#melakonenmj

M.JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: michael comes looking for you after performing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

M.JACKSON OFF THE WALL ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖ part two

summary: michael stays at your place for the first time. just a few days after being awarded for his off the wall album.

warnings : 18+ suggestive smut?? , shy michael , lots of flirting, mentions of jerking off, he somehow ends up spending the night lmfao.

a/n: i keep thinking how I wish I could’ve been his friend :( + if guys want a part two let me know!

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you were sitting on top of your dryer, listening to michael ramble about how nervous he was going on stage to get his awards. “it was petrifying! I think I hid it well!”, he covered his face giggling. he was leaning against the wall in front of you, dressed in a red sweater and black slacks. usually michael doesn’t get much free time so he snuck out, when he thinks about it too much his heart gets to thumping so… he’s not! “you did hide it well mikey!, I really loved your suit”. he blushed at your compliment. “thank you I wish you could’ve been there, I may have been more calm”. he grinned walking towards you boldly parting your legs so he was standing between you.

“what would.. you have worn y/n?” his pretty doe eyes looked at you intensely. “hmm I think I would have worn something black to match you”. you heard his breath hitch even if his expression didn’t change. “you would’ve looked perfect on my arm”, you tilted your head at him. michael’s curls were slightly resting on his forehead, similar to his documented accomplishment from earlier in the week. he smelt sweet very floral, it was thick but not in an overwhelming way. more like candy coated as it overtook any room he encountered.

he drew swirls against your leg now avoiding eye contact with you. he loved your dryer room it was dimly lit, but the amount of similar colored things gave it unique lighting. “michael can I ask you a question?” he nodded, “of course anything”. you eyed his gentle face before asking. “what’s your favorite thing to do romantically with a girl?”, his eyes widened one of his spacious hands masking his grin. “umm… well I like to- this is embarrassing” , you laughed moving his hand away. “tell me”, he huffed “I’m shy”.

he sighed closing his eyes for a second clearing his mind. “I like… kissing”, you blushed at his sentence. “aww michael that’s so sweet”, you playfully pushed his shoulder. “stop I told you I feel shy..”, it was charming the award winning star being shy about anything. “do you wanna kiss me mikey?”, he glanced at you for a second immediately looking at the dryer beneath you. “I don’t want to not kiss you…” he reached his hand onto your back briefly bringing you in close, you nodded giving him approval. he kissed you so carefully. michael felt like you were a flower on a lily pad, if he pressed your skin too hard it would break.

knowing this was something michael really enjoyed made you throb the tiniest bit. the slightest moans slipped from his lips, his hands were so delicate as his thumb swayed on your leg back and forth, as it was now resting on your thigh. his eyes were closed, brows furrowed. one thing you noticed is he likes to kiss very slowly, he doesn’t like the idea of kissing fast. once he started he couldn’t stop the modest shy man you knew was starting to disappear. now his hands were underneath you, pushing your ass up towards him enough so your chest was against his.

his lips moved so profoundly only auditable that was heard was you two kissing and man he wasn’t lying he really did love this. he pulled away for a moment, “m’sorry… your lips are really soft I didn’t know how to stop” he smiled a blush tinting his brown skin. “no it’s okay I didn’t mind”, michael’s hands stayed in place on your ass while he lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his slender waist, as he led you into your living room. he laid you down on your back before climbing on top of you closing in any space. bringing himself back in he kissed you again although this time he had a question.

“y/n um… do you know how to french kiss?” the question made your heart spin. “kinda?” he laughed “I can teach you hold on” pressing his lips against yours again he kissed you normally for a few minutes, then he moved away placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “open your mouth a little and move as I move”. he stated the most confident sentiment of the night, obeying his tongue danced along with yours the sensation of smooching again filling up the room.

