🕸️☽☾ Sage 🕸️☽☾

about being different.

Pairings: Michael X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, And a tiny bit of angst.

Warnings: None!

Summary: Reader turns out to have vintiligo and tries to hide it from michael but it doesn’t quite work out..

W.C: 1.6k

Author's Note: Thank you for clicking on my story!

English is not my first language so l apologize. If I spelt or used any grammar wrong please let me know! Also I don’t know much about vitiligo so I did some research about it but i’m sorry if I didn’t do the best job on explaining it and such. This story comes from someone who commented on my last post! @achingletters this is for you!

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it has been two weeks since you noticed the first patch of skin of yours to lighten. You knew it was possible since vitiligo ran in your family but it had missed the rest of your siblings. Before you could think much more you grab some of your foundation, pumping it onto your makeup sponge before tapping it onto the skin of patch on your arm softly.

It wasn't perfect, i mean you could still see it if you looked close enough but everyone else probably wouldn't, michael wouldn’t, and that jtself was enough. You set the sponge down, looking at yourself in the mirror before rolling your sleeve back over your arm.

Another knock. “Baby?”, it was michael. You closed your eyes taking in a deep breath before speaking, “Yeah?"

"You almost ready?" michael said with a bit of concern lingering on his voice. Mhm.", michael scoffed a little bit, “You said that fifteen minutes ago."

“..I know!” His laugh came softly through the door. “You okay?" you can hear the concern spreading through his voice with each second, “Yeah." You answered so fast it almost made you cringe. its silence for a second before you hear michael’s feet shuffling a bit. “You sure?"

"I'm just tired." you say with a dramatic breath. “..Alright." His footsteps faded down the hallway, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

The guilt was starting to eat at you, you hated lying to him, especially him, I mean it’s not like he ever lied to you! He always told you the truth no matter what but

every time you thought about telling him, you just couldn’t..

Not because you thought he'd leave, gosh never that, not in a billion years! it was just because he’d understand, too much.

You'd watched him quietly rub makeup over his own body before interviews, and you’d seen him pull long sleeves down even when it was warm outside. You would catch him staring at old pictures of himself sometimes before quickly putting them away when he realized you'd walked in.

He never complained, not really. He never wanted you to worry about him or what the press thought about him but you knew.

You knew people had been cruel, and you knew they still were and always will be. And the last thing you wanted was to remind him of all of it. So you kept pretending.

You'd gotten pretty good at covering it now! At least... the first one, now there were three. You stared at them in the mirror for a second before grabbing more foundation. Maybe if you layered it enough... You end up putting A LOT more foundation, on top. It almost looks like a clump.. You knew that eventually foundation wouldn’t be enough but that’s something for future you to worry about.

A month later is exactly when future you had to worry, makeup itself truly wasn't enough anymore, you found yourself wearing sweaters in the middle of summer, long sleeves, pants, anything.

And of course, michael noticed. He noticed everything.

"You aren't hot?" he asked one afternoon as the two of you sat on the back porch.

It had to be almost ninety degrees outside.

You shook your head and smiled, “Nope, I'm fine." He looked at your hoodie and

then back at you. “Baby.. you’re literally sweating." michael said, his face now a little bit scrunched up.

“No, I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm cold."

"Babe."

You looked away.

"I said I'm fine."

Your answer came out sharper than you meant. michael immediately went quiet,

"...Okay."

The rest of the afternoon felt different. He still smiled, still held your hand, and still kissed your forehead before going inside.

But he kept looking at you like he knew something was wrong, like he was waiting for you to let him in, waiting for you to come to him or else he would come to you. Whether you were ready to talk about it or not didn’t matter, he didn’t care.

That night you stood in front of the bathroom mirror again, another spot. Rightttt above your collarbone. “Great.”

You whispered to yourself. Your mind went back to when michael would kiss that specific spot, you didn’t want him to see it, you weren’t ready. Your hands started shaking. You leaned against the sink.

"I can't do this-“ You hadn't heard the bedroom door open, “Baby?” michael said dragging out the y. Your head shot up and

before you could pull your shirt back up, Michael was already standing in the doorway.

Neither of you spoke, his eyes landed on the pale patch, then another, then the one of your arm.. You watched his face change. It wasn’t him looking disgusting or shocked, it was him recognizing it.

"Oh..." He whispered it so quietly you almost didn't hear him.

Your heart dropped to your stomach before scrambling to find words out, “I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to hide it from you, i just. I didn't wanna..." Your voice cracked slightly before speaking again with a whisper, “I didn't want you to think about yours." michael didn't answer.

He was just staring, not at the patches or the skin but at you, your beautiful face, staring like his heart had broken. You started crying before he even moved or spoke.

“I know what people say!”

"I know what they think."

"I know what they did to you and I didn't wanna make you relive it every time you looked at me or were around me!”

His eyes immediately filled with love and adoration, “Oh, sweetheart..." His voice almost disappeared and crossed the room in three quick steps before pulling you against him. You buried your face into his chest almost instantly, “I'm sorry."

"No."His arms tightened around you.

"No, don't apologize, it’s okay baby.” He said, pressing a soft yet firm kiss at the top of your head. “I should've told you, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you say into his chest, sniffling nose and all.

"You should've never felt like you couldn't." You could hear it in his voice, he was sad that you hadn’t told him, like he was holding you back. He rested his cheek against the top of your head.

"I hate..." He stopped himself.

His breathing hitched. “I hate that you went through this alone."

