Minnie

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚

Warnings - Sex, losing virginity, cussing

No specific characteristics for reader; any era Michael

Summary - Michael and you have been friends for a very long time, but you danced around your feelings for eachother. The tension you had between you always seemed to come out in those late nights at the studio sessions you shared together. You finally gather the courage to spill your feelings, but he beats you to it.

— ᨳଓ . Authors note - IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LIKE 4 DAYS I keep getting distracted.

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When I look back on Michael and I, it’s obvious that we like each other. My friends have always told me to just tell him how I feel, but it’s never that easy. I’ve gotten close a few times, but I get choked up on my words and eventually chicken out.

That is, until tonight. I arrive at Hayvenhurst like normal. The brothers greet me, Janet and La Toya give me hugs and kisses before I ask, “Where’s Michael?” Which usually comes with the expected, “In the studio.”

I make my way to the back of the house where the studio sits, and open the door to see Michael sitting at the panel, humming softly to himself. He looks up at me, and immediately smiles.

“There you are.” He says as he gets up and wraps his arms around me. I couldn’t help but blush as I hug him back. “What are you working on?” I ask as I move to sit next to where he was previously sitting.

He shrugs as he sits down, putting his pen and paper aside. “It doesn’t matter now that you’re here, honey.” He says so sweetly, I swear my tooth begins to hurt.

I play with the fingers in my lap as he looks at me, “What’s wrong?” He tilts his head, thinking about what he could have possibly done to upset me.

“Nothing, Michael. I’m just thinking about stuff.” I play it off.. although I really am thinking deeply.

The conversation flows effortlessly as he comes up with new lyrics and additional beats to the song. I scoot closer to him, wanting to know what he’s working on. I look over to see the title “Girlfriend” and a few lyrics scribbled out messily on the paper. I scoot close enough so that our thighs are touching. His hand drops his pen and slowly puts it on my thigh.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together, feeling the butterflies in my stomach drift lower. “Michael…” I capture his attention.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up from where he’s reading on the paper

“Michael.” I say more insistently.

He finally looks up. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“I.. uh..” Darn it, I was planning this whole interaction in my head, and now look at me stuttering

“You look beautiful, Minnie.” He interrupts me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Minnie. he’s always called me that.

I stare at him blankly, my brain short circuiting.

I feel his fingers stretch out on my thigh, then slightly dig into the flesh.

“Michael… I-…”

“I know…” He leans in and kisses me.

And to be honest, for one split second, I thought I was dreaming. Like no joke.

I close my eyes and melt into him, kissing him deeply.

Both his hands lift to cup my face, squeezing my cheeks gently

I’ve never really kissed anyone before, So I trust my instincts. I feel his tongue trace my bottom lip, but I hesitate.

He pulls back slightly. “Mmm?”

“I’ve never.. done that before.” It’s obvious that i’m completely embarrassed.

I expect him to say something backhanded or sarcastic, but he just smiles.

“I know, it’s okay.”

He says it so calmly. Like it’s not a big deal. It makes my heart beat faster with anticipation.

But he goes back to his sheet music, smiling to himself.

The night moves on, and eventually he stretches his arms out, yawning. “You wanna stay over?”

It was so casual of him to say that. I used to always sleep over, so there’s nothing weird about it.

I nod.

We make our way inside, where the house is quiet and dark, and everyone is asleep.

I walk into his bedroom, which is cluttered with numerous awards and other achievements that he’s gained from his music. It feels comforting. Well, it would, if I weren’t so nervous.

We just kissed for the first time, and he’s not saying anything about it? Am I crazy?

I excuse myself to the restroom to change into something more comfortable before brushing my teeth.

I walk out of the bathroom to see Michael sitting in the corner next to his closet… reading a book?

“Michael.. What are you doing?” I chuckle softly.

He immediately shuts the book, looking up. “Nothing- I.” He laughs softly.

