#jackson five

ꕤ synospis: wife!reader has been unhappy for about a year now, feeling unloved, unseen and quite lonely in her and michaels marriage. after marrying on new years 1989..she feel's as though she's done being left alone, and so she moves out to an apartment in west hollywood. hoping it would once and for all, wake her husband up. michael decides after a month of being apart, to perform with the Cleveland choir : will you be there -- at the MTV music awards. reciting his vows at the very end. will you be there, for him? ꕤ year: 1995. ꕤ lets pretend the awards are in los angeles and not nyc lol. ꕤ warnings: none..? ꕤ word count: 4k. masterlist. michael's masterlist.

September 7th, 1995.

michael woke up to an empty bed, for the 32nd day in a row. yes. he had been counting the days, since his wife left him and their shared home in the hills -- for a place in west hollywood. a mere 12 minutes away, on a good day. but still, too, too far.

you would give him credit, though, partially, your husband was quite the stubborn man, trying to prove a point.

this had not been an overnight, spur of the moment or 'gotcha' decision.

no.

it was one that had been building for about a year at this point.

michael had slowly been getting pulled more and more out of your orbit. no longer, was he home for sunday brunch. no more was he home for the events you had as a art curator for a los feliz based gallery. no longer, was he home for the random spur of the moment dance parties on Thursday evenings, after you got home from work. no longer was he home for the small but incredibly loud moments, when you felt the world falling apart in your hands. when you felt life was getting pulled out from beneath you -- as you battled your own mind.

he was no longer present. he was no longer present in a marriage of 6 years. no longer present in a relationship of 8 years

michael ceased to be, it seemed.

so you left.

(𝘉𝘢𝘥! 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 ‘𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵?’ 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘳&𝘔𝘳𝘴 𝘙𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

MAYFLOWER RECORDING, LOS ANGELES. 1987 

It was a challenge for animators to make audiences believe that real people were genuinely interacting with animated characters considering factors like camera panning, the character's interaction with the real world, and the three-dimensional aspect.

It was even more complicated when the performance required acting alongside a tall, shapely woman and a pint-sized rabbit with lightning-fast energy. The project was unprecedented, which is what convinced Michael to persuade his wife to take part. The Disney team had stayed in relatively close contact with Michael since Captain EO.

When the monumental task of animating ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ got the green light, executives knew they needed a truly unique and instantly recognizable voice for a character as singular as the rabbit. And since they had already signed Michael for Roger, it made perfect sense for his real-life wife to play his fictional wife, one can only imagine the fortune invested in a project of that caliber featuring stars of that magnitude.

HAYVENHURST, CALIFORNIA. 1986.

"Come on, Tink, it’ll be fun! You love the Roger Rabbit comic strip!"

She glanced at her husband,who was grinning from ear to ear in the bathroom mirror.

"Honey, I don't know... You’ve acted before, but what about me? I don't know... I’m worried I won't be up to the task." She spoke while continuing to look at her reflection, removing her makeup.

"It’s just voice acting! And they asked us personally, sweetheart... Say yes, beautiful... It would be so lovely to watch the movie and tell our little ones, 'Do you know who Jessica and Roger are? That’s Mommy and Daddy.'" Michael lowered his voice as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s neck to embrace her, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

"Hmm... Yeah, that would be nice," she said, he lifted his head excitedly from where it had been tucked against her neck. "If we were to have kids." The woman, who, in the curly-haired man's view, had just made a bad joke, burst out laughing. Michael got up and flopped onto the bed, waiting for his wife to lay with him.

MAYFLOWER RECORDING, CALIFORNIA. 1987

He didn't even remember how he’d convinced her to agree, actually, that wasn't true! He did remember; he couldn't forget the game of... patty-cake they’d played the night of the argument.

Although they had spent up to two years delivering their lines from behind the camera during filming, helping the other actors achieve a sense of realism, this was the thrilling moment when the voices of Roger and Jessica Rabbit would finally be recorded.

"It’s incredible to have you guys back here! I know you’re going to do an amazing job." Robert Zemeckis, the director in charge of the voice acting, with whom they had already worked during the film's production, greeted them with a hug each before ushering them into the recording booth.

Each of them had a microphone positioned just inches from their face and a screen displaying the scene to be recorded, they stood facing one another so their dialogue would sound natural. Even though there wasn't much back-and-forth and most of their lines were delivered individually, it was crucial that the relationship and chemistry between the characters came through clearly.

"Ready?"

The man asked from outside, Michael and she already had their headphones on and scripts ready, nodding.

Finding the right voices had been a challenge, Michael had to speak with a lisp, make a lip-trilling sound when saying "please," and intentionally let his voice crack, something that looked impossible to someone with the voice of an angel, and he pulled it off perfectly.

His wife, meanwhile, had to sound positively seductive and whimper slightly whenever she spoke, using a very breathy, relaxed tone. At first, it felt a bit embarrassing to sound the way only her husband had ever heard her in the privacy of their bedroom, but she was getting used to it.

"Alright! Scene 35, Take 1—let's go!"

She took a breath and spoke in sync with the animated character.

"I have to find my darling husband! I’m so worried about him!" She waited in silence, listening to Bob Hoskins’s voice asking what she saw in the guy.

"He makes me laugh." Both of them in the booth held their breath, pulling away from the microphones until they heard the "cut", once they did, they both burst out laughing.

"That was good, miss. Let's continue." They continued with Michael's individual lines as the rabbit, often having to be repeated because of one of their disruptive laughs.

