the princess’s diary

Michael Jackson x Black!Reader

-summary: Michael finally gives in to your demand to sing his hit song ‘The Lady in My Life,’ but you didn’t know he had something else planned for you.

-warnings: slightly suggestive 18+ mdni with my content period!!!, reader is described as having coily hair and brown skin.

-word count: 2.3k

-notes: hey yall!! missed you guys lots. this is just something cute i’ve been thinking about since reading this fic by @king-mila. i think she inspired me to start writing for Michael tbh. pt.2?? -jelly🪼

Today was finally the day. After years of begging and pleading, Michael was going to perform your favorite song. The song you sing in the shower, the song you hum absentmindedly while you focused, the first song you play when you’re in a good mood, or trying to lift your mood. The Lady In My Life held a special place in your heart, the yearning and love that was embedded into the song made your heart flutter.

You remember when the Thriller album came out, going to buy a copy even though Michael always saved you one with a cute note signed on the back. But you wanted to support your man how you used to before you became official. When that song played, you instantly knew that this is what Michael had been speaking about when he told you he had struggled a bit with, but after speaking to you on the phone and a few encouraging words, the lyrics and melodies flowed straight through him.

He never wanted to perform this song, felt it was too sacred, too intimate for anyone other than you and him. He barely sang it for you, he got too shy and flustered, opting to hum it softly to you while you cuddled up in bed. But now he’s wrapping up his first solo tour, and you’d been there every step of the way.

When you had time, you would fly out to wherever in the world he was and stay with him for a while, helping him sleep and actually care for himself properly. When you had meetings or red carpets to show up for, you made sure to call him before bed, softly speaking affirmations and life into him. The toll touring and performing took on him was significant, so anything you could do to ease his mind and body, you did it.

Michael felt you deserved this, that this was the least he could do for you when you're his biggest supporter and he simply couldn’t handle saying no to you. Not to mention, his newfound sense of confidence since BAD had come out. Sure, his boyish shyness still took ahold of him at times, but his energy was different. Sure of himself and confident in his abilities.

You had no clue what was happening tonight, just that Michael's stylist had sat you down to refresh your coils and apply a smoky look to your eyes, making your eyes look seductive. There was a dress laid out for you, handpicked by Michael, of course. Similar to a dress you owned that Michael fawned over each time he saw how it hugged every one of your curves and showed off your beautiful legs that he loved to throw over his shoulders. The purple was stunning against your brown skin, pairing well with the simple gold hoops and bangles you slipped on.

The stage manager, Daniel, had come to tell you that he needed to borrow you, telling you to close your eyes as he guided you down a hallway. You could hear screams and cheers coming closer and closer. “Keep those eyes shut tight.”

You relented, wondering why Daniel was bringing you towards the stage. When you finally stopped, the noise was deafening. Tens of thousands of people screamed and cried, reaching out for Michael. “You can look now, baby.” When you opened your eyes, Michael was standing there with a sheepish smile on his face, still wearing his stage outfit for The Way You Make Me Feel, the blue shirt popping off of his skin beautifully. This was definitely one of your favorite looks from him, the simplicity bringing out his beauty.

“What’s all this, applehead?” You could barely hear yourself with all of the fans screaming their heads off. It wasn’t news that you and Michael were together, this was a known fact for years that you were his lady, but you two were very secretive. Not answering with more than a few words when questioned about each other, disguised as you went out, renting out private islands and villas for alone time. Anything to protect your relationship from the harsh media.

He mouthed “you’ll see,” before bringing his mic to his mouth, once again addressing the audience.

“I’m sure you noticed we’re doing something a bit different. Let me not get ahead of myself. This is my gorgeous lady, and for a while now, I’ve been denying her this one request,” the crowd ‘aww’d'.”

“Michael how could you?!” You could hear someone yell out from the crowd, drawing a belly laugh from you.”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he lauged at the fan. “But I think now’s the time. It’s the last show, and I wanted to get this off my chest.” He looked up at the live band, giving a subtle nod. You recognized the instrumental instantly, the tension in your shoulders instantly melting away, your body began to sway lightly, a knowing smile on your lips.

“Michael.. You did not..” You couldn’t believe he was actually going to perform this for you after years of blushing and trying to avoid the topic. You were in such shock that you hadn’t realized one of the staff had brought a chair to the stage for you to sit on.