“Just a book I like to read.” He excuses himself to go take a shower, leaving the book peeking out from under the shirt it’s lying under.

I check to see if he’s gone, and lift the book up.

It’s.. a book about pleasing women? I laugh to myself. He doesn’t need this.

This must’ve been the reason why he was so calm earlier.

I set the book down and make a mental note to myself; “Don’t bring it up. It’ll ruin his confidence.”

When Michael returned from the bathroom, still drying his wet curls with a towel, I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

I get up and take a few long strides across the room, kissing him deeply as I cling to his shirt.

He immediately kisses me back, his hands looping around my waist.

“I have feelings for you”

I blurt out against his lips.

He doesn’t stop, if anything, it fuels him more.

He walks me backward to the bed, laying me down gently before hovering over me, his hands going to the hem of my shirt.

“I think you know I haven’t done this before.”

He lifts his head, “I haven’t either.”

I chuckle, “I know, baby.” Before kissing him again with more heat behind it.

His hands slowly push my shirt up while my hands are busy unbuttoning his jeans. I needed him. More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

He pulls my shirt off all the way just in time for me to take his off.

I couldn’t help but breath out against his lips, feeling out of breath even though we haven’t done anything yet. I feel hot, like the room is boiling.

Michael noticed, and began rubbing my back gently, whispering reassuring things into my ear.

I couldn’t tell if I felt more nervous, embarrassed, or excited. He was going to see all of me, something no one has done before. And it made me feel slightly embarrassed, but he was mature, and I trusted him.

I feel his hands lightly touch my hip bone, which makes me twitch slightly.

“It’s okay… it’s okay..” He cooed into my ear.

Soon, his fingertips slide into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. I feel the fabric brush against my legs, making my face burn.

“Nobody’s ever seen me.” I state the obvious. I don’t know why I expected him to be grossed out; it’s plain female anatomy.

He hums “I’m glad i’m the first one.”

He lowers his head to kiss my knee gently, glancing up at my wet heat, which I assume is just checking to see if i’m wet. He crawls up my body, kissing his way up before his lips land on mine again. I feel his fingers gently rub my clit, then press against my entrance.

I’ve fingered myself before so it’s nothing foreign to me, so I moan comfortably below him as he curls his two fingers inside me.

His kisses turn so sweet and gentle until I can barely feel his lips against mine; which is when I notice him panting slightly… he was getting worked up over pleasuring me.

I moan a little louder for him, even though i’m not one to be vocal.

And in return, he breaths a bit heavier in my ear.

I can’t believe i’m getting wetter from hearing his breathing.

As i’m arching into his hand to signal i’m close, he pulls them out. My body immediately missing his touch. He reaches down and pulls his boner from his boxers, glancing up at me.

“Do you want it?”

Wow, who’s this and where did Michael Jackson go? This boy above me is being so bold.

I nod, my hands going to hold his biceps as he shifts his weight between my legs. I brace for the pain, squeezing my eyes shut in preparation, but Michael tells me to open them.

“Please look at me, I need to see you.”

I open them, of course, wincing slightly as he pushes against me. Thankfully he slips in easily due to my arousal, but it doesn’t ease the pressure inside of me.

His hand rests against my abdomen, feeling his dick slide inside of me.

Once he’s fully in, he stays there for a minute, our eyes locked.

“Michael.. I love you” I say out of the blue, which shocks both of us.

He responds with a soft kiss to my lips, moving his hips ever so slightly.

It felt good, yes, but it was new to me. And it scared me a bit to be honest.

His hand moves from my abdomen to cup my cheek gently as he moves very slowly.

My mouth opens slightly, my breathing getting heavier as I feel his head hit that spongy spot inside of me.

He notices the pleasure, and angles his hips just right to hit that spot every time; which in turn makes me arching back and my heels dig into his back.

After awhile, I lose track of time, completely consumed by the pleasure. And before I know it, it was midnight, and I had to get home. I start quieting down, and Michael takes the hint and quickly pulls out and lays next to me.

