JUNO - michael jackson x fem reader
content/warnings: filthy filthy SMUT, female anatomy described, heavy dirty talk, fem and male oral recieving, unprotected sex, fluff, baby making <3
WC: 3.4K (oops, got carried away)
A/N: i need to see more michael smut fics with baby making PLS!
“How angry with me would you be if I wanted 18 kids with you, my love?” Michael would often tease, leaving you often laughing.
Before you married, you knew he wanted children as soon as possible. If it weren’t for his mother, who was very traditional, he would’ve gotten you pregnant the second you two began dating. He loved every aspect of you, every feature and careful detail. He admired your intelligence and would always say your children would get it from you.
You would blush at his words as he whispered promises into your ear every time he’d have you naked and moaning for him. They were promises, because he’d always ask if today was the day. You’d shake your head, pointing out that a baby just wasn’t in the picture for the two of you as of now.
“Your tour starts soon, honey. I want you there with me during this pregnancy, not across the world somewhere while I’m craving something in the middle of the night alone with no one to help me.” You’d say, noticing the sadness build up in Michael’s face. You were right, he knew you were. The excitement of being a father got to him once more, and he’d pretend it wouldn’t bother him as he walked around the halls of arenas, smiling sadly at the fathers and mothers with their children.
Then there was the time when his brother and his wife welcomed their child, and Michael’s heart was warm and filled with adoration. You cooed as you gently took the baby in your arms, pressing soft kisses on the top of the baby’s head. Your eyes welled up tears as you looked at Michael, smiling as his face lit up.
“I can’t wait for us to have one.” You breathed, and Michael nodded in agreement. His heart was saddened by your unofficial hope. He wouldn’t ever pressure you to have one if you didn’t want one. He loved you without children, and his love for you would always be the biggest thing in the world for him.
That was now months ago, and Michael had finished the busy season of the year. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be at home and in your arms day and night. After some debate with his team and you, he decided to take a break from the public eye and rest. Truly rest. No music making, no writing, no filming, no interviews. It was a tough decision for him; he had been working constantly since childhood. This vacation would be unfamiliar to him, but he knew it was needed for the sake of his health.
You took note of his initiation of choosing to rest and be with you, and you were stuck in your thoughts. As you did the laundry, you bit your lip. Michael would be home for more than a year. Technically, this would be the perfect time to be pregnant, and you’d navigate through postpartum together. With no interruptions whatsoever.
You had this thought constantly running through your mind and weighed your options. You knew whatever happened, you’d love Michael regardless. And you were sure he’d love you so much. However, as you visited your friends and watched as their children ran around their yards and noticed the love and desire in their parents' eyes, you’d feel a pang of slight jealousy. You wanted that, too. And so you made your mind up. You counted your calendar dates, and coincidentally, you’d be ovulating at the same time Michael would come home.
You went shopping for lingerie the week before Michael came home, and you smiled as you hid the sets deep in your closet, where you knew Michael wouldn’t sneakily look through. You took deep breaths constantly throughout the days, knowing that this decision was serious and would be a life-changing decision for both of you. But you were sure of it. You trusted Michael with your soul and knew he’d be the best father you could ever imagine.
Days later, Michael came home. You helped him unpack his clothes, laughing as he’d distract you with kisses down your neck. You’d drop his shoes and sigh as he’d push you down over the dresser and slide his fingers in between your legs, pleasuring you with his touch and comforting words. Eventually, he was fully unpacked, and you could truly rest. He wanted nothing to do with his career and would roll his eyes when his team updated him on album sales or potential press opportunities.
You were sitting at your kitchen island, admiring as Michael carefully cut vegetables on the board. “I missed this.”
Michael looked up, taking a breath as he bit his lip and nodded. He brushed a curl out of his face and watched as your eyes followed his movement. “I missed you more than ever. Now that I’m home, I get to finally be yours. Your husband. The husband you truly deserve.”