Once he started to sing, it was like the entire stadium went quiet, the thousands of cheering fans suddenly silent and only you and your lover remained. He circled the chair, occasionally rubbing your shoulder, or moving hair from your eyes. His backup vocalists sounded amazing, blending beautifully with Michael’s vocals. You watched with pure love and adoration in your eyes, not able to believe that he was finally giving into you.

“Stay with me, I want you to stay with me.” He pulled you from your seat, one hand around your waist, the other still holding onto his microphone. His eyes never left yours, longing and.. nervousness in his eyes. As his voice fell into that perfect falsetto you loved so much, your body swayed with his, catching and matching his rhythm perfectly.

The vocalists in the background took the lead of the song, leaving Michael to layer his overtop. “I wanna touch you baby.” He turned you around so your back was to his chest, never losing his rhythm.

“You’re my lady, and I love you girl!” He pressed a quick kiss to your hand, then pulled away from you, circling your aching body. He watched you like a hawk, the nervousness that once lingered in his body lessened.

“I love you, I love you, I need you, I want you baby! Stay with me! Don’t you go nowhere! And I love you baby!” You could hear and feel the passion radiating from him.

When the song slowed again, he pulled you back by your waist, needing to feel you close to him. The slight hiss he gave before continuing to sing made you thighs clench. He makes that same noise when he slides his tip into you.

Your face flushed, a big smile you could no longer fight on your face, and his into his chest. Now you knew why Michael refused to sing or perform this, this felt very.. sensual, something private.

“Don’t you go nowhere, you’re my lady. All through the night~” A hand slid down your hips to your thighs and back up before he repeated his earlier actions and spinned you around til your back was on his chest. The fans swooned at his actions, screaming how they wished it was them.

“I wanna keep you warm”Your favorite part was approaching and you were shy to see what he would do when he got to that part, knowing you replayed that part endlessly.

“Let me feel ya babe. All ova all ova all ova.” The band, the backup singers, the lighting crew, everything was perfect, setting the tone for love and intimacy. You could feel Michael’s warm breath ghosting over your neck, his hand splayed over your stomach, a habit he had picked up once you gave him the go ahead to start trying to get you pregnant.

“Lay back with me! Let me touch you girl! Lay back with me~” He was now standing in front of you, giving you a look. You two could communicate without speaking at all, knowing what the other needed from you. You took the microphone from him, pointing it at his lips. What you hadn’t expected was for him to start dropping to his knees.

With every “All over,” he got closer to the ground, your hand following him so his voice could still be picked up by the microphone. Your hands shook, thighs trembled, and your clit was now alive and aching for him, clenching around nothing.

His hands wrapped around your plush, exposed thighs, rubbing and gripping the soft flesh. It was like you were an alter he had to kneel down and pray to, to worship with his entire being. “All over, baby.” Your eyes were filled with lust and admiration, shocked that he would kneel in front of you like this in front of everyone, normally this was reserved for private times and spaces. It genuinely looked like he was getting ready to eat your pussy in front of everyone.

He didn't finish the rest of his song, instead pulling a velvet box from his pocket. “You’re my lady, baby. You always have been, but I need to make sure you will be my girl forever. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you and I couldn’t imagine going another day knowing you’re not my wife. Will you marry me, darling?”

Though your hands trembled, and your eyes got teary, you somehow held the mic steady enough so everyone could hear what the love he was confessing to you, to the world. You were speechless, not expecting this. Not when he kept insisting you get your nails freshly done even though you’d gotten them done a week before, not when his stylists kept fussing over you, making sure everything was perfect, not when Daniel made you come to the stage with your eyes closed.

Tears escaped your waterline, lips trembling. You cupped his face in both hands, the nerves were rolling off of him. His eyes were, too, shiny with tears, nervous of your answer, worried that this was too public for you. He was simply tired of people questioning the validity of your relationship and taking any opportunity to paint the story he was dating other women, whether it be his backup dancers or other celebrities he said a quick ‘hi’ to at events. You're his lady, publicly and privately and he had to set the record straight.