you weeped not really being able to breathe from this angle, but no way in hell were you going to tell him that. you pressed half moons into his back making him shiver in a feeling he didn’t want to express. he was hard against your thigh, very hard actually. his hips bucked up the louder the sounds got. you pushed his chest back for a second, a line of spit connecting you both made its self visible. “michael you’re…”. he immediately got shy once more, not looking you in the face. “I’ll take care of it just um.. ignore it”. you ran your hand against it, a very whiny moan left his throat. “no please I’m too sensitive”

he didn’t mean to mention his big secret. although yes the main reason he wanted to wait until marriage, was a big reason he didn’t have sex. he also felt embarrassed. every single time he hid in his bathroom flipping through a playboy magazine from his brothers, it was a must the sink or shower was on. if not all you would hear was michael making himself cry and sob as pre cum rubbed all down his dick, his eyes shut so tight tears spattered. it wasn’t really a point in the printed pictures even being there. silently pleading with himself about how intense it felt. “hmph.. ugh so… g-good mmh!” a prayer in his mind at the same time, asking god for forgiveness for how lewd his thoughts were. squashing noises in his wide hand, as hot fluid overtook his palm. the thickest shot of cum ending up on whatever surface is in front of him, making him feel guilty as he cleaned it up.

you moved your hand away “marry me” you jolted so fast pulling yourself up, as he sat down next to you on the couch. “I’m sorry did I hear you correctly?!” he giggled “marry me I.. really like you we’ve known each other for a long time so will you marry me?, I’ll get you a really pretty ring”. your arms wrapped around his neck, “michael oh my gosh!” he raised you so you were straddling around his waist. “then we can actually y’know”. you playfully gasped looking at him, “oh does michael want to be inside me?”. he bashfully shielded himself “no! that’s not the only reason!”.

M.JACKSON DANGEROUS ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary : michael becomes distracted watching you star gaze.

warnings : 18+ smut, first time together, more experienced micheal, ( you two are married but he’s been married before you ) , oral ( f receiving! ), kinda slow burn teasing, p in v, little manipulation, micheal acts clueless to what he’s doing, mentions of getting you pregnant.

a/n : I’ve reread this a hundred times if there’s any mistakes forgive me LMAO

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you were standing outside looking at the stars a little routine you’ve done ever since moving in with michael. since he had a more closed off balcony in this vacation home, you two were staying in it was even better than what you’re used to.

a large cold hand ran down your back “ hi sweet girl “ a gentle voice filled your ears with ease “hi” he smiled at your slightly sleepy tone pressing a kiss onto your back, he leaned down so his head could rest on your shoulder “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he whispered into your ear something he does all of the time especially when you are at an award show.

“this is a pretty nightgown, who bought this for you?” he playfully popped the strap on your shoulder, as you pinched his leg resulting in a laugh from him. “just some guy who I repeatedly told he didn’t have to buy it, just because I said it was nice!” , you couldn’t see him but you knew he rolled his eyes.

“ you’re my wife I can buy you whatever I want “ he said slightly serious as he pressed a few kisses into your neck, this unexpectedly made a little noise come from you. “is this okay?” you nodded feeling shy. micheal doesn’t show this side of himself to the public, so whenever he is very affectionate it makes your heart thump. he pulled your hips back against his body,tracing his hand down the sheer fabric that rested on the sides of your nightgown.

“is this see through? I’ve never seen that before can I look closer?”, you know he was obviously lying and has seen see through fabric before. this was michael’s way of teasing. “yes you can”, he turned you around getting onto his knees to get more eye level with your legs “it’s so clear I can see… almost back here” he pressed his finger onto the side of your leg very close to your backside. “and here” he kitten tapped the top of your pussy.

this made you squirm slightly under his touch “do you think they make other things like this? “ you felt yourself slipping from listening to anything he was saying in moments like these he feels like the star he is, more than your husband and although you would never tell him that it made a slight slick flow between your thighs.

he looked at you knowing you were getting even more shy than earlier, a personality trait all the jackson brother’s oddly love in a woman. “um maybe they do… I mean lingerie is a thing” your face immediately burned as you stated this. “lingerie?” he giggled “how do you know about that baby?” you turned your attention to the tree a little far from you to avoid eye contact “who doesn’t?”, he put his hands onto both sheer sides where your hips laid “I’ve never seen it before you’ll have to show me”

he pulled your nightgown up, “michael!” this came out more as a ‘yell whisper’ than actually any volume “what? I’m just looking at you it’s the most natural thing you look beautiful.” he very lightly touched your labia it felt soft and warm. “life can be created in here, that’s the most wonderful thing” you felt like your skin was popping in hot heat sparks, he parted you a little moving his hand down your leg.

he kissed your clit repeatedly drawing a whimper out of you “michael-“ he dragged his mouth down your puffy labia peppering more kisses onto it, feeling your slickness grow heavier between it. he for the most part wasn’t really talking and just moving getting a since of a self induced high off your body.