It was true, he really did make her laugh. "Take 3, come on Mike, you can do it." The man nodded, rereading once more and clearing his throat before speaking.

"Ow! What's wrong with you? You're the only person in this theater that isn't laughing. Is there nothing that can dampen your impervious puss?" Outside the booth (by Robert's decision, seeing that she couldn't stop laughing), the woman patted her thigh, trying not to laugh and distract her husband while he was recording.

"Excellent, Michael!" Towards the end of the exhaustive day of recording, after a hot tea for the three of them in the studio, there was only one last scene left, one that they didn't know if it would make the final cut but it had to be done anyway.

"Let's go!" Robert gave the signal, and the take began.

"Roger!" Michael let out a little chuckle, slipping into character as Roger. "Honey Bunny, let's go home and play." Face-to-face, speaking in a voice as soft as velvet and airy, were it not for the pet names, it could have been a real conversation between them.

"Jeepers! What are we playing? Tiddlywinks, Canasta, Parcheesi?" She held back a smile, just like the man across from her, though the happiness in her voice was unmistakable.

"Oh, how about a little Patty-Cake instead?" Michael’s eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up, he had to convey with his voice everything Roger was feeling with his whole body.

"Patty-Cake?! Jeepers..."

"Cut! Well done, everyone."

They left the studio after dark, heading back home in the Rolls-Royce driven by its owner,

one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his Jessica’s thigh.

"Thank y’ for making my dream come true mama, we’ll be together even in the movies..."

"Put that way, it sounds lovely. Honestly, I had a great time, it was a fun, new experience being there with you." She turned her head to look at her husband, who was focused on the road, a habit he’d picked up after years of Bill scolding him for driving like a Looney Tune.

"So much fun... When we get home, we could play our own game of Patty-Cake if you like, Bunny."

Michael would have sworn he saw stars—not little birds—spinning before his eyes. He had to grip the steering wheel tight to keep his hand from slipping while he chuckled completely flustered and getting blushed.

"I wouldn't be able to resist, Love Cup."

i mayyy do a masterlist, and i promise i’ll post soon about the series,,, spoiler barbara beats diana’s ross ass😛

as always thanks for reading, please interact if you like my works! i had this idea since i saw for the first time the movie, really enjoyed it!!! xoxo

—blu.

Synopsis: As Michael’s assistant you decided that it was your duty to help him with whatever he needed, even if he couldn’t muster up the courage to ask.

Content: Mature!Michael, sub!Michael, bratty!Michael (the tiniest bit), dom!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, perv!Michael, overstimulation, handjob, cumshot, cum eating, pet names, no use of y/n, finally a plot (omg we cheered!), smut.

Wc: 3.5k

Maybe it was a little inappropriate to walk into your job with your breast pressed up against your blouse, and maybe your skirt was too short, but you didn’t care. In fact, nobody did, not even your boss, Michael.

He didn’t mind at all; he never mentioned it or said a word to you about your explicit outfits. If it had been anybody else, you would’ve been fired a while ago, but—Michael didn’t seem to care—or did he?

You had no idea that when you’d walk away, his eyes would be glued to your plump butt sitting in your skirt or that when you were close to him his eyes would jump from your chest to your face—he hid it so well you never knew that when he’d touch himself you were the only one in his mind.

It was funny—maybe not to you, but in general because you had such a huge crush on him and it still felt like he barely noticed you. You spent so much money trying to doll yourself up only for Michael to not even blink twice—not even a simple “I like your hair.” You were beginning to feel silly.

It was extremely unethical and inappropriate to flirt with your assistant, though…plus Michael didn’t seem like the type to make a move on one of his employees.

Maybe it was time to move on, maybe actually find someone your age and stop fantasizing over your forty-something-year-old boss.

Or not.

You couldn’t do that; you couldn’t just let go that easily, especially after what happened the other day. Your friends told you you were crazy, but something happened that night when you stepped into Michael’s office with your boobs on full display; the only difference was that there was a cold in the air, making your nipples rock solid against your shirt.

You were getting ready to leave when he called you into his office, and the minute you stepped in—something felt different. Through the familiarity of the space, there was an unknown air bubbling up. Michael, who lay back in his chair, relaxed his expression as soon as his eyes landed on you.

You walked further in, stopping right before his desk, scattered with papers and folders, with a few cups of what seemed to be alcohol to accompany them.

His big brown eyes stuck to you like glue, and you noticed him glance at your breast before landing on your face. You didn’t know whether to write it off or keep it tucked in the back of your mind—Michael was a man after all.

“I need you to do something for me,” he said, sitting up and leaning against the surface of the desk, folding his hands together.

“And that would be?” You stood with your head tilted slightly.

“I need you to come early to let the hvac people in tomorrow morning. I’m not gonna be here; I’ll be in New York.”

You nodded at his words, making a mental check in your mind. Michael, then, got up from his chair and walked over to you, his height reaching taller than yours as you stood at 5’4.

You didn’t know what would happen next, but you stood there waiting for him to say something; however, instead he just stared at you—his eyes locked onto yours for what felt like thirty minutes, but in reality it was more like thirty seconds before he spoke again.

He leaned against the edge of the desk, parting his lips to speak. “You know—you’ve been workin’ for me for a while now, and I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you how much I appreciate your hard work. I mean it’s not an easy job being an assistant to someone like me, and I just wanted to say, thank you. Thank you for staying professional, thank you for your dedication, and thank you for being here—for me.”