It felt like an eternity for your lips to connect with his, the taste of the orange juice he sipped on between songs and outfit changes and the salty tears coming from the both of you made you whimper. He could’ve proposed while you sat at the island in the kitchen with your bonnet on and just a t-shirt and panties, and you would've been just as happy.

Between kisses, you muttered hurried ‘yes's. He rose to his feet, your hands never leaving his face and the kisses never ending. The microphone laying abandoned on the stage, his fans screaming the roof down. Confetti poured out from the machines surrounding the stage, everyone clapping and cheering. Even Bill was standing in the wings, nonchalantly wiping away tears and cheering for you both.

The ring was beautiful, 14k white gold Marquise cut ring. Beautifully expensive but timeless. And he would somehow find a way to top that and get you an even better wedding ring. This felt surreal, a dream come true. You had been planning your wedding since you were a child, obsessed with the thought of having a day planned to perfection, specifically curated for you and your special day.

Michael leaned down to pick up the microphone, giving his final thank you's to his crew and to the crowd, promising to see them soon. You waved goodbye to everyone, one last standing ovation was heard as you stumbled hand in hand down the hallway to Michael’s dressing room. Everyone was cheering and congratulating you, but you could barely concentrate, ready to take that man down and rock his world.

You knew you had to put it on him, make it nasty for him just how he likes. Michael quickly packed up his things, double and triple checking to make sure he hadn’t left any of his belongings. “Where do you wanna go, baby? I’m feeling spontaneous.” A knowing smile made its way to your face, excited you could chose whether to go home to your shared home, or take a trip.

“Let’s go to the Maldives! We have to celebrate, applehead.” He gave a wet kiss on your cheek, eyes large with love.

“Whatever you wanna do, wifey.” You pressed your foreheads together, giggles and squeals leaving your mouths, acting like schoolgirls with new crushes.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he jumped around the room, unable to contain his energy. “Frank! We need a flight to the Maldives and a private villa!” Frank rounded the corner, peeking into the room.

“When?”

“Now,” you answered at the same time, bursting out into giggles and staring at each other. Your public affection with each other made married people feel single, never failing to whisper and snickering together.

“You kids drive me nuts,” but he couldn’t fight the smile growing on his face. “Let me see what I can do for you.” He walked away to make a few calls, setting the arrangements. You were beyond excited, not even caring that you would definitely need to go shopping for bikinis and more clothing appropriate for your chosen location.

Hopefully by this time tomorrow, you’ll be sunbathing or riding Michael on a private beach.

Jackie Jackson x black reader

Synopsis: Jackie and reader have been arguing all week, he decides that he’s had enough.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, sort of mean!jackie, arguing, roughness, maybe a little toxic lol idk, verbal, submissive reader, not proofread

Word count: 2,177

Ride it right, or get off.

⋆˚࿔ pairing . Jackie Jackson x f.blackreader 18+MDNI —

⋆˚࿔ premise . after a heated argument between you and your boyfriend jackie things started to escalate but in a good way, he often let's you be a pillow princess but maybe this time it's time for him to put his princess in work after having such a filthy mouth cussing him out....but he secretly loves being cussed out by you.

⋆˚࿔ contains . riding him, backshots, missionary, both of you taking turns smoking during sex, established relationship, they lowk toxic but in love with each other, jackie smoking (please just act like he smokes in this fic), cussing, arguing, reader having a horrible attitude, nipple play, masturbation, jackie being mean, just pure filthy so enjoy babes !

Los Angeles, California 1972 – your house.

Jackie leaned back in the armchair, blunt glowing between his fingers as you tore into him. Smoke curled from his lips while your voice cracked through the bedroom, calling him every name you could think of. He didn't flinch, just watched you pace, eyes half-lidded, letting the weed mellow the sting of every curse you spat.

"You don't give a fuck about this relationship," you snapped, hands flying. "Flirting with every thirsty bitch that throws herself at you—"

Jackie exhaled another thick cloud straight at you. "Keep talking." His tone stayed flat, almost bored. "See where that mouth gets you, youn' know how to shut the fuck up sometimes." He inhaled another cloud then exhaling another thick cloud at you.

"The fuck you just say to me?," you turn to look at him, your eyes giving him that 'don't play with me' look. "If anything you don't know how to stop being such a jackass, oh I forgot you're already one!" You screamed at him, getting more and more heated by the second.