“you’re soaked” he said this so low you don’t know if he said this for himself or if he actually was repeating this to you. his heavy hand patted your leg as an indication to spread them. he got as close to your entrance as he could from this position, head completely underneath your gown kissing as much as he could.

your mouth felt dry you almost forgot how to talk and breathe at the same time, it felt like this was so overwhelming such a contrast to the man in your daily life. part of you wishes the public could get a glimpse of this, so they can stop accusing him of not being into you and being in a fake marriage.

“this isn’t enough I need to see you” he rose from underneath standing up extending his hand. you intertwined your fingers as he led you to the bed laying you down on your back. he pulled your gown up merging you towards the end of the bed, as he got back into his knees holding your legs spread before putting them on his shoulders. “ much better”

your labia spreading apart from being held open exposing every ounce of wetness from outside “can I get between here?”, he asked softly as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago “s-sure”. he licked up your clit satisfied with hearing a cry out of you. he pulled himself back “I wonder how humans started to do this”, he rested his head on your thigh “it’s such a dirty thing to do to someone, yet people really love it”.

hearing the term ‘dirty’ almost made you laugh whenever michael is doing a music video or even around his brothers, if someone mentions anything sexual he immediately accuses them of being dirty and how he doesn’t do such a thing… oh what a lie he tells.

without warning he pushes his face back into your legs now, moving his tongue nonstop gripping his hands into your hips, as if you aren’t already stuck in place. everything felt messy from the amount of spit coming out of his mouth, to the noises he was making as the sounds of lapping you up was far from quiet. almost enough that if one of the maids or security guards walked, past the door they would definitely hear him.

“michael-“ this by far is the farthest thing from who you know him to be in moments like these, it turns you on more. just knowing nobody would ever know just how greedy he can be, when he wants to give you pleasure. he made almost a buzzing noise with his mouth, as he lifted your hips up pushing his tongue into your entrance

this made a brink of tears form in your eyes he moved your legs from off his shoulders, and stood up making you pout “take this off or I’ll rip it”. his tone was the most intense of the night, his soft voice now fluctuating in between his ‘real one’. you pulled the gown over your head as he removed his white tee shirt, and pajama pants showcasing a form of his skin only his closest and trusted people see.

you found it beautiful even if he didn’t sometimes, you always reassured him it wasn’t anything wrong with him. “can you lay on your stomach for just a second sweet girl?” you nodded flipping yourself over as he propped you up and arched your back. you were already leaking everywhere from yourself and his mixture of spit.

he went back onto his knees and pried you apart returning to your entrance, pushing his tongue in and out repeatedly with no break in between “please m-! too much! “ he very lightly gave you a spank ignoring you, as he wasn’t finished with his task. this time it sounded even louder, your labia was completely spread apart and cum was flowing out of you by the second, “please I’m gonna-“ you were borderline going to scream “l can’t please-“ you did a form of cry begging, but your body betrayed you as you were grinding back into his face.

he tapped the above your clit as an indication to go ahead something he usually does if he doesn’t want to verbally say it, and is what he likes to call ‘too busy’ you bit down on the pillow in front of you climaxing onto his face he moved back and kissed your thigh.

“can’t believe you did all that from me kissin you down here, I didn’t even go all the way” he laughed in a teasing way, before flipping you over and finally getting on the bed “I’m not stopping I’ll clean you up at the end” he put you in an mating press.

“michael my legs are sore”, you pouted it wasn’t painful just a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry baby I just wanted to make you feel good”, he looked at you in your eyes making a bowl of guilt enter your mind. you knew he was doing this on purpose “no it’s okay I can do it!” , he smiled “I knew you could sweet girl”. he pulled down his boxers, making his way back into your pussy.

this was the first time tonight you heard an actual moan from him “sooo.. so wet damn “ he thrusted his way in “you alright?” his brows were furrowed , he’s eaten you out before but this was the first time you both were actually going all the way. he wanted to wait until you got married, unlike he did in his previous marriage where he actually broke that promise to himself out of excitement.

