your husband had been exhibiting some unusual behavior recently.
Michael x black fem! reader
content. smut (18+), mdni!, circa 1995 HIStory! era, breeding kink, cowgirl!position, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex, talks of pregnancy, Michael wants to be a papa and make you a mommy
note. this lowkey a bit late but ignore it. never written smut but we’re tryin! (was forced)
You knew Michael wanted to have a baby. Well in his words eighteen babies. It was something you had known for a long time, something encoded into his very being. He always spoke about it– wistful about a life with a bunch of mini you’s and him’s running around the house, filling it with life and joy. He wanted it more than anything but more importantly, he wanted that with you.
You yourself hadn’t given much thought about having kids thinking that it was something that would just happen when it did on its own timeline.
All that to say you noticed that your husband had been exhibiting some weird behaviors recently. Starting with one evening when you got home from running errands, stepping into the house, kicking off your heels, and hanging up your coat.
“Baby you home?” you called into the open space of the foyer, your voice echoing back to you. Hearing noise from the kitchen you step through the threshold met with Michael scrubbing around the counters and a spotless kitchen. And not spotless on a surface level. Even the spots you often avoided when you cleaned were scrubbed to perfection.
Upon noticing you Michael turned around quickly, a large smile on his face seeing you standing there. “Hey mama.” he dropped the sponge in the sink and made his way around the counter towards you.
“Hello…what's all this?” you gestured to the newly cleaned kitchen as he moved to stand in front of you granting you a peck to your lips which you instantly melted into.
“What do you mean?” his arms smoothed around your waist, one large palm resting on your stomach and the other on your lower back pulling your body closer to his.
“I mean the kitchen, I don’t think it’s been this clean since you had it cleaned when we moved in.”
“I dunno, I just wanted it to be clean in here. You never know.” that caused you to furrow your brows confused. Never know what? He didn’t explain further but after that day, he insisted that the kitchen stayed spotless at all times. He even moved things around such as the knives from the counter and– were those new cabinet handles? The once sharp protruding fixtures exchanged for something rounded and safer.
The next instance was when you woke up one morning hand reaching to the other end of the bed for Michael, your hand only meeting lukewarm silk sheets instead. You sat up in bed and noticed noise coming downstairs.
Making your way towards the sound, you register the music playing softly from the speaker. And your husband sitting on the floor, a bunch of boxes and stuff piled around him with his focus on what looked like a photo album in hand. He didn’t notice you standing there so you moved closer, your footsteps alerting him.
“Oh hey mama- I was just…uh spring cleaning?” he smiled sheepishly as your eyes wandered over the mess he's made of the living room. He promised he’d clean it up and waved the book in his hands beckoning you closer to look. He had been looking at a photo of him and his brothers. A little Marlon and Jermaine were rolling about in snow hats and gloves bundling them up and off to the side– a little Michael arms out in front of him with a wary look on his face– like he was gonna be dragged in any second. You let out a little laugh pointing at him as Michael pulled you down into his lap while you two sat on the floor looking at more photos. You asked him if he was okay noticing the wistful looks that would cross his face, his brows pulling down sadly and eyes drooping.
“Yeah I’m okay, just feelin’ nostalgic.”
As time progressed you noticed more and more things changing around the house– all Michaels doing. Your laundry detergent switched out for something hypoallergenic and sensitive, keeping the house stocked with essential items (plus some), rearranging everything in the house claiming things were “more efficient this way”. When he found time to do all this you weren’t sure. He even got rid of some of his things that he no longer used– things he'd been hoarding, things you begged him to get rid of. You could admit the house felt more spacious this way. But then you noticed the covers on the outlets and that's when things started to click in your mind.
The books you found half haphazardly shoved in different places around the house, almost hidden. Baby books – a range of topics. And that's when it hit you.
It all made sense now, all his behavior over the last couple weeks, his nostalgia and wistful looks, the lingering touches on your belly. It made you smile when you thought about it. Michael was preparing for a baby you two hadn't even talked about having yet. You knew that, if he asked, you wouldn’t be opposed to a child and that he’d be the best father in the world to your baby. You trusted that much.