You kept going, on and on for a few more minutes, until he finally stood. Blunt buring slow between his lips. He crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed your chin hard enough to make you shut up mid sentence.

"I think you outtha lost your mind talking to me like that, the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" He said looking you up and down. You didn't say anything besides giving him a look of pure irritation. "I don't give a fuck." You spat back.

"really?, that's how you feel ma?," he smirked, "strip. Get on the bed, now." He commanded, leaving no room to argue. "Play with that pussy while I watch since you wanna walk around huffin and puffin, now ima give yo ass a reason to huff and puff."

You glared but obeyed, jackie ended up going back to the armchair slouching. Blunt burning slow between his fingers. His eyes tracked every move as you stood at the foot of the bed and peeled your top off first. You dragged it over your head, letting your tits bounce free.

His gaze dropped straight to your nipples, already stiff from the cool air and the heat of the argument. You shoved your shorts down next, stepping out of them so you stood completely naked in front of him. "Keep goin," he said, voice low. He took another long pull from the blunt and let the smoke drift up while he watched.

You climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. Legs spread wise, you slid two fingers down over your pussy, parting the lips so he could see everything. Your middle finger circled your clit in slow, wet strokes. Jackie's stare stayed locked on your cunt as you rubbed faster, silent whimpers babbling out your mouth. The sound of your slick filling the quiet room. He exhaled another thick cloud, the tip of the blunt glowing orange while you pushed two fingers inside yourself and started pumping in and out.

"That's it," he murmured, shifting in the chair. His dick was already pushing hard against his sweats. "Don't stop, get that shit nice and wet for me, ma."

You kept fingering yourself, hips rolling up to meet your own hand, "mmnghm—" you moaned out. Your other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits, pinching the nipple the way you knew he liked. He stared at you, eyes half-lidded, smoke curling around his face as he watched your fingers disappear knuckle-deep inside you again and again. Every time you moaned or cursed under your breath he just smirked and kept smoking, letting you work yourself.

"That's it," he muttered. "Rub that shit. Get it wet f'me." You kept touching yourself, your attitude still showing on your face even as your body responded. Jackie stood again, undressing, his long, perfectly trimmed, girthy dick. It's already hard and heavy. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards the edge of the bed

"You got a lot of sass on you, girl," he said with the blunt STILL between his lips. That man loved to smoke, you knew that already, jackie loved him some weed and you loved to smoke with your boyfriend at times so it didn't really phase you.

You batted your eyelashes up at him, small gasps escaping your lips, "and you got a lot of nerve flirtin' with them other bitches." You snapped back almost instantly. He rolled his eyes and spread your legs wide, pushing them up to your perky tits. He started rubbing the head of his tip up and down your slit without pushing in, the teasing forcing a small whimper out of you.

"jackie—don't tease." You looked at him, bringing your lips to your teeth biting down on it softly, you reached down trying to line him up yourself, but he slapped your wrist, "I didn't tell you to touch, stop playin' with me girl." His voice full of irritation and laziness. He continued rubbing his tip over your folds before he finally pushed in fully giving you no time to adjust to him.

You gasped, looking up at him pupils blown wide as you tried adjusting to him, that man didn't give a flying fuck. He started thrusting, hard and steady, one hand pressed down on your thigh to keep your legs wide open, the other one taking slow inhales of the blunt, letting out more smoke.

"You look so pretty, gon' make yo ass a mommy." Every snap of his hips punched a loud moan out of you. "S–slow down baby–shiiiitt!" You moaned, eyes rolling back. Your legs wrapped around him now, heels digging into his back, "I'm–I'm so sorry baby, oh my gosh!" You yelped out, eyes squeezing shut.

"I don't give a damn bout' no worry, Mama, y'know this, don't play crazy now." A dry chuckle came out his mouth. He started pounding into you until the headboard slammed the wall. He took the blunt between his fingers and passed you the blunt and you took a hit while he fucked you slow and deep now changing his pace, his thumb now circling your clit.

"Inhale," he coached, watching your eyes glaze. "Now hold it. Good girl." You exhaled shakily as he picked up speed again, his free hand went to your nipples tugging and sucking one into his mouth as he leaned down while he pounded into you. He moved one of your legs onto his shoulder. This angle had him drilling deeper into you, making you moan out louder.