You blinked at him, an appreciative smile falling on your face at his words. “Oh wow! Thank you, Michael. I mean I love workin’ here, I’m truly honored, really.”

Michael smiled, leaning up from the desk, beginning to close the space between you two. He opened his arms, pulling you into a warm embrace, his broad shoulders taking you in. You, unprepared, snaked your arms around his waist, lightly squeezing him, feeling his warm body pressed against yours.

He held you a few seconds too long as you felt his large hand rub your lower back. His fingers touched the very little slit of exposed skin on your back, the feathery sensation sending chills up your spine.

You didn’t know what to make of it in that moment, his eyes falling back on you as he sat back down. “Jus’ wanted to say thank you, that’s all. I’ll-uh see you Wednesday.”

“See you Wednesday, Michael.” You noticed the double-take he did once his name left your lips. In all of your time working there, you’ve never called him by his first name; it was always ‘Mr. Jackson’ even though he wanted you to call him ‘Michael’, but you felt that it was too informal and you wanted to maintain your professionalism.

What you didn’t know was that your boss didn’t move from his office chair once you left. He, instead, masturbated over and over, letting your soft voice replay in his mind. The image of your glossy lips parting at the use of his name drove him so crazy that he almost slipped up—he almost let it be known that he’s been attracted to you this entire time.

But you didn’t think anything of it; you just said it because now you felt comfortable doing so. However, after ruminating for days on the whole interaction, you realized that Michael maybe called you into his office for more other than to express his appreciation.

You weren’t crazy; you remembered that morning specifically calling the hvac people, scheduling them to come early, and you already had it set in your mind to come in knowing that Michael wouldn’t be there to let them in—he also knew that, but the thing for you is that you forgot and didn’t remember until you got home that night.

Now that Tuesday has passed and Michael was back in California, things went on like usual—except there was a new behavior coming from him.

He was paying extra close attention to you, something that never happened during the first six months of you working there.

Michael did things for you, not like he was an assistant but more so your boyfriend. He cooked you lunch, listened to your troubles, and even massaged your feet. It surprised you because you were unaware of where it was all coming from.

None of it seemed to be flirtatious, so you didn’t take it that way; you just thought that because of his words to you the other night, maybe he decided to show his appreciation for you. Plus, you didn’t mind it at all, even if you thought he was being platonic.

In his world, he was losing his mind trying to contain himself. Michael didn’t want to make any moves on you because what you didn’t know was that behind that stoic exterior, he was incredibly shy, and he wanted to keep it to himself out of respect for you. He wasn’t aware of your attraction to him because you also knew how to contain yourself and keep things at bay.

Besides your skimpy outfits, Michael thought you liked to dress that way, and he wouldn’t deny enjoying the view of you prancing around in your tight clothes, but it never crossed his mind that it was for him.

The sun had already set by the time you were done helping Michael go over and sign business contracts; now you were downstairs finishing up the leftovers from earlier. After cleaning up, you were getting ready to leave, ascending the steps upstairs to say goodbye and goodnight to your boss.

As you reached the top, you headed in the direction of the bedroom he resided in, and as you got closer to the door, you began hearing faint moans. You paused for a moment, trying to take a minute to actually listen to what you were hearing. Creeping up to the door, the sound grew louder, becoming clear that your name was being said in between moans.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the realization. Michael, your boss, was jacking off to you. You heard the faint wet sounds of his dick pumping himself up and down, and out of your control, it started to turn you on.

Grabbing hold of the doorknob, you slowly cracked it open, careful not to make a peep. You opened it just enough to fully see Michael, sitting at the edge of the bed, still with his clothes on, his pants around his ankles, his head tilted back, and his mouth wide open.

He was loud, so loud that he didn’t even hear you calling out to him. He was in his own world of ecstasy; his eyes were shut tight, his expression completely twisting in bliss.

It wasn’t until you walked in, shutting the door behind you, that Michael jumped. His dark brown eyes landed right on you once they shot open, his hand abruptly halting as he sat up.

“O-oh! I-I’m so sorry! It’s not what it looks like.” His words made you scrunch your nose up as if his dick wasn’t fully out with his hand wrapped around it.

“Really? So you weren’t just playing with yourself before I walked in?” You stepped further inside, walking closer towards him.

Words escaped him; embarrassment washed over him. Michael didn’t know what to say. You saw it in the way his shoulders crouched; he wouldn’t even look up at you.

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Why do you keep apologizing? And why did you stop? I didn’t tell you to stop.” Your last words caused him to directly plant his eyes on you, slight confusion etching on his face.

“W-what?”

“I want you to keep goin’ and when you finish, finish on my chest.” You stepped right in front of him and knelt between his legs. You unbuttoned your blouse, revealing the black push-up bra that covered your breast.

Michael was stuck, stunned at most; he didn’t expect this reaction. Your eyes met his as you placed your hands on his inner thighs.

“Don’t be so shy now, you weren’t when you were yelling my name earlier. Have you really been up here for an hour stroking yourself thinkin’ of me?”

“Yes,” his response came out in a whisper, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. You noticed a wetness pooling in your underwear; you couldn’t believe it.

“Is this what you do when I’m gone? Beat your dick and fantasize about me like the little perv you are?” You began caressing his thighs, hearing a hiss pour out of him.

“Mhmm, yes, I think about you every night.” His hand moved up and down at the tip, precum oozing out of it.

You tilted your head in wonder, “Oh really? What do you think about?”

His eyes fluttered closed as he picked up the pace, whimpers climbing up to his throat. “I-I think about—y-your lips and how’d the-‘yd look clasped around my dick.”