"I didn't wanna hurt you."

"You couldn't."

"I could."

"You couldn't."

He pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs wiped away your tears one after another. “I know why you hid it."

A sad smile crossed his face. “Because I would've done the same thing, actually I did do the same thing.” You looked up at him. “I remember covering every little spot."

He laughed a bit, although it wasn’t really a laugh. “I used to stand in front of mirrors for hours." His eyes drifted away for a second. “Wondering if it'd stop." "If maybe I'd wake up and it'd all be gone, or that some type of medicine would come it and it would just all stop.” “it never worked." He swallowed once before speaking again, “And people noticed anyway."

You'd never heard him talk about it like this, ever. "I remember reading things people wrote." His voice was practically a whisper now, "I remember crying at night, by myself, wondering what I could do to stop it all.” Your chest tightened.

Michael looked back at you with tears sitting in his eyes, wanting to come out so badly but michael was never one to cry in front of you.

"I would've done anything to have somebody hold me the way I'm holding you right now." As soon as you said that you immediately broke even more, michael having to go through this alone, nobody to help him. He pulled you back into his arms before you could even wipe your face.

"So that's exactly what I'm gonna do." He kissed the top of your head once again, then your forehead, and then the corner of your eye where another tear had fallen.

"I don't care if one spot shows up." Another kiss. “Or ten." Another. "Or even a hundred." His forehead now rested against yours. “I'm gonna love every single one because they're yours." You laughed through your tears. "That's cheesy." you whisper.

“I know."

"So cheesy."

"I know."

"You practived that just incase, huh.” A tiny smile finally appeared on his face. “Maybe." You laughed again and there it was. The sound he'd been trying to get back all month. He smiled a little wider.

"There's my girl." His hand found yours, slowly turning it over in his own. Without thinking, your fingers tried to hide the pale patch on your wrist.

Michael gently stopped you. He intertwined his fingers with yours instead.

"No more hiding from me." His thumb brushed over the light patch like it was the most normal thing in the world. "You hear me?" You nodded quickly. michael shook his head. “I need to hear you baby.”

"Okay yes.”

"No more hiding."

You took a shaky breath.

"No more hiding."

He smiled, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it, on the patch of skin you'd spent two weeks trying to cover. It’s like he was trying to replace every ounce of shame you'd felt with something softer, something that was safe and warm.

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

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- He knew he’d gotten in too deep the moment he met you. No matter how many times he told himself to keep his distance, he couldn’t. Instead, he’d absentmindedly rubbed between your thighs while you sat in his lap, arms snaking around his neck, as he smiled to himself before quietly asking, “What am I gonna do with you?”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved getting on his knees to undress you as he kissed your navel repeatedly just to make you shiver before softly caressing your clitoris with his mouth. Gripping your cheeks and smacking them as you whimpered and came inside his mouth

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Treated you like an absolute princess, spoiling you whenever the occasion would arise. Having flowers delivered to your home and often picking your brain for the things you adored so he could secretly order them for you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Loved the teasing photos you sent him most, especially the ones that revealed just enough to leave the rest to his imagination. His favorites were the prints you had secretly mailed to his house, tucked into picture frames or slipped neatly into wallet-sized sleeves that he kept closer than he would admit. The embarrassment that came over him when he asked you for more because of all the stains the others had acquired

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved waking up in bed next to you, tucking your hair behind your ears and caressing your face before having to get up and start his day. Running his hands up your oversized shirt and massaging your thighs to wake you up

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who never liked letting you wander too far, with nothing more than a crook of his finger and a subtle shake of his head, he’d silently call you back. You’d only tease him by lingering a little too long in conversations with one of his bandmates or a guy your own age because you understood the more jealous he became the more he would make you cum

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who taught you more about your body than you would’ve known. Taking his time and making sure you always orgasmed first followed by heavy foreplay. Exposing you to different “sweet spots” on your body. Teaching you the difference between a vaginal and clitoral orgasm, discovering which one you liked better so he could please you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who learned how much you admired his bad era, so he wore his iconic belt and allowed you to dry hump it until you reached your peak. While he wrapped his hands around your backside for support and left hickies on your chest and breasts. Moaning as he felt your thighs clenching up as you peaked, watching your orgasm spill into his lap

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Not always, but occasionally would come home frustrated after unsuccessful studio sessions and turned to you for relief. Bending you over his desk and taking his frustrations out on you—watching you ooze out a mixture of yourself and his “anger”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved seeing you wear the necklace with his “M” resting against your chest whenever you were riding him. Watching it sway with every movement never failed to steal his attention, a quiet reminder that you were his

A/N: I could literally keep going with this my mind has so many filthy ideas 🙈. Inspired by the wonderful @prettyangeliczz 💋💋💋

Synopsis: Behind the fame, the headlines, and the closed gates, Michael’s greatest secret was you. So when his family decides to surprise him with an unexpected visit, one awkward interruption turns into the most chaotic first meeting either of you could’ve imagined.

1/2 requests from an anonymous

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷: Risk play, Exhibitionism, blow job, recording, age gap, secret relationship, praise play, daddy kink, recording kink, and penetration

You sat comfortably in Michael’s lap, your legs draped over his waist as your fingertips traced lazy circles across his chest. His hands rested on your thighs, gently stroking them while the two of you exchanged soft smiles, completely lost in each other’s company. The soft amber sun shining through the windows of the house and hitting Michael’s skin making this moment so much more romantic

“Do I make you happy sweetheart?”