“Hey,” you stand, walking to him and wrapping your arms around his torso, leaning your head on his shoulder, “you’ve always been the husband I deserve. It’s just I get to have you for myself, now.” You softly laugh, pressing a kiss on his shoulder and stepping to his side. He smiles, finishes his task, and places the ingredients in a bowl.
This domestic pattern brought your knees to a soft quiver, further enticing you to surprise him tonight. You knew he’d be delighted, and it brought you to a smile as you raked your eyes down his arms and to his hands. God, those hands. Those veiny hands that would never fail to bring you to a pleasure so good, you’d be shaking and in cries, begging for another finger to delicately please you more.
“Baby,” Michael calls you, and you snap out of your trance. He looks at you, looking for any distress or worry, but instead finds a small smile and a hint of warmth in your cheeks as you nod your head.
“Sorry, just thinking,” you hum, and he bites his lip and nods, turning back to the stove. He finishes his cooking, pondering what your mind could be thinking about. That was his favorite part about being yours, knowing that he could almost read your mind. He knew when you were upset, when something excited you, or when you needed alone time. Right now, however, he couldn’t decipher exactly what you were thinking about. He noticed your eyes wander to his hands (he knew your obsession with them), so maybe you just wanted some loving time.
He plates up your food first, serving some chicken with a side of mashed potatoes and greens, then places it in front of you and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. You hum, watching as he plates his next and comes to sit in front of you. You smile at him, shaking your head. “Thank you, my chef. This smells really good. I missed your cooking.”
Michael laughs, grabbing your head and lacing your fingers with his. “I love being a house husband.”
You laugh loudly, crossing your legs as you run your hands down your dress. You had changed into a blue dress that matched Michael’s blue fannel so perfectly. Fashion was his favorite detail about himself, and he loved it when you two matched. Below the dress was a beautiful lacy lingerie set with hints of milky white details running down the sides. You knew it wasn’t going to last long on your body, however.
You begin eating, gossiping about your neighbors, when the conversation falls silent. You take this opportunity to set your spoon down and clear your throat. Michael notices and sets his too. “Yes, my love?” He says, and you laugh softly.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You whisper and grab Michael’s hand across from you.
“Nothing bad, I promise.” You reassure him as his face becomes serious.
You take a small breath and smile. “I’ve been thinking. You know… you’ll be home for over a year. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, just like the early days. And I was thinking, there’s no better way of doing that with a baby by our side. A baby made by us.”
Michael freezes, and he swallows. He looks over your face, searching for any playfulness, but he finds nothing but love and genuine passion in your eyes and smile. “You want us to have a baby?”
You nod, smiling. “I want one more than ever, Michael. I think, no, I know, we are ready.”
Michael stands and pushes his chair away as he walks to you and picks you up, drinking away your yelp with a sharp yet passionate kiss. He runs his hands down your waist and to your ass, giving it a squeeze, taking the chance to run his tongue against yours.
He pulls away, biting your lip as you breathe with love. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” You laugh and hold onto his muscle under his shirt, giving it a firm squeeze. He traces his hand across yours, muttering under his breath. “I will give you all my babies tonight, my love. All of them.”
Your skin warms under his touch, and you feel yourself wetting by the second. You press a kiss against his cheek, sighing. “I’m ovulating; I start in 5 days.”
Michael groans, untying your dress from the back, carefully taking it off your body, and kneeling to remove it from your feet. He stands, admiring you as you stand in your heels and set. He nods, biting his lip as he runs his hands over the white flower pattern. “Just for me, huh?”
You nod. “A surprise.”
Michael takes your hand and leads you upstairs and into your room. He closes the door with ease, keeping you in place as he walks around you, admiring the art in front of him. “You’re like my personal Mona Lisa. I get to admire you. Ravish you. All while being your husband.” He hasn’t even touched you, and your mind is foggy. You feel the sweat drip down your face as the air thickens with lust and promise.
