Michael Jackson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

This motel must be really old and out dated by the looks of it . " What happen friend ? " The lady points to Jace , looking suspicious . " He just got drunk and passed out " He laughs awkwardly . When the lady looks confused by what Michael said , Michael enacts the process of drinking and then passing out in less than 5 seconds . I stifle my laughter by clamping my hand over my mouth and recieve a glare from Michael in the process. " She must have thought we kidnapped him . Little does she know , the only one kidnapped here .. is me " I sigh and flip my hair for an extra dramatic effect .

Michael's back was turned toward her, so he is unaware of her presence. "Ah, there, Michael!" The woman hissed when Michael went deeper. "Oh God, you're so tight!" growled Michael as he went faster, making her moan louder. Diana's heart ached when she saw that scene. She didn't think that Michael would cheat on her, let alone have sex in their bed! She really wanted to approach Michael and keep him away from her. But what can Diana do except watch them while holding back her tears? The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax.

“I'm... I'm sorry. That... that came out wrong.” “No it didn't, Matilda. You meant every word because deep down you believe that Seraphina and I had sex. My word means absolutely nothing to you. And I am so fed up because what I never wanted to happen is actually happening to us right now. Your sister is coming in between us. And you are the one letting her do this. I can't stay here.” Michael goes into the bathroom and comes out with his things. He picks up his clothes from the floor and starts to get dressed.

I just had to come up with an excuse to lie to my boss's wife. Mikey sighed, he threw his phone on the sofa and went back to bed. The girl was still fast asleep, sometimes the eyebrows on her smooth, sweat-stained forehead were slightly furrowed, her mouth mumbled to say something, but could not hear clearly, her face showed an expression fear. Mikey lay down beside her, reaching out and patting her arm like a comforting baby. The girl naturally rolled a little, crawled into his arms, and slept soundly. The warmth from the girl's breath, plus the very special scent on her body made him feel like his body was on fire again. What the hell is going on with Mikey? He asked himself, but then coul

"You look very bright and beautiful, my darling pup. But you are not wearing any shiny things tonight. I expect more shine." Joe stops moving in his arms. A hot, dark feeling grows big in his stomach. "Your date looks much brighter," Joe says. The jealous feelings take over his tongue. Michael stares at him, his eyes full of joy. "You mean Rebbie Jackson? I will tell her you say she is pretty." Joe pushes away from Michael's big chest. He comes back to his senses. How does Michael always do this to him? Joe thinks Michael Jackson is born just to make him mad. Michael can push Joe's buttons better than any wolf in the world. Joe should never say yes to this dance.

I've been drinking milk since young, so my body is far more mature compared to my peers. When I'm 18 years old, my protective older sister, Yvonne Gibson, is worried that I might get my cherry stolen by others via trickery, so she specifically asks her best friend, Jasmine Joyner, to take care of me. But during our first meeting, Jasmine's gaze never leaves my crotch. After my graduation, I lead a double life. During daytime, Jasmine is my boss. At night, I'm her bed partner. Throughout our four-year secret relationship, I'm slowly molded into the lover Jasmine likes the most. Four years later, Jasmine's ex-fiance, Ethan Sawyer, has returned to the country. She quickly jumps out of bed

giddy. He looked like a kid who had just been told he could have dessert for breakfast. I just nodded, a small smile to my face. “But…” The excitement dropped. Then his brows knitted back together. “Does this mean you’ll let other men… touch you?” “No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. I forced a light, airy laugh. “Not like touch me touch me. Besides, this is mostly for you, Michael. I’m just exhausted from the fighting.” I let my voice drop, making it sound sweet and tired. “I just want to see you happy. I want us to be okay.”

“Continue, Michael. Don’t stop.” Michael does it again, and again, and again. He’s teasing me, loving the way I chase his mouth anytime his tongue delivers an incomplete stroke. He’s so good at this, like he has done so many times before and is ready to do it a thousand times more. Well, as long as he remains my fiance, his future practices should better be with me. Wait, am I jealous? “I must really be doing a bad job if you’re so lost in thought, baby,” Michael breathes out, his mouth immediately closing around my clit and sucking.

Mikaella Immediately she got home, she let her legs sprawl over the bed. Tonight, she felt carefree. She felt like a teen all over again. Not a mother nor a wife to an ungrateful husband, but a teen. It was not her intention to make a fool of people at the party but Marcus wouldn't stop. Just to prove a point, he had poured hot cheese on some guy just to prove that the whole event was infact filled with snobs.

Michael eyed Jackson. "I can't," Jackson said through gritted teeth. "These seated are fucking hard." "Like my dick, right?" Michael smirked when Jackson visibly blushed, though irritated by his man's statement. "Earth to the couple," I waved my hand up. "Third wheel over here," "Sorry, princesa," Jackson said, shifting around. "Don't mind me, I'm nursing the aftermath of tempting the beast." He threw a glare at Michael, who smiled slyly.