“Of course” You smiled sweetly before kissing his knuckles a few times

You & Michael have been in a secret relationship for the past three months yet only the two of you knew about it. Michael had no desire to share you with the rest of the world and you could fictitious the backlash of your family wondering what you were doing in a relationship with an older man.

But what people would never understand is how happy he made you, yes he was an older man but you’d never felt so fulfilled and appreciated by a romantic partner

“Can we try something baby?” You asked sweetly

“Like what?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips before you kissed Michael’s lips delicately

“Ohh my god—Tink”

Michael struggled to keep the camera from slipping out of his hands because he was getting so lost in the lustful pleasures you were giving him

The two of you now in the Foyer with Michael recording you giving him the messiest blowjob he had ever received. Your saliva had completely coated his shaft and covered your mouth completely

Taking a break from deep throating, you used both hands to create a double twisting sensation and occasionally sucking his balls also. His knees were threatening to give out at any moment

“Baby I need you to do something for me?” You sweetly asked while kissing his quivering thighs and staring into his eyes

“Yes Tink?”

You never stopped stroking his dick, feeling his precum and saliva coating your hands with each twist

“I want you to fuck my face”

“Wouldn’t that hurt you?”

“No baby—it’s just something I wanna try with you, I wanna do it for you”

Michael took a deep breath and gripped the camera tighter, still looking uncertain about it

“Don’t you wanna cum for me?”

Immediately he shook his head yes “Yes..Whatever you want sweet face”

A smile spread across your face just before you kissed his tip making him shiver “You’re still recording me right?”

“Mhm”

You swallowed his dick gagging once you reached the halfway point, pacing yourself and grabbing his thighs for support once you successfully took everything in. Michael began rocking his hips forward and grabbing the back of your head once he got comfortable “Fuck” he groaned

Staring down at your beautiful brown eyes and your full lips wrapped tightly around his dick, taking everything that he was giving to you. Each thrust his tip touched the back of your throat, he was surprised that you weren’t gagging or begging him to stop

Instead you moaned as loud as you could and bobbed your head at the pace Michael forced your head down. Feeling your mouth transition from his tip and back down to his base repeatedly “Fuck fuck fuck!” He moaned “Baby your mouth feels so fucking good right now”

Your mouth was heavily salivated causing it to splatter with each thrust, coating your chest and thighs

“You doing okay mama?”

“Mhmm” you replied with tears filling your eyes

Michael tightened his grip around the camera as he spread his legs slightly and placed one hand behind your head. His fingers pressed in the back of your skull watching you work

Feeling your mouth travel from his tip and back to his base repeatedly, the warm sensations disappearing before returning. Feeling your tongue brush up against his dick drove him wild

You could feel his dick twitching like crazy in your mouth signaling he was about to cum, even his thrusting had gotten aggressive “You ready for me to cum pretty girl? Hm?”

“Mhmm” you managed to get out

Shortly after his cum shot down your throat and his body recoiled repeatedly in your presence. Your lips touching his shaft as he held your head in place , moaning out for you and stuttering over his words

You remained obedient, kneeling on your knees and waiting for him to be done before you moved. He staggered back before pulling his dick out of your mouth, wincing at the pleasure of just feeling the insides still touching him. He dragging his dick across your lips slowly—watching his cum still spilling out across your face as you grabbed it and kissed his tip before swallowing the rest of his cum

“You taste so good baby” rubbing your thumb against his tip to make more cum shoot out

“Get up there” pointing at the sofa

“Oh fuck! Michael please”

Now it was your turn to hold the camera while Michael ate you out, your hands trembled trying to get a clear shot

One leg rested on the sofa while the other was over his shoulder while he focused all his efforts towards making you cum again. Pumping his middle finger in you passionately while pressing his tongue in your clitoris

The knot in your stomach felt like it would collapse at absolute any second, your abdomen continued to retract trying to fight against cumming so soon. Michael looked up at you and smirked seeing the desperate look on your face and the way your jaw hung open, unable to even get your words out

As his tongue continued to swirl your clitoris Michael removed his finger from inside you and used it to press down on your abdomen causing you to squirt in his face, your hips rocked forward into his face—not wanting it to ever end

Michael pressed your legs into your chest while he took his time swallowing your fluids, feeling his lips against yours made you shiver even more because of how sensitive you had become

Using the bottom of his shirt Michael wiped his face before kissing your soft lips “You done Tink?” Tapping his dick against your clitoris and watching you shiver

“No” you shook your head slowly

“Good” kissing your forehead before taking the camera from you “because now it’s your turn”

Michael focused the camera on your face capturing the exact moment his dick slid inside you, the way you gasped and scrunched your eyebrows before dropping your jaw

“Ohh fuck, fuck!” You cried

Sitting on top of the coffee table was Michael’s cellphone, buzzing and vibrating catching his attention “whoever that is gotta wait, I’m busy” turning his attention back to you

“Your pussy just does something to me” he panted speeding up his pace “I wish you would let me taste it everyday”

“He’s not answering! I just tried again” Jackie slamming his flip phone shut

“I’m sick of this yall are taking too long” Marlon pushed past his brothers punching in the code to Michael’s front door

Since Michael was so wrapped up in his secret rendezvous he hasn’t been in contact with hardly anybody from the outside world and people were starting to get worried. Today was the final attempt his brothers made to contact him over the phone before popping up

“Maybe he’s just in one of his moods, yall know how Michael can be sometimes”

