After the unfortunate events during the shooting of the 1984 pepsi commercial Michael befriends an unlikely girl in the hospital. And there starts the beginning of their very tumultuous journey.

In a high school sex-ed class, two strangers-stern, mysterious Michael and sharp-tongued Jasmyn-get paired to raise a fake baby. What starts as a simple grade turns into something deeper, messier, and strangely intimate... but neither of them can admit what's really building beneath the surface.

"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⠀⠀ ╱⠀ 'michael⠀⠀⠀ JACKSON⠀⠀⠀[ . . . ] ⠀⠀⠀ ❨ ִׄ 𝖏𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 桑. · 𝐥℣. ℕ𝖨𝖦𝖧𝕋. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ( michael jackson romance fic. ) ᨳ ׄ ׅ ꒰ 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡ã𝑔𝑒 只⠀　✦　˚ Deep in my enemy I find my lover;

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ part 1: THRILLER & THRAD era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected and (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1983 grammys night.

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