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when he first played you the finished track, you were so embarrassed— and a little bit pleased. you were greedy when it came to him, and now the whole world knew you belong to each other (and that you had a habit of breaking furniture when it came to him running you through a mattress)

why am i seeing supposed michael jackson “fans” switching up on him after watching the documentary. first of all, why are you even watching that shit and engaging with that mess of a documentary when it was engineered from the start to manipulate people who don’t know the actual history. netflix purposely edited, cut, rearranged, and stripped context from interviews to make him look like a bad person, and the fact that anyone is letting this override actual legal history is embarrassing. michael jackson went through one of the most aggressive criminal investigations in modern entertainment, including a five month trial in 2005 where the prosecution brought in over seventy witnesses and still failed to produce a single piece of evidence. the jury didn’t hesitate. they acquitted him on every count because the case collapsed under real scrutiny. the fbi investigated him for more than ten years, monitored his phones, raided his homes, interviewed everyone around him, and found absolutely nothing. not a single illegal image. not a single witness who could substantiate wrongdoing. nothing. and netflix still refuses to mention that independent child psychologists, social workers, and trained forensic interviewers who evaluated the children involved found no indicators of abuse, that multiple families testified under oath that michael never behaved inappropriately, and that the santa barbara sheriff’s department conducted surprise inspections of neverland during the 90s and found nothing suspicious. the documentary also ignores that michael’s bedroom had an open door policy with staff constantly entering, that he was rarely alone due to security protocols, and that his medical team, tutors, and housekeepers never reported anything concerning.

it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant treatment and made the idea of secretive, undetected abuse medically implausible it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant medical examinations, full‑body skin evaluations, and regular specialist check‑ups, meaning multiple doctors were routinely inspecting his skin and overall health in ways that would have made any hidden injuries, secretive behaviour, or undetected abusive patterns medically implausible. it ignores that michael donated over 300 million dollars to children’s charities, funded burn units, paid for organ transplants, and visited hospitals worldwide without cameras, something even journalists acknowledged as genuine. meanwhile, the accusers contradicted their own stories, changed timelines, made claims that were physically impossible, and had lawsuits dismissed because their narratives didn’t match reality. michael never paid anyone to say he was innocent. the 1993 settlement was handled by his insurance company against his wishes, something confirmed in court documents. he never bribed a witness. he never paid for silence. he never bought loyalty. the people accusing him, on the other hand, repeatedly sought financial compensation, filed lawsuits after going bankrupt, and only “remembered” abuse when money became involved. the documentary also refuses to mention that both safechuck and robson’s lawsuits were thrown out because their claims were legally impossible. safechuck said he was abused in a train station that didn’t exist yet. robson testified under oath for twenty years that michael never touched him and only changed his story when he was denied a job by the estate. netflix doesn’t include any of this because it destroys the narrative they’re selling. and if you watched this documentary and suddenly don’t know what to believe, you’re letting a streaming service override court transcripts, sworn testimony, fbi files, independent psychological evaluations, medical records, and decades of evidence. if a documentary is enough to shake your belief in michael’s innocence, you were never a fan. michael jackson was investigated more intensely than any celebrity in history and came out clean every single time.

(mentions of fingering, cunnulingus, smallll mention of p!in!v, female anatomy, sexual themes, michael being a bit more dom, age gap relationship, just a whole lot of horniness in this jfc)

an: this is my very first ever fic that’s published so please spare me if this isn’t the best!!!! enjoy!

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you didn’t know what your problem was—you were some kind of freak it seemed. poking and prodding was your speciality, but it got worse when you got with michael.

sure he was a bit (a lot) older than you, but that didn’t stop you both from falling in love. however, the difference in age between you two became a problem only when you started that process; poking and prodding, doing so to him.

it started that morning. michael woke up before you and did his routine with you that occurred every morning. littering your bare shoulder and neck with kisses as you laid besides him. they were always soft and sweet, waking you up slowly and with the man you love beside you. but today, you decided you were going to be the thorn in his side.

as his kisses lingered on your skin, you eased your way back into his body. your back pressed against his chest, your ass pressed against…well. the area that made him suck in some air, teeth clenched together at the sudden contact. as you moved closer, one of his hands laid on your hip, pulling you even closer to him. he buried his face in your neck, still peppering kisses there while you felt something growing behind you. you knew exactly what it was, and what he wanted. and yet, you were about to be his worst nightmare.

you knew michael wasn’t going to want to get out of bed now, the way his lips deepened into your skin with every point of contact he made. however, you needed to shower. you didn’t actually, but that was your excuse, your ruse. just as his hand went to slide over your stomach to keep you caged in, you tapped his arm.