Your legs started shaking, pressure building fast, "I'm–fuck–im gonna." You tried talking, each other turned into a moan. "You gon' what?, I can't hear you baby," he slapped your inner thigh. "Speak up f'me." He ordered. You put the blunt out on a nearby ashtray being very careful not to drop it, you absolutely tried running from the dick, it felt like he was trying to fuck a five babies into you.

"stop playin' with me," you held you down by your hips, your legs now opened up into a V shape. "You know I don't like that shit, now take it." He drilled in deeper in this position. Causing you to see stars, maybe even galaxies at this rate, "oh fuck—hiccup!—m'so sorry, baby." You whine, lips coming out to a pout.

You felt a tight pressure in your stomach, "jackie—wait a minute, slow downnn." If anything that made him go faster. Sound of skin slapping filled the room mixed with his groans and your moans. "Whatchu finna' cum on this dick?, hm?, answer me girl." One of his hands snaked up around your throat applying a bit of pressure. You nodded your head unable to answer, "mmnghm!—" your body had enough, liquid gushing out around his dick as you came hard, soaking the sheets.

He didn't stop, fucking you through it. "Look at you making a mess all ova' me." He looked at you, making eye contact with you. "That's my girl," he kissed your face. "I'm so proud of you—knew you could do it." He praised you trying to get you to relax after an intense orgasm. You finally relaxed your breaths a little ragged.

But he still wasn't done with you, especially after all that stuff you were saying in his face earlier. He finally got up from you and flipped you over. A small gasp coming out your lips, "What the hell are you doing -" a hard slap to your ass made you cry out.

"Quiet woman, don't really wanna hear' you speak right now." He slid his dick into your cunt again. He took both of your hands, dragging them to meet behind your back, then wrapped his own hands around your wrist, and he started pounding into you harder this time. His head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbling in his throat. He looked so good, sweat all over his body glistening him.

"Oh yes, Mama, grind that ass back on meee," he whined, "so pretty, baby, you should see the view." He slapped your ass drilling into you deeper and harder.

"so good, baby—"

He bit down hard on his lip. The sound of you moaning and throwing your ass back on him had him obsessed and mesmerized. His thrust became sloppy, "I'm so—oh shitt," he groaned. His hot sticky cum exploded into your walls, both of you moaning at the feeling of his warm dick stuffing you full and painting your walls.

He pulled out of you, still not satisfied nor done with you. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you on top of him without asking. "Ride it." He said, gripping your hips. "And ride it right or get the fuck off me."

You sank down on his dick, gasping at the stretch. He let you set the pace at first, watching your tits boune while you moved. His hands slid up to your nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until you moaned. "Oh m'gosh y-yess— jackie!" You whined, your eyes watering. You look at him.

His hands cup your ass. "So deep inside this wet, sloppy pussy. mhmmm." He hisses, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. "Just like that baby," he praised, voice nasty. "Look at you takin' this dick after all that shit you talked. This pussy so wet, fuck."

You tried to keep your bratty attitude, still muttering curses under your breath while you bounced. His hand shot up and wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You gon learn to watch ya' mouth?," he asked mid bounce, "or I'm gon remind you everytime who this pussy belong to." He started thrusting up to meet you.

"Fuck you," you hissed, still trying to talk shit even as your pussy clenched around him. "You think this gon' fix shit?"

Jackie laughed low, hips still thrusting up into you, "this gon' fix that attitude. Keep runnin' it and see what happen."

You tried to curse him out again but the words dissolved into a broken moan when his fingers found your clit from underneath. He rubbed tight circles until your thighs shook and you came down on his dick again, "oh my gosh!—fuckk!" You moaned out. Your body jerks a little, your pussy spasms more and lets out more cum.

He thrusted his hips up again a few more times, "ohh fuckk...mmhm, I'm cummin in this pussy... shit baby," he groans, giving three deep thrusts before holding himself deep inside you, releasing all in your womb.

You collapsed against his chest, still twitching, his cum leaking out around his softening dick. He stroked your back, voice soft now. "Don't ever talk crazy to me like that again, mama." He kissed your head.

