Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Kiya glared him and returned his slap back to him. "From all angles unlike you chimpanzee", She made face. "Guys, he is my bodyguard Micheal Abel.", Anisha introduced stopping their war. "Oh my, that is really hot you know...I love Michael.." "Oh Ms.Dreamy he was the god of dance Michael Jackson and here he is just a puppet ..a new puppet of our princess okay." , Alex again butted in, clearly he didn't like her friends drooling over a person like him. "Are you envious chimpanzee?", Kiya quipped intentionally triggering him, gosh she was enjoying his pissed off expressions.

my nose begin to perceive the sweet-scented blood then my eyes begin to widen and my fangs slowly come out, but then I hit the top of my head quickly, took my textbook without saying another word I ran away from him. I usually take the bus home, so im sited right next to Frankie,I mean can you blame me? she's my only friend which make her my best friend. " So...I saw you and Mike today" she said playfully hitting me on my shoulders " Who's Mike?" " Come on don't tell me you don't know Michael" " Michael Jackson?" She let's out a laugh" You're funny, but no.Michael is our star football player, today he got injured during practice "That explains his bleeding arm from earlier " what happend,d

Jack put his glass down and said, “Come on. Tell me what happened.” “Nothing, really.” Michael shunned the topic. “You told me that you love your fiancee. Why do you regret it now? By the way, Lendon Martin’s girlfriend is also a daughter of the Miller family?” Jack queried. “Yes, she is the one I love, but they pushed me to marry her sister. I appreciate that Lendon Martin ruined the party.” Michael sarcastically uttered. “Oh crap!” Jack was shocked, “So the girl you like is Lendon’s girlfriend?”

Back then, I'd imagined he and I grew up in the same situation and bonded over that. Thinking about basketball made me think back to Michael. Now I wasn't just fantasizing about a pretend Nick, but also a real memory of Michael. His large hands were covering the sides of my face and bringing me closer to him. I could almost feel my lips pressed to him, and I moaned aloud. It echoed around the bathroom and spurred me deeper into my fantasy.

"So good, baby." "I know, love," I said hoarsely. "You feel amazing." Tonight was just about us. I wasn't his Dom, and he wasn't my Sub; we were just Jackson and Michael rekindling our souls in the 5th dimension, strengthening our bond. "I'm gonna cum," Jackson announced, panting, his eyes losing focus. "Oh...mmmh, Mich, I'm cumm-"

I reached up and threw my arms around his neck, squeezing the life out of him as I chuckled. "My Goddess, I love you Michael! " I said then pulled away from him. "Thank you!" I said and he gave me a half smile, almost smirking and smiling at me at the same time. "I love you too you little shit! All jokes aside, I'll gladly stay with you until it's time." Michael said as he got serious. I swallowed the lump in my throat. pushing it down, Not wanting to cry anymore. "Go be with your mates!... Who knows, Garrick might be more twisted than we think and send you back in a pink tutu. Your mates won't want anything to do with you after that!"

“You two have been… talking about me?” Mirabel stepped close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “We want you. All of you. Rough. No limits. No safe, boring vanilla sex. We want to tie you down and use you until you forget your own name. And once we start… you’ll belong to us.” The raw confession hit Michael like a punch. He’d fantasized about them , their laughter, their bodies, the way they moved together but never imagined they wanted him like this. His cock stiffened instantly in his jeans, betraying him.

She stands her ground with a maturity beyond her years even though her skin grows warmer in hue with unexpressed anger. I don't know why, but I think she hates me with the certain clarity of someone informed well enough to believe she is right. Someone has told her things about me, but who? And then things click into place. This must be Michael. His promised revenge delivered in the form of a pretty little package. But how would he know about Jessica? How would he get close enough to make her come here and defend Hunter's honor? Jessica Jackson is a superstar celebrity. Michael has no place within her social circle. She should be so out of his league that she'd be untouchable.

"Michael, I want you to become a cocksucker for me! I want to see you suck another man's hard cock. I want to watch as you lick a hard cock, and then watch it slide into your sexy mouth and see your cheeks draw in as you begin to suck... to hear your man lover moan as you suck... OH, baby, I am so wet right now thinking about it...please, baby, I want to see another man's erect dick sliding back and forth in your lips - knowing soon you will be swallowing.....ooooooooohhhhhhh.... his sticky load!" Kim moans as she is getting off talking about her fantasy. Kim is pulling on my hard nipples and stroking my pre-cum coated erection. I reach down and slide my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. K

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."