“I’m okay just.. full” he laughed getting up next to your ear “I got you I won’t hurt you” he slowly thrusted himself lewd sounds escaping both your lips . “you feel so good around me” he kissed your ear, then your neck sucking a few love bites against it .“you’re all mines just for me” hearing this made you clench.

“mm.. you like hearing that huh? that this is all mines and you belong to me?” you felt that brink of tears from earlier run down your face now, the only thing you could do in reply to say his name over and over. “that’s it keep.. screaming my name I want to hear it” he moved a little faster headboard bumping against the wall. “wettest thing I’ve ever had I can barely feel myself you know that?” you were panting as squishing and plopping noises was all you heard “s-sorry” he laughed lowly “don’t apologize it’s natural”

he sped up at his fastest, “mines all for me nobody else but me” he kissed your jaw “nobody would ever believe you, if you told them I’m saying all of this in your ear” this made you whimper. “oh no michael would never do that! “ he said in a mocking voice, “it’s almost like they don’t think I’m a grown man” you clenched again. “ I know baby it’s a lot but I’m close just let me make love to my wife okay?” you nodded he kissed the stream of tears going down your face.

“my sweet girl you did so good letting me kiss you all inside, you’re so pretty down there I loved watching you come apart” , at this point you know the entire house has to hear this happening there’s absolutely no way nobody knows what you two are doing. “ can I cum inside?” his voice was now softened but he wasn’t whispering anymore, “put a baby in you?” your eyes opened as you looked at him looking at you, “wait! michael we should talk about this” he smiled. “it’s normal for couples to do that get married, have a baby pl- let me plea-please I’ll fill you up so good” your nails dug into his back “mic-“.

“I’ll take such good care of you, never have to lift a finger you’ll never- have to worry…. about anything” he said between moans, “let me please” you kissed him and immediately he rocked his hips cumming into you. “thank you, tha- thank you” a rope of thick heat filled you up with what felt like it wasn’t going to end, “best wife in the world… I hope this worked but if not I’ll do it again” he giggled as he pulled out.

he got off the bed handing you his water bottle filled with orange juice as he ran a hot rag under the sink, “lift your legs up girl” he laughed at your worn out state, wiping any remaining fluid off your body. “you okay? was that too much?” you shook your head no. “good lets go get something to eat I’m thinking of soup personally” he cradled you in his arms.

M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary : you and michael have been engaged for a bit, you are hanging out in the new penthouse he bought you.

warnings: 18+ filthy smut , barely a plot, mentions of making love, oral ( f receiving! ), aftercare of course!

a/n : off the wall era next! , the stars next to the title will always indicate what era is coming up! I also made a masterlist!

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you, were standing in the bathroom one leg on the counter as you applied your new fruity summer lotion against it. michael was sitting on the bed reading a fresh new peter pan book, he received from a thrift store he snuck in a few days ago. his disguises usually don’t work but this time you helped him. he finally got to shop like a normal person, hear what people’s daily conversations are about and most importantly have a bird eyes view on the way people love.

whether that was a group of teens buying something for the other if they didn’t have enough money, kids running around laughing playing in the store, young adults making plans to try and split the difference to catch a movie or older adults attempting to get decorations for their kids birthday parties. ( he couldn’t resist and gave everyone money, but told his security to do it once he got back into the car ) just simply hearing all of these conversations made his heart happy, he secretly teared up about it behind his black sunglasses once back in his truck.

you were wearing one of michael’s old disney shirts freshly out the shower, you finally finished your ‘post shower routine hopping into the bed. “hi baby” michael said pushing down a corner of his chapter book sitting it aside. you smiled as he pecked your cheek. “hi” you said warmly, “you smell like lemons” he laughed as you moved down to rest your head on his chest.