“How—shit—your breast would feel in my mouth and how warm you’d be as I slid in and out of your pussy.” You watched his head fall back as his breath began to hitch.

“O-oh—I think about your voice—your pretty voice singing my name as you cum a-and how you’d use me as a toy to make yourself cum. Oh-baby, I picture you making me cum over and over until I can’t take anymore—fuck and how you’d make me hold it in until I cry—yes!”

Michael’s peak was reaching him; he pumped himself at a relentless pace, his legs beginning to lightly shake. Meanwhile, you sat there, watching your boss get himself off to all of the fantasies he’s made up about you in his head. It was an extraordinary sight to witness. Your underwear at this point was so soaked you were sure there would be a wet spot, but you were too focused on Michael to even care about how much your pussy dripped at his admissions.

You sensed it coming with the way his body locked up, white liquid shooting out of him and landing directly on your chest. Your hands continued to massage his thighs as he pumped out his orgasm. A hunger awakened inside you as you sat, eager, ready to pounce on him.

Once he calmed down, he opened his eyes, looking straight down at your breast. “Oh Michael, look at the mess you made, now you have to clean it up.” You swiped some of his cum off your chest, bringing your finger to your mouth to taste him.

You stood up and sat next to him, your thigh brushing against his as you leaned in his space, crossing your leg over his; you perked your chest up in his face. “Good boys clean up the messes they make. Are you a good boy, Michael?”

“Yes-yes, I’m a good boy, I’m such a good boy.” He leaned his head down, licking up his cum, starting at your left breast.

He sucked lightly at your skin, bringing his hands to cup the right breast as he switched to the other side. You softly moaned at the feeling, bringing your hand to the back of his head, massaging it with your fingertips.

As soon as he was done, you grabbed his jaw, bringing his lips to yours, tasting the remnants of himself on his tongue. You pulled back slowly, his bottom lip between your teeth, and when it retracted, you noticed Michael’s dick rising again.

“Look at you, so needy. Do you want my help with that?” You watched him nod, his eyes pleading for your touch.

“Yes, can you please, please help me?” He leaned his hands back against the bed, fingers lightly gripping the sheets as you grabbed his tip.

He watched as your manicured hand twisted up and down around his base, leaking at the top. You swiped his precum off his tip with your thumb.

Michael mewled, his grip on the sheets tightening as you began to stroke him at a steady pace. “You were so loud earlier; how come you’re so quiet now?”

You turned your head to look back at Michael, whose moans seemed to be caught in his throat. “Are you holding back on purpose?”

“If you are, it’ll only be a matter of time before I pull those pretty moans out of you.” Your hand squeezed him slightly, whimpers escaping from his lips.

“Do you wanna cum?” You began pumping him at a faster rate. “Mmh-mm, ye-s, please,” his voice coming out little and weak.

“Well you’re not goin’ to if you don’t sing for me, Michael.” You heard him release a breath, a string of moans exiting afterwards.

To witness just how submissive he was boggled your mind. He was so different to the outside world you’d never think he’d be into this. Being the one always in charge probably felt mundane; not having a moment to step off the pedestal and let someone else take the lead seemed to leave him pent up with stress, and you didn’t mind being the reliever of it.

Michael dropped his head back, feeling his orgasm sneak up on him. His expression contorted as you felt his legs shake under you.

“Pick your head up and watch me make you cum.” You eyed him as he found some strength to follow your demand, your eyes catching full sight of the beauty before you.

“O-oh shit, sh-it, please d-don’t stop, baby don’t stop!” Your pace quickened, causing his body to tense up, orgasm washing over him; he thrusted into your hand as white ropes shot out, landing on his shirt and your hand.

Although he expected you to stop, you didn’t. Instead of helping him ride out his high, you continued with your hurried pace as Michael felt the overstimulation settling in.

He had no time to rest; his eyes landed on you, feeling chills run down his spine. “Fuck! I-it’s too much!”

“Oh, but you can take it, baby, I just love the sounds that are comin’ out of that pretty mouth of yours, you wanna know how much I love them?” You grabbed his hand, placing it under your skirt as you uncrossed your legs to give him access to feel your wet pussy.

Michael felt himself about to reach his peak again, his fingers rubbing against you; his mind became clouded. “U-uh gon-na cum again! Oh, it f-feels so good!”

“Yes, be my good boy and give me what I want.” He cried out, falling back against the bed as his body aggressively shook. Thick white liquid came out and landed all over his lap and your hand. Michael whimpered as you slowed down, grabbing at your wrist, his breathing breaking up each time he exhaled.

As he calmed down, you took the time to remove your clothes, leaving you naked, and once Michael opened his eyes, his eyes trailed over your body.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered in a rasped tone, beginning to take off his shirt and remove his pants from his ankles.

“Thank you, baby.” You lightly pushed him back on the bed. “Scoot up.”

“C-can I taste you? God, I wanna taste you so bad.” Michael pleaded as he felt your wet pussy brush up against his dick once you climbed on top of him.

“Don’t worry, we have all night; just wanna feel you inside me first.” You grabbed his dick, wasting no time to insert him inside, and as you slowly sat down, your body quivered at his thickness.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Gonna make my pussy come all over this dick.” You whined out as you began to go up and down, your knees pressing into the bed as you picked up speed.

“Oh yes! U-use me, make me your toy.” Expletives and moans began pouring from Michael’s mouth. His hands grabbed hold of your ass as you rode him.

