michael’s daughter!reader

summary: you’ve had complicated feelings towards the biopic, but the first time you visit set and see your cousin in full costume as your dad, feeling like you’re seeing your dad again for the first time in years, it brings you to tears themes: angst, hurt/comfort, family fluff authors note: from this request. it's not connected to my michael's daughter au series, because in that series michael will be alive! hope you enjoy!

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: You're in the audience the night Tatiana kisses Michael. Only a month or two into the relationship, your fears get the better of you and your thoughts become loud enough for even Michael to hear. Content/Warnings: Overthinker!Reader, Established Reader, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Michael being a patient gentleman Word Count: 2.4k

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A/N: Immediately thought of that reaction clip of Camila from Daisy Jones and the Six when I got this request

You had originally thought that surprising Michael at one of his concerts was a good idea. In fact you had been looking forward to the little surprise appearance all week, anxiously looking forward to seeing the look on his face when you appeared backstage afterwards.

You and Michael had just recently made things between you official after months and months of excessive flirting, longing looks, and lingering touches. Things had been going very smoothly despite the fact that you had gotten together with Michael in the midst of touring. He was still eager to talk to you after shows, even if it was over the phone and thousands of miles away. But you also knew how badly he wanted to see you in person, and the same could be said for you.

So you had secretly been planning the trip with Bill for almost a week, which was shockingly way more difficult than you had thought it would be. The planning itself wasn't the issue, the issue was keeping it a secret from Michael. Each time he called, you felt yourself bubble up with excitement, wanting so badly to tell him. It was especially difficult when he sounded so desperate over the phone, whining into the receiver about how badly he wanted to simply wrap his arms around you. But you had held out.

And now, you stood in a private section of the ginormous stadium that was Madison Square Garden. The concert was absolutely insane, in the most Michael way possible. Everything was perfect, from the lights, to the booming sound of his voice, to the sharp movements that could be registered even in the nosebleeds. Michael was absolutely radiant on the stage, making you the proudest woman on the face of the earth. And while you loved seeing him perform, you also couldn't wait for the show to end so you could finally show yourself and complete your little surprise. You felt on top of the world, like the night was going to be absolutely perfect.

You screamed loudly as Michael quicly left the stage after performing Bad. It was almost time. All he had left was the encore, which consisted of two songs: The Way You Make Me Feel, and Man in the Mirror. Your body felt like it was radiating with pure joy, pride, and excitement.

As quickly as those feelings had arrived, they had vanished. You felt the warmth from your body slowly drain as you watched Michael and Tatiana perform TWYMMF. The unease had slowly crept up your spine as you watched Tatiana dance with Michael a little too close for your liking.

You had tried to push away the nagging feeling, telling yourself it was choreo obviously. This was her job, they were both doing what they were supposed to, nothing was going to-

Oh.

You felt all remaining warmth evaporate into thin air as you watched Tatiana press her lips right against Michaels. It lasted maybe 2 seconds, but that was enough time for you to suddenly doubt your decision in coming here. You watched Michael smile and carry on with the song as if nothing had happened.

Was this routine? Was it a part of the choreo? Surely if it was he would have told you... right? Had they just added it recently? But why? Did Michael make it a point not to tell you? Did he want this to be some sort of secret and that was why he hadn't flown you out to see the show yet? If that was the case then had you done something? Why hadn't he told you? Why was she kissing him? Why did he smile? Had you maybe misconstrued his true feelings for you? Was he already regretting his decision to make things official? Did he even want to make this official or had you put too much pressure on him? Did he want this anymore, had he even wanted it at all? What was wrong with you? Why hadn't he told you? Why did you come here? Was all of this a mistake? Why-

A tap at your shoulder pulled you from the thousands of questions bombarding your head. A security guard quickly explained that the show was over and that you were to be escorted back stage immediately.

You swallowed thickly, slightly dazed from the storm in your head. The excitement was gone, now replaced with fear and anxiety. Maybe this was a bad decision. Maybe you could slip away unnoticed, go back to the hotel and try to collect yourself. Surely there was still time to disappear before Michael even-

The sound of your name falling from Michael's lips pulled you from your mind. You blinked, finding yourself already backstage, Michael only 3 yards from where you stood.

God, he looked as beautiful as ever. Curls damn and messy, pulled back into a low ponytail. His white shirt stuck to his chest in a way that made your mouth water. And his face was bright with a mix of shock and pure delight as he took you in.

Before you knew it, Michael had you wrapped up tightly in his arms, crossing the small distance at lightning speed. He lifted you up slightly, laughing with a sort of jubilation you weren't sure you had ever heard from him before.

Your arms instinctually wrapped around his neck, most of the doubt leaving your body in an instant. Most.

Michael let out an airy laugh, setting you down and taking in your face. His eyes darted around you like a ping pong ball, still in disbelief at the sight. "You're- how are you- you're actually here!" He stopped and started, unable to find the right words.

You smiled up at him, arms still locked around his neck. "I'm here, Mikey."

Another wave of pure glee washed over his face. His hands came up to cup your face as he planted hundreds of kisses all over your face.

You felt some of the tension in your body fly away. You couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your face. This was definitely worth the long flight, even if you still had some doubts about yourself.

He pressed a long kiss to your lips, pulling away with a big "MWAH!" You both laughed. He took your hand and quickly pulled you to his dressing room. "How are you here?"

"Bill. I wanted to surprise you and he essentially planned out everything. All I really had to do was get in a couple cars and a plane."

Michael made a mental note to give Bill the biggest hug later. "Well, you certainly surprised me. I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to go to the hotel room to call you. Did you see the whole show? What did you think? Did you like it?"

As you recalled the show you tensed slightly. Just a millisecond, but Michael noticed. "I saw the whole thing. You were amazing, Michael. No- more than amazing. Michael, you were radiant. I've never seen anyone own a stage like that the way that you did. It was absolutely spectacular."

He nodded, smiling despite a small voice telling him to inquire further. He gently shut the door to his dressing room, leading you over to the couch as he sat in the makeup chair.

"I'm glad you liked it. I've been wanting you to see it for so long! I just can't believe you're really here. I've missed you so much. And I missed you real bad before, but now that we're official, it's like this new desire to see you has taken me over. I wake up and I wish you were beside me in bed. I eat breakfast and all I can think about is what you're going to have."

You laughed slightly, watching him as his makeup artist began carefully wiping off his makeup and cleaning his face. "I've felt the same way. I've wanted nothing more than to simple have you beside me, and I figure if you can't come to me, then I'll come to you."

"Oh baby-" Michael smiled widely, turning his head to look over at you.

"Mr. Jackson, please keep your face still. The fast I get all this off you, the faster you can spend time with your friend." The makeup artist gave Michael a stern look.

Friend.

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. Deep deep down you understood what she meant, but with the kiss earlier, you couldn't help but over analyse it. Especially when Michael didn't correct her. Maybe he had had enough of you. Maybe he was just feeling bad that you had come out all this way to see him and that's why he was being so sweet. What if he really was tired of you? What if there was something special between him and Tatiana, and you had been too blind to see it and he was too nice to correct you? What if the makeup artist knew about it too and that's why she called you a friend? Was she trying to give you a subtle hint?

You felt stupid. Because despite all the questions clouding your head, you knew the logical thing to do was to talk to Michael about it. And you knew there was really nothing he had done to make you think all of this. He hadn't been the one to lean in, hell, it didn't even look like he kissed her back. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to fully internalize any of that.

And while you sat on the couch, half engaged in a conversation with Michael about how your job back in LA was going, Michael could see right through the autopilot you had going on. He could see there was a massive, raging, storm in your head, one that was taking his girl away from him even when she was right there in the room.

He needed to know what was going on, but he certainly didn't want you upset or embarrassed because of how many people were around. He would have to wait until the two of you were alone. So he signaled his artist to pick up the pace.

Once he was fully dressed and ready to go, he was quick to take your hand and drag you through the busy hallways. People quickly parted the way for him, well most people. Just as the exit came into view, he heard his name being called out.

He turned and found Tatiana quickly making her way over. He felt the way your hand loosened against his own, and saw the way your body tensed and your eyes found the ground.

He blinked, reality crashing in on him. The way you had tensed at the mention of the show, your slightly dull eyes, the way you were playing with the promise ring he had given you. It all made sense now that he was seeing Tatiana again.

She came over with a big smile, pulling him into a tight hug, holding onto him longer than he appreciated. "Amazing as always."

Michael gave her a polite smile, gripping your hand tighter and pulled you closer to him. "Thank you. You as well. This is my girl, the sweet one I've told you all about."