Jermaine whispered as the three brothers stepped into the foyer

“I don’t wanna hear it, I need to lay eyes on him today or I’m calling the police”

Meanwhile, Michael was so distracted with fucking you that he failed to hear the front door open and the approaching footsteps. His only focus was you

By this point Michael had flipped you into back shots, you dangling over the couch and clawing at the arm rest with tears spilling out your eyes while Michael recorded you from behind and releasing his cum on your butt

Just then all 3 brothers walked in on the two of you, you immediately gasped and jumped back covering your chest with your arms and grabbed a pillow as a shield

Michael immediately dropped the camera and turned red seeing his family standing in the living room, immediately all 3 brothers covered their faces and turned around after what they saw

“I told yall we had no business coming over here”

“Shut up Jermaine you the one that called me up” Jackie added

“Now we know why he wasn’t answering the phone” Marlon teased making everyone laugh

The two of you quickly threw on clothes before the brothers turned around “This is my girlfriend” Michael proudly announced

A/N: I was so nervous writing this because I’d die inside getting caught by his brothers

pairing : bad!michael jackson x gf!reader. synopsis : you comfort your insecure boyfriend

Michael and you were laying in your shared bed. His legs were tangled with yours. His head layed deep into your chest. You were rubbing his back, paying attention to the TV that was playing quietly in front of you too.

He had just gotten back from being on tour, and stated right when he walked in that all he wanted to do was lay down on the bed with you.

Your attention slowly drifted away from the TV thinking about when he walked in the house. The look on his face kept replaying in your head. His face just looked so drained, his eyes were slightly puffy, and posture was slouched. You regretted not questioning him in the moment. It’s just the look on his face convinced you otherwise.

The thoughts in your head were interrupted hearing the soft voice of your boyfriend below you.

“(Name), do you think I’m ugly?”

His voice was so small, his tone was neutral. Almost like he has said this before and gotten a negative answer. Your mouth slowly became agape. How could the man below you even say that? Woman practically fell to his knees. They fainted at his concerts. How could a thought like that even form in his head? You felt him lift his head off your chest sitting on his knees staring straight at you.

“Please answer me.”

Your boyfriend said practically pleading. You were so caught up in figuring out how he could even think this. That you completely forgot about even answering his question.

“Mike, how could you even say that- or I mean. Even for that thought.”

You were so caught off guard that you were stuttering. You were now sat upright staring into the eyes that stared back. Your eye brows were furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t know- I guess. Maybe when I was walking out of the airport on my way here. All of the paparazzi- they just were saying rude things.”

He looked down, covering his face with his hands. He shook his head. His hands pulling off from his face.

“They just kept commenting on my appearance. Saying, ‘Oh Michael! How many times have you gotten your nose done?!’ Laughing in my face- or saying ‘Michael, how does it feel that your girlfriend thinks your ugly?’ and saying-“

You couldent bare to hear further more. Embracing him into a deep hug. You lifted your head up, trying to avoid the tears that were forming. You held in his into the hug, feeling your shirt becoming wet. He was crying silently, not making a sound. The hug was just a release button to let out all of the sadness he endured throughout the tour.

You kept repeating soft ‘sorrys’ moving your hand up and down his back. With your other hand holding his head.

“Micheal, I wish I was there. I’m so sorry. Don’t ever listen to them. If I was there I would have blew there fucking head out for talking to my man like that.”

Michael laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You thought for a moment.

“You know, I didn’t even answer your question.”

She stated, looking down at her boyfriend who still had silent tears falling.

“I think your the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend. I’m saying that because everyone thinks it. The woman who pass out at your concerts think that, the men that accompany the woman think that, even the paparazzi that spread and say evil and malicious lies about you think that. The people who say other wise are just jealous. I could name every thing I appreciate about you right here right now without a thought.”

You stated, almost out of breath from speaking so fast and angrily. Your hands were now twisted in his hair. He looked up, his tears were now put at a falt.

“Can you?”

His voice was small, scared for your answer. Yet he questioned with curiosity. You looked down smiling, nodding your head. Quickly getting comfortable laying how you two were before.

“Well, for starters. I love your eyes. Those eyes. I could stare into them for hours. They have so much thought and feeling. I get lost in them every day. I love your nose. Every time I pass by you I always need to sneak a little peck. I love your style. I mean, I get inspired every day with how you dress. Your style is so unique. I love your voice. The way it softens when you get shy. The way your voice changes around the way you feel about people. I love your-“

“Alright, Alright..”

Michael said smiling cutting you off. When you looked down at him. His tears stained cheeks were now a bright pink. You giggled, moving to sit on top of him. The two of you both smiling big.

“What? You were the one that asked if I could!”

You leaned down, slowly, yet passionately kissing every single thing you love about his face. Ending with his lips. When you leaned up you saw how his normally tan cheeks, were bright red. You smiled.

“I love you so much Michael, please never let these haters ever get to you okay?”

Caressing his cheek, staring into his big deep brown eyes. He slowly nodded.

“I love you to the moon and back my girl.”

He stated leaning up and kissing your lips.