“Open.” He orders, and you feel the warmth of his fingers on the inside of your mouth. You suck for a little while, maintaining eye contact with him. He pops his fingers out of your mouth and teases them down your collarbone, and below your navel, where he starts teasing you.
“Michael,” you whine, and he groans at the desperation in your voice. His sweet wife deserved to be filled, and so he took no time, pushing aside the lace and slowly shoved a finger inside your cunt. He pumps it slowly, skin prickling as you grab ahold of his wrist.
“I need another, please, husband.” He happily obeys, sticking another finger in. He uses his free hand to cup your face, dipping his tongue in your mouth, sucking gently as you desperately moan inside his mouth.
Your body begins to quiver, so Michael brings his hand down to your waist, gripping firmly yet safely as your back arches, and his fingers bring you to your climax. You moan without shame, not caring about how loud and strangled your voice is. Michael hums, bringing your finish inside his mouth, gently sucking as you watch. Your vision clouds, and you fall into his grip.
He brings your body to the bed, where he sits you down gently. He begins to run his soft fingers down your breast when you grab his hand, and bring it to the top of his pants. “Let me please you.” Michael protests at first, wanting this night to be just about your pleasure. You deserved it, his good, beautiful wife deserved the best loving tonight, but he knows better than to take away your wants and needs. He watches your hand unbuckle his pants, rubbing his clothed cock softly.
“Take your time, sweetheart,” Michael whispers as you nod, bringing your hands to his underwear, pulling it down enough to have his cock in your hand. It was pulsing with need, desperate for some warmth. Your eyes flutter as you lean in and gently begin sucking the leaking tip. He throws his head back, gripping softly at your messy hair.
Michael whines in need, missing the way your tongue traced over his cock. He missed you, your touch, your mouth. He missed the way you knew exactly what could bring him to his weakness. You hum at his whine, not missing how Michael’s cock pulses at your sound. You take your hands and begin softly pumping his twitching shaft. Your movements weren’t just occurring; they were filled with passionate and tender dedication. You wanted Michael to know how special it was to you that he felt good, and Michael understood this well. He looks down, admiring the way your tongue flicks against his tip once more, sucking gently before enveloping most of his length in your mouth.
“Oh. Oh.” Michael gasps out, and you quicken your pace, gently gripping onto his length. Your mouth drools down on his cock, and you hum as his cum begins to leak into your mouth. Michael pushes your head up and down, the vibration sending tingles throughout his body as he hits the back of your throat.
“I’m almost there, baby. Keep going, just like that.” He stutters and whimpers as your movements begin to quicken. Michael’s legs began to shake, and your mouth pops off as your palms quicken their pace up and down his length. You open your tongue out, taking in his spill as it hits your mouth. You swallow it with ease, smiling softly as Michael breathes out.
“You got me crazy, girl.” Michael breathes out, recovering quickly from the convulsion. He lays you back on the bed, humming as he rakes his soft eyes down your body. He takes in the sight in front of him. He feels blessed to have you for him. He feels the luckiest man alive to be able to be yours and call you his wife.
Michael presses gentle kisses down your body, sucking gently to leave marks for his eyes only, a constant reminder you’d look at in the mirror every day, reminding you of this special night. You began to squirm, but relaxed once his hand settled over your stomach. He gives you a look, a look that says “allow me to pleasure you,” and you nod, closing your eyes as his mouth begins to caress your pussy. His tongue sucks at your clit, lapping his tongue in a pattern so obsessive it brings you to tears.
You began pleading, for what, you don’t know- you can’t even form a coherent thought right now. Your focus is on the sensation running through your body as Michael dips his tongue and fingers inside you, humming as the taste hits his tongue. He takes a look at your face, and his cock begins to shamelessly grind into the silk beneath him. The contact has him moaning, the vibrations running through your burning body. You feel the sensation build up inside, and you whine.
“I’m going to cum.” You whine, and Michael hums, brutally keeping his rhythm as you come to your finish. Your legs spasm, and Michael sits up, holding onto them, admiring his work unraveling in front of him.