“you smell like oran- did you take my perfume?!” he side eyed you, before quickly looking at the plant in the corner. “I have no clue what you’re talking about y/n” you swatted his arm, “ow punk!” he giggled. you got up to straddle him. “I knew you couldn’t resist”, rolling your eyes you removed his reading glasses. “now I can see your pretty face”, he smiled kissing you softly.

he felt your bare pussy pulse on his leg, “hmm someone doesn’t have on a certain piece of clothing”. he carefully slid his hand up your leg, “may I inspect?” you nodded as the shirt was now laying onto the beige carpet floor. he raised your body up a little, two of his fingers messed around with your labia. he was fully capable of spreading it apart, but instead all you felt was his thumb taking charge swiping back and forth. your head was now resting on his shoulder, you made eye contact with the wall in front of you panting against his chest.

he on the other hand was silent watching you get even more puffy on his thumb, growing wetter by the second. michael had a thing for playing with you before starting intimacy. it was something about being able to feel your skin at first, then that turning into not being able to feel nothing but stickiness solely from him that really got him going. “please” almost like you were being ignored, he dragged his hand onto your clit rubbing you gently. “you can be louder, let me hear you” obeying his demand you turned back your head, mouth now next to his ear.

“your hand m-michael I… hmph can’t” , he laughed lowly, “we just started love, you have a long way to go”. he felt a film of warmth run down the back of his hand onto his forearm. “I wish you could see how much is coming out of you, I haven’t even made you cum yet”. he completely stopped touching you making you throb around nothing. “relax I’m doing something”. you felt both his hands snake around you, he held your ass apart watching whatever remaining wetness was going down against your thighs. extremely lewd of him, pathetically lewd honestly but he didn’t care.

“michael…” you felt embarrassed knowing he could see inside of you, the height difference giving him a better view didn’t help either. “let me watch for a bit I’ll put my mouth on you I promise”. you twitched at the vulgar language, it’s always shocking hearing him speak like this it never won’t be. “dripping just from being held open?, oh my what a dirty girl you are.” your hand gripped the back of his shirt tightly. “you know… we haven’t made love in this house, I don’t like that.”

in any interview when michael is asked about sex, he is quick to say ‘it’s a private thing’ or ‘I’m a gentleman’. which he isn’t lying the privacy portion isn’t from, if the legendary entertainer bends his fiancé over or not. it’s what flys out of his mouth during it that would probably make a lot of people throw that whole ‘innocent’ act out the window. that is a core part of his personality, he does have a sense of innocence. although the first time you and michael were intimate, you couldn’t believe just how many dirty things could come out one human’s mouth.

nevertheless he is a gentleman always has been. especially when he gets off stage accepting an award , he takes you to his dressing room. always leaving a trail of kisses on your back, asking if you were comfortable, or if anyone made any snarky comments towards you. the more places he kisses the more flushed your skin becomes, which is worth more than away award he received that night.

“lay on your back baby” he releases his firm hold allowing you to finally move, all you wetness now feeling cold from how long he pride you open. getting on top of you, he kissed you neck the biggest weak spot you have. your whole body was tingling barely able to even form any thoughts. your hand ran up and down his back, “so impatient” he patted your clit “I’ve spoiled you too much, I’ll be nice tonight but I won’t tomorrow”. he moved down between your thighs holding your legs up, pussy all against his face. he spat a large amount, you bucked your hips in arousal.

taking your clit in his mouth he sucked lightly, “n-not enough…” you felt a vibration of laughter as he lifted his head up. “alright but you asked for this so don’t start crying”. he pressed your legs back so you couldn’t move, consistently licking up and down your messy slit placing kisses here and there. it was a lot you weren’t expecting him to not stop at all, he kept going it was beyond messy. your skin immediately felt like it was pricked, your heart was beating so fast for a moment you couldn’t register why this felt so intense.

tears flew down your face, just like he called it moans replaced by the whiniest sounds he’s ever heard you make. “I can’t I really can’t!” michael rose himself up enough to look at you, before spitting another long string of spit on your pussy. “aww you cant take it? my poor baby you have to be careful.. what you ask for”. he knew you genuinely didn’t want him to stop , you’re straightforward with him always in that regard.

your slimy labia felt like it was glued apart his tongue was now so deep inside you, squishing and slurping noises was the only thing in your ears. you knew he was messy, but this was overtly like anything he’s done before. words felt like a forgotten memory. all you could do was moan your heart out. you pushed his head down deeper, which made him whimper into you. after what felt like forever he pulled back. very gently pushing your labia back in place. turning his attention onto your clit, from his point of view this cleanup process was going to be long as every crevice of your body below seems drenched.

he went back to coating every single scream out your body, the sheets were beyond soaked between the stream of cum falling out of you and all the saliva that had came out of michael’s mouth “c..hmph cumming” you sounded so sweet that sentence barely sounded coherent, you came hard into his mouth. the thought to overstimulate you was there ,but he decided to save that for another time. I mean you were balling your eyes out from his tongue a break was well deserved.