She looked over at you, eyes slightly wide. "Oh! It's nice to finally meet you. I was beginning to think Michael had made you up." She attempted a joke, which landed flatly as both you and Michael laughed awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you too." You kept it civil, deciding that bringing up their moment on stage would only make things more awkward. She seemed grateful you didn't mention it.

Michael was quick to excuse the both of you, stating that he was eager to spend some time with his lovely lady. She took the opportunity and practically bolted. Michael squeezed your hand, looking down at you, "Let's go, I've been dying to get a moment alone since I saw you."

The second the car door shut and Bill closed the partition, Michael took both of your hands in his. "I know what's going on in that head of yours."

You looked at him nervously, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I know you, baby. I know your mind, and I know the way you think. What I need you to understand is that there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Tatiana. That kiss was not part of the choreography, and she stepped way out of line. That was not part of the show and I wasn't aware she was going to do it." He rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand.

You nodded, eyes slightly glossy. "So- you're not tired of me?"

He shook his head firmly, "Not one bit. In fact, I can't seem to get enough of you. I meant what I said in the dressing room, I think about you all of the time. In fact, when I said that I was wanting to call you after tonight's show it was to tell you about what had happened. And then I saw you there and I was just so shocked and excited to see your beautiful face that it completely left my mind."

You bit the side of your cheek, face palming yourself. "Gosh, I feel like such an idiot. I knew it was nothing, truly I did. But I just- I don't know. I get in my head sometimes, and it just gets out of control. And I was embarrassed to even be thinking of some of those things, and I was scared that maybe I was right, and I just let it all go to my head."

Michael took your hands in his again, holding them tighter. "You're not an idiot. Far from it. But I need you to talk to me if anything like that happens again. You know you can talk to me when the thoughts get too much. Just like you're there for me when things get bad, I want you to be able to lean on me too."

You sniffled, smiling at him, "I will."

"Promise?" He held out his pinky finger.

You hooked yours with his, "Pinky promise."

Michael smiled, "Now come here, you look too good not to kiss."

He pulled you close, lips finding yours with ease. He meant it when he said he was truly dying to get even just a moment alone with you. By the end of the trip, covered in small love marks, you had decided you would be flying out to see him WAY more often.

michael had a heater at the end of the bed, not too close but enough to keep your body warm, since you complained about how cold you were earlier.

resting his hand over your head, you scoot closer to his touch. there was nothing more in this world that you wanted than his comfort, and he listened to that request. “how you feeling, tink?” michael mutters, his brows knitted together as he sits beside you, your stomach pressed against his back once the bed dips a little.

you clear your throat and lean your head up once he drags his hand down to your neck, rubbing it carefully. “really tired.” you sigh, michael nods and moves his hand over to the bowl of soup. you scoot up and press your back against the headboard, your body feeling weak and slightly hurting, especially in your jaw area.

your mouth felt a little dry, as if a filter had been covering it. michael scoops up some of the chicken soup, raising it to your mouth. closing your eyes, you blow on it before swallowing it, the warmth and rich flavor hitting your taste buds, the tension in your arms falling.

you hum and nod, a faint smile appears on michael’s face, opening your eyes you turn your head to cough a little before looking back at him. “that’s really good.” you express, michael chuckles and smiles widely, “oh good, i’m happy to hear that.”

michael continues to feed you, slow with his movements to make sure not to burn you. about five minutes, you were almost done with the bowl, now full and more tired than before. michael places it on the table and helps you get back into a comfortable posture, fluffing out your pillow and tucking you back in.

you stare up at him, as he does these things, michael walks over to his window and shuts it as the cold air begins to get stronger. michael comes back to you, standing over you before leaning down and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “i love you.” he mumbles, you smile and watch him turn the lamp off. “i love you too.” you whisper.

me to anything michael asks me to do.. im just a girllll and i listen very well 🥲🩷 (for big daddy only cause don't play boo.)

michael’s daughter!reader who goes by birdie more than her actual name. michael heard her singing around the house when she was little, told her she sounded as beautiful as a songbird. prince yelled out “birdie” and the nickname stuck ever since.

michael’s daughter!reader who is spoiled beyond belief but still humble. michael can’t resist spoiling his youngest daughter, but always reminds her that just because they’re privileged doesn’t mean they’re better than anyone else. 

michael’s daughter!reader who went to auntie janet’s dancing school of cuntology, and went on to be a majorette dancer in college, and has headlined plenty of major tours. 

michael’s daughter!reader who loves going shopping with her aunties latoya and janet making sure she keeps up with the latest fashions and giving them a small runway show in the fitting room. 

michael’s daughter!reader who is exceptionally close with her siblings. being born right between paris and bigi, she’s the perfect middle child. 

michael’s daughter!reader who is michael’s favorite child… at least that’s the running joke between the siblings. they all know michael would never actually pick favorites, but being the youngest daughter and sharing more noticeable vitiligo with their dad definitely earns birdie a few extra “favorite child” allegations from prince, paris, and bigi.

michael’s daughter!reader who loves her cousins genevieve, randy jr, jaafar, and jermajesty the most because they’re closest to her age (and if she’s being honest, their family is so large, they’re the only ones she can really keep up with)

michael’s daughter!reader who loves teasing her uncles and dad as they get older and don’t fully understand how to operate technology and social media

michael’s daughter!reader who’s very overprotective of her father, especially when it comes to the media. learning how horribly the press treated him in 80s/90s, birdie always says if you’re not gonna step to her father correctly, then don’t step to him at all. 

michael’s daughter!reader who’s never tried to hide her vitiligo. the patches on her skin just become another part of who she is, no matter how many ridiculous headlines the media writes. having a dad who understands that kind of scrutiny better than anyone means she grew up knowing she never had to apologize for something she couldn’t control.

𑣲𝄞 : when quincy leaves the studio, the tension between y/n and michael leads into more than just flashbacks.

𑣲𝄞 : mature themes, explicit, exes to lovers, praise, nicknames ‘mama, baby’, unprotected, !possessive michael, !dom michael, !sub reader.

𑣲𝄞 : wc is 2.5k words!

𑣲𝄞 : 18+! minors dni!

taglist: @sqrixm @prettygurljo @pixieelixer-24 @carouselgirl77 @emsownworld

(ngl i lowk hate this BAHAHABAHA)

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you watched quincy wave a dismissive hand, tossing his heavy headphones onto the mixing board before pushing himself up from his chair. “alright kids, m' stepping out to have a smoke.”

his voice echoed through your headphones before he reached down to adjust the console. “but.. m' leaving the tape rolling and the mics live. give me some raw adlibs while m' out.. yeah?”

your eyes instantly widened at the thought of being locked inside a soundproof box with michael while the microphones remained on. you knew that every conversation, every breath, and every sound would be caught on the tape forever.

“wait, q.. how long you gonna be?” you blurted out, your voice rising in pitch as you stepped closer to the glass. your fingers digging anxiously into the edge of your lyric sheet, leaving a crumpled dent in the paper.

beside you, michael leaned his shoulder back against the studio wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. your panicked question brought a slow smirk to the corner of his lips, his head tilting slightly as his eyes focused, tracking your nervous movements.

quincy shrugged, adjusting the collar of his jacket, oblivious to the thick tension behind through the glass. “depends on how good the air is out there, daughter. ten, maybe fifteen minutes.. who knows?” with a loud laugh, quincy turned on his heel and walked out, his silhouette disappearing down the hallway.

the silence inside the booth turned distinct the moment the door clicked shut, the weight of the isolation becoming overwhelmingly suffocating. you let out a long sigh, your shoulders dropping slightly as you slowly turned around on your heels to face michael.

“you're singing beautifully, y/n.” michael complimented, his smooth voice slicing right through the air as he left his side of the wall. he stepped closer, forcing you to look up at him. “so much passion... where did all that emotion come from, ma?”

the slip of that specific nickname, the private word he would moan against your skin while he buried so deep inside of you, when the blankets were tangled around your ankles and his body was pinning you into the mattress, made your breath hitch.

“i already said... m' just feeling the music, mi-chael.” you warned, a knowing tone to your voice as you deliberately dragged out the syllables of his name.