“Come’re.” You mumble, and Michael kisses you feverishly, tasting Michael and your arousal. Michael bites his bottom lip as he pulls away, cooing at your whines.
“I’m going to stuff you so full tonight, baby. I promise you, not a single drip will be wasted.” Michael promises gently against the breath of your parted lips, and you nod. He wanders his fingers down to the top of your breast, and bites it softly, purring against your skin.
“I can’t wait for these to get even fuller.” He murmurs, flicking his tongue at your nipples. You tug at his hair, desperate to feel more pleasure. Michael aligns his cock with your entrance and kisses you as he slides in, careful not to let the pain last. He gives you soft praises as he stuffs you inch by inch, and soon, he’s in you, pumping in and out with luscious patterns.
You whine against him, pleading for more. “Patience, darling. We’ll be at it for the entire week. You’ll have me for the rest of our lives, as much as you want me to fill you up.” Michael murmurs, and you cry out, gripping onto his shoulder as he begins to quicken his pace.
You roll your eyes, the pleasure filling you so perfectly. He fit you so well; the space between the two of you was almost criminal. He licks your collarbone with care as you wrap your legs around his torso, gently putting pressure to deepen his cock in your womb. Your cunt consumes his cock so delicately, perfect even.
Michael looks down, softly tracing over the bulge in your stomach as he pounds into you without mercy. He’s deep inside you, every vein tracing your walls. His cock is hungry for more, and so he wraps his arms around you, tugging you even closer to his body. Your sweat intertwines, and you lick below his ear, gently sucking at his cheek. “I love you so much.” You cry out, body shuddering as the pleasure intensifies below your abdomen.
Michael hums, nodding as he thrusts into you. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum, gonna have you all swollen with our baby.”
“Make me a mommy, please, please, please.” Your hips writhe as you let out a choked sob. The pleasure is too much, tears running down your face as Michael licks at your tears, hips stuttering as he begins to cum, slamming his cock once more before unraveling inside you, filling you so perfectly. You whine, reaching your climax at the same time. He softly thrusts inside you, ensuring every drop of his finish fills you, not wanting to waste a drop.
You whine, the pleasure becoming overstimulating. You don’t want him to stop, so you bite his bottom lip, shockwaves gripping your body as you feel your second climax begin building inside you.
“You’re going to be such a good mommy, won’t you, honey? Gonna take care of you, baby. Gonna massage you, love you, consume you whole.” Michael rasps as you nod and whine, tugging at your nipples before letting go once more, walls fluttering around his cock.
Michael falls on top of you, panting as he so softly nips in between your breasts.
“I meant it when I said no drop will be wasted,” Michael murmurs, gripping the cover over your sweaty bodies. He doesn’t care about the wetness surrounding the two of you, or the post-sex scent that begins to fill the air. He cares about how your body relaxes, muscles letting go as he presses kisses against you.
“You did so good for me, honey. I’m proud of you.” He reassures, and you softly smile, eyes fluttering as sleep begins to take over you. Michael softly laughs, nipping against your skin before rest takes over his body as well.
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SEVEN MONTHS LATER
You smile, running your hands down your swollen belly. Michael’s sitting next to you, hand soothing your leg as he focuses on the cartoon on the television. You breathe, relaxing back into the softness of the couch.
“You’ve blessed me with the gift of a lifetime and more. Thank you.” Michael leans to kiss you passionately. You hum, gripping onto his hoodie.
“I love you.”
Michael leans down, softly placing his hand below your belly. “You’re loved already, applehead. We can’t wait for your arrival.”
You laugh, wiping away Michael’s tears as he kisses yours. Michael was already the best father he could be, and your baby wasn’t even born yet. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, watching the cartoon with him. You were ready to give him more, 17 if time allotted, and you reminisced on the night your baby-making process began. You were counting down the days when another night like that could happen. A night filled with passion, promises, and love.