I came around 3 times.

I look over at him, who’s already staring at me.

“I love you too, angel.”

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I won’t even talk about how disrespectful it is to call a person, WHO was proved innocent on all accounts (and who is no longer alive) a pedophile. It is so easy to search up Michael Jackson and see from not only his personality, but from the literal LEGAL documents stating his innocence.

I blocked and reported the person who said that, but in case anyone is curious, read this article on Michael Jackson and his PROVEN innocence.

I’m not one to be parasocial, but I truly do believe that Michael Jackson was deeply misunderstood and was treated unfairly throughout his lifetime. Alongside making my favorite music, he was kind, thoughtful, and he treated everybody with respect and compassion.

This platform gives anyone the ability to write about whatever and whoever they please. So going onto my account, on which I write mainly about Michael Jackson, and commenting terrible things about him, is uncalled for, and can be classified as harrassment.

this is literally beautiful thank you for this

i’m gonna try something different and do it from Michael’s pov.. lmk if you guys like it :•)

!Thrad era Michael

Warnings - None!

Slight angst, fluff

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𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡

Michaels POV

We woke up this morning in a good mood. Well, she was in a better mood than I was. Last night I came home a bit upset because the press said some things about her. It hurt me too, of course, because I love her. I didn’t tell her what they said because she doesn’t deserve those terrible words said about her. But when I came home visibly upset she asked me why, and I lied to her and said that it was just a long day with Quincy.

So when we woke up this morning I turned toward her, my face mixed with something of pity and a little sadness. She was my sweet girl, nobody knows her like I do. To be fair, i’ve always had crazy girl fans who have gone as far to say that they’re pregnant with my baby, when i’ve never even met them! It’s nothing to me, however she doesn’t understand or know about how rude and cruel the press is.

She was talking softly about something that interested her yesterday while I was in the studio as she played with my hair gently, my hand gently caressing her free one. But to be honest, I wasn’t listening. I was being eaten by my guilt. I lied to her. I tried to convince myself that it was a white lie, and it was better for her not to know. But eventually I spilled.

“I lied to you yesterday.” I say with such visible guilt I’m honestly surprised I didn’t melt into a puddle right there on the bed.

Her hand stopped the gentle motion on my head as she turned toward me. “What?” She said with a bit of hurt in her voice.

“I came home upset yesterday because of things my fans are saying about you.” I explain, my voice shaking ever so slightly, i’m not sure she picked it up.

“Oh…”

My heart clenches in my chest. She’s always so soft spoken, she’s never even spoke infront of a camera, it’s truly terrible how much fans assume about an innocent girl they’ve never even heard the voice of.

“I didn’t want to tell you, but I feel awful for lying to you.” I respond remorsefully.

She sits up, “Well.. what did they say?”

I follow her, sitting up so our thighs are touching ever so slightly as we face each other.

“It doesn’t matter, sweet girl.. they don’t even know you. They’re just… jealous?” I immediately want to take back my words as I see her face shift to a downcast frown.

“Did I do something? I- I don’t want them to hate me” Her voice cracked as she looked at me.

I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head as I smooth her hair back. “No.. no no no, angelface. You did not do anything, my love.” I reassure her gently, but she’s always been a people pleaser (unfortunately.)

“You are the sweetest girl ever, pretty baby. I promise you nothing that they say will ever matter. I’m right here, honey.. it’s okay.” I rock her gently as I whisper into her ear.

I feel her nod against my chest, her hands reaching up to rub her eyes.

“I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, Michael.”

(& even though they’ve been “practicing” baby-making for weeks waiting for her fertile window he knows instantly its different)

yep this is absolutely fire THANK YOU so much

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙔𝙚𝙩?

Warnings - implied sex, heavy petting, pregnancy

Bad era Michael!

No specific characteristics

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“Baby?”