“just the music?” he raised his eyebrows, a daring spark flickering in his eyes as his hand slid slowly out of his pocket, his fingers reaching forward to trail along the edge of your lyric sheet where you had dented it.

he leaned in closer, shifting his weight until his frame blocked you against the wall, trapping you in the corner of the booth. “you’re not feeling me?”

your eyelashes fluttered, your gaze dropping instinctively to his lips before you let out a soft scoff. “still so full of yourself, huh?" you crossed your arms, even though you knew he was right.

a quiet chuckle left his throat, his breath fanning hot against your cheek. “and you still got that smart mouth, huh?” he tilted his head, a slow smile pulling at his lips as his eyes crinkled deeply at the corners with amusement, captivated by you entirely.

your gaze flicked toward the glowing red light of the recording equipment, which remained to be a warning of caution. but the memories of his hands on you, the warmth of your skin against his, and the flashbacks of what you had just been visualizing while singing those lyrics rushed back all at once.

you looked at up at him with a small smile. “don't lie. you used to love this smart mouth.” you bit your lip, your tone turning flirtatious as you leaned closer into his space. you let your palm rest against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his racing heartbeat beneath his shirt.

michael's eyes darkened, dropping to track the movement of your fingers as they lightly curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. “who said i still didn't?” he asked, his hand instantly leaving your lyric sheet to form a path up the curve of your waist, his thumb pressing possessively into the skin just above your hip.

a sudden noise from the hallway outside broke the trance as michael's gaze moved towards the studio door, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned in until his lips brushed your ear.

“we don't have long before quincy gets back..” he whispered, his thumb giving one firm squeeze to your hip before he reluctantly stepped back, giving you just enough room to breathe as he nodded toward the microphone. “you better finish your adlibs, mama.”

“you gonna help me feel the music again?” you asked innocently, your eyes dropping to his hands with a small smirk before you stepped up to the microphone.

michael didn't hesitate once the invitation left your lips, he closed the distance immediately, his chest pressing against your back. the intoxicating weight of his frame trapped you, pinning you forward as his hands slid down to hold your hips.

suddenly, the playback of your own main vocals filled your ears. “ah, i get so excited when i feel you touch my thighs...” you heard your vocals as you leaned into the microphone, michael's hand bunched the fabric of your skirt upward, gathering the material in his fist until his fingers found the skin of your inner thigh.

“touch my thighs...” you adlibbed into the mic, your voice fracturing into a shaky sigh as you felt his thumb drag higher, teasingly parting the damp lace of your panties.

it didn't take long before his fingers slid inside of you, the sudden warmth of his hands filling you making your knees buckle as your hands grappled onto the edges of the microphone stand to keep your balance. michael caught your waist with his other hand, holding you against him as his fingers began to move in a curling rhythm.

you gripped the mic stand tighter, trying to steady your breathing as the cue for your next line approached. but with michael's fingers moving inside of you, driving any thought of timing right out of your head.

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right under your ear, his breath hot against your neck. “keep going, ma..” he whispered as you bit your lip.

“baby, slow down cause imma be late for my ride...” your next line was right there, the beat dropping perfectly for it, but your hips twitched helplessly against his palm as his fingers curled deeper, finding the aching spot that made you gasp.

you were too lost in pleasure.

“i wanna ride...” you managed to choke out, the words trembling into the microphone as you bit your lip to hold back a moan. you tried desperately to catch the rhythm again, but he held you firmly by the waist, his thumb pressing right against your clit. “i... i wanna ride...”

“i'm feelin' faded out my mind...” your pre-recorded vocal played back through the headphones. you parted your lips, forcing your chest to breath steadily to do the upper harmony. “my mind...” you sang shakily, the high note fracturing as a helpless whimper escaped your lips straight into the microphone.

michael let out a low chuckle against your neck, driving his fingers deeper and sending a wave of pleasure through your center. "doing so good..." he praised you, pressing a small kiss against the skin of your neck.

his thumb kept a heavy pressure against your clit, his fingers curling inside you with a rhythmic movement that had your head rolling back against his shoulder as you fought desperately to catch your breath.

the next line needed a higher harmony, and you knew that. you tried your best to focus but michael could feel the trembling of your inner muscles gripping his fingers. he knew exactly how close you were. instead of slowing down to help you sing, his thumb rubbed faster against your clit while his fingers drove inside you in deep strokes.

you opened your mouth, desperately clinging to the melody just as the orgasm took over you. your walls tightened, convulsing around his fingers as an the intense rush of pleasure vibrated straight through your vocal chords.

“a little morning dew...”

your voice came through as you harmonized, but the note was warped by the climax. you managed to reach the high register, but the melody stretched and broke into a breathless vibrato, the lyrics wrapping around a raw moan of release. you held the pitch through desperation, but it was beautifully ruined, a cry of pleasure that the microphone captured instantly.

the track looped back into a soft bridge, but you couldn't even hear the music anymore. the intensity of the climax had left you completely raw, your brain only focusing on the pleasurable sensation between your thighs.

you were consumed by the need for him, the lingering ache inside you begging for something much thicker, much heavier than just his fingers.

“michael...” you whimpered, your voice a desperate whisper. you didn't care about the recording anymore nor the track, you were so overwhelmed that all you needed was him inside of you, needed that feeling that he gave you when you sang. “i need you.”

michael let out a low groan against your neck, as his thumb gave one last rub across your overstimulated clit, making your back arch as a needy gasp echoed through the empty studio.

"you want it that bad, mama?" he mumbled, his voice thick and undone by the sound of you begging. he unbuckled his pants with one hand, his chest pressing heavily into your back as his length brushed right against your opening. “need me to help you feel it again?”

“yes.” you sobbed out, the sound raw and unfiltered as it hit the microphone. your hips rolled back against him in a pleading motion. “please.. please make me feel it.”

he didn't make you wait anymore after hearing that. michael's hand gripped your hips with force, holding you in place as he guided his length inside of you, being careful despite how badly he wanted to lose control.

a breathless moan tore from your throat, the microphone capturing the second your voice cracked under the intensity of him filling you completely. your legs leaned forward, his chest pinning you against the mic stand as he began to move in a driving rhythm.

the track looped seamlessly into the chorus, the bass bumping as the cue for the melody hit your ears. michael’s hips kept up a relentless pace, burying himself deep inside you to claim every part of you once again.

“missed you so bad, ma.” he growled against your ear, his thumb digging into your hips to hold you steady against the force of his thrusts.

“keep singing.” he whispered, the raw tension in his voice matching the desperate strain in yours.

you gripped the microphone stand for dear life, your knuckles hurting from how strong your grip was as you forced air into your lungs, trying desperately to lock onto the pitch despite the overwhelming waves of pleasure rippling through your core.

“i-i can't...” you whimpered, your voice fracturing into the microphone as your eyes rolled back to the back of your head. “michael, i can't...”

“yes, you can.” he said hoarsely against your ear, stroking the sides of your hips reassuringly as he continued to pound into you. “sing for me, wanna hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

you bit your lip, trying to steady yourself as you took a deep breath. “it's something... 'bout that look you give me...” you started, your voice instantly catching on a high register. you tried to stabilize the notes, but the moment michael delivered a hard stroke, the melody broke. “makin' me feel... that young love inside- ah!”

the unscripted moan cut right through the track, perfectly aligning with the beat. you swallowed hard, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he rocked against you.

“mm, it's something 'bout that... feeling you give me...” you pushed the words out through clenched teeth, your hips twitching back against him. “i can't resist... them butterflies...”

michael let out another low groan, his pace quickening as he felt your walls squeezing tight around him. he was consuming you from behind, his larger frame pinning you forward as his heavy pushes forced helpless whimpers from your lips. “so good, baby. keep going.”

“mm, you need a woman... holdin' you down...” you gasped into the silver mesh, your hands gripping the stand lower down to steady yourself as you leaned heavily forward, your back arching deeply into him.

“whenever... wherever... howe-... i'll be right by your side...” you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the words out through your breathless throat, unable to do anything except hold your weight forward.

“see, i just wanna love you, boy... if you don't mind...” you whimpered, the melody dissolving into a sweet whine as he hit that perfect spot inside you again and again with depth. “just kickin' this little-... and he said...”

the rhythm reached an unmanageable pace, michael's thrusts became deep and desperate, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip as he buried himself inside of you over and over. “gonna fill you up now, mm?” he whispered, his voice raspy which only pushed you more to the edge.

your walls squeezed down in a spasm, clamping tightly around him as a loud whine tore from your throat straight into the live microphone. the intense squeeze broke him completely as michael let out a raw groan, his body shuddering slightly against your back as he poured himself inside you.

the headphones fell dead quiet as the track finally timed out, leaving nothing but the sound of your heavy pants echoing in the small room.

the acoustic door clicked, the sound of the handle turning sending a jolt of adrenaline straight through the booth. in a blurred second, you both scrambled, michael pulled away with a sharp sound, swiftly tugging his jeans up and fastening his belt while his other hand reached out to smooth down the crumpled fabric of your skirt.

you barely had time to slide back into a normal standing position, your hands instantly clamping onto the cold metal of the microphone stand to look like you were just reviewing the lyric sheet.