“Mmm-shit! Michael, you feel so good, oh my God!” Your eyebrows came together as you looked down at him, his expression mirroring yours. Bringing your hands to your breast, you massaged them lightly.

As your walls clenched around him, you felt his peak beginning to reach, causing you to speed up. His large hands gripped you so tight you felt his fingertips digging into your skin, causing you to squeal.

“Mi-Michael, don’t let go yet, not yet.” He looked up at you, face scrunching up in anguish.

“You f-feel so good, squeezing me so t-tight.” His moans grew louder as you kept at your fast pace. The room filled with sounds from both of you, physically and verbally, coupled with the headboard clanking against the wall. You felt him cup your ass, spreading it, making your pussy flutter around his dick.

“O-oh yes! Fu-uck ba-aby I’m gonna cum!” You sank all the way, taking him all in and rocking against him, chasing your orgasm. Your body jerked forward violently.

A broken wail flew out of your throat as your eyes saw black reaching to the back of your head. Your thighs clasped around Michael’s torso, your hands grabbing at the pillows beside him.

You pussy hugged his dick, sending him in a daze as he held in his orgasm. Tears welled and fell down the side of his face, holding onto you for leverage. The pressure was so much that Michael felt himself slipping; he shut his eyes so tight they began to hurt.

“C—can—mmm-baby! Ca-n I cum? Please p-please, p-please,” he sounded like a broken record the way his pleads continuously left his lips. You took a minute to catch your breath, leaving you to pause for a moment, but Michael had other plans as he began picking your hips up. “You’re so fuckin’ needy, Michael, you don’t listen.” You tore his hands away from you. Beginning again, this time at an unforgiving speed, leaving Michael a babbling mess.

“S-sorry—y-you just—oh God! Yo-you’re so perfect! Wann-a-fuck!—stuff you with my love!” You held onto the headboard, the bed squeaking so loud you thought it’d break in half.

“Shit! Michael! I’m so f-fuck! I’m so close!” That knowing feeling bubbled up inside you again; your body tensing up.

“Y-yes! Mmmm-fu-uck! Kee-p goin, doll! Your—uh! Baby! I-I c-can’t ho-ld i-t!.” Michael was so dizzy with pleasure he could barely form coherent words, his cries growing louder with every stroke.

You let go of the headboard and snaked your arms around Michael, bringing him up. “I-I’m—oh, my God! Michael cum with me!”

His warm release spurted up into you, covering your womb; you both began to shake, cries hitting the walls like thunder. Michael’s head fell into your neck as moans pulled from his lips, vibrating against your skin. Your chest rose up and down as your breathing slowed, your pussy quivering as Michael gently pumped into you.

You were so sensitive, knees so weak, you gasped softly as you moved off of Michael’s lap. Falling back against the bed, Michael, who looked at you tiredly with a smirk, opened his mouth.

“Can you sit on my face next?”

after complaining to bsf!jermajesty about no man being as freaky as you, he feels bad.. anddd he has the same interests, if not more .. so he decides to help you out! :)

description ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty been wanting to tap that ass for the longest, and when you start describing all your desires that no one can fulfill, he takes it as and opportunity

warnings ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty is a FREAK, missionary, backshots, no use of y/n, use of pet names such as, ‘ma, mama, baby, pretty’, oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, squirting, edging, nasty talk, creampie

pairing ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: bsf!jermajesty x blackfem!reader

you were currently laying on jermajesty’s bed, rambling to him about random stuff while he scrolled on his phone, responding every now and then with a “mhm”, or an “oh yea?”.

you shift onto your stomach, looking at him.. “ and when we were together, i hated sex with him! he never wanted to do the things i wanted to do in the bedroom, it was just missionary, every. single. time. do yk how tiring that is, maj? do you?” you say, running your mouth about one of your ex boyfriends, while occupying your hands with your fresh silk press..

he looks at you, the phone in his hand forgotten.. “i don’t know how tiring it is, ma..” he mutters, huffing a little.. “maybe he had a good point.. what typa shit we’re you wanting in the bed?” he says, his eyebrows raising..

“nothing crazy.. “ you reply, getting a little shy.. “i wanted him to eat me out, and try different positions, and.. uhm..” you start, but you’re too embarrassed to say the rest..

“and what else?” he says, tilting his head .. his phone was face down now, he was giving every drop of his attention to you..

“and maybe pull my hair, and i asked him to ride his face but he said no..” you mumble.. he smirks..

“y’know you coulda called me, right?”

“what, maj?”

you look at him, watching the smug expression on his face get heavier and he chuckles.

“i coulda gave you all that, and more. you ain’t need him..” he says, picking his phone back up..

“maj, what are you talkin bout? you just be running your mouth..” you say, twirling your hair around your middle and index fingers..

“i can give you what you need, mama.. all you gotta do is say the word..” he says, scrolling again.. you sit there for a second, stunned.. you look at him, and lick your lips..

“let me ride your face then..” you whisper, testing the waters.

“alright mami.”

you watch him as he put his phone down, and lays flat on the mattress.. it takes you a minute to register that he was forreal ..

“whatchu waiting on? come sit down.” he says patting his forehead .. you slip your aeropostale sweatpants off, along with your little lace panties ..

you climb over him, and straddles his face.. “maj are you sure, i was just play—“ you try, but he grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth..

“o-oh! jermajesty..” you whimpered, gently grinding back and forth.. he smacks your ass, his tongue flicking against your clit..

he hums, sucking and licking like he just got out of jail, and you were his first meal.. he massages your ass cheeks.. you start to grind with more confidence, your clit rubbing all on his nose and the bridge of his nose..