Michael spoke softly, knocking on the bathroom door. You had been in there for quite some time. You had taken one of those ovulation stick tests, wanting to see if you were ovulating, but you weren’t.

You put the stick down, “Come in!” You shout as you look up to see him.

“Doing okay? What are you doing?” He asks, slightly concerned.

“I just wanted to see if.. well if i’m ovulating.” You say, gesturing to the stick.

He hums, picking up the stick. It said negative, which meant you weren’t ovulating.

Michael had mentioned countless times about wanting, needing to start a family. You knew from the very start of your relationships that’s what he wanted. You felt terrible for disappointing him. You remember when you told him that you were on birth control, his face consisting of slight disappointment, but also understanding.

But the thing is, he always knew what phase of your cycle you were in. Some people would say it’s weird, but it made him attentive to your needs. Whenever you were on your period, he knew to bring you a heating pad and chocolate. When you were in your luteal phase, he knew not to argue with you. It was great, honestly.

Since you had gotten off your birth control around 3 weeks ago, you’ve been trying almost every single night for a baby.

That’s why two weeks after your period, Michael started to want you all the time. and i mean ALL the time. One late night after you both had dinner and a shower, he pounced on you, kissing you deeply, almost harshly, as his hands wandered everywhere. Between your thighs, up your breasts, around your neck.

You pull back slightly, “Sweetheart, what’s the rush?” You chuckle under your breath, looking at him.

He pulls back slightly, “You’re ovulating, (Name). it’s the perfect night.”

You look at him, confused. You hadn’t even known you were ovulating.

“Wait, wait, wait, how do you know?” You ask curiously.

“I just.. I just know. It’s radiating off of you.” Michael laughed softly.

You shrug, who were you to deny sex with your husband?

He guides you into the bed, hovering over you as your hands roam his back. Michael groans softly into your mouth as he presses his hard-on against your thigh.

The night moves on, and after multiple rounds of sex and dozens of positions, you finally lay next to him as you catch your breath.

He couldn’t stop smiling. “I know it’s going to work, I just know it!” Michael says with a boyish smile on his face.

You chuckle, patting his arm.

The next month, when you get.. well, when you’re supposed to get your period, you don’t.

You immediately tell Michael, who starts screaming, “WHAT!!” excitedly.

You immediately go buy a pregnancy test, and to your surprise, you are indeed pregnant.

When you tell Michael, he starts running around the house, screaming of excitement. “I’m gonna be a daddy!!”

He stops infront of you, “Are you sure?” He asks, even though you both are sure.

You nod, which fuels another trip around the house.

You giggle, watching your grown ass husband scream and run around.

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A few months later, you both walk into the house after an appointment, where you finally saw your baby girl growing inside of you. Michael hadn’t stopped crying, looking at the sonogram of the baby.

“Honey… please stop crying, you’re making me want to cry.” You say, looking at him as your hands gently rub your stomach, which is now slightly bigger and with your belly button ever so slightly protruding.

Michael looks at you, his cheeks wet from his tears. “This is my baby. Our baby. I just can’t believe it.” He chokes out, his arms going out to hug you.

He was more emotional than you these days.

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Thank you

YESS!!!

alrighty ahem

𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚

Warnings - None, !Fluff

Thrad Era Michael

No specification of characteristics

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A warm evening in June was Michale’s favorite time to go swimming. Since he was busy a lot, it was rare to have time to himself, nonetheless have time for his family and his friends, but he always managed to make time for you.

It was around 5pm, everyone had just eaten dinner (Marlon insisted on cooking on the grill). The night was slowing down as the sun began to dip lower and lower into the sky. Jermaine, Tito, Jackie, and Randy we’re all playing on the other side of the pool and laughing about nonsense while you and Michael sat on the edge of the pool, your feet swinging softly in the water. You had your head on his shoulder as his hand caressed your thigh gently.

You took his hand and picked it up, intertwining your fingers as you lifted your head. “Did you have fun today?” You ask softly.