“alllright, m’ ready to hear it.” quincy walked in, flipping through a stack of track sheets, focused on the papers in his hands as he moved closer to the recording booth.

quincy finally looked up from his papers, glancing over at the two of you. he didn't say anything at first, his eyes just scanning the booth. you looked a complete mess, your cheeks were flushed a deep red and your lips were swollen from biting them.

both of you were still visibly breathing too hard, the heavy silence of the room punctuated by your shallow pants.

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req sent by ? anon : can u please do another like dads best friend michael? but said daughter is way more bratty when it comes to him and likes to watch him from afar and loves putting on cute fits for when he comes over. that one was too good

❛ dbf!michael jackson　𝑥　𝒻 black woc!reader ❜     ╱    𝓶.list 𓂋 mdni . can be seen as a continuation of this . & again i'd want to preface that michael did not know reader while she was a child, he met her father when she was 21+ . reader is a spoiled brat . stern!michael agenda . sneaking around . drinking . oral (m! and f! receiving) . pussy spanking . video call mutual masturbation . lowkey dumbification . cockwarming. raw penetration . reverse cowgirl . ℘ 3.481k

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dbf!michael . . . who knows what a massive brat you are. your father talks his ear off about how he raised a spoiled, entitled monster, seeking advice from his friend. which is exactly why he doesn't give into you, not even your freshly manicured hands (curtesy of you father's pockets of course) tug at the collar of his button up, glossed lips in a pout, and breast pushed plush against his chest. "uh huh, sweetheart, you've gotta work f'me."

💋🎙️🍸 Imagine this… you’ve been out all night when you should’ve been home hours ago. Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing, your screen flooded with unanswered calls and text messages. But none of it mattered. There was only one place you wanted to be—and only one person on your mind. You knew you had no business showing up at their door, yet somehow it felt easier to blame the reckless decision on the vodka still lingering in your system

Standing in the foyer with your back pressed against the wooden front door, staring at Michael’s gaze. Pressing his thumb into your jaw and feeling his tongue invade the inside of your mouth and whirl against yours—sealing the moment by sucking your tongue and pulling away

“What are you doing here honey?”

The alcohol clouding your judgment made it nearly impossible to resist whenever it came to mature!michael. Every ounce of self-control you had was slipping away. Swallowing hard, you looked up at him, your thoughts tangled between reason and desire

“I just need to taste it,” you whispered, your voice so soft it was almost lost in the silence

“So..” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickies from the crook up to the back of your ear, listening to you moan until his dick got hard “Last time wasn’t really the last time now was it?”

Judging by the look on Michael’s face, you knew he had something up his sleeve—but, truthfully, it was exactly what you needed from him

It was almost embarrassing to find yourself back in this position again, yet your body craved him too intensely to care. Any shame you might’ve felt had long since been drowned out by the pull he seemed to have over you

Before you knew it you were exactly where you wanted to be, in between his legs. Face covered in saliva and allowing him to fuck your face. Over and over again shoving his dick to the back of your throat while his head was forced back into the pillows on his bed “Just like that honey, fuck” he moaned

Bobbing you relentlessly. Just as he pulled his dick out he hissed tapping it against your tongue and lips until his cum came shooting out, using your face as his personal canvas

Before Michael even thought about moving forward he knew what came first. His favorite part wasn’t fucking you but eating you out. He loved the way your pussy clenched around his fingers and the way your fluids leaked all over his face, spilling all over his nose and lips

Whirling his face around in it and moaning at the satisfaction you gave him. Swallowing everything you offered. Moaning just from how good you tasted. On past occasions he’d eat your pussy long enough to make himself cum in his pants

Both of your legs spread apart, ankles touching his ears as he used his large hands to press into your thighs while he fucked you pitilessly. Ignoring all the whimpering and screaming, it only fueled his actions making him want to keep it up. Digging inside of you while his lips caressed your jawline and crook of your neck “There you go, good girl”

“Does he fuck like this? Hm?”

“You do it better”

All you could do was whimper and cry out for him to keep fucking you, and that’s exactly what he did. At one point Michael reversed positions and made you finish him on top so he could watch you fuck him & your fluids leak on him with each thrust, holding your hips in place and forcing you to ride him even though you had already orgasmed

Knees planted on both sides of his thighs as he bounced you up and down on his dick. Each thrust it seemed like you had gotten wetter than the last. Everytime you felt his dick slam inside you his tip was hitting your cervix “This is what you wanted right? So take this”

“Yes daddy”

Tears spilled out and your throat was raw from screaming all night, just then when he felt your walls clenching his dick he finally gave in and gave you one last thrust before cumming inside of you, forcing your hips to stay put while he came “That’s it honey” he moaned

Sliding off of his dick you swallowed the remaining fluids off his shaft until you were satisfied with your performance. Michael had a really big kink for watching you swallow his cum, often making him hard again and wanting to keep fucking you. Watch is exactly what he did. Biting his lip as you wiped your face off

As you begged for Michael to keep fucking you in backshots, hands tightly gripping his sheets and crying for more—your boyfriend was still blowing up your phone wondering why you hadn’t returned home almost two hours ago

Tags: fluff, established married life, domestic moments, father-son bonding. Really, really gentle.

A/n: it's been nearly a month since father's day and I wanted to end today's update with some fluff. This along with four other father's day moments has been in my draft for a month so if y'all liked this, I'll post the remnant as well <3

21 June, 1998

Sun seeps in through the thick purple curtains, bathing the luxurious bedroom of Neverland in a golden glow. The soft duvet bed surprisingly has a presence unlike the absence it wilts under during long-drawn tours and visits across the world.

A silver ornate crib is placed a few feet away from the master bed in which lies the sole reason that the inmates of the house have lost several days of sleep.

As in to prove the narrative true, a high-pitched cry emerges from the crib, evoking a tired moan from the bed.

“Your child today,” you murmur as you push at the arms around your waist.

Groaning into your neck, Michael mumbles half asleep. “Five more minutes, please.”

Prince continues to wail from the crib. You shove your arm at his side harder. “Michael.”

Michael hums deeply, sliding his hand up your waist and settles comfortably behind you. No response.

With Michael recording and experimenting various sounds for his next album, his attention has once again divided half between his work and family, like it has trended for the decade that you have been with him.

Deciding to let him sleep, you gently move his hand to the side, pausing when he briefly tightens his hold on you before relaxing into sleep again.

Sighing at the victory, you gently pad across the lush carpet covering the expanse of the wooden floorings. The sight of Prince in the crib scrubs away the fatigue and fill you with maternal love.

“Hi baby,” you coo with a smile as you lift him up. Briefly thrashing, Prince settles against your chest with his cries quietening enough.

“Is my prince hungry?” you ask, giggling as the tears finally stop. You rocks him side-to-side in your arms. The baby babbles as his previous fuzziness fades away.

With a quick clean and change of his dress, you hand Prince a teething toy that he takes to chew on with much glee. Still carrying him in your arms, your eyes catch the calendar placed by the bedside.

“Oh.” You face Prince with a growing beam. “Can we wish your daddy today, my baby?” Prince blissfully chews on his toy with wide eyes.

Smiling to yourself, you slowly sit at the edge of the bed. Michael continues to sleep with his head on his arm, his face lax and hair mused.

The moment Prince sees Michael he begins to clap his hands together. He points to him and goes, “Da da!”

Michael moves his hand to the two almost involuntarily. Prince reaches out to his hand, continuing to call out for his dad.

You laugh softly as you carefully place Prince on the bed. Immediately he crawls to Michael and pats on his face. “Da da.” When he remains asleep, Prince’s face droops. “Da da,” he whines, pinching him.

Michael's eyes crack open with a wince. Once he sees Prince, he softens. “Hi, baby.”

Stretching first, Michael lifts Prince up to his chest and sits him there. He faces you with a small smile. “Good morning.”

The sight of Michael with Prince lying on his chest — the fruit of love held by your husband is something you can never, ever resist yourself from adoring.

Leaning forward, you kiss Michael softly as you run your fingers soothingly on his scalp. Michael cups the side of your face with a hum. You murmur against his lips when he pulls away. “Good morning, darlin'.”

A tiny hand flails between the two, bursting the intimate bubble. Once your attention turns to Prince, he gets back to chewing on the rubber ring again. Laughing, you tuck the strands of his hair behind his ear.

You shift Prince and let him lie on his belly. Michael props himself against the bedframe, his eyes never leaving you and his son.

Lying next to Prince, you whisper loudly in his ear. “My prince, can we wish your daddy now?”

Amusement blooms on Michael's face as you pick Prince in your arms and settles next to him. Placing the baby comfortably in your lap, you look at Michael.

Moving Prince's tiny arms in the air, you speak for him. “Happy Father's day to you, Daddy.”

A misty look takes over his eyes when Prince wraps his hand around Michael's finger. He takes his son into his hands and lifts him high and up. “My sweet baby,” he coos when Prince's sweet giggles echo in the room.