You nodded weakly against his skin, too fucked-out to argue. "Yes, baby.."

a/n: currently pushing these tf out while i have the time/motivation lmaoo. this was second place in the poll, also my requests are open pls send me more ideas or just say hii :P

genre: smut (18+ !!)

pairing: mature!michael jackson x reader

wc: 2.8K

summary: ten years, two children, and countless memories later, michael surprises you with a week on a private island to celebrate your anniversary.

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content (18+), mature!michael, unprotected sex, oral sex

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the engine of the speedboat thrums to a gentle purr, the sudden drop in speed causing the bow to settle into the crystalline water. for the past forty minutes, all you’ve seen is an endless expanse of the indian ocean shifting in mesmerizing shades from deep sapphire to brilliant turquoise.

“michael, seriously,” you sigh turning from the railing to look at your husband. he’s leaning back against the seat looking entirely too relaxed in a crisp linen shirt and sunglasses. “are you going to tell me where we are? my internal compass gave up like six hours into the flight.”

a slow, maddeningly charming smile tugs at his lips, though he doesn't bother lifting his sunglasses. “giving you a hint completely defeats the purpose of a blind flight and a nameless dock.”

“well i wasn’t blindfolded on the flight!”

“mentally, you were,” he teases gesturing towards the horizon. “just relax. your patience is about to be rewarded.”

you turn back around and your breath catches in your throat. rising from the emerald waters is a secluded, picture perfect private island. the boat glides alongside a weathered wooden dock that leads directly to a sprawling villa. it’s an architectural masterpiece of glass, natural wood, and thatched roofs, perfectly blending into the tropical landscape. 

as the boat docks, michael steps out first offering you a hand. the moment your feet hit the deck you take in the sheer scale of the place. an incredible infinity pool stretches out from the main deck, its edge seemingly melting straight into the ocean. beyond it lies a pristine crescent shaped private beach with sand so white it looks like powdered sugar, untouched except for the tide. palm trees sway lazily overhead, their leaves rustling in the breeze. the island is completely, beautifully silent, save for the gently lap of waves.

“michael… where is everyone?” you whisper, a surreal feeling washing over you. “how big is this resort?”

he catches your hand, pulling you against him as he looks down at you, the playful grin from moments ago has softened into something more tender.

“it’s not a resort,” he says softly. “i rented the island for the week. just you and me.”

your jaw drops. you look from the massive luxurious villa to the sweeping private coastline, completely speechless. “the whole island? michael this is…”

“happy anniversary,” he interrupts, gently pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before taking your hand and leading you down the dock toward the sun-drenched villa.

the week slipped by far too quickly. for the first time in years, neither of you had anywhere to be. there were no interviews to rush to and no school pickups or bedtime routines to keep track of. just endless stretches of sun, sea, and uninterrupted time together. 

mornings were slow and unhurried. more often than not, you slept in late waking only to find a massive breakfast spread left on the patio by your butler, who always disappeared before you could thank him. you'd linger over coffee for hours, talking about everything and nothing as the island slowly came to life around you.

afternoons were spent together in hammocks, reading until the warm ocean breeze lulled you both to sleep. one afternoon is spent side-by-side on massage tables set up under an oceanfront pavilion, the scent of lavender and the rhythmic sound of the waves easing you both into a state of absolute relaxation. without the constant hum of real life, the island forced you both to slow down to a crawl. you’d spent hours swimming in the crystal-clear ocean and walking barefoot along the untouched shoreline, the powdery white sand sticking to your chocolate skin. the only real routine you established was michael’s insistence on playing paparazzi. his camera was constantly clicking, capturing every laugh, every sun drenched smile, and every intimate moment you shared.

the evenings end in the infinity pool, resting your chin on the edge as the sky turns into a canvas of violet, orange, and deep pink. as the sun sinks below the horizon, the smell of seared seafood and coconut wafts from the villa's kitchen, where a private chef quietly prepares a five-course dinner customized entirely to your tastes.

sitting across from michael at dinner one evening, wrapped in a plush robe with damp hair, a sudden wave of amusement hits you. “it’s actually a little unsettling,” you admit swirling the wine in your glass. “i don’t know what to do with my hands. i keep expecting the kids to call for me or an email to come through. it feels so weird having nothing to do.”

reaching across the table taking your hand in his, michael’s eyes gleam in the candlelight. “get used to it. we still have a few days left.”