“o-ouu fuck, majjj.. y-yeahh..” you whine, your head tilting back as you grinds your hips in circles.. you whine, biting your lip..

“mhmm.. fuck my face..” he murmurs into your wetness, smacking both your ass cheeks at the same time ..

“maj im close..” you whimpered.. you grind until you’re right on the tip of your orgasm, and he lifts you up and sets you on the bed .. you whine..

“what the fuck jermajesty? i was about to c—“ you start, but he was already pulling his pants off..

“chill mami, ima make you cum..” he says, chuckling and smirking at you, even tho you didn’t find nothing funny..

“but you could’ve just let me cum right then!” you huff..

“girl hush.. and let me fuck you.. damn..” he says , pushing you into your back ..

you couldn’t believe what was happening right now. your best friend, jermajesty jackson, had you on your back with your legs folded so tight that your knees were touching your perky tits, and he was fucking you into oblivion!

you couldn’t think about anything but him, anything but his thick, huge dick plunging in and out of you..

“j-jermajesty! oh m’gosh— yes!” you whine, your eyes rolling far back into your head as you reach to push at his abdomen..

“move your hand.” he grunts out , gripping your wrist and throwing your hand back to your chest .. he reaches down and grabs your face, smushing your cheeks together.. “look at me, mama.. look at me fuckin you.. been wanting you for so long, pretty girl..” he moans..

you look up at him, your toes curling.. his other hand grabs your ankle, and he maintains eye contact.. he licks the bottom of your freshly pedicured foot, then kisses your toes, before he sucks on each one..

this was tewww nasty for you, something you’d never even thought of you, and boy did it turn you on.. you clench around him, and let out a loud moan..

“oh you like that? you like when i kiss your feet?” he groans, thrusting deeper..

your face flushes, and you start to respond with a snarky comment, but his tip starts to hit that good, deep spot inside you.. you nod, your toes curling in his face..

“yesyes! right there maj!” you whine, your hand gripping the pillow above you..

you clench around him and he moans, his head tilting back.. “fuck baby,” he hisses, pushing his entire length in.. “you been holding out on me.. this pussy so good.. ohhh shittt..” he moans, folding your legs farther over your shoulders..

“bae! nnyeah!” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close ..

“rub your clit, ma.. i can’t do everything at once..” he moans, his eyes rolling back .. you reach down, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles..

“oh my gosh! i’m gonna cum!” you pant out, your legs trembling ..

“hold it. you not cumming til i’m ready for you to..” he murmurs, smacking your thigh..

“baby i can’t hold ittt! fuckin me too gooddd!” you whine, and he pulls out.. you huff, smacking his arm..

“jermajesty i wanna cum.. my pussy’s aching, and your being an asshole..” you whimper, still rubbing your clit..

he laughs a little , kissing your forehead .. “what did i tell you at first? ima let you cum, mami.. just be patient..” he coos

“i don’t got much patience left..” you mutter, and he rolls you over into your stomach.. you lift your hips up, leaving your face down..

“pass me that pillow, ma..” he murmurs, rubbing your back .. you grab the pillow, and he pushes it under your hips..

he slides back in, hitting deeper this time.. he gently massages your ass cheeks.. “mhmm.. let me in baby.. this pussy so wet.. i been wanting to tap this ass for so long..” he whispered, grinding into you..

“maj.. oh my goodness .. you’re so deep..” you gasp out.. he was already hitting your g-spot, and you felt like you were gonna cum with each stroke.. it wasn’t any better when he sped up, wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging..

“oh shit! oh—jer i can’t— it’s too big!” you whine, and his free hand smacks your ass..

“unt unt. you can. i’m not hearing that from you, i know exactly what you can do.. you wanna cum?” he moans out, biting his lip.. you nod, gripping the sheets..

“then quit complaining and take this dick.” he says, plowing into you.. his heavy balls start to smack against your clit, and you actually thought you were ascending..

“bae! i’m gonna cum!” you cry, your thighs trembling each time his tip kisses your spot..

“cmon ma.. give it to me, let me have it.. show me how good i’m loving you, show me how it feels..” he grunts, his hands digging deep into your back so your arch could deepen

you could’ve swore you saw heaven for a second, then you came back.. “j-jermajesty jermaine!” you whine, squirting all over his cock and balls.. he flashes that gap toothed grin, and smacks your ass..

“there you go, mami.. oh shit i’m finna cum.. you gon let me cum inside you?” he coos, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier..

“whatever you wanttt! just fuck me!” you slur, drooling onto his pillows.. he pushes in deep, and releases.. his cum shoots out in hot spurts, right against your g-spot.. you look in the mirror beside his bed, and see your beautiful straight hair, sweated out and back in it’s beautiful, kinky, curly natural state.. “oh god..” you whimper, huffing..

jermajesty rubs your back.. “i’ll pay for it to get done again, ma.. you don’t gotta worry about nothing at all.. you’re mine now..” he whispered..

maj was on his back, and you were all on top of him.. he felt back for being so rough, and you couldn’t even walk, so he wanted to you as close as possible..

he had been talking for a while, just talking about random shit.. “do you see them tiktok edits of me? i don’t even know where they find-“ he starts, but he hears a soft snore..

you lay there, lips slightly parted, sleeping the best you’ve ever slept in your life..

he smirks, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers off of both of you..

“goodnight pretty girl.”