Michael settles Prince against his shoulder, the one-year old grasping on to the soft fabric of his shirt. You join him near the bedframe and lean your head on his other shoulder.

“Happy Father's day, love,” you say to him. Since Prince's birth, Michael's entire self seems to have slowed down. Instead of disappearing into a recording session for eighteen hours, it has substantially reduced to less than twelve hours — which, knowing him is a victory to you.

Beside that, Prince has become attached entirely to Michael, enough that he refused to sleep if he wasn't around, much to your bewilderment and exhaustion. And to nobody's surprise, Prince's first words were da da. Michael was insufferable for a week after that.

Michael's breath tickles you as he kisses your forehead. “Thank you, love.” The kiss descends to your temple, then your cheeks and finally your lips. Your shoulders shake as you laugh softly into the kiss.

The moment winds down as Michael wraps his free hand around your waist. You curl closer to his side and watch as Prince lies comfortably against Michael's chest, curiously looking around with the chewing toy held tight in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you savour the quiet love around you.

Synopsis: Based on this request. Marlon flies you out to surprise Michael for his birthday, but before the celebration can begin, an unexpected turn changes everything

Warnings: Exhibitionism, smut, penetration, multiple orgasms, praising, consensual voyeurism

As soon as Michael left for rehearsals, Marlon quietly snuck you into his hotel suite and helped you decorate the room. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in nearly three months, and the distance had been driving you both crazy. Tonight wasn’t just about celebrating his birthday, it was finally about being together again

Taking a step back, you admired everything the two of you had put together. A colorful “Happy Birthday” banner stretched across the room, balloons filled every corner, and a beautifully decorated table had been set up with all of Michael’s favorite foods and desserts

Unbeknownst to you or the Jackson brothers, a change of plans had quietly unfolded. As everyone finished getting dressed and prepared to head out, Michael asked to be taken back to his hotel room, insisting that he wasn’t feeling well but truthfully he was just sad that today was his birthday and he hadn’t heard from you yet

“You sure you gonna be okay?” Bill asked , obviously stalling Michael

“Yeah I just wanna lay down for a while, don’t forget to drop those toys off please?”

As Michael punched in the code to his hotel room he was caught off guard by his dark it was inside. The curtains pulled back and not a single ray of light was shining through, shutting the door behind him with his foot while taking a deep sigh

As soon as Michael flipped on the bedroom light, he froze. His eyes scanned the decorations before landing on you

“Happy birthday!” you cheered shooting confetti in the air

Speechless, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His lack of words had you nervous that maybe it was all too much

“Baby…” he finally responded , tearing up as he walked towards you cupping your face—as if he wasn’t sure this moment was real

Tears filling his eyes as he squeezed you tightly and kissed your cheek repeatedly “W-How did you get here??”

“Marlon & I planned this about a month ago, you didn’t think I was gonna miss this did you?”

“Well to be honest I was kinda bummed out when I didn’t hear your voice this morning”

“Awww I’m sorry baby” stroking his chin with your fingers , making him blush uncontrollably

“I missed you so much” using his weight to guide you towards the bed as his hands roamed around your back looking for your zipper

“Mik-baby wait a second”

“It’s been months since I had you, no”

You protested multiple times but it was useless. Michael had his mind made up and you had quickly fallen into submission—you needed him just as bad as he needed you. Going months without so much as a kiss from one another had the both of you on edge

“Michael! Michael” you gasped clawing at the sheets “Baby I can’t cum anymore”

One hand gripping your hair and the other hand placed firmly on the back of your neck, body reacting to each harsh stroke Michael drove inside of you. Both of you covered in sweat

“C’mon baby just one more” he praised “One more for me please?”

“I haven’t seen you in months baby do you know how crazy I am about you?” He groaned “Fuck, I needed you”

Gaining your strength you propped yourself up using your elbows and spread your legs wider to give yourself leverage as you used your remaining strength to thrust yourself into Michael’s dick. The sounds of your skin slapping against his filled the room along with the combination of his wet dick constantly penetrating you from behind

Your moaning was music to his ears, months of having to hear you over the phone couldn’t compare to what he was hearing right now

Michael seemed surprised by your actions and gave you the opportunity to take lead—sticking his thumb in your butt and talking you through your pouncing. Smirking and biting on his lips seemingly pleased with your performance

As his head dropped backwards and his mouth opened slightly he could feel your walls constructing around him, knowing this was your way of trying to fight against the urge to orgasm again, smirking to himself and just the faintest chuckle he dug his fingers into your backside and pounded inside you until your body couldn’t resist the urge—forcing you to squirt all over him. He watched your fluids splatter onto his abdomen, chest, and mainly his shaft

You whimpered and cried out as you finally gave in and allowed Michael to overpower you, finally feeling his chest pressed into your back. He began thrusting just much slower and more emotionally driven, kissing your ear as each kiss caused you to shiver

“You should’ve known I wasn’t gonna let you give up that easy” he chuckled before kissing your ear again

“Daddy I’m done” you whined, hot tears spilling from your face

Michael hovered over you but not before kissing down your spine & continuously thrusting in you until finally he reached his peak, not even attempting to pull out but the complete opposite. His stance became weak and his whimpering was louder than ever “oh my god”

Finally collapsing next to you in bed he began pushing the wet strands out of your face

“You ruined my hair” you huffed

“It’s not that bad” Michaels tone was obviously condescending

You smacked your lips before lightly chuckling “Whatever”

“So what was so important that couldn’t wait till we got through with that?” He asked

Your stomach dropped and your eyes widened “shit!” You sprung from the bed and covered yourself in one of the white robes hanging in the room “uh—“

“What??” Michael standing from the bed and putting his pants back on

Taking a deep breath you walked over to the closet and opened it, revealing Jackie & Marlon holding your birthday cake waiting on your signal to surprise Michael

Michael looked like he was ready to crawl in a ball and die he was so embarrassed. He covered his face in his hands as his face began to turn red, he couldn’t face seeing his brothers like that. You had gotten so wrapped up in the act with Michael you completely forgot about his brothers hiding in the closet awaiting your signal

“Surprise?” You replied

“No thanks, I’ve been more than surprised by the both of yall” Marlon teased

Jackie was just full of giggles, everytime he looked over at you he’d laugh and point out your sweated out silk press

A/N: This took me so long to get out & I didn’t even attempt to proofread 💔

Synopsis: A stormy night. A visit that couldn’t wait. And a conversation neither of them was ready to have. Some wounds never truly heal… they just wait for the right moment to be reopened

Warnings: Reconciliation, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Drama, Emotional Distress,Happy Ending, Creampie, crying through it, talking through it, and praising.

Carefully pulling the thermometer from Ava’s mouth, your heart sank as your eyes landed on the screen

102.4°F

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as worry settled over you. You quickly replaced the now-warm ice pack on her forehead with a fresh one before brushing the back of your hand against her flushed cheeks and neck. She was still burning up, and despite everything you’d been doing to bring the fever down, it didn’t seem to be making much of a difference

“Baby you’re burning up”

Setting the thermometer aside, you reached for the bottle of children’s Tylenol and carefully drew up the correct dosage into the syringe

The moment Ava realized what you were doing, she rolled onto her side and frowned

“No!” she protested, shaking her head as she scooted farther back against the pillows

“C’mon baby you need to take something”

“I don’t want it!” She whined becoming more high rate

All day this had been going on, her on and off temper tantrums caused by her not feeling good and you were exhausted doing it all by yourself

“Ava, please, just take your medicine…” you pleaded softly, bringing the syringe toward her mouth. The moment it got close, she smacked your hand away

Children’s Tylenol splashed across the bed, leaving you staring at the sticky mess with an exhausted sigh

“I don’t want it! I want my daddy”

By this point Ava was having a full blown meltdown. Crying because she was so sick and now wanting to be comforted by her father. You couldn’t fight it anymore, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Taking a deep breath you exited her room and went downstairs to grab the house phone

Across town, Michael stood inside the recording booth one hand resting against his headphones as his foot tapped steadily to the beat. He listened intently, eyes shut tight, replaying the track for what felt like the hundredth time

No matter how many times he heard it, something still wasn’t clicking. It was driving him crazy

Just outside the recording booth, Bill stood talking quietly with one of Michael’s producers, both listening as the latest playback echoed through the studio.