He nods his head, that soft smile he always gave you appearing naturally as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You smile back, your face blushing gently as you kiss his hand, letting it fall back onto your lap. Randy swims over infront of you, tugging your leg and asking if you wanted to play a game before going inside. You glance at Michael, who’s already getting in the pool. You follow, dipping your head underwater to slick your hair out of your face. You swim to where the rest of the brothers are, who are already arguing about what to play. Eventually they decide on marco-polo. You laugh, how old were they again? And of course, you were chosen to close your eyes first.

You stand in the middle of the shallow end, covering your eyes with your hands as you yell out “Marco!” and the brothers follow with “Polo!” You catch Tito first, who was horsing around too much and accidentally bumped into you. Then Jermaine, Jackie, then Randy. As you search for Michael, you suddenly feel someone swim under you, picking you up and throwing you (gently) into the deeper end. You squeal, coming up and opening your eyes.

Michael was giggling, looking at you with a soft blush on his face.

“You suck at this game!” You exclaim as you swim over to him, wrestling to get him underwater too, but he was stronger than you, so of course you couldn’t.

After a few more games, everyone decides to go inside. You walk up the steps, squeezing out your hair as you do. Michael immediately follows, shaking out his curly hair (which has now turned quite frizzy). You hand him his towel before wrapping one around yourself.

“I love you, mama” Michael says suddenly, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“I love you too, everything okay?” You respond, he nods.

“You’re so good with my brothers, it makes me wanna have kids with you already.”

You laugh, “Oh jeeze, Michael. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.”

He laughs aswell, shaking his head as you both go inside.

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𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝘽𝙖𝙮

Michael proposes to you while on one of his weekend vacations he loved to take you on. Only this weekend, he chose somewhere special. He told you to dress up, do your nails, etc. Obviously, you suspected what he was going to do, but definitely did not expect him to deliver it the way he did.

Warnings - None! Just fluff (boring ik)

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Santa Monica bay has been your favorite place since you were a little girl. When your big sister took you for the first time after both of your parents divorced, you absolutely fell in love with it. It was your one escape from the life you no longer wanted.

Ever since you were in elementary school, you always wished your life was different. You hated switching between your parents house every week, so you opted to stay with your older sister, who you absolutely adored.

She was like a mom to you; always there when you need her. But things change, as they do. She moved away with her family and left you behind. Thankfully, that’s around the time you met Michael.

You were 21 when you started dating the pop star. You were both adventurous and all-loving, which made things perfect. You fell in love, and now you moved in with him. He lived on the more quiet side of California with his brothers and his parents. He said he’d move out when he was ready, but he was still so young; only had one album released at the time.

Things had been tough without your sister, to say the least, but Michael cheered you up. So when he asked if you wanted to go on a little vacation in the upcoming weekend, you practically yelled “Yes!!”

And just like that, you were both driving to a place that was so familiar. You had always told Michael about the stories and memories you and your sister shared growing up, which made him very fond of the bond you had. He booked a hotel not too far from the beach, and booked a seat at an expensive restaurant.

Around 7pm on a hot summer night, Michael took you for a walk along the shore. You hummed softly as your toes sunk into the wet sand.

This was your place. and he knew that.

You looked out along the ocean, now dimly sparkling as the sun set behind the waves. Michael tugged your hand gently.

“Lovely,

He said so softly, you could barely hear him. He looked nervous, but excited at the same time. He stopped infront of you.

Your heart started racing, looking at him as he slowly got onto one knee infront of you. You felt your throat tighten and your eyes watering, threatening to burst.

“I love you. I love you more than anyone i’ve ever loved before. You hold a very special place in my heart that nothing else could fill but you. I took you here because the love you share deserves to be shown back to you; and that’s what I hope to do for the rest of our lives.”

You felt your heart physically expand with love in your chest. His curly hair was being blown softly by the wind, his soft and nervous smile painted his face so beautifully.

“I love you, (Name) Will you marry me?”