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warnings: mentions of pregnancy. maybe a sexual innuendo/implied smut. other than that just pure fluff! the writing in the pink is kind of a flash back.

synopsis: michael struggling to through to his daughter because she got an attitude like her mama.

word count: 1.3k

“jojo can you just try the vegetables for daddy’s sake,” michael’s complains heard from the dining room as you skimmed through your beauty magazine in the living room your shared home.

for the past fifteen minutes straight, he’s been trying to get you guy’s two year old daughter, josephine to eat her broccoli and chicken. she did very well with the poultry portion, earning cute happy laughs from her as she ate the baked chicken.

the broccoli on the other hand. she didn’t want anything to do with it. barely even wanting to look at it or touch it, so getting it remotely near her mouth was gonna be impossible.

“no,” she she said as sharply as a toddler could, folding her chunky little arms across her stomach. you stifled a laugh as you stood against the corridor of the dining room.

“it’s not funny y/n, i don’t know where she gets all this sass from. oh wait, she gets it from you,” michael said, sounding defeated as he shook his head. you walked over to the table that michael was sitting at, jojo’s high chair in front of him.

“oh that is so not true. let’s be real, what two year old likes broccoli. and anyways she probably gets her eating habits from her daddy,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek before giving jojo one on her forehead.

you and michael had only been together for about a year before you found out that you were pregnant with jojo. at first, you were scared to tell him.

it was april of 1980 when you found out you were two months pregnant. his solo career just getting off the ground with him releasing the off the wall album eight months prior. you didn’t want him to feel like he was trapped or limited by you being pregnant.

“girl are you stupid or just plain dumb. that boy loves you like a fat kid loves cake. he would pull the stars out of the sky for you without you even asking, tell him ‘bout that baby,” your mom scolded you over the phone.

she was right, michael deserved to know. and you really didn’t know why you thought he would be anything other than ecstatic. michael always talked about wanting many, many children with you. maybe it was you who was projecting your feelings onto him.

it’s not that you didn’t want children. but with mike’s solo career beginning to rise, you knew the industry would become even more demanding of him than it already was. either way, you had to tell him, and you had to do it soon.

“are you guys gonna help me or not?” you begged all of michael’s brothers and janet. you had three different pictures of your first sonogram in the middle of the island in the kitchen, everyone taking a glimpse at it.

“absolutely, i’m so excited, i hope it’s a girl,” janet said excitedly as she pulled you into a hug.

“of course y/n, you know we love you girl. damn, i can’t believe mike’s gonna be a dad. i remember when i used to change his diapers,” jackie said softly, shaking his head in somewhat disbelief.

“we get it jackie, you’re old. let’s focus on the newer things in life, like my future nephew,” marlon said as he slid closer to you. playfully feeling on your non-existent bump.

“ooh y/n, can you name the baby after me. if it’s a boy, obviously jermaine. if it’s a girl, how about jermany?”

“how about hell and no,” marlon said, causing everyone to burst into a fit of laughter.

“but seriously y/n, i have a perfect idea. you and mike come down to the dining room at seven o clock tonight, we’ll have it all set up for you.

you and mike made your way down the stairs and made a beeline to the dining room. it was lit with beautiful candles and a bouquet of flowers sat in the middle of the table.

“baby, something smells amazing, you did all this?” michael asked, his eyes bright, with pure excitement as he pulled a chair out for you before pushing you in and taking a seat next to you.

“something like that,” you mumbled as looked down at the silver dish cover in front of the two of you.

you two ate your dinner and conversed, mainly michael. he talked to you about the different demos that he had been working on. you smiled watching his entire face light up when discussing his music.

“well y/n and mikey, i hope you guys enjoyed dinner. hopefully dessert can top it though, it’s from y/n herself.” janet said with a wink before heading back to the kitchen, michael completely oblivious at what she was even trying to get at. michael quickly took off the dish cover, a loud “clang” when it made contact with the wooden table.

silence took over the room as michael intensely examined what was on the tray in front of him. his fingers glossing over the photos before snapping his head towards you.

“we’re gonna have a baby, just when i thought you couldn’t make me any happier,” he said as he connected his lips to yours for a quick kiss before running around the house with the sonograms, telling anyone who would listen, and they let him tell it as if it was their first time hearing it.

after seven long, exhausting more months of pregnancy, you welcomed your beautiful baby girl on november 12th, 1980. you both agreed on the name josephine, paying homage to your late grandmother.

“oh girl please, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” michael tried to feign innocence, crossing his arms across his chest.

“michael, when i met you, i couldn’t even get you to eat asparagus.”

“yeah well, that ‘cause it’s disgusting. but it’s not about me right now. i just want jojo to at least try it.”

“well maybe try singing. you know she loves when you sing to her. and mommy loves it too, aint that right jojo,” you said in a baby voice, booping her nose, earning a giggle from her.

you spent nine months carrying her, twelve hours in excruciatingly painful labor just for her to be a spitting image of michael. part of you felt betrayed, what mother wouldn’t want her mini me. but mike was one of the most gorgeous men you ever laid eyes on so you accepted it fairly quickly.

he began to softly sing i can’t help it, his voice captivating both you and her. you brung a spoonful of broccoli to her lip and this time? she actually tried it.

you and michael’s eyes locked onto her face, full of anticipation. was this gonna be the success he had been begging for.

she continued to chew before swallowing the green vegetable and giving the two of you a smile, clapping her hands together while she cooed. michael excitedly scooped her up into his arms, peppering her chubby cheeks with little kisses, earning some more giggles from her.