Suddenly, the studio phone rang. Bill glanced toward the booth before quickly stepping over to answer it

“Hello?” he greeted, lifting the receiver to his ear

“Bill?? It’s me, listen I really need your help right now”

Bill’s expression immediately fell at the sound of your panicked voice. Your words came out rushed and broken, making it difficult for him to understand what you were saying. Without wasting a second, he turned toward the producer and motioned for him to kill the music. The studio fell silent as Bill pressed the receiver closer to his ear, his concern growing with every second

Michael pulled one side of his headphones off his ear, his brows knitting together in confusion as the music abruptly cut off. Looking through the studio glass, he caught the producer’s eye. The producer simply pointed toward Bill before giving a small shrug

Michael followed his gaze and immediately noticed the concern on Bill’s face as he stood at the phone

“Hey, hey slow down for me what’s going on?”

“It’s Ava,” you cried, your words breaking apart between shaky breaths. “She’s burning up with a fever, and I don’t know what to do anymore. She just keeps crying for Michael… I can’t do this by myself”

“Okay just try to keep yourself calm until we get there we’re leaving right now”

The two of you hung up the phone as Michael walked out the booth “Bill what’s going on?”

“It’s Ava, she’s sick”

Immediately the expression of worry washed over Michael’s face, causing him to drop his headphones and walk over to Bill “Is she okay??”

“She just said that Ava was burning up with a fever and real fussy looking for you”

Before heading to your house, Michael had Bill pull over at the nearest grocery store so they could pick up medicine, Pedialyte, children’s fever reducers, popsicles, and anything else Ava might need

The rest of the drive was agonizing. Michael’s knee bounced relentlessly as he stared out the rain-speckled window, replaying your panicked phone call over and over

He’d never heard his daughter that sick before, and all he could think about was getting to her

Just as you stepped out of the shower, the loud pounding at the front door made you jump

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Shit” you muttered under your breath.Hastily wrapping a towel around your body, you hurried downstairs, water still dripping from your hair. You pressed one eye to the peephole and immediately froze

Michael stood on the front porch, completely drenched. Rain poured relentlessly over him, plastering his curls to his forehead and soaking his clothes as he waited anxiously at the door

You quickly unlocked the front door before stepping aside

“I’m so sorry I just got out of the shower” you apologized.

Michael offered a reassuring smile as he thanked Bill, taking the remaining grocery bags from his hands before stepping inside

“It’s okay” he replied softly. You waved goodbye to Bill and thanked him for bringing Michael over before closing and locking the front door. Turning around, you found Michael already in the kitchen, quietly unpacking the grocery bags as if he’d never left

“How is she doing?” He asked

“Sick—if her temperature doesn’t break I’m gonna have to take her to the emergency room, but it’s hard for me to break it because she doesn’t wanna take anything”

“Well hopefully the stuff I bought works, the pharmacist said it was good for breaking fevers” he shrugged

A moment of awkward silence lingered between the two of you, Michael did his best not to stare at you basically naked but the temptation was rising, you caught into his lingering eyes and immediately became embarrassed

“I’m gonna get dressed, if you need anything just let me know”

Clearing his throat, Michael glanced at you. “I’ll walk up with you… for Ava,” he added quietly, feeling the need to clarify

Michael trailed a few steps behind you as the two of you climbed the staircase in silence. When you continued toward the master bedroom, he stopped outside Ava’s room, his hand lingering on the doorknob. For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to go in. Taking a quiet breath, he finally cracked the door open and slowly stepped inside

Hearing the bedroom door open Ava turned towards the sound, gasping at the sight of her father walking through “Daddy!”

Despite the fever burning through her tiny body and the soreness in her throat, Ava’s face lit up the second she saw her daddy. They wore the same crooked smile, as if she had borrowed it straight from him. Michael didn’t waste a second. Slipping off his jacket, he climbed into bed beside her “Hi Bambi, mommy told me you weren’t feeling good”

Michael had been calling Ava “Bambi” since the day she was born. The moment the doctors placed her in his arms, he couldn’t stop staring at her wide, doe-like eyes. With the softest smile he whispered “My little Bambi” and the nickname had stuck ever since

She shook her head no resting on Michael’s chest “I know how much you hate taking medicine but it’s the only way that you’ll feel better”

“Do I have to?” She pleaded

“Yes” he replied sternly “It’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better”

Michael reached for the bottle of children’s fever reducer, carefully reading the label before breaking the safety seal. After measuring the correct dosage, he twisted open a fresh bottle of orange juice and set it on the nightstand

“Come here Bambi” he whispered sliding an arm behind her shoulders to help her sit up. “I know it doesn’t taste good, but Daddy needs you to take this for me, okay?”

Ava’s watery eyes filled with tears as she gave a weak nod. Michael held the medicine to her lips, patiently waiting while she swallowed every drop before handing her the orange juice. He rubbed slow circles against her back as she took a few small sips, quietly praising her the entire time

“That’s my brave girl” he murmured brushing a damp curl away from her forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to her burning skin

You had just finished dressing yourself, throwing on one of your nightgowns that you normally wore around the house. But for some reason you found yourself feel conscious, as much as you tried to say it wasn’t because of Michael that’s exactly what it was. You even took it a step further and tried to make your hair look presentable

Afterwards you crept down the hallway to check on Ava & Michael, peaking inside the room you saw Ava cuddled under her father and laughing as hard as she could at her father putting on a puppet show, apparently before he arrived he stopped at a toy store and bought Ava new stuffed animals, her current obsession was a mixture of Bambi and tinker bell

You smiled to yourself watching them interact with one another, it almost made your heart ache that Ava couldn’t get this everyday because you knew how much they both loved each other

Giving them some privacy, you quietly went back upstairs and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the photo in your hands. It was the first time the three of you had gone to Disneyland together. Seeing the smile on Ava’s face as Michael carried her on his shoulders was enough to bring tears to your eyes

Before you went too far down memory lane a knock came from the other side of the door, quickly placing the photo back you semi yelled “come in” , of course it was Michael on the other end

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” He asked stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, watching you shake your head no

He took a seat next to you in bed, his awkward nature taking over as if this was his first time in your bedroom, nervous in his posture making you laugh “Michael you don’t have to be awkward, we’re very far from strangers”

“Right” he chuckled fixing his posture

“How is she doing?”

“She’s sleeping right now but I swapped out her ice packs and she took medicine so hopefully it starts to break soon”

“Thank you coming over here and helping me with her”

“That’s what I was supposed to do”

“Yeah but I know how busy you are with—everything” raising your eyebrows as you picked at your manicure

“That stuff isn’t more important than the two of you”

You could feel Michael’s eyes lingering on you, but you refused to acknowledge them. Instead, his attention shifted to the framed portrait you’d been staring at moments earlier

“Whaaat?” he chuckled, leaning across you to pick up the photo. His smile widened as he looked it over, unable to hide the amusement in his voice

I didn’t even know you still had this” Michael murmured absentmindedly running his fingers over the frame. He smiled to himself “Man… look at us”

“It seemed like it was so long ago” you sighed “Ava comes in here everyday to look at that picture”

Hearing no response, you slowly turned your head to study Michael’s expression. You knew him well enough to understand why he’d gone so quiet. Part of it was the memories the photograph carried, but the other part was harder to ignore

This had been taken right before everything changed. Not long after that trip, the vitiligo began spreading across his face and the rest of his body. Looking at the photo now, it was like he was staring at the last version of himself before his life changed forever

Your eyes drifted to his ear, noticing the patch of skin that was slightly darker than the rest of his face. It was subtle, but you knew what it meant. It was only a matter of time before the vitiligo spread even further

Without thinking, you lifted your hand and gently brushed your thumb against his ear. It wasn’t pity or curiosity—just quiet acknowledgment. You had always understood how deeply it affected him

Michael’s breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning ever so slightly into your touch. Such a small gesture, yet it spoke louder than any reassurance ever could. It was enough to make his eyes well with tears

Finally managing to swallow the lump in his throat, Michael opened his eyes and carefully set the picture back where he had found it. He glanced around the room, a faint smile tugging at his lips

“You didn’t change much in here, did you?” he asked, rising to his feet

Slowly, he wandered around the bedroom, his fingertips grazing the dresser and shelves. The longer he looked, the more it sank in

Nothing had changed. Actually

The bedroom the two of you had once decorated together was still exactly the way you’d left it. Every picture, every piece of furniture, every little detail remained untouched as if time had simply stopped the day he walked out

Not really” you sighed, standing to your feet and leaning against the wooden bedpost as Michael inspected his old side of the room. “I kept telling myself I’d change it someday… I just never did”

Lies. You had ever opportunity to redecorate but emotionally couldn’t get yourself to do it, hell you would’ve had an easier time packing up and moving out

“No, I get it” Michael replied with a gentle smile, tucking his hands into his pockets before turning toward you. “Funny how one day turns into a week… then a month… before you know it, two years have gone by”

You began chewing the inside of your cheek, your eyes fixed on Michael as the weight of the silence settled between you. The intensity of the moment made your chest tighten. Desperately searching for an escape, the first excuse that came to mind slipped past your lips

