfing the room. “good we should order food what would you like love?”, you giggled “well mikey the menu is huge!”, “I know it’s never ending!, I might get soup”. you gently pecked his chest. “I think they have spaghetti I’ll order that”, you didn’t have to look at him to know he was frowning. “nasty ass spaghetti”, “micheal!”

M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary : you are michael are shopping at an luxury mall!

warnings : smut, inspection kink ( f receiving! ) , fingering ( f receiving! ), brat tamer if you squint, short aftercare!

a/n : anon I’ve been thinking of this request ALL MORNING, literally squirming in my bed

you were looking through a rack of robes meanwhile michael was the the dressing room, trying the millionth silk button up. he rented out the mall for friends and family so everyone was scattered around different shops. in this store it was just you, michael and security guards, who were laughing amongst themselves at the entrance door. this luxury store was huge and technically you both had a lot of privacy which you weren’t complaining about at all.

you were adorned in a dress and heels, although you were starting to regret this because your feet were hurting. you and michael had been cooped up in the house since he’s on break from working, you just needed to remind yourself what you looked like dolled up! every flip through this rack was pissing you off all you wanted was a pastel pink robe, but it seems like you were only finding plaid print. you huffed before, hearing your husband giggling at you poking his head behind the wall. “what’s so funny?!”, he covered his face laughing harder. “I’ve been watching you yank through clothes for five minutes, we can just go to another store baby”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “come here love”. walked towards him a pout appearing on your glossy lips, as you laid your head on his chest. “what’s wrong?” , “I just wanted a new robe!”. he titled his head, “we have the entire day to shop you’re being a brat”. he pecked your forehead, “help me with this shirt”. you entered the spacious dressing room, it had a couch along with a… bar?, anyways you closed the curtain your freshly manicured nails clasping the last button. michael closed the grey curtains behind you, “it’s kinda cosy in here”. you grinned taking in the environment, michael was now in front of the mirror. “hm? oh yeah it is very nice.. very beautiful”, you walked behind him pecking his shoulder running your hands on his chest.

“do you want something from me?” he asked softly, “no just looking at you”. he turned around picking you up in his arms, you both eyeing yourselves in the mirror. “how about now?”, you giggled kissing his cheek. your dress had rode up exposing you being bare underneath, luckily you were one, behind a curtain and two, had privacy to really do whatever you wanted. “you’ve filled out here”, you playful pinched him. “hey! I meant it in a good way, you look good”, he earned a glare from you. “I noticed it yesterday when you were wearing those pajama shorts, I felt.. like a creep”. you laughed, “michael I’m your wife you can look at me”. he slowly spun back and forth rocking you, “I know I just never really paid attention you’re very pretty”. you blushed your skin redden more when you suddenly thought back, to what occurred in the limo an hour earlier.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you were sitting crossed legged against the burnt orange velvet seat of michael’s new limo, although today was family day this was the one private transportation you and michael will be riding in. he just wanted to kiss you with no interruptions. the privacy window was up and he recently had this soundproofed. he pulled you into his lap per usual rubbing his hands all over your thighs. his mouth was now resting at your ear, “you know I need to check down here”. he pointed just above your clit, immediately making you slick at the thought. “how about when we get to the mall?”, he briefly thought about this before agreeing. “okay but.. lift your legs a second”, you obeyed his fingers cusping around the band of your panties pulling them off. “this way I can see how you would actually look”, he placed your legs back down, pulling your dress back into place.

now you were over his lap on the couch. your dress might as well be up your back , with how far he’s tugged it up. “you’re drenched all between your legs”, he laughed. “you’re the one who took my panties!”, he spread your legs out a little more. “I did it so I could see it on your thighs not the fabric”, the fact that you two were in regular conversation, goes to show how normal this is for you. “move your leg a little further out”, you obeyed as he spread your ass apart. you throbbed around nothing as he started to peel your labia, his calloused thumb adding vibration. “looks good in here, I just need to make sure your nerves are working right”. he cupped your gummy inner and outer lips together with one hand, thumping his middle finger up and down repeatedly on your leaking flesh with the other.

this made you whimper not quietly though since nobody was near you two,”you’re doing a good job, let me check a little more”. he raised you off of him for a moment laying back onto the couch, “turn the opposite way”. you straddled him backwards your pussy now close to his face. “much better I can see all of you now”, he pushed one finger into your entrance curving it slightly. you mumbled a few moans, your head was leaning against his bent knee. “seems warm in here that’s good”, you felt another finger added a slimy build up of wetness coated his fingers. “almost done”, you whined in impatience he was doing this extremely slow on purpose.

“faster..” he ignored your request you let out a cry in annoyance. “I’m doing an inspection you can wait until we are at home… so it’s done the proper way”, he removed his fingers leaving you feeling empty. he kissed your hole before gently shifting you off of him. your arms were folded as you were now sitting normally on the couch. “stop pouting sweet girl”, he lifted your chin cupping your face. “how about we buy you something pretty and I’ll make love to you at home deal?”, you nodded michael pecked your forehead. he fixed your clothes once again reaching for your hand, you felt a gush of cum attaching its self between your legs with every step. as you exited the clothing store, michael looked for the nearest vending machine to get a bottle of water, just because you were out doesn’t mean aftercare went out the window.

a/n 2 : sorry this ended up being more of a drabble! 🥹😭

M.JACKSON HISTORY ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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!

M.JACKSON OFF THE WALL ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖ part one!

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.

M.JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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.