M.JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary : when your anger is spiking michael knows just how to calm you down

warnings: smut, 18+, lots of sweet talking, fingering, he’s can’t stop staring at you, he becomes super dominant at one point??, ofc aftercare ( with cockwarming! )

a/n : this was not the fic I was going to post today but I’ve been mad all morning lmfao

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you were scrubbing this damn bathtub so hard the paint was threatening to fly off. that bitch took it too far at michael’s photoshoot. “ohh michael you would fit this sooooo well” , “ohhh michael what big hands you have compare them to mines!”, “ohhhh michael you would be such a sweet dad” the maids walking by your bathroom did a double take as you were the one cleaning, but quickly taking the opportunity to have an off day. the crunching noises from the sponge was bouncing off the wall so loud it was ear splitting. not to mention you left the shoot early, making an excuse you were sick so there’s no telling what bullshit was said after you bolted out of there.

the sounds of clacking was next, of course this was your loving husband and the heavy silver buckles on his boots. “um.. uh baby?” his eyes were widened at the view. no reply from you which slightly made him afraid, he plopped himself down on the marble floor beside you. “bill brought kfc do you want some? I’ll even give you the best piece!”. he leaned his head to smile at you, eyeing you up and down. “yeah? give some to that whore she could use it”. michael didn’t mean to burst out laughing at your comment, but he genuinely found this to be very stupid for you to be mad about.

“sweet girl you sound ridiculous… is that why you’re in here like cinderella?”, you glared at him he was damn near impossible to stay mad at but especially when he’s having a whole giggle fit. “mike I’m serious!”, he reached over into the tub moving the sponge out of your hand. “for starters I don’t like you cleaning you’re not a housewife” he made sure to say this sternly, suddenly he was behind you his heavy hands at your waist to stand you up. “second women do this to me all the time, but I’m not interested.” you leaned your head onto his chest, he rubbed your scalp against his fingers.

“I’m in love with you endlessly”. you rolled your eyes you wanted to be mad so bad, but michael is so easy on the ears. he doesn’t raise his voice and if you said you needed space, he would give it to you even with a ping in his heart. “think of it like this she only knows ‘oh wow michael jackson!’, but you know me personally I’m not just the singing twirling man on stage”. this made you laugh, “yeah so what people fantasize about me?, you actually know me silly girl”.

he released you from his arms. “now can we please get out this bathroom, I want to get out of all these heavy clothes and eat”. you nodded interlacing your hand with his, you walked into your bedroom. “how’d she even make you that upset?, you usually don’t care about that type of thing”. well dammit this time was much different than usual and partially was probably because he looked so good on set. michael usually wears his floral perfume, late night while you were sleeping he dug through your stash. taking one of your favorites, this way it felt like you’d be with him during the long grueling day.

seeing him dressed up sometimes made you feel like a fan girl when you see him. then on top of that he was basking in your fragrance?, you contemplated about giving him the baby he’s been begging for. you admit you may have a slight big obsession with your husband but that’s your business! you couldn’t really answer his question, you barely had an emotion that made sense let alone an answer.

you laid sprawled on the bed as michael changed into something more comfortable. momentarily his speech wasn’t being paid anymind to, as you thought back on the hour when you went to visit your husband. it wasn’t that you thought she could take michael from you, god no it was the fact that she touched the parts of his skin you only have access to. the parts you dig your nails into, the parts that rests against your stomach when he’s inside you. that’s what enraged you.

