Michael Jackson Imagines

A little phone chat😉

Ding!
I look down at my phone and the picture of my cutie pops up next to a text
"Good evening plumberry"

"Hmm" I reply

"Hey, that's not fair don't I get a good evening? or a how was your day or you're the best sex I've ever had?"

"Optimistic much aren't we Jackson? good evening"

"Someone's in a bad mood today. What made my booboo sad?"

"You"

"Me!"

"Yes, I dreamt of you last night and since then I miss you so bad"

"What was I doing in your dream that you miss me so bad (sly smile)"

"Dream on, I'm not going to tell you"

"Well then I'll tell you what I'm thinking about right now"

"Right now! Aren't you supposed to go on stage in like 15 minutes?"

"That's not gonna stop me from thinking about you in that red lace panty...man you sure look hot in those. The way that silk fabric brushes against your soft butter like skin. How your nipples pop up when I touch your breasts over that smooth fabric of the red bra"

"Come back to reality Mr. Jackson. I'm sure the king of Pop won't want his general standing in attention while he's performing on stage"

"You're such a mood spoiler"

I could feel Michael frowning in disappointment so I decided to tease him.

"Well guess what I'm wearing right now" I'm just finishing what he started I think to my self giggling softly as I press send

"No! *panting like a dog*"

"Well it's red and lacy and kinda tight fitting"

"Girl don't tease me. I really have to go on stage in 5"

"Ouch, it's sooo tight, guess I might remove a hook"

"Don't you dare!"

"Oops I was just loosening the hook but the whole bra came off"

"I want you right now"

"It's so chilly. Not good for my bare breasts. I'm trying to cover them with my hands but my middle finger keeps tingling my nipples"

"Ughhhhh Baby I'm hard...shit Frank's calling me, gotta go"

I smiled happily. I had gotten my revenge and man was it sweet!

*Six hours later*

Ding!, Ding! I see two messages from Michael. Guess the concert's over. Wonder how it went though.

There's a picture, of him in golden pants, followed by a text: "See what you did to me! Now be ready to answer the general. Show's over. Flying home. Be prepared!"

"I'm kinda sleepy Mikey jack, I think I'll be asleep by the time you get home" I chuckle as I hit send. I know this will piss him off.

"Don't you dare be asleep when I come home! Baby I really want you and tonight I'm going to make love to you like never before"

"You can "make love to me" but I'll be sleeping all throughout"

"We'll see about that. If you can sleep or walk straight for the next few weeks then I will stop moonwalking"

"Jackson! You're a wicked wicked person☺️☺️☺️ " I blush wildly thinking about what he would do tonight. I'm excited, but also a bit scared. Michael might seem like the shy guy and he is in the beginning but once he starts the "performance" he's a beast, insatiable and because of being accustomed to hours of dancing non stop, he does not get tired either. Sex with Michael is like a buffet you have it till you're full and then you have to tell him to stop coz you're too tired now.

I remember the night he'd given me five orgasms back to back till the soul was sucked out of my body and I couldn't take it anymore. I plopped on the bed EXHAUSTED but feeling heavenly. He lay down next to me and cuddled me tight.
"Are you tired Mikey?" I asked sleepily.
"A bit...but I wouldn't mind doing it once more"
"Really!!!" I exclaimed in total shock. Here I was not sure if I would be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning and this man had the energy to do it once more!

My knees go weak thinking about that night as well as anticipating what he would do today.

I hear the door bell ring. I had asked Martha to open the door so I could pretend to be asleep. There's silence for sometime and then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and towards the bedroom. I lift the sheets and get under it pretending to be asleep. The door opens and I peek slowly to see Michael standing there...still wearing his golden pants!!!!
Shit! I whisper softly. This is going to be one hell of a night, I think pulling the covers over my head as he slowly walks to the bed...