You immediately start sobbing, nodding as tears flowed down your cheeks. You stick your hand out for him to slide the gorgeous ring on your finger. He doesn’t even fully stand up before you jump into his arms, holding him as tightly as you could.

You open your eyes to see a person walking down the boardwalk and onto the beach; your older sister walking with a smile on her face. You gasp in shock, running to her and hugging her.

Michael laughed, watching his beautiful girl cry in happiness.

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Later that night at the hotel, you couldn’t stop talking about the day. How beautiful the weather was, the ring, oh goodness the ring and how perfect it was! And your sister, and how amazed she was with everything Michael had done for her.

She sat down beside him, looking at him as she started to tear up again. “I can’t thank you enough..”

He cut her off. “I love you. You do not have to thank me for anything.”

“I can’t wait to marry you” You sob as you hug him tightly.

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𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Summary - Michael gets home from recording for his album Thriller , and has a particular song stuck in his head … and just has to sing it to you while you fool around

Smut, Michael x fem!reader

:)

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It was around midnight when Michael finally came back from a recording session. He walked into the bedroom, tired but obviously happy. “You seem happy, angelface.” You say softly, standing up to wrap your arms around him.

He smiles against your shoulder, kissing it softly. “It was a good day.” Michael murmured as his hands slowly creep under your shirt and up your back

You hum contently as he lifts his head and kisses you softly. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your hands traveling up to rest on his neck.

He walks you backward until your knees hit to edge of the bed. You giggle softly, scooting up until your head lays on the pillow. He climbs over you, subtly humming to himself as he unbuttons your shirt.

“What are you singing?” You ask quietly, looking up at his peaceful face.

“Lady in My Life.”

He told you before that you inspired one of his songs, but you never really knew which one since he tended to be very secretive with his songs before releasing them.

You felt a blush rise in your neck as you smile, lifting his shirt off. Michael lowers his head, kissing your jawline, then your neck, then down your chest; all the while softly singing that song.

It turned you on the say the least. You hadn’t heard the actual song yet, but the lyrics he was singing was so sensual and intimate, you couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of such a song being about you.

His fingers lightly trace the waistband of your pajama shorts as yours trace along the muscles on his shoulder blades. Michael lifts his head slightly to kiss below your ear, humming quietly now. You bit your lip subconsciously, your hands moving from his back down his torso.

You lift your hips as soon as Michael’s hands start to pull down your shorts, all the while singing that song so quietly.

Michael bits your ear gently as his fingers tease your clit covered by your thin panties.

“Michael…”

“Shh.. I’ve got you.”

Your back arches slightly off the bed as his fingers firmly press against your clit briefly before he moves it aside and circles it once more, only now he’s touching you bare.

You moan softly into his ear, your hands scratching along his back as you silently beg for more.

He listens to you, of course, and dips a finger down to gather your wetness before using two fingers to rub your clit simultaneously.

His kisses move from your neck and down your chest sensually, your body practically squirming underneath him. His freehand goes to your hip to hold you still as he travels lower.. and lower.. and lower, until he presses a kiss to the top of your mound, glancing up at you to see your reaction.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as your foot goes to rest on his shoulder, looking down at him. You feel his finger first, pressing against your entrance before slowly sliding in, curling it slightly.

You whimper softly, your hand going to play with one of your breasts gently as his tongue traces a line down your mound to your clit, where he licks a circle around it before sucking it between his teeth. You moan, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling as you feel the slight scrape of his teeth against your clit.

He puts another finger inside you without warning, his eyes closed as he flicks his tongue across your clit. Your legs begin to shake as you feel that tight coil in your lower abdomen start to uncoil.

“Michael… oh my gosh…”

He hums softly as he sucked harder on your clit, his fingers curling just right to send you over that edge.

You moan out his name as you pour out onto his fingers. He sits up, gathering the white liquid from your leaking hole and bringing it up to his mouth, looking right at you.

