mj’s hot switch gf

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⬩summary » you take michael to have his wisdom teeth removed and take care of him while he’s missing you.

⬩warnings » none!

⬩a/n » this was requested! it was really fun to write this so i’m expecting to finish it with a second chapter sometime , thank uu ‹𝟹

you were trying your best to calm him down but you could tell michael was having a very difficult time. his jaw was swollen and cheeks were flushed from the swelling due to the procedure.

“mikey, please just sit down for a minute…” you tried to reason with him but the anesthesia was still coursing his system and making him a little delirious. he was certain he didn’t know you and he had to find out where his girlfriend had gone off to, he could have sworn he’d just seen her…

“nuh-uh,” he mumbled with a mouthful of gauze. “i gotta find my baby.” you found yourself doing a light jog around the house just from trying to catch up with him. has he always been this fast…?

“mikey, the doctor said you have to rest and ice your face every two hours…” he disappears down the hallway, turning the corner into the bathroom. shortly after the light flicks on, you hear silence followed by a soft gasp. “mikey…?”

you travel down to the bathroom, peeking your head in the door. you see michael, looking in the mirror intently as he studies his reflection with confusion. you see him poking at the blood-stained gauze slipping out of his mouth before he spots you. his eyes widen and he slaps a hand over his lips before turning to face you.

“please don’t look…!” worry paints his face as he mumbles incoherently, words slurred from the anesthesia and muffled from the cotton. “‘m fine… just don’t look…”

“is it the gauze, michael? let me see so i can help.” he dodged your approach immediately, still covering his mouth. “michael,” you demanded softly. “let me see it.” he shook his head and tried to use his other hand to keep you away but his movements were too uncoordinated.

you were able to get close enough to help him rebalance before falling over. he gripped your shoulder to hold himself upright as his big doe-like eyes scanned your face. he felt his face get warm from the sudden physical contact and close proximity.

“move your hand so i can see. i’m trying to help.” he finally removed his hand slowly to reveal the pinkish cotton gauze sitting between his lips. you gently pulled it out and michael was absolutely mortified.

“is that my tongue?!” he exclaimed with a lisp. tears began to fill his eyes as he panicked. “my tongue fell out…” his bottom lip quivered with genuine distress as the tears fell dramatically.

“no, michael, it’s the gauze the doctor put in for the blood.” he continued to cry, not hearing a word you were saying. he sniffled and hiccuped at the thought of something so embarrassing happening in front of this pretty girl he can’t recall ever meeting.

“mikey, look.” you turned him to face the mirror again, gently squeezing his jaw to coax it open. “see that right there? your tongue is still there.” he tried to blink the thick tears away to be able to see inside his swollen mouth.

“my tongue…?” he leaned forward, opening his mouth a little wider and poking his tongue to make sure it was still there and alive.

“yes that’s your tongue, baby.” his eyebrows shot up immediately. he looked at you through the glass, tears drying on his cheeks and face twisted in annoyed confusion.

“baby?! i’m not your baby…” he shuffled away from you, letting your hands drop back to your sides. “my girl would not be happy if she knew you were here.”

all you could do was laugh softly. “mikey, i am your girlfriend.” he fell silent but he thought hard.

he raised a hand to wipe his damp cheeks before staring at you intensely. “you? you’re my girlfriend…?” he sounded surprised, like it was unbelievable.

“yes, angel. it’s me. i took you to the doctor this mornin’.” you toss the gauze you extracted from his mouth in the trash and held out a hand for him to take. he slowly slipped his hand in yours, still very uncertain. you switched the light off and slowly led him to the living room.

michael was still silent, still deep in thought. he let you lead him to the couch and he didn’t flinch when you sat a little too close to him. instead he just looked over at you with the same confused look.

“what? what is it?” you asked, curious as to what could possibly be going on in his head at the moment. you watched as his eyes trailed all over your face, maybe finally putting the pieces together.