“i gotta get up” your voice was soft, deflecting the evil intentions you had in mind. michael lifted his head at that, looking down at you. you seemed completely fine, relaxed even. what could you possibly need right now?

“at this very moment?” he leaned down to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your jaw again, trying to convince you to stay.

“i need to shower mike” you chuckled, but the grip on your hip tightened.

“all the sudden?” he kissed your earlobe, his voice soft as well, but lower. “all of the sudden you need to shower, after..” he trailed off, exhaling through his nose as his hand on your hip lingered, moving slowly up and down your side to your thigh.

“mike” you smiled, turning towards him slightly and you could see it in his face. he knew what you were doing and he did not like it.

“alright, alright go shower” he hesitantly moved his hands from your thigh, your body slipping from his as you got out of bed. he laid back, watching you as you walked to the bathroom. your hips swayed, the nightgown you were accentuating every curve that you knew he loved. this was torture.

michael now sat with a hard on, watching you shut the bathroom door. one thing was for sure, you knew what you were doing and he wasn’t going to let you get away with it.

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throughout the day, this horribly long joke of yours continued. lingering touches, your eyes lowering when you looked at michael,

giving him the impression you’d get on your knees for him right in that moment but you didn’t. calling him by his name, pet names, only in the softest and sweetest voice you could muster. you knew exactly what it was doing to him. he’d suck in a breath when you’d touch him or give you that look when you called him a certain pet name. that look of, “i will bend you over this table right now” , and you were betting on it. he hadn’t tried anything though.

when he had a conference call with some producers, he stuck himself inside his office to take it. you knew he had this call, you’d known about it all week since michael had been telling you what he planned to talk about. you knew and you knew better than to bother him. but again, you poked. and you were about to poke into some dangerous territory.

he left the office door slightly open in case you needed him in an emergency. this wasn’t that, it was simply you wanted to piss him off. for fun really. that was the unfortunate truth. most people don’t like making their partners mad, but you thrive off of it. only because when he’s had enough, he will have his way and make sure you won’t mess with him again. until you do, and the cycle continues.

michael knew you liked it, when he used that deep, assertive tone with you or gripped your wandering hand by your wrist when it got too much. he knew you wanted to be put in your place and even manhandled. he didn’t seem like that type of person and he wasn’t in normal social occasions. with you though in the comfort of your home—since no surface was left unused—he did exactly what you wanted.

as you walked towards the door, you heard michael’s soft voice. you leaned your ear towards the open space of the doorway, hearing him mention something about his music. you took no hesitation to push it open, the door creaking slightly which made him look up at you, phone pressed to his ear. he almost seemed concerned, wondering why you were in his office until he saw your outfit.

after you showered that morning, you slipped on a bathing suit and went to go lay by the pool. this was another tactic to get a rise out of him only through him viewing, not touching. now, you were wearing the shortest skirt you could find and a cut off shirt, a simple black and white contrast outfit. it was enough to make michael grip the phone though, his eyes traveling over the shown skin constantly.

you never realized michael’s love for skirts until you wore one for a date one time early in your relationship. all he could do was run his hands over your thighs, fingers lingering on the edge of the material. then, he slipped his hand underneath the skirt and caused you to soak his car seat after he absolutely pounded his fingers into your pussy. another time, he simply bunched the skirt up around your waist to eat you out like a starved man, before fucking you senseless, telling you how pretty you looked in your little skirt.

all of those thoughts ran through your head as you put this outfit on and it made you lose your breath a little. now, this skirt was even shorter leaving little to the imagination. michael had an immense imagination, and it was running wild as he stared at your thighs.

you walked closer as he was still on the phone, not saying a word while rounding his desk towards him. he turned to you slightly, phone still to his ear as you walked up until you were standing in between his spread legs. you watched his eyes, how they told you not to come any closer, but begging you to at the same time. as you stood in front of him he caught wind of his favorite perfume on you, and he almost dropped the phone. my god, you were perfect.

he was nodding to the phone like the person on the other end could see him, with “mhm” added in there as you hand reached up to run over his shoulder. oh you’re really testing him now. he leaned back in his chair, eyes trailing over you again at this new angle. he didn’t get much time before you took the initiative and sat right in his lap, your ass taking space on his thigh, but dangerously close to where he’d expect you to be.

an arm of yours wrapped around his shoulder, before leaning in and planting soft kisses on his cheek, the one opposite of the phone. michael almost forget he had to speak, until a question only he could answer was asked.