SELFIE ✧˖*°࿐ Michael Jackson || mature x fem!reader

summary: michael is still getting the hang of owning a phone where he can actually text and call people on. y/n however gets it pretty quickly with being her age, so she helps him understand.

warnings: newer technology, unestablished age gap, y/n is a model, at home fluff, just sweet

pervybsf!michael— who gets overly excited when his sister la toya announces that you will be staying over a few nights knowing he gets to see you in those skimpy little outfits you wear. each piece of clothing fitting you like a glove, accentuating your curves so good and so right. all of a sudden he’s downstairs for a “cup of water” at night just to find you in your little two piece set. your leaned over the counter, your plump ass eating at your night shorts. he clears his throat, “oh hey mikey..” you smile back at him sheepishly. your soft sleepy voice melts him like honey. oh you have no idea how badly he wants to pull those night shorts down and bend you over the counter, have you take him right then and there.

pervybsf!michael— once when you had gotten out of the shower and returned to the guest bedroom that had been occupied by you during your stay, mike had caught a glimpse you in the mirror through the crack of the door.

you were wrapped up so prettily in that baby pink towel of yours.

to your knowledge you were at the house alone, “finally” you thought to yourself. finally you were able to please yourself for the first time in a minute with the house being empty. you felt a little guilty for some reason- “surely everybody does it..” you thought to yourself . the guilt had soon went away as you dropped the towel revealing your naked, damp body, not only to yourself but to mike as well- but you didnt know that. he gawked over your reflection, a wave of heat rushing over his face- and down to his pants. he couldn’t believe the sight. you lay yourself down onto the mattress and began fondling yourself. your hands squeezing and pinching at your breasts.

god mike had felt that he could cum his pants right then and there.. he felt so dirty watching you, hearing you, wishing he could give you a helping hand..

you let out soft whines and whimpers as you felt yourself up, your hands reaching down lower to play with yourself. mike bit his lip as he rubbed himself off at the scene playing out in front of him.

pervybsf!michael— loves when you’d let him tag along while doing some shopping for yourself.

him knowing that it’s just his excuse for getting to see you in those private dressing rooms playing dress up for him. “do a little twirl f’me?” he says while eyeing you up, softly biting his lips. you’re so oblivious to the fact that he’s literally checking you out, totally obeying his every word. “now turn around. yeahh that one’s perfect.” his eyes lingered on the shape of your ass in that mini skirt. the way it was practically falling out from underneath it. “mm you sure mikey? feels a little too short” you’d ask looking at yourself in the mirror, perking your ass out- not for him but for you to see how dangerously short the skirt really was. “no no. this one’s perfect.” he says to himself, his hands resting over his hard bulge that crept up on him. “m’kay! if you say so..”

pervybsf!michael— who stares over your figure as you emerge from the swimming pool. the way your bikini had hugged your full, perky tits and ass so tight from just coming up out of the water. your body just soo wet and glistening under the sun. he just wants to run his hands all over you!

‘thank goodness for these sunglasses’, he had thought to himself- hoping you haven’t noticed the way he’s been staring at you for the past 5 minutes.

“mikey! could you do me a favor..? can you re-tie my top.. i can feel it coming loose..” you say snapping him out of his tranced state.

A surprise part three

Somebody brought a plot to my attention and I immediately needed to write it out so enjoy! 🫦

WARNING: a slutted out story awaits you

Helping you set the table outside for the cookout your parents decided to throw, Michael helps you lay the plastic cover on the foldable tables, both laughing at the conversation you’re having. He starts to look around which makes you raise an eyebrow before scolding him.

“Aht you stay yo’ ass over on that end” you say sternly with a half smile.

“Excuse me? “ he says furrowing his brows playfully making his way around the table as you scoot to the other side across from him, giggling.

“You speaking to daddy that way? You sure?” He says smirking leaning on the table, licking his lips.

“Stop it” you say in a whisper, widening your eyes smiling.

Maurice sees this entire interaction from the kitchen window. He makes his way towards the back door, coming down the steps with the folding chairs. Michael turns to see who it is and immediately looks back at you rolling his eyes before standing up straight. You look at Maurice smiling as you walk up to him, grabbing one of the chairs.

“Thanks baby” you say. Michael scoffs but plays it off with a cough which he fails at completely. You side eye him trying to push down the smirk that was creeping on your face.

Maurice sets them down leaning them against the table before pulling you by your waist, lifting your chin to kiss you. Before his lips even grazed yours Michael calls your name, immediately you look over and Maurice clenches his jaw still staring at you.

“Your mom said she needed a few more things from the store, so I was gonna make the run for her while your dad starts grilling. Come with me so I know what to get” a story he made up just so he wouldn’t have to see what was about to take place.

“ That’s a two person job? “ Maurice says cutting his eyes at Michael. You snap your head at Maurice with the nastiest frown on your face.

“ It most definitely is, can’t do it without her. Need her, matter fact” Michael says with a devious smile before he drops it, looking at you before turning and walking towards the back door.

You watch Michael as he turned to look at you one last time, before entering the house. You pushed Maurice.

“Tf is your issue?” You say straightening the table cloth.

“Ion got no issue” he says angrily unfolding a chair and sliding it under the table.

“Oh so what, that was your way of starting a conversation? Bullshit.”

“Why tf he always around you? Eyeballing you and shit, tryna make you laugh” he says raising his lip, frowning, turning his attention towards you. For a split second you look away, sighing.

“What are you on about? He’s like family, hello? Like an uncle?!” you lie convincingly.

“Yeah right, you may not see it but as a man, I know”

“As a man you know what? Please enlighten me ?!” you say leaning against the table with your arm, cocking your head to the side.

“When a man is infatuated by a woman” he says looking you in your eyes.

Your look softens but not enough for him to notice, you chuckle as you start to walk away.

