#mj fanart

[itsjuyced1]

Speed Demon 🔥

[linaaaa50mj]

After Hoursº

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Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’re his professional assistant. Smart, put-together, and quietly obsessed. He’s smooth, slow, dominant—but sweet. It’s a late night at the office. And this time… you don’t walk away.

Tags: Confusion, Jealousy, Anger, office Love, Overstimulation.

TW: anticipation, Sex, orgasm, p in v, and other sexual orientation.

Requested: No/ Yes

Word count: too lazy to look

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You’ve worked for him for almost two years.

Michael.

Your boss.

The man whose voice alone makes you shift in your seat.

He’s never so much as brushed your hand, never called you anything but “Miss,” never looked at you for longer than was appropriate—but you’ve seen the way his gaze lingers when you leave his office. You’ve felt it. Like static in the air. Like a storm that refuses to break.

He’s gentle when he speaks. Polite. But behind it, there’s a current. Something low and steady, something restrained. And you’ve spent far too many nights thinking about what he might sound like when he finally lets go.

Tonight, you’re working late. Just the two of you. Everyone else has gone home, but the soft lamplight from his office still glows across the darkened floor.

You sit at your desk, typing. Trying to focus.

You hear the quiet creak of his office door open.

“Still here, Miss?” His voice is low. Smooth. Warm as silk.

You turn. “Just finishing the quarterly summary.”

He steps into the soft light. Black slacks, crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, tie loosened. His jacket’s off. His collarbone shows. His hands—long fingers, graceful—hold a glass of something amber.

You watch his throat as he drinks.

“I’ve told you,” he says, moving closer. “You work too hard.”

You smile tightly. “Comes with the job.”

He leans against your desk, just beside you. Close enough to feel the heat from his body.

“You always do more than the job,” he murmurs. “Always going above and beyond.” His gaze lingers on your mouth for half a second too long.

Your breath catches.

It shouldn't

He notices.

“You know,” he says, setting down his glass. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Your voice is tight. “Sir?”

His eyes lift slowly, locking with yours. Dark. Heavy.

“I think it’s time we stop pretending.”

Your heartbeat slams in your chest.

“I’ve watched you bite your lip when you think I’m not looking,” he murmurs. “I’ve seen the way you cross your legs every time I say your name. I’ve been very patient, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

You freeze.

“Michael…”

“Mm.” He steps behind you. You feel his presence at your back. “Say it again.”

You do. Softly. “Michael.”

A warm breath against your ear.

“I like when you say my name like that.”

He leans down, his mouth at your ear, his hands slowly trailing over your shoulders, fingers grazing your arms.

“Stand up,” he murmurs.

You do. Slowly. Breath shaking.

He walks around, facing you again. His gaze drops, devours. “You’ve been keeping this body hidden under pencil skirts and blouses for how long now?” His tone is still soft. Too soft for the words he says next. “You think I haven’t imagined what’s under there?”

You swallow hard. “I’ve imagined it too.”

His eyes flicker. And that’s it.

The dam breaks.

His hands are on your hips, pushing you back against your desk. You gasp as you feel the hard surface at your spine, his body warm and solid against yours.

“I’m gonna be good to you,” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your neck. “You want that?”

You nod. Eyes fluttering closed.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “I want it. I want you.”

He groans, low and deep, before his lips crash to yours—hot, hungry, and completely in control. His tongue parts your lips and you open for him, whimpering as he tilts your chin up, dominating the kiss, his fingers sliding down your body to your thighs.

“You’re already trembling,” he murmurs against your lips. “That turn you on? Letting go at work? Knowing you’re mine here?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

He lifts you up onto the desk, hands firm under your thighs. You wrap your legs around him instinctively.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he growls. “Every late night. Every time you bent over to file something. Every single damn time you said ‘sir’—I’ve been imagining what you’d look like begging for it.”

“I am,” you whisper. “I’m begging.”

He smirks. “Not yet, baby. But you will.”

His hands slide up your thighs, under your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties. His fingers press lightly through the fabric—you’re already soaked.

“Fuck.” His breath shudders. “You’re soaked for me. You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?”

You nod, desperate. “Please, Michael…”

He slowly slides your panties aside, two fingers gliding through your folds. He groans again, kissing you deeply as his fingers circle your clit with slow, delicious pressure.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “So wet, so warm. And all mine now.”