“we-well yes, i think that would be a good idea in order to increase engagement with the f-fans” as he spoke, you hand ran down his chest slowly, closer and closer to his already existing hard on just from looking at you. you were messing him up though, he was breaking and he had to remain professional. you knew as soon as the phone call was done, you were also done for.

michael coughed slightly to cover up the effect you were having on him, as you kept reaching lower. “i agree, yes” he spoke, the hand holding the phone was removed, him placing the phone between his ear and shoulder so was able to reach down and grab your wrist, stopping your trail. when you looked at him, he had that look on his face, “do not test me”. his other hand that hadn’t been occupied went to move up your backside, until it landed on the back of your head. he threaded his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly and pulling you back away from his skin. he wasn’t rough, he was just right, enough domination to make you listen for a moment.

“yes, i’m sorry. can you give me one moment?” michael eyes burned into you as he spoke on the phone. “thank you” he removed his hand from your wrist to press the hold button on the phone dock before placing it face down on his desk. his hand then went to your jaw, holding it with enough grip to make you look at him, his other hand still in your hair.

“are we losing our mind a bit baby?” his voice, despite his intense gaze, was sweet. “do we think this is a smart idea to do to me right now?” he sat up a bit more, showcasing his broader build against yours.

“come on, use your words” he tapped your cheek with his finger before easing his grip on your jaw.

when you finally found the means from how he was handling you making your head spin, you answered. “no”

“no what?”

“no, i don’t think this is a smart idea” you weren’t scared of him, not one bit, but your voice was small. intentionally, small and sweet and innocent because you wanted this.

“then why are we doing this sweetheart? making me…” he trailed off, eyes looking over your figure in that outfit again. the way your skirt was basically riding up to your hips with how short it was. “you’re making this call very difficult for me” he let go of your jaw, his grip in your hair loosening as well. instead, his hand moved to your thigh.

“i’m sorry”

“no you’re not” he shook his head, smiling. “you know you’re not baby. this is what you want, no?”

“i don’t know what you mea-“

“don’t play with me” his sharper tone came in, and you could feel the pool between your legs. “you know better” his hand gripped your thigh a bit tighter.

“i do know better” you nodded, shifting slightly in his lap, your knee pressing against his hard on.

“then why are you ticking me off sweet thing?” he squeezed your thigh, his hand in your hair trailing to the back of your neck. “you’re making me want to do things no man should place upon their woman” he whispered, his eyes blazing into you. that was it. that’s what got you, you were putty in his hands.

“i’m sorry baby, let me fix it, please” you practically begged, you couldn’t do it anymore. he was so…so him and you just couldn’t torture him any longer.

“you’re going to fix this?”

“yes, yes i will just tell me what to do” you nodded quickly.

michael sighed, looking at the phone call on hold before looking back at your delicious thighs.

“you give me five minutes. five. no touching, no kissing. you’re going to sit on my lap and be a good girl while i finish this phone call. you understand?” his voice was solidified and stern, he meant it. but if you listened, you’d get what you wanted.

“i do”

“you do what?”

“i understand, michael” you swallowed, nervous and excited.

“that’s my girl” he whispered, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him so he could plant a kiss on your temple. sweet, with lingering mentions of what he was to do to you afterwards.

as he picked up the phone and pressed the hold button, you stayed on his thigh, letting his fingers toy with your skirt. the first minute was okay as you focused on the way his lips moved, until you felt his finger pushing past your skirt inside you. you hadn’t realized he had done the phone between the shoulder and ear trick again until you gasped, but immediately covered your mouth as you looked at michael again. he was smiling, knowing he was pumping his finger into you like nothing was happening.

he had said you don’t touch him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get to touch you. as soon as you saw the smile on his face, you knew what he was doing.