The only part about this whole thing that bothered you is that Michael wouldn’t talk to you like he normally did when something was up with him. It wasn’t until the next time you two had sex that you got the answers you wanted. It was around seven pm. Fathers Day was today.
Michael had just got home and you were on him as soon as he came through the door causing him to stumble a bit as he wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you. “Woah…baby?” he spoke with his lips half pressed against yours.
“Jus miss you s’much.” you hummed moving kisses slowly down his neck, mouthing against the sensitive skin. Michael was very vocal anytime you two had sex always making the prettiest noises for you, noises that went straight down south and pooling into your panties. God you needed him so bad.
He wasted no time, hands snaking down your back, caressing the smooth silk of your nightgown. You felt his large hands smooth over your ass cupping the flesh and squeezing twice signalling.
“Jump.” and he catches you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Your lips don’t part once as he gently lays you on the plush bed, your nightgown riding up when he slots his hips right between yours. You open your legs wider, hands rubbing up his chest and over his back and he lets out low whines.
He pressed his erection into you, grinding slow and needy, the fabric of his slacks causing friction on your clit through your panties. His mouth collides with yours messy and desperate and you meet him with the same intensity tilting your hips to grind further into him.
“Mm need to feel you, please? Can I?” Michael begs hands moving to the hem of your nightgown already pulled far too high to be appropriate. Not that you cared one bit. Some things never changed Michael still asking for permission to touch you as if you haven’t been married for years.
“Please Michael– touch me please.”
His hands, hands you’ve always had a fixation on, big with long slender fingers, gently disappeared under your slip, the pads of his fingers barely touching your skin as his hands traveled up your body. He stopped at your breast and pressed his palm firmly into you, his hands catching on your nipple causing you to arch into him, your heartbeat fluttering against his palm.
“Michael please.” your hands fisted in his shirt begging him to quit teasing. You didn’t think you could take much of it.
“Mm’sorry.” he pulled your gown up and over your head exposing your body to him fully. And he just stared at you for a moment like he was trying to capture the moment and savour it. Like he was so grateful to be here in this moment with you.
“You’re so beautiful mama.” he bent his head down to your neck, his lips soft as they kissed and nipped the skin there. Your back arched, hands threading into his soft hair at the nape of his neck as he moved down yours. You tried to subtly direct his mouth where you wanted him the most but he just took his time planting kisses on all your exposed skin.
“I can’t take much more of the teasing Michael.” you began but was cut off by the wet heat of his mouth finally meeting your nipple, sucking around the flesh as your back arched off the bed and into his mouth. A shudder wracked its way up your spine, the pleasure getting to you as his other hand came up to tweak at your other nipple. The dual stimulation caused you to grind your core into his lap and hard on and Michael detached his mouth from you letting out a groan, eyes squeezing shut.
He was finding it harder and harder to go slow with you. To be a gentleman the way he wanted to.
“Fuck-” Michael rarely cursed and hearing his voice broke on the words like he just couldn’t help himself, it turned you on more than anything.
“Need to taste you.” he didn’t ask this time, just moved down your body, hands moving to the center of your panties, his thumb dipping in and rubbing at your folds gently feeling how wet you were for him. His big brown doe eyes stared up at you as his thumb caught on your clit and you were finding it hard to keep composure.
“You're so wet, this all f’me?” you nodded and his lip caught between his teeth as he finally tugged on your panties, his stare focused on the wet string of your arousal connecting the cotton to your folds. When you were completely bare for him, he didn’t tear his eyes away from your pussy.
To him, he'd never seen a more beautiful sight, one that deserved to be admired. He ran his hands up your trembling thighs, spreading you wider for him and took his ring and middle finger pressing one to your entrance and the other to your clip spreading your arousal around teasing you further.
You whimper your hands finding his, not knowing if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
But you knew you wanted more. When his fingers finally rubbed small circles into your clit, the stimulation built on maddeningly and you melted into his touch.
“I know baby, wan’ you to feel so good.” he looked like he was getting so much pleasure from just pleasuring you, his head falling back a bit but keeping his eyes on you.