“you’re real pretty…” he managed to say softly. his eyes sparkled in the early afternoon sunlight that peeked through the windows. “my girlfriend…?” you nodded your head reassuringly. his eyes dropped from your face, silently appreciating your outfit and the way you sat so comfortably beside him.

“whatcha thinkin’ bout, handsome?” his gaze snapped back to yours at the sound of your voice.

“… i can’t tell ya…” his voice was so quiet; he seemed shy suddenly.

“you can tell me anything, angel.” he pouted softly, his swollen, gauze-stuffed cheeks making him look more adorable than usual.

he couldn’t look at you anymore. he focused on the floor and the magazines spread across the coffee table as he felt a little shameful about his thoughts. “my girl is real sexy…” he admitted quietly. “she’s got real pretty legs… and nice lips…”

“does she now…” you could tell he’d probably already forgotten what you told him, so you just decided to entertain him. “what else?”

“she don’t let me see her change… says it makes ‘er nervous. i saw her one time… but it was an accident!” your blood ran cold at the confession. he saw you change? when…?

“she left the door open… she put on this real cute skirt—pink. ‘s her favorite color. i know i shouldn’t have stayed, but the way she shimmied into it…” michael shut his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the couch as he recalled the memory. “she wore my favorite panties i got her…”

his favorite… the pink and white polka dot panties with a pink bow on the front he’d bought you last month. you wore those today, along with the soft pink skirt you picked out this morning. michael watched you dress… this morning…? you tried to stay calm but you couldn’t help the nerves you felt from having him see you like that for the first time, but you also couldn’t help the warm feeling pooling in your belly at the thought of him seeing you that way and silently appreciating you from afar.

“please don’t tell her… i don’t want her to be mad at me… i really didn’t mean to…” the silence that followed rang in your ears. you weren’t mad at him; you couldn’t get mad at him.

“i don’t think she’ll be mad…” if anything, the initial shock was turning into something warmer under your skin.

“i don’t keep secrets, but i can’t tell her what i really think about sometime…” his head rolled heavily to the side as he relaxed even more.

“you can tell me… if you want…” you knew it was probably wrong to encourage his loose lips while he’s in this state, but you just really wanted to know…

“she’d think i’m dirty… i can’t control it… she’ll bend over, wearing that pretty skirt and tiny top… i look sometime but i don’t think she notices…” but oh do you notice. he couldn’t be more obvious even if he tried. “she lets me touch her a little when we kiss, ‘s the best thing ever… love when she let me touch there…”

you felt yourself blushing a little at his descriptions—he felt so strongly about you and it made you feel so special. a few moments of more silence passes before you hear michael’s soft and steady breathing. he’d fallen asleep that fast. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. he really thinks this way about you? maybe you should keep it to yourself. or tease him a little when he wakes up.

you gently nudge his arm a few times to wake him up. “mikey… come on, let’s go to bed.” you stood up from the couch, your hand in his. you continued to gently wake him so he could at least walk to the room. he was so groggy and still uncoordinated so he leaned heavily against you as you led the way.

he plopped heavily on the bed, not caring about where he landed. he sprawled out against the covers and let out weighted sigh.

“angel, you don’t wanna get comfortable?” you asked. he shook his head and mumbled something incoherently and immediately drifted off back to sleep.

he looked so cute and peaceful, you decided to leave him alone just like that. now you have to decide if you can keep a secret or not.

PUT HIM TO SLEEP !

Michael falls asleep by sucking your boobs. That’s it. That’s the fic. Inspired by this <3

It became a nightly routine at this point.

Your eyes will find the clock on the wall, nearing midnight, then followed by the sounds of the front door from downstairs opening and closing. The covers are halfway kicked off of you, just in time as the doorknob turns and reveals your terribly exhausted husband. Yet, he still pulls a smile for you to be greeted with.

“Missed you so much, baby.” He says it every night he comes home, thankful you no longer make the air in his house taste like loneliness. You don’t move over on the bed, because the spot for him is in your arms.