the final evening arrived with a quiet poignancy, the sunset painting the maldivian sky. up on the villa’s balcony the butler and chef had spent the entire afternoon transforming the area into a breathtaking sanctuary for your final dinner. strung across the wooden beams were delicate fairy lights that twinkled like constellations, casting a warm amber glow over a table set up with crisp white linen and polished silver. dozens of flickering pillar candles lined the edge of the balcony, their flames dancing in the breeze. from the speakers, a soft playlist of you and michael’s favorite songs floated through the air, perfectly mirroring the gentle beat of the tide below.

dinner was amazing. each course more delicious than the last, incorporating the local flavors with fresh caught seafood, citrus, and rich coconut. michael sat across from you, the candlelight catching the relaxed, happy crinkles at the corners of his eyes. the exhaustion that usually weighed him down back home was entirely gone, replaced by the sun-kissed glow of the past six days. as the final plates were cleared, the chef and butler poured a final glass of wine for you both. with a synchronized, respectful bow, they wished you a wonderful evening and quietly withdrew down the villa's private path. a heavy, beautiful silence settled over the balcony as the staff’s golf cart buzzed away into the distance, leaving the entire island entirely to the two of you.

“i know i said this trip was your anniversary gift,” michael says with a soft nervous smile playing on his lips. “but i wanted you to have something you could take home. something you can actually wear when we’re back in reality to remind you of this week.”

he reached into his pocket pulling out a small velvet box. when you open it, the ambient string lights catch the brilliant shimmer of a delicate gold bracelet. interlocking gold links held a striking rare larimar stone, its polished surface the same impossible shade of turquoise as the ocean surrounding the island.

“michael, it’s stunning,” you breathed, tracing the cool stone with your thumb.

“it reminds me of the water here,” he murmured, removing it from the box and gently fastening it around your wrist. “so whenever things get chaotic at home you can look down and remember how peaceful it was here.”

you smiled, blinking back tears and looked up at him. “well it’s a good thing i didn’t listen to you when you said no gifts this year. hold on.”

you stepped back into the villa for a brief moment and retrieved a flat, rectangular package wrapped in simple black paper from your suitcase. you handed it to him, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “it’s not flashy, but i think you’ll like it.”

michael carefully tears the paper away. resting i his hands was a custom bound leather journal, the cover embossed with the coordinates of the exact location of your first date. 

his brow furrowed. “coordinates?”

you smiled. “open it.”

turning the first page he discovered you hadn’t left a single page blank. for the past few years you had quietly filled the book with handwritten entries, recollections of small, meaningful moments from the past ten years of marriage that a camera could never catch, favorite inside jokes, and letters detailing exactly why you loved him more now than you did the day you married him. tucked into the pages were letters he’d written you from tour, ticket stubs from movie dates, flowers from surprise bouquets, and on the last page polaroids of your kids holding up handwritten happy anniversary signs they had made before you left.

michael sat entirely still, his thumb brushing over the embossed leather. he flipped back and forth through the pages, his eyes tracking your handwriting. when he finally looked up, you spotted the unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, the candlelight reflecting off the tears that had quietly pooled there.

“hey,” you said smiling, reaching up to brush his face as a single tear escaped. “you’re crying.”

“shut up,” he whispered, a wet emotional laugh breaking through his chest as he pulled you tightly into his arms. he buried his face in your neck, holding you close enough that you could feel the steady, hard thrum of his heartbeat. “this is beautiful. thank you.”

the embrace lingered, the emotional weight of the moment settling into something softer between you. when michael finally pulls away his hands rested warm against your waist, his eyes fixed on yours. he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t need to. the gratitude, history and the trust of the past ten years were unmistakable.

he leans down to kiss you, unrushed. the familiar tilt of his head and soft press of his lips carried the easy confidence of a marriage that had weathered its share of storms and come out stronger on the other side. you melted into him, your hands sliding up his shirt to rest against the warm skin of his neck. the gold bracelet he gifted you catches the light, a tiny glint of turquoise between you. the kiss deepens naturally, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulls you closer, closing what little distance is left between your bodies.

michael’s hands lose their earlier gentleness, turning heavy and possessive as they slide under the hem of your sundress. when his palms meet your bare skin, the warmth of his touch is almost shocking against the cool ocean breeze. he takes his time mapping the familiar curve of your waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into your hips with a quiet, grounding intensity that tells you exactly how much he’s been wanting this. lifting you onto the heavy ivory railing of the balcony, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, burying your fingers in his hair. the cool gold of your bracelet brushes against the warm nape of his neck, and he looks up at you, his breathing already shallow, eyes entirely dark and focused on yours.