“Oh you’ve lost your mind”

“Have I ? “ he says grabbing your wrist, tightly. You try to jerk your arm but can’t, you look up at him.

“You definitely have! Let my arm go! You shout, not loud enough for anyone to hear but for him to notice you weren’t playing.

Maurice exhales through his nostrils and softens his grip, finally letting you go. You stand there looking at him as you rub your wrist.

“I’m so- baby I’m so sorry” he says stepping closer to you. You take a step back.

“Please forgive me, I just don’t like the way he is with you” he says taking your hand, letting him hold it for a second before you took it away. Your eyes tearing up as he immediately embraced you in a hug. Pleading over and over again for how sorry he was. Looking up you give him a ‘ I forgive you ‘ look and he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Michael now at the kitchen window, watched the whole thing play out. Words couldn’t even form the feeling of pure jealousy and hatred he had for your boyfriend in this moment. Not only did he hurt his angel, but he also kissed the lips that belonged to him and him ONLY. Physically shaking the feeling, he smirked as he turned his attention back to your parents, acting normal as possible.

Everybody has arrived now with music blasting, games being played and the sizzle of food being cooked and prepared. Talking with one of your “ aunties “ (a close friend of your mom’s) you shoot a glance at Maurice as he’s looking at you, standing at the grill with your father. He gives a soft smile & you give one back, immediately looking down at your aunt before ending the conversation heading your way into the house. As you open the door, a certain song was playing that had Michael in there dancing with the others, cutting up.

“ Man look at shawty roll,( I love your girl ) Man look at shawty go ( I love your girl ) I’m sorry I have it in for your girlfriend “ he sings which makes you cover your mouth from laughing. Your mom swaying to the music, brings you into the circle to dance with them, you loosen up as you start to sing along, Michael holding your hand and raising it so y’all are dancing together but at a respectable distance.

“Now she running fingers through her hair, he tryna call her over there but she like FUCK THAT NIGGA “ you yell out as your mom sings with you, holding her middle finger in the air, letting out giggles. You turn to Michael as you both sing the next part to each other, not even realizing that your boyfriend had walked in the house and was watching from the kitchen doorway. Michael on the other hand, was fully aware and didn’t give notice one fuck.

“ Call it envy I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed ahh ahhhh “ you playfully sing with Michael as he twirls you on purpose so you could see Maurice with his face turned up, slow blinking. Michael bites his lip as he continues dancing, taking your mom’s hand now, two stepping with her to the rest of the song. Not before he blurted out his favorite line.

“And I pray that y’all ain’t serious, cause seriously she’s on my dick” the women coo as they start to sing along feeling the lyrics. You walk over to Maurice, holding him. Turning your attention towards your dad who brought some of the meat in.

“ MMM smells good pop! Let me get a bite” you say as your dad hands you a piece of a rib. You hold the piece you bit from to Maurice’s mouth, he looks down at you then back up at Michael not saying a word.

“Are you kidding me? Knock it tf off right now” you say, eating the piece and unwrapping your arms from around him. He doesn’t say a word and goes back towards your father, grabbing the rest of the meat and heading back outside to the grill. You watch him as he exits. Turning on your heels and rolling your eyes, you make your way through the living room to the stairs up to your room. Not being able to follow you, Michael kept his eyes on you in a way that wouldn’t be concerning. As the vibe died down and everyone carried on conversing with each other, Michael slipped away heading towards your bedroom. Checking his surroundings, he entered your bedroom, quickly closing and locking it.

You walk out your bathroom, with your hands in your hair, holding your curls up from off your neck. Flustered a bit you stare at Michael before speaking.

“ What are you doing?! Did anyone see you ?!” you say looking concerned.

“ No one saw, trust me, they’re too drunk for their own good” he replies biting his lip, walking towards you.

“Mikey please we could get caught” you say, of course still wanting him to try anyway which you knew he would.

“I have to have you though babygirl” he says pushing you into the bathroom, locking that door as well. He picked you up and sat you on the sink, heavily breathing as he attacked your neck with kisses, gripping the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair pulling your head back as he licked up from your neck to your lips. He slid his warm, wet tongue past your lips as he aggressively kissed you, pressing his hard print into your pulsing slickness. He pulled back pressing his forehead into yours.

“ If he ever lays another finger on you, I’ll kill him. I can’t believe he’s still breathing in my presence for that little shit he pulled earlier” He growled.

You look back in his eyes, as yours gets glossy, knowing he meant every word. You grab at his collar, bringing him close, slamming your lips back into him as you throw your leg around his waist, pulling him in as close as humanly possible. A moan escaping your lips as he thrusted his hips into you. He takes his hands and slides them under your sundress, sliding your panties off, letting them hit the floor before he bends down, lifting you off the sink, having you sit on his shoulders as he’s face to face with your pussy. He leans you against the door for support as you entangle your fingers in his hair, softly moaning. He holds your ass cheeks as he begins to devour you, raising you up and down as his tongue glides against your sweetness, making his mouth a glistening mess. Tightening your core as he goes faster, lapping you up like a dog as he moans. Wet, popping noises start to fill the room as he is licking every crevice of your pussy.

“Fuck baby, I missed your tongue on me” you say licking your lips letting out a moan as you look down at him. He does a low groan as he looks up, taking your clit between his lips, sucking hard which makes your body shake uncontrollably.