“hey where’d you go?” michael was now standing in front of you. “sorry” confusion landed on his face, “baby I know you’re not still thinking of that makeup artist”. you pouted it was over with. you weren’t even mad at him anymore, the horse has been dead for a whole thirty minutes. for some reason you just couldn’t shake this rattling feeling in your bones. both his hands were pressed on your bare legs. you were wearing a lingerie silk purple night gown, you bought a long time ago. he kissed your cheek, teasingly cooing “my jealous girl”. the bed dipped as he sat next to you, pulling your head onto his lap.

his hand rubbed your back as your nightgown left you exposed underneath. it was very short originally when you were frantic in the bathroom, you had on fuzzy pajama pants. a mirror was overlooking your side, giving michael a full view of your pussy since you were in fetal position. “I never noticed this had glitter on the back”, your breath hitched at his sudden low tone. “you find such pretty things”, his fingers pulled the rest of the cloth up your backside. “for you to be so angry, you sure are getting sticky” you panted being fully exposed was one thing, but being in front of a mirror added an extra layer. two fingers messed around with your inner and outer labia.

“I don’t know why you’re letting this lady impact you so much”, minuscule noises prompted out your mouth. “you’re all I could ever want, do you know how lucky I am?”. he spread you apart his tacky fingers thumping between your plush labia. “my love you’re my everything I truly mean that”. a consistent thwack! sound was heard as his words coated your ears. “she’s pretty noisy tonight huh?”, he said this in a teasing tone again embarrassment clawed at your skin. “you’re the only one who ever sees this side of me, foolish of you to think I’d want otherwise..”. this came out more sharp than he wanted but it was true.

“by the way I fired her after you left, I saw the moment you got upset so… don’t think I can’t read you, if anyone can pick up emotions changing it’s me”. for a moment you felt guilt knowing his childhood revolved around high’s and low’s. from a young age the quickest lesson michael learned was faces, and how to find the hidden paths it can reveal. you moved his hand away, causing him to swiftly pull away. “did I hurt you?”, you didn’t say anything instead you straddled him giving him a hug. “I’m sorry michael”, he held you tightly. “it’s okay” he giggled, “I’m not mad at you love” he pecked your shoulder.

“can I make you feel good? lease thing I can do” you nodded. “m’kay lay on my chest and open your legs”, you obeyed. his ear directly behind yours, “greedy girl wants me all to herself huh?”. his hand interlocking itself at your core, rubbing slow circles against your hardened clit. “hmph! m-m”, he laughed gently “can’t even get my name out?”. he slammed his hand onto your clit, “i wanna hear it tell me who this belongs to”. you yelped at the firm contact, “c-can’t”. you felt his eyes on you, “you mean to tell me..” his slow circles became faster, “all this whining you’ve been doing since I’ve got home..”. his hand glided down your slick arousal, one of his fingers tapping threatening to pop in your entrance. “and you can’t even say my name?”.

you winced at his shift in behavior ,“that’s fine I’ll get it all out, you just relax”. he pumped two curved fingers into your warm gummy walls, shielding sense of touch. “maybe it’s up here?”, you gripped his right arm digging your nails in harshly. “no? not here” he pushed in further, your wetness swishing back into its self. “michael please”, your back arched propping yourself up. “there it is”, tears fell from your eyes as you babbled incoherent words. “come on sweet girl you can let it out I’m right here.. let me see”.

your mouth watered he felt so deep inside you, he was mushing on your weak spot tenderly. you could feel his heart pounding on your back, and god if only you knew how much sloppiness he was shoving in and out your hole. he genuinely would do this all night if you asked. seeing your eyes roll back, you barely being able to get a word in and the deep red marks carved into the white markings on his biceps made it all worth it. “I’m c-cu” he peppered your cheek in kisses, “I know pretty I see it”. he cooed once again. your body immediately felt limp, as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you okay?”, he pushed your hair out your face. nodding you turned back into fetal position as nothing, but cum flowed out your pussy and down your thighs. michael slightly felt like a perv, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching this in the mirror. your body automatically pulsing it out of you, a thick slimy splotch encased your vulva. “m’okay” you pecked his chest. he opened the nightstand grabbing a fresh towel, “I know you’re sensitive but I have to clean you up”. if he looked any longer he was going to overstimulated you for another hour. you parted your legs while he dragged the fabric until, you were more so damp than soaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

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

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

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

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

M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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