You watch him with a flushed face, your pussy still pulsating.

“You are the lady in my life.”

He says as he leans down to kiss you, sharing your taste.

HES JUST SO PRECIOUS I CANT

Michael Jackson x Religious reader

— ᨳଓ . (eventual) Smut (i’ve never really written smut before but uh.. heh)

— ᨳଓ . Religious themes (It’s in the title)

— ᨳଓ . Before Off the Wall era, (Jackson 5 member)

— ᨳଓ . (kinda?) written as a diary.. idk

(DISCLAIMER) absolutely no hate toward religion in itself of Christians, this is purely fiction!!

Part 2 in the works!

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September 15 1974 -

My father and my mother live in a house in Hayvenhurst Encino, California. My dad is a pastor and my mother is a volunteer at our church. Ever since I was a baby, my household has revolved around being a Christian. As I grew up, my faith became stronger. When I entered high school I steered clear from any suspicious crowd, ESPECIALLY boys. My mom made it very clear to me that boys were bad news, and wanted only one thing from me. I picked my friends, movies, and music very carefully. It got to the point where I was afraid to venture out, I was always afraid of sinning and not knowing.

One day, my friends and I wandered around the annual summer fair, laughing at random things as we got in line for a ride; in front of us, a group of around 5 boys, all looking strikingly similar from the back. Bell bottoms, t shirts, and well-kept afros. I didn’t pay attention to them much, and carried on with my conversation as usual. As the line moved, my friends walked into the ride enclosure first, pairing together and leaving me alone. They apologized, but now I either had to sit alone or sit with someone else. I sat in the seat behind them, looking down at my feet as I kicked them aimlessly. I felt the weight of the swing shift slightly as someone had sat next to me. I slowly lift my head to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was one of the boys I was standing behind earlier in the line. My face heated immediately, I’ve never been so close to a boy before. He had beautiful brown, glowy skin and big, gleaming, brown eyes that were accentuated by his blue button-up shirt. Ive always been shy - only stuck to the friends I knew, especially in public, but then he spoke.

“Hi.” The boy said suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I reacted quickly, not wanting to seem weird, and gave a meek smile, “Hello.” I said, softly.

The ride kicked to a start as it took us up the tower, the swing now high up in the air. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing in my face. I momentarily forget about the complete stranger beside me, but he spoke again.

“I’m sorry, my brothers made me sit somewhere else because they decided to pair up together.” He said, just loud enough for me to hear.

“It’s okay, my friends did the same thing.” I replied, surprised at how easily my words came out. Usually, I’d stutter and say something stupid, but thankfully I didn’t this time.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

After I answered and steered the question back to him, he seemed to stop and think for a few moments.

“Michael.”

I giggled slightly under my breathe and turn towards him, he looked surprised for some reason.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Michael.” I say non-chalantly, even though i’ve literally never spoken to a boy outside of my church group before.

He smiled, and for some reason, I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach; and it wasn’t the nachos I had earlier. He was… pretty. Which puzzled me, because only girls are called pretty, but this boy was… beautiful.

The ride came to a slow stop as the swing lowered to the ground again. I got up from the seat and walked towards my friends, forgetting that I had started a conversation with the person next to me. I guess I’m just not used to the social interaction.

I felt a soft hand touch my upper arm. I turn around to once again, to see the beautiful boy that sat next to me on the ride. “You’re really pretty.” Michael says, almost shyly.

I can only imagine what my face looks like; bright red, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.

“I- uh… well- uh.. thank you” I stutter, completely embarrassed. He laughs.

“Let’s go find another ride.” He offers

I glance at my friends who are waiting for me outside the gate. “I’m here with my friends…” I say as I gesture to them.

He tilts his head, “Well,, what time do you have to be home? Just one ride?” He coaxed.

I bit my cheek, boys are no good, you know he only wants you for… well you know.