“Need more, wanna feel you. I can’t wait.” he spoke, words frantic against the skin of your thigh. You nodded, beginning to tug at his belt, hands quickly unbuttoning his slacks and pushing his boxers down his thighs, the material getting caught.
You huffed air, struggling to remove his clothes like you needed and he just took your hands in his with a smile. “Lemme do it.” he began slowly stripping out his clothes, your eyes eating up every inch of his exposed skin.
Once he was free of his clothes you didn’t waste much more time grabbing him and swapping your positions till his back met the bed and you straddled his hips. He was hard under you and you grinded your pussy down on him, hands on his chest. His hands met your hips, positioning one hand over your lower stomach while you grinded chasing the friction as he slipped between your folds. He didn’t try to control your movements, just guide them.
“You feel so good baby, wanna be inside you, need it.” he spoke through pants hips tilting up to meet yours feeling your slick coating him. You were so wet and it was driving him insane. His head had been in one spot for the past couple weeks.
And as you squatted over him fisting his cock in your hand he wanted nothing more than to make you a mommy.
The lewd sound of his tip breaching your entrance had something locking in the base of Michael's spine. He was fighting so hard to not just drag you down fully, wanting to let you take your time, set your own pace.
“Michael– shit.” your head tipped back, knees shaking from the struggle of holding yourself up. You closed the distance between you two sliding down, the pressure of his cock against your slick walls was maddening. He felt so good. You were a moaning mess by the time your hips were flush to his.
“Yeah jus like that- y’feel so good inside angel.” he took that big hand and rubbed at your stomach again, eyes glued there, like he was seeing something there that you weren’t. You started to grind your clit against him slowly tilting forward.
You noticed that something was bothering Michael and that he wasn’t fully in the moment.
“What is it baby?” you tried your best to steady your voice, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“Was jus thinkin’ about–” he trailed off, turning his head to the side avoiding your eyes sheepishly, his nervous habit of biting his bottom lip coming out as his tongue peeked from his mouth.
“Michael, I know you wanna have a baby.” his head snapped back to yours, big eyes wide baring into yours like his secret had been exposed.
“And I want to have one with you.” you let sincerity bleed into your voice smiling down at him.
“How about– more than one?” he gripped your hips, their movements slowing and you swear you felt him twitch in you at his own words. You let out a laugh leaning down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
“How about we just focus on the one first okay?” he nodded and smiled bright at you like you’d just made his day. Or his whole life. With that out of the way, your hips began to pick up pace, riding him like you wanted to, movements frantic as pressure built up again.
You let out a surprised sound as Michael placed a hand behind your head, flipping you onto your back. His hands gripped under your knees pressing them up up until they met your chest exposing you completely.
“I read somewhere–” he grinded his hips into you deeper, the new angle changing the feeling entirely. “That this was the best position to conceive.” your breath hitched, and you moaned out as he stretched you further. You're gripping at his shoulders with his head buried into your neck, lips letting out soft noises as his hips start to rut into yours.
Michael knew he wasn’t going to last long when he got you in this position. The feeling of you clenching around him and just the thought of putting a baby in you too much to bear. He was so close, his hips getting more erratic by the second.
The orgasm you’d been working your way up to was just on the edge of your spine and Michael knew so he kept his current pace, steady and his finger trailed up your body to rub your clit. “Fuck Michael m’so close!” your body felt like a live wire on the edge of shorting out.
“Let go momma I got you. Gonna look so good with our baby. You want that? Wan’ me to put a baby here?” his other hand came up to caress your stomach, his words driving you insane.
“Yes Michael please! Wanna have ‘ur baby!” your high pitched moans urging him on further. It was that that made him lose it, hips stuttering as the pleasure overwhelmed him, spilling inside your cunt with deep grinds and whimpers. You followed just seconds later tremors wracking your body while you whined coming undone and soaking his lap.
After you’d calmed down a bit with Michael still inside you while cum drooled from where you two were joined, you sighed out a content sound as you two breathed together, skin still damp from sweat and exhaustion.
“Happy Fathers Day, baby.”
note. happy father’s day to the only father ever ! that’s dada man
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