“I’m gonna go check on Ava”

“She’s fine,” Michael said quietly, reaching out to gently catch your wrist before you could walk away

His eyes scanning yours

“Why do you keep trying to get away from me?” His voice carrying more hurt than accusation

You let out a shaky laugh. “Because I don’t know how to be around you anymore. You’re standing in our bedroom like nothing changed… but everything did”

“This isn’t any easier for me, if that’s what you think” Michael replied, his voice beginning to crack. “You think I’m okay with being nothing more than a phone call away? With hearing from Bill that my little girl is sick?” He shook his head fighting back his emotions

“I should’ve been here. I should’ve been the one taking care of her… not finding out after the fact”

“Yeah?” you scoffed “Well, this is how it’s always been, Michael. There’s always somebody standing between us. Bill calling me. Bill calling you. Bill passing along messages because you never would”

You swallowed the lump in your throat

“You’re right… you should’ve had your ass home. But you weren’t. And after a while, I got tired of waiting for you”

The two of you had fallen in love so young, but there was never anything childish about it. It was real. Before you knew it, you were newlyweds, barely twenty-one, building a life together. Not long after came Ava, the missing piece neither of you knew your hearts were waiting for

There was a time when everything felt perfect. The two of you had your dream home your beautiful little family, and a future that seemed untouchable. Back then, it never crossed your mind that one day the two of you would be standing in the very bedroom where your life together began, feeling like strangers trying to remember how to find each other again

Between the endless tours and the grueling hours spent locked away in the studio, your marriage slowly stopped feeling like a marriage. It became a life you were watching from the sidelines, where you were constantly waiting for your husband to come home

It wasn’t because Michael had fallen in love with someone else—he hadn’t. It was because his career demanded everything from him, leaving whatever was left over for the people waiting at home

Michael lowered his head, letting out a shaky breath. “I know” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “And the worst part is… I kept telling myself I was doing it for us. For you. For Ava. I didn’t realize that while I was trying to build a future for my family… I was slowly losing the family I was trying to protect”

The anger was finally starting to boil over, you looked up at Michael as you scoffed “Right..tell that to a little girl who cries every time her daddy comes on the fucking TV because that’s the closest she can get to him. Tell that to the child who has to watch millions of screaming fans get your attention while she can’t even get a phone call from her own father”

“You’re right” he admitted as his voice cracked

“No child should ever have to feel like they’re competing with the rest of the world for their father’s attention” He lowered his gaze, blinking back tears

“I promised myself I’d be the father I needed growing up. I swore my children would never wonder if I loved them… never question whether they came second to anything else”

Listening to Michael’s confession, you felt some of your anger begin to fade. You knew better than anyone how deeply he loved being a father. To the rest of the world, he was Michael Jackson—the superstar. But to him, none of those titles ever mattered as much as being Ava’s dad

It had always been his greatest accomplishment, and seeing the guilt written across his face made it impossible to believe he had ever stopped loving his daughter. The problem was never a lack of love. Somewhere along the way, life and his career had simply gotten in the way of him showing it

“She loves you, Michael… and it’s obvious.” Your voice softened. “Every single day she’s asking me about you” A small, bittersweet smile tugged at your lips. “Sometimes she doesn’t even want me to read her a bedtime story. She just wants me to tell her stories about you… about us. She wants to know how we met, what you were like when we were young…she just misses you”

Michael hesitated, his eyes drifting toward the rain as it relentlessly beat against the bedroom window. Every so often, a flash of lightning illuminated the room before disappearing just as quickly

He absentmindedly brushed his thumb across his bottom lip, gathering the courage to say what had been weighing on him all evening

“You’ve talked about Ava this whole time” he began then paused briefly, his eyes searching yours

”…But what about you?”

Silence settled between the two of you

“Do you miss me?” he asked quietly “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do Michael…I wouldn’t be standing here if I felt otherwise”

“Then tell me,” he whispered, tears threatening to spill

“Tell me you still love me, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right. I don’t care what it costs anymore. I just want my family back”

You stared at him, your vision blurring with tears. It wasn’t because you didn’t know the answer—it was because you did

There had been nights you questioned whether your marriage would survive. Nights you convinced yourself walking away would hurt less than waiting for him to come home. But never not once, had you questioned whether you loved him

“Of course I still love you Michael.” Your voice cracked as tears slipped down your cheeks. “Loving you was never the problem”

“That’s not what I want, Michael” You shook your head your voice barely above a whisper “I don’t want you to give up your dreams. I fell in love with the boy who couldn’t stop talking about music. The one who stayed up all night writing songs because he believed he could change the world. I know what your music means to you… it’s a part of who you are”

A tear escaped before you quickly wiped it away

“I just want Ava and me to feel like we’re just as important as the rest of the world. I don’t want the world to lose Michael Jackson… I just don’t want Ava and me to keep losing the man we love”

Stepping forward Michael closed the gap between the two of you, gently lifting your chin as tears streamed down your face. His own eyes glistened

“I’ve missed you every single day” His voice cracked. “I just…I didn’t know how to find my way back to you”

He leans in, giving her the opportunity to close the remaining distance

“Then kiss me” you whispered, your eyes falling to his lips “And remind me what it’s like to be loved by my husband again”

Without wasting another second he smashed his lips into yours, the euphoric feeling of being reconnected with one another washing over the both of you repeatedly. Your hands creeping around his neck as he pulled you by the waist, his tongue begging for acceptance. Desperate for you to allow him in

Feeling captivated by him you slightly relaxed your jaw and closed your eyes giving him access. Feeling his warm tongue slither against yours sent a rush down your spine “Mmm” you both moaned to one another as your eyes shut

Just then Michael slowly pulled back, brushing his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin

“Please…” he whispered. “I’ve missed you for two years. Don’t push me away tonight”

“Come here” rubbing his chin slightly with your thumb “Remind me that I’m still your wife”

Picking you up effortlessly, Michael carried you to the bed the two of you had once shared every night. Without breaking the kiss, he gently laid you against the mattress, his hands lingering at your waist as though reassuring himself you were really there. Your fingers remained intertwined behind his neck, reluctant to let him go even for a second

Every touch carried two years’ worth of apologies, forgiveness, and longing. The room fell silent around you, leaving only the sound of uneven breaths and quiet laughter between tears. For the first time in what felt like forever, neither of you was thinking about the past—you were simply grateful to have found your way back to each other

Michael hovered over you as he slowly undressed himself, never taking his eyes off you. Once he had discarded the last of his clothing, his attention turned to you, carefully peeling away each layer. He bit down on his lip as the slow revelation of your body unfolded before him, his gaze drinking in every inch

It was a sight he’d carried in his mind for two long years, one he’d cherished, longed for, and replayed in countless memories. Now that you were finally in front of him again, it almost didn’t feel real

Spreading your legs apart he licked his lips at the sight of your folds parting and exposing your wetness, the shiny fluids flowing from the outside. You licked your lips at the sight of him stroking himself—both of you sex deprived

Leaning forward he forced your hips in an upward motion as he slid inside of you, both of you needing a minute to take into the moment. His forehead pressed into yours “Fuck, I missed this” he groaned

It took you a few strokes to get accustomed to his size again, biting on your lip to mask the pain before remembering one of the reasons Michael made you so crazy over him. As his pace spiked so did your moaning, the floor underneath the both of you creaking with each thrust

The only thing that masked the dual moaning was the heavy rain pouring outside, the moment was so heavy and intimate that you couldn’t care about being loud right now. Your eyes rolling and catching constant body chills with each thrust pumped inside of you

Your face flustered red at the moment Michael pointed out how creamy you had gotten in such a short time period. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades repetitively, moving up and down his back with the pace of his stroking, it was obvious his choreography had taught him something new about his hip mobility

“Do you still love me?” Michael asked staring in your eyes

“Yes baby, I never stopped”

His words were constantly interrupted by messy, lingering kisses, as though he couldn’t stand to spend another second without tasting your lips. Every now and then, his teeth would lightly tug at your bottom lip before he kissed you again, pouring two years of longing into every embrace

“You know I’d do anything for you… don’t you?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours

Sweat began collecting between the both of you, swapping from his body to yours. One arm wrapped underneath your back to give him better access inside of you, his dick constantly pressing into your cervix making you cry out repetitively

“Yes daddy, fuck!”

Your toes balling up and your legs begging to tremble, even your abdomens was starting to tighten up. Soon your breath was becoming heavier with each passing, Michael smirked watching your bottom lip tremble “You cumming for me?”

Trying your best to deny it you shook your head side to side, Michael used his other hand to wrap it around your throat kissing you more aggressively than before “You lying to me baby?”