But this might be a once in a lifetime experience. I mean - I had to beg my parents to let me go out tonight, and he seems… sweet? I think for a few more moments. I eventually tell myself that I’ll repent later, and agree to his request before quickly telling my friends.

You both walk along the rocks, looking at all of the rides.

“Do you live around here?” Michael asks, curiously.

I nod “I do, I live on Hayvenhurst.” I say, kicking the rocks gently as I walk.

He gasps, “So do I!”

I chuckle at his dramatic reaction, “Well, I guess we’re neighbors.”

We walk for a bit longer, and finally got in line for another ride. It looks like an alien spaceship; so I’m guessing it’s the zero gravity ride, which happens to be my favorite. I squeal excitedly, and had the sudden urge to tell him more about myself; which is unusual for me.

“Last year was my first time going to the fair and I LOVED this ride” I said, impatient to get on.

He smiles, chuckling softly. “I can tell, it’s a pretty fun ride.”

One ride after another, and soon it’s sunset.

After we got off the last ride, I exclaim “I gotta get home!”

He jumped, obviously not expecting the exclamation.

“Uh- okay, well, can I get your phone number?” He asked.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t wanna be mean, but I CANNOT! That’s something that girls do when they want a boyfriend, and I certainly DON’T want that. Well.. at least that’s what I tell myself.

“I’m sorry I- that’s not a good idea.” I decide to say as I run in the opposite direction. Luckily the fair was close to my house so I was home before the sun had fully set.

When I got home I was so guilt ridden that I immediately dropped to my knees beside my bed and prayed for hours.

We all need a little 1970s Michael Jackson in our lives JUST sayin

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baby michael so cute :(

It had been 3 summers since you last saw him…

Not proof read!

No warnings - yet ;)

Part 2 out soon…

This is a repost because I forgot to add tags 😐

Since high school graduation, you and Hayden went your separate ways, despite being childhood lovers.

It started out as an innocent sandbox friendship. You shared crayons, he shared his Caprisuns, and you both shared a connection that couldn't be replicated by anyone. One of the great things was that Hayden lived across the street from you, so it was easy to run out and play with each-other after school.

That innocent friendship evolved into something romantic when high school started. He started flirting, you flirted back. Things progressed, he was your first kiss.. etc.

You often look back on that warm summer night in April, towards the end of your senior year, when Hayden told you he'd be going out of state for college. You didn't know how to react. You pushed him away, because in your logic, it would be much easier to forget him if you detached your feelings from him before he left...

right?

Since the last time you saw him all those years ago, your mind buried his memory deep down. You thought it was for the best, and although he was apart of your life for so long, nothing stays forever.

You stayed in your state for college. You enjoyed the familiarity of the weather and the seasons. Your freshman year went by quick, so did your sophomore year. But junior year, however, was agonizing. Your studies had begun dragging you down. Your job was demanding, and worst of all, your boyfriend at the time had cheated on you.

It felt like rock bottom.

When second semester ended, your parents teased you endlessly about the fact that you practically ran home the day after school ended. But in truth, you were just glad to be home.

One night, about a week after you came home, you sat by your window that looked out into the neighborhood.

You saw a silver car drive down the block and park on the driveway of... Hayden's house. Your face flushed as you watched intently.

Hayden's parents came out of the house, visibly excited, and helped him gather his stuff and take it inside the house. You couldn't see details, but you recognized the sandy blonde hair.

You felt like crying and screaming all at the same time. It had been easy to forget about him at college since you were busy all the time, but now that you're home, all you could do was think about him.

One early morning in June, you decided to head to the gym to keep yourself busy for the time being. As you were walking down the driveway to your car, you look over across the street mindlessly and see Hayden, staring right back at you. You look down at your feet immediately, getting into your car quickly. You think to yourself, "he wasn't staring at me. He was probably looking at something behind me."

You practically boiled with anger. But the truth is, you were still angry. Angry that he hadn't chosen to be close to you for college, angry that he let you push him away.

But most of all, you were angry because he hadn't called.