“ Yes baby! YES! “ you moan out loudly as you hold onto him tighter. His moans vibrating against you which only heightened the feeling. Tears forming in your eyes, you close your thighs around his head as you feel your orgasm coming.

You let out a hiss “ shit! “ as your body jolts from releasing on his lips and chin. Michael immediately, sliding his tongue to your entrance, licking and sucking up every ounce of you. He slides you down, so that your bare pussy was against his hard & erect bulge in his pants. He starts to grind into you, still holding you up from the back of your knees, not even caring that your cream was coating him. He moans before licking your bottom lip for you to open up. You do so and he passionately kisses you, swapping a mixture of saliva and your nut into your mouth. He walks you back over to the sink and sets you down, not pulling away from the kiss as he unbuckles his pants, dropping them and his boxers. Finally pulling away from the kiss he looks you into your eyes. He takes your wrists and places soft kisses to them before wrapping them around his neck, leaning you up on the edge.

“After today, that lil nigga is no longer your boyfriend, you hear me ?” He says, thrusting his tip into you, just enough for you to feel him.

“Mm yes baby! “ you whine.

“Let me hear you say it mama”

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore” you moan looking into his eyes.

“Tell me how much of a dummy he is” he says pushing in further but not all the way.

“Shit! He’s such a fucking lame “ you groan in short breaths.

“Mhm, the dumbest mufucka on the planet” he says, pushing all of him inside of you moaning as your pussy fully engulfs him. He continues to feed you slow, deep stokes as he looks you deep in your eyes.

“You’re too fucking sexy for some little ass boy” he moans.“You belong to me “ he continues, speeding up his pace.

“I’m the only one that can kiss your lips. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.” He says slamming into you slightly moaning out his words. You scream turning them into moans as you look into his eyes.

“I’m the only one that makes you feel this good baby, he could never keep you cumming like this. I promise that shit” He groans, taking his thumb above your clit, rubbing in gentle but firm circles sending you into overdrive. Thrusting himself faster as he approaches his climax, he grips your hips, driving himself deep into you.

“ HARDER BABY HARDER “ you scream, feeling your peak start to hit you fast. He does as you command, moaning loud with you, drilling you until you both cum together.

“You love me baby? Tell me you love me” he moans sloppily thrusting into you.

“Yes daddy I love you! I love you baby!” You whined as he pulls you close to him, kissing you as you both let your moans flow between each other’s lips, holding tight as you both orgasm. You both shake violently, cream, spilling past the both of you and onto the counter/ floor. Breathing heavy, you share a long kiss, while he thrusts into you before slowly pulling out. He cups your face in his hands.

“I love you so much babygirl, never doubt that” he says kissing your forehead, your nose and then finally your lips.

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"mike! what are you doing??" he purposely opens your legs with his big hands. for his luck you're not wearing any panties. your pussy is so pretty. he admires every single detail of it. he opens your inner lips and presses his middle finger on you. he doesn't put it in. he only teases you by drawing soft circles around it.

“you're soaking wet, mama” he slides your wetness all over your pussy. his voice is raspy, you feel his warm breath close to you. and he presses a soft kiss on your button.

“let's see how well you taste with ice cream”

“no way—” the dessert spoon that was full of neapolitan ice cream is now pressed against your pussy. it's cold. it's like shockwaves. he takes it away after smearing all the ice cream on you. he opens his mouth and kisses you down there. he licks all the ice cream off your pussy. delving his tongue into your juiciness like a man who has spent years thirsty. he devours all of you. and you're dissolving in all the pleasure his tongue is giving you, the wet sounds, his tongue licking all of the sweet cream, give you the explosion.

“nghhhhh-mike! nhgmn..fuck…fuck”

“cum for me, princess. yes….mhmn. you taste so damn good. yes, you definitely go well with ice cream”

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Shhh ! • Otw!Michael x reader

⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ in which your wholesome library date turns something just a bit more...

𑣲⋆ Contains : Subby mike. Public sex. Handjob.

A/n: lets ignore that this took me so long to do... Anyways !

If there was one thing Michael loved, it was a library date. 

The quiet atmosphere and few people that came in and out. Hushed whispers that could be heard through the knife-like silence. As the two of you picked out a book, you sat comfortably in your chairs in the corner. The spot became more familiar as the two of you visited more often.

Sure, you usually read, but today? You were beyond distracted.

First time for everything

Pairing: Shy!Michael x Shy!reader

Content: After being left alone, Michael can't help but let his mind roam with all the things you could be doing.

Contains: Virgin Michael and reader, being nervous to see each other, Michael worrying about his size, lowkey getting caught by his brother's.

A/n: why dis lowkey come out shitty...anyways

Hayvenhurst, approximately 4:15 PM.

The house was finally quiet, free from the loud noise of his brother's roughhousing and his sister's giggling at the way their brothers tumbled around.

Finally, it was just the two of you, lips mashed together, moving at a desperate pace. The sound of his hit album Off the Wall whirled through the speakers of his record player as you lay out on his large bed.

“I can't help but see you, running often through my mind.”

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ For the winner • Dangerous!Michael x Actress!reader

⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ After winning your first Oscar Michael has something special planned for the winner !

𑣲⋆ warnings : Car sex. Making out. Riding.

March 25, 1991.

It was the most anticipated night, not only for you but also for the people at home watching from their TVs and the actors who gathered for the event in fancy dresses and suits that made it look more like a fashion show rather than the Oscars, and it was the same for you.