“you did it babygirl, i’m so proud of you jojo, now let’s get you some cookies,” michael said as he grabbed two chocolate chip cookies from the black cookie jar on the counter, giving them to the toddler before letting her roam free.

“you know love, jojo has been telling me how badly she wants a new sibling.”

“did she really or was that the voices in your head telling you that,” you shot back sarcastically, earning a playful swat on the bottom from michael.

“she did, but luckily daddy agrees. what do you say we send her over to her aunts and uncles for the night and get started on baby number two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“i already asked jermaine earlier, he said he’ll come pick her up around six-thirty.”

— imagine… being thriller era! michael’s girlfriend ⋆˙⟡

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— thriller! michael always makes sure you’re included in his celebrations 🥹 after a huge achievement, after a performance, after anything exciting, you’re one of the first people he looks for. because sharing happy moments with you makes them feel even bigger.

— thriller! michael gets so soft whenever you’re sleepy 😭 your voice gets quieter, your eyes keep closing, and suddenly he’s speaking in whispers too. “…c’mon, baby.” he’ll brush your hair back, take your hand, and lead you to bed like you’re made of glass.

—thriller! michael gets SO pouty when rehearsals run late because it means less time with you 😞 you’ll call the studio asking if he’s almost home and he’ll glance at the clock like… “…another hour.” then when you guys hang up and sighs because he was supposed to be watching a movie with you tonight :(

— thriller! michael will absolutely ask you, “…can i have a hug?” even though he KNOWS the answer is yes 😭 he just likes hearing you laugh and open your arms for him.

— thriller! michael genuinely believes you make everything more fun 😭 interviews? easier because you’re there. long flights? better because you’re there. sitting in traffic? somehow funny because you’re there. he doesn’t even care what you’re doing together anymore… as long as he’s doing it with you. <3

— thriller! michael LOVES when you get excited over things. like genuinely loves it. you could be telling him about the smallest thing and he’s sitting there with his chin in his hand, completely focused, because he thinks the way your eyes light up is the sweetest thing ever.

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for my bae @angel-faces 💕🧁

JACKSON SIBLINGS X JACKSON!SISTER READER

When you and your siblings are at a talk show interview, the people can’t help but gush how cute your dynamic is with your siblings.

Reader is the age of five and the era/time is the 70’s aka the Jacksons era.

Requested by @deadpool15 and I tried my best 😭

It’s a sunny day for the interview. It was a talk show interview that was well-known.

You, Y/n Jackson, a cute African American girl with two Afro buns, were sitting by Michael and Marlon with Janet behind you and Latoya. Jackie and Jermaine were on the other side while Randy and Tito were on the same side with you along with Rebbie, who was by the girls.

You looked at your feet as most of your siblings wore matching outfits. The girls wore long skirts while you had long shorts on with ruffled white socks.

The boys had simple suits with tailored pants. It was how the Jackson siblings looked.

Organized, fancy, well-dressed.

Michael glanced at you, seeing your small zoned-out face. He gently poked your nose, something he’d always done ever since you were born.

He muttered something to you, smiling as he made you smile wide as the camera caught the moment.

People awe’d along with the show host who’d cooed at you. “Well, ain’t she a doll!”

“You can say that again!” Jackie said with a smile, his eyes soft. Every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but see the little girl who’d cling to him at times. Your small onesie of a tiger as he fed you milk at random times.

“What was your favorite moment in your lives?” The host asks.

The siblings almost all talked at once before Jackie spoke loudly and clearly.

“When y/n first walked, she was so fussy she couldn’t get to her favorite stuffed animal.” He says, laughing while you just frown in embarrassment. You don’t even remember, but of course the others did as the host awe’d while Tito spoke.

“My favorite moment was when lil tiger,” he points at you. “She ran at me with full force and fell at the age of three. It was adorable how quickly she knew to run and get to business.”

Everyone laughed while you hid in Michael’s arms, who giggled softly.

“Y/n has always been such a wild child of joy and excitement,” Michael said, hugging you close to your side. The people couldn’t help but awe louder.

“Mine is when you and y/n had our first girls’ night, we just ate popcorn and watched her favorite cartoon,” Janet says, smiling before hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. You giggled loudly and tried to rub her kiss off.

“I remember when I had to stop y/n from trying to act like a fairy and jumping off my bed. I’ve never had such a heart attack with this cutie!” La Toya recalled.

“Toya!” You exclaimed with a pout, turning around with a pout before Marlon turned you around and patted your back.

“Shes not wrong!” Rebbie said, smiling with a soft grin.

“Oh and don’t forget about how she tried to dance like us,” Marlon said, dancing in his seat before chuckling when you slapped his arm with your tiny hand.

“Oh jeez, she still needs work but she’s getting used to it,” Randy said, holding back a snicker before you stuck your tongue at him.

“Could say the same!” You clapped back.

Jermaine cackled, “She could never get the spin right.”

You were the star of the Jackson family, not by singing. But by being family, each sibling of yours kept admiring you just for being the baby.

“Y/n, what do you say about all this attention from your siblings?” The host asks, smiling with such light due to the adoration they have seen in each eye. Each past and present memory behind the eyes of your older siblings.

You smiled that same bright smile everyone loved from the doll of the Jackson family.

“I love my siblings, including Jermaine!” You announced loudly, “and my favorite moment is living every single day with them and my family.” The crowd clapped and whistled at your words.

That was the interview that made every tabloid a bit you call the Sun of the Jackson family.