“ten years,” he whispers against your mouth. “and you still take my breath away,” his voice low against the quiet rush of the tide.

**carefully, michael slides your panties down your legs before moving to undo the tie on his pants. his length springs free as he had chosen to forego underwear, a habit he had picked up during his time on the island, before he arches his hips to align himself with your entrance. moving into you with a slow, deliberate sink your eyes flutter shut and a quiet gasp escapes your lips.

“no, keep your eyes on me,” michael commands softly, his breathless plea hidden beneath the authority in his voice. he begins to move, a heavy, unhurried rhythm that stretches the pleasure out until it’s almost agonizing. he knows the exact angles, the precise depth, and the perfect speed to drive you crazy, a map of your body he mastered years ago and has only perfected with time.

“michael,” his name slips from your lips, broken and breathless and you feel the intensity begin to coil tight in your chest.

you grip his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles as the friction of his skin against yours creates a feverish heat. michael groans, the sound vibrating directly against your collarbone as he buries his face in your neck, his pace shifting from a slow torturous crawl to something urgent and demanding. his hands move down to grip your hips, his fingers bruising your skin slightly as he holds you steady, driving deeper with each heavy, rhythmic thrust.

“i love you,” he pants against your skin, each word punctuated by the hard pressure of his body meeting yours.

the weight of his words hits you at the exact same time the crest of the wave breaks over you. your head falls back, a soft cry escaping you as the tension shatters into a blinding, full-body release. tightening his grip on your hips, michael lets out a low grunt, his entire body trembling as he buries himself completely inside you, riding out his own release until you are both shaking.

michael shifts his weight, his eyes dark with love as he looks down at you in the candlelight. without a word, he hooks his arms under your knees lifting you effortlessly against his chest. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist as he carries you through the glass doors and into the bedroom, where he places you onto the bed with deliberate, possessive heaviness, immediately crawling over you to pin you beneath him.

dropping his head, he finds the sensitive spot on your neck and bites causing your hips to arch off the mattress. his hands are everywhere, rough and heavy, gripping your thighs and shifting your hips as he repositions you exactly how he wants you.

“need to taste you,” he growls against your skin. 

he slides down your body, his hands moving under your knees to pull your legs apart, pinning them to the mattress. the position leaves you completely exposed to him under the dim lighting of the villa, but with michael there is only a fierce intoxicating thrill. he looks up at you from between your thighs before he leans down to take you into his mouth.

using his tongue with practiced precision, he begins to worship you. your fingers grip the bedsheets and you toss your head back against the pillows as you call out his name, your voice breaking in the quiet room. he works his tongue in tight circles around your clit, alternating between sucking and nipping at your sensitive bud. he grinds his hips helplessly into the bed beneath him, chasing his own release.

michael finally lets up, releasing his grip on your thighs only to grab your hips and pull you to the very edge of the bed. aligning your hips, he drives into you with a hard relentless pace that rattles the heavy wooden headboard. the scene is beautifully unhinged, the kind of uninhibited passion only unlocked after stripping away every ounce of pretense over ten years of marriage. you meet him, stroke for stroke your nails digging into his back, pulling him down so you can bite his shoulder to muffle your own cries. the room is filled with the sound of your frantic breathing and the low groans tearing from michael’s chest. he pushes you further, stretching your pleasure until you are entirely undone and completely consumed by the beautiful, feral rhythm of the man who knows you better than anyone else in the world.

“oh my god.” michael collapses beside you, completely spent, his chest heaving as he pulls you tightly against his side. 

the fan whirs softly overhead, cooling the sweat on your skin while the distant sound of the tide continues to echo through the open balcony doors. michael’s arm drapes around your waist, his fingers idly tracing the line of your hip, his touch turning soft and worshipful once again.

“best anniversary ever,” michael whispers a slow lazy grin spreading across his face. 

you let out a soft breathy laugh resting your hand on his chest right over