Your dress was long, sweeping the red carpet as you walked, the fierce slit showing every bit of your leg and the shape of the dress hugging your body perfectly in all the right places, paired with Michael in his white coat, the gold of his belt being the centerpiece of his outfit that sat on the waistband of his black pants.

— SUMMARY: After 6 months of being together, Michael decides that tonight’s the perfect time to ask for just one anniversary gift; he wants you to start controlling him in the bedroom.

— WARNINGS: sub!mike, needy!mike, lots of tension, body worship, size kink, angst (if you look through a microscope), dumbification (kinda…?), face sitting, oral (f receiving), mike has a big dick, handjob, choking, unprotected p in v, nipple play, dacryphilia, no use of ‘y/n’, mean!dom reader, use of mommy (kinda), use of ma’am, mike is kinda pussy drunk, timestamps are unimportant, kinda slow burn, gets kinda fluffy at the end, implied aftercare.

— WC: 5.1k (I got carried away…)

— A/N: The winner of this poll. I fs got carried away lmaooo. Like, comment, n reblog! And don’t be shy to flood my asks, i don’t bite..always.

A/n: yall I was giggling so hard thinking of this. I hope yall enjoy! Okay, that’s all, love yall byeeee! 💋

Summary: what’s a sleepover without some mischief? Established friends. Mutual respect. Pining. Secret crush. Fluff.

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Michael had invited her over for a sleepover. More specifically, he had a hard day and wanted to be close to her. And of course, she accepted.

The doorbell rang, signaling she had arrived. Excited, Michael ran to the door. “Coming!” She could hear the muffled voice. But a few seconds later, a loud thud.

“Michael?” She yelled, concerned. She stepped forward, trying to look inside the door. Soon enough, it was swung open. Michael smiling wide.

“Hey flower!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It sounded like you fell.”

Michael felt his face go red, “No?”

She started to chuckle, “You fell didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Shaking her head, she leaned forward. Grabbing his arm and pulling him close. Wrapping her arms around him. She put her head on his shoulder, holding him close. “You’re so clumsy.”

He immediately relaxed. Holding her close to him as well. This was what he needed.

Her.

“I’m not that clumsy.” He mumbled into her neck. She laughed, “You fell to open the door.” Pulling back, she smiled at him. With such adoration in her eyes.

He smiled back at her. His day immediately growing better.

“The floor’s slippery!”

“Okay, okay.” She teased, “you gonna let me in?”

He helped with her bags. Letting her in. The two ran to his room. With a small game of tag. And her calling him a slow poke. The sound of laughter ringing through the house. It brought life to it.

It was always obvious by the loud laughter that she was over. She was one of his few joys in life.

Once she was settled in, the two got comfortable clothes and went back downstairs. Michael wanted to watch a movie. But first, snacks were in order.

“Did you finish up recording Carousel today?” She asked, scurrying his fridge. Pulling out a can a whip cream, wanting to put it on the ice cream. Just for fun.

“Yeah, but I don’t thinks gonna make it on the album.” He mumbled, his mouth full of ice cream.

“What! But I love that song! Especially with the progress you’ve shown me.” She commended. Starting to shake the can.

“I know! And I do too! But we feel like it unfortunately won’t fit on the album. So it’s possibly gonna be scrapped.”

She sighed, “well, rest in peace carousel.” Taking the can of whip cream, she poured some in her mouth. When she was done, she turned the can towards Michael. To which he opened his mouth, wanting some too.

Afterwards, the went back upstairs to his room. With stomachs full and hearts even fuller.

“What movie do we wanna watch?”

She laid on his bed, already getting comfortable. “Well, what about sleeping beauty?”

“You always want to watch that one!”

“And you always want to watch Peter Pan, but am I complaining?”

Michael got silent. He knew he couldn’t compete with that. Chuckling, he took the movie and got it started.

Walking over, he laid down next to her. Getting comfortable. She laid her head on his shoulder, to which he laid his head on hers. The two were that close. It wasn’t just romantic, but a deep trust. Not sexual, but intimate in its own way.

But of course, a sweet moment can always be interrupted.

The two were halfway into the movie, when a loud thump sounded on the wall. It sounded to be in the next room over.

They didn’t pay attention to it, the only other person in the house was Jackie. And he usually stayed to himself. But the sounded came again. And again. Until it seemed to be in a pattern.

“Oh your kidding me.” Michael groaned, covering his head with his hands. She simply laughed out loud, throwing her head back.

“There is no way this is happening.” Michael whined.

“Oh it is.”

“No…”

“They fuckin!” She whispered, laughing so hard it was surprising how she still had air left.

“Don’t say that!” Michael laughed, covering his ears with a pillow.

But she had an idea.

“Michael, go get a broom!” She squealed, pushing him up. “Come on!”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What? Why?”

“Just hurry up!”

Michael quickly got up, getting a broom as fast as he could. Why she needed it? He had no idea.

Once he was back, he handed it to her. She had a huge grin on her face, immediately taking it. Standing up on his bed, she took the broom, hitting it in unison with the thumping pattern on the wall.

She hit the wall hard, causing the thumping on the other side to stop.

“They stopped! They stopped!” She whispered laughed, falling back on the bed. Michael shook his head, taking the broom from her. He would no doubt have a talk from Jackie in the morning. But he didn’t care. This moment was so worth it.

“You are insane!” He whispered back to her, taking her in his arms.

She kept laughing, letting herself grow comfortable in his arms. “You still love me anyways.”

His heart fluttered at her words.

He loved her more than she knew.

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