“N-no” you doubled down

“Hm” he chuckled “Then you better hold that shit in until I’m done”

“You’re so tight” he groaned “Oh my god you don’t know how much I missed you, I waited on this for two years”

You knew Michael was reaching his peak whenever he started whimpering like crazy, any and everything that came to his mind would roll aimlessly off his tongue

“Fuck—Michael why are you fucking me like this?!”

“Because you’re my wife” he condescendingly replied “So take it just like that”

“Mm fuck” he gasped in your ear while sloppily kissing at your neck and back to your ear “I’m ready for my son” he admitted

You tilted your head back into the sheets and took a deep breath trying not to orgasm, but you were on a countdown and Michael knew it, he’d been with you long enough to know when you were about to tap

“Cum inside me baby” a single tear rolled down your cheek “We can have another baby, I wanna have your babies Michael”

Michael grabbed both of your hands and placed them above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as his thrusting became faster and heavier. Each thrust leading to the headboard slamming into the wall, his cheeks flustering red feeling his orgasm peaking

“I thought I lost you baby” feeling himself getting choked up “I promise you after this we’re going back to being a family—I’ll do everything right okay?”

Nodding your head frantically , feeling his fingers tighten around your throat—enhancing the feeling. Just then your moans were uncontainable. Your back arched and you cried at the top of your lungs as you leaked all over Michael, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick he gave into the sensation and came inside of you simultaneously

Still stroking through his orgasm, whimpering at the top of his lungs and listening to the sound of his voice becoming even more delicate than what it already is, kissing your jawline while repeating “I know baby, I know”

The next thing you remembered was the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, its light gently coaxing your eyes open. You blinked lazily, letting out a sleepy sigh before the events of the night before came flooding back. Instantly, your lips curled into a smile. It was real. For the first time in two years, you’d gone to sleep beside your husband

After climbing out of bed, you made your way into the bathroom to go through your usual morning routine. Once you were finished, you slipped on your robe and headed down the hallway to check on Ava. Oddly enough, she wasn’t in her bedroom like she normally was

Following the faint sound of the television and her little giggles, you made your way downstairs. The sight that greeted you instantly melted your heart

Ava was curled up in Michael’s lap on the couch, her favorite stuffed animals tucked under one arm as the two of them watched Bambi. Michael absentmindedly stroked her hair while she remained completely captivated by the movie, looking more peaceful than she had in days

“Mommy!” She smiled landing her eyes on you

Michael mocked the exact same smile, scooting over on the couch and patting the available seat next to him “Good morning mommy”

As soon as you sat down Ava leaped to hug you as tightly as possible “Daddy wouldn’t let me wake you up” she pouted before sitting back in his lap

You chuckled “Yeah she normally sleeps on your side of the bed now, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and she’s lying next to me”

“We made you breakfast if you’re hungry, and I made you a fresh pot of coffee”

“Aww you’re so sweet Michael” leaning in and kissing his cheek before shifting your focus to Ava, placing your hand on her head “are you feeling any better?”

“Mhm, daddy made me take more medicine this morning and he gave me a bath”

“I took her temperature not too long ago and her fever finally broke”

You smiled to yourself, not entirely surprised. Michael had always been an amazing father, but after everything the two of you had been through, it felt comforting to finally have a true partner again. You no longer felt like you were carrying the weight of parenthood by yourself

Resting your head against the pillows, you absentmindedly combed your fingers through Ava’s damp curls

“I think you just wanted your daddy this whole time” you teased with a soft smile

“So did you” Michael mumbled only loud enough for you to hear

Playfully you swatted his chest making him laugh “Don’t overdo it now”

Around noon, Ava went down for another nap, and that’s when Michael decided it was time to leave. Promising he’d be back soon, he reluctantly grabbed his things. The two of you still had plenty to work through, but for the first time in a long time, you were finally on the same page. Neither of you wanted to walk away from this marriage anymore. You both wanted to fight for it—together

Before he stepped out the door, he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a long, lingering kiss. Neither of you was in a hurry to let go, savoring the feeling of being close again after so long. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, offering you one last smile before quietly making his way out the door

Two months had passed, and things had changed tremendously for the three of you. Michael wasn’t officially living at the house again, but it certainly felt that way. He spent more nights there than anywhere else, and little by little, his belongings began filling the home again

One trip it was a suitcase, the next a few framed photos, then another rack of clothes. Without either of you ever saying it aloud, he was quietly moving back home one box at a time

You leaned against the bathroom counter, your arms folded tightly across your chest as your eyes remained fixed on the watch wrapped around your wrist. What should’ve only taken five minutes felt more like two hours. You weren’t entirely sure why your nerves were so shot, but your stomach was tied in knots, your mind racing with every possible outcome

Meanwhile, just outside the bathroom door, you could hear the faint sound of laughter coming from the living room, where Michael and Ava were happily spending time together, completely unaware of the anxiety quietly consuming you

Finally, both tests let out a soft chirp, signaling the results were ready. Your heart immediately began pounding against your ribs. Taking a slow, unsteady breath, you reached for them with trembling hands. Keeping your eyes squeezed shut, you clutched the tests tightly, silently trying to prepare yourself for whatever they revealed before you found the courage to look

Pregnant

Your heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might burst from your chest. A wave of emotions crashed over you all at once, leaving you speechless

Tears instantly welled in your eyes as a shaky smile spread across your face. You stood there in stunned silence, allowing yourself to fully take in the moment before saying a single word. For just a little while longer, this was your secret to hold one you wanted to savor before sharing it with the two people waiting just beyond the bathroom door

A few moments later, you made your way downstairs and quietly settled onto the sofa beside Michael and Ava. The two of them were completely engrossed in The Wiz, one of Ava’s favorite movies. She never seemed to tire of watching her father as the Scarecrow. Every time the film came on, she’d stare at the screen in amazement before turning to look at Michael, still unable to wrap her little mind around the fact that her daddy was her favorite character

“Mommy you’re missing the movie” Ava whined

“I’m sorry baby” you sniffed

Resting your head on Michael’s shoulder he could tell something was different with you, it wasn’t your normal nature “What’s wrong?” Turning his focus on you and rubbing your thigh

“Can I talk to you for a second? Nothing wrong I promise” you smiled reassuringly

You pulled the pregnancy tests out your robe pocket and placed them in his hand, watching as he froze for the time being, confused and shocked more than anything. Even blinking repetitively like he was unsure what was going on, he struggled with getting his words together

“We’re having another baby” you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. “I wanted to be sure… so I took more than one test” Leaning over, you gently kissed the side of his face as tears began streaming down your cheeks

Michael was so overwhelmed in his emotions that he couldn’t say anything, he simply gripped onto your arm and shed happy tears “We’re having another baby” he repeated to himself as if he was trying to convince himself this was real

Hearing the sniffles behind her, Ava tore her attention away from the television and looked over her shoulder. Seeing the both of you in tears, she frowned in confusion

“Mommy…” she tilted her head “Why are you and Daddy crying?”

Michael let out a watery laugh, wiping his eyes before opening his arms to Ava “Come here sweetheart”

As she climbed into his lap, Michael pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face against her little shoulder for a brief moment before kissing her cheek

“You’re gonna be a big sister” he whispered with a tearful smile

what if thriller michael sees your brand new ‘lucky’ tattoo?

“what you so happy for pretty face?” michael sing songs seeing you walk across the room, hands clutching your purse as you let your legs sway while feeling your wide bottoms swing side to side in perfect harmony. your hips moving at a precise pace as you smile at him. “you gonna love what i did todayyy” your voice loud and bright as as he raises a brow now awaiting for your next move.

“y’like it baby?” your voice soft as your back arches a bit more at the sudden cold air touching your lower back. the sight of your black panties now facing michael as he runs his palm over his knees—the sight currently fascinating him much more than he would admit out loud. “you sure was feelin’ lucky ma.” before placing the tips of his fingers gently over the dark ink etched across your lower back; perfectly placed over the curve of your ass.

the cursive ‘lucky’ black lettering looking beautiful across your glowing complexion as michael places a soft kiss over the tattoo, catching you a bit off guard. “so beautiful mama. it was a good choice.” your cheeks flush as you pull your head to the side a bit to watch him a little over your shoulder. “y’really think so angel?” michael hums in agreement in an instant.

continuing to stare in admiration and slight disbelief, you hook a finger on the loop of your pants to pull them back up before being stopped by michael’s palm. “keep it jus’ like that.” his eyes now looking back to your arch with a lick of his bottom lip. “i wanna feel lucky soon.” before making you gasp at the sudden pull of your lower body over his lap. “make me feel lucky ma.” “please?” soon feeling his fingers now carefully unbutton your bottoms.