You moan, hips rolling into his touch. “Please…”

He slips one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right, dragging moans from your lips as he works you open.

“You feel that?” he whispers. “That stretch? That’s nothing, baby. You’re gonna take all of me.”

You cry out, already so close. But he pulls back. Smirking.

“Not yet.”

He drops to his knees.

“Let me taste you first.”

You can’t speak. You just nod, trembling as he hooks your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs.

His tongue is wicked. Slow circles, firm strokes, teasing flicks until your hands are in his hair and you’re gasping his name like a prayer.

He moans into you. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

You’re panting, thighs shaking, so close—

And then he pulls back again.

“Michael—!”

He grins. “I want you to come on my cock.”

He stands, unbuckling his belt. You watch, wide-eyed, as he drops his pants, his thick, heavy length springing free.

You gasp. “You’re…”

He smirks. “Big? I know, baby. But you’re gonna take it. Every inch. I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit at your desk tomorrow.”

You moan helplessly, pulling him in.

He lines up with your soaked entrance, eyes locked to yours.

“You ready?”

You nod, trembling. “Please, please…”

He pushes in—slowly, deeply, stretching you with every inch. You cry out, clutching him, and he kisses you through it, whispering sweet nothings.

“That’s it. So good for me. So tight. Taking me so well.”

Once he’s buried to the hilt, he pauses. Lets you feel it.

Then he pulls back, and slams in again.

You scream.

He starts fucking you hard. Deep. His hand gripping your throat lightly, just enough to keep your eyes on his.

“Look at me,” he growls. “Wanna see your face when I wreck you.”

And wreck you he does.

Over and over, his hips slam into you, desk creaking under your bodies, your moans echoing in the empty office. “You feel what you do to me?” he pants. “Can’t think straight around you. All I wanna do is bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.”

You sob his name, nearing the edge again.

“Come for me, baby. Right now. Let me feel you.”

Your body tightens, explodes, pleasure crashing through you in waves as you come hard around him.

He groans, slamming deep one last time, and you feel him spill inside you, his breath ragged, hands shaking.

Afterward, he holds you close, forehead against yours.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You nod slowly, dazed. “More than ok”

He grins. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

[beanbag0509]

DAY 24: EARTH SONG

“what about children dying? can’t you hear them cry?” 🌳

[venvenpeaces]

Are u ok, Annie? 😉✨️

[nisreensartworld]

I drew Michael Jackson 🌻

[gabiithirtysix]

✨ My 2nd MJ Digital Drawing✨

[444m777]

So like… I bought this “how to draw” book and I’m at lesson 4. No way am I near the “now you can draw someone’s face” section of the book but aside from following the lessons and practicing I allow myself “play time” and I try to draw Michael. This is my 3rd time drawing him. And I feel comfortable sharing this one (I’ll make a video or collage of the first 2 attempts and maybe future ones as well)

Go easy on me. I just saw a pic and started drawing🤪

I kinda want to cry. But I’m more excited. Never in a MILLION years did I think I could do something like this. NEVER! I guess I should’ve never said never lol. It’s never too late to pick up a skill/hobby

[honeyydoodle]

MJ Sonny Angels PART TWO: Hippers :,)

[vikkiedraws20]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Our Great King Of Pop, Michael Jackson

[blitheringbongus]

Wife

[craftythebitch]

Dulcet 🌻

I wasn’t even gonna share this, but I put it on Twitter [never calling it X] because I actually have a few mj-artsy connections on there and the post is doing way better than any of my other drawings, so … here you go 🫡

[beanbag0509]

DAY 15: BILLIE JEAN

“she called me to her room” 🛌

[venvenpeaces]

Happy Lunar New Year 2576 🐍🧧

Pose Reference: @s_ugar_s_lave

[nisreensartworld]

MJ on Stage

Ballpoint Pen on Paper

[444m777]

Really having fun with my “play time” aside from learning how to draw in general. I look forward to going through the art lessons but the best part is finishing a lesson and picking an MJ pic to draw and freaking out while doing it but then being super proud of myself when I’m done. I’ve been so busy with work and being promoted to manager I’m still getting used to juggling everything outside of that. But I’m not gonna stress tew much. I got to draw and I’m sharing it too something I normally would be cringing and vomiting and sliding down the walls about

[honeyydoodle]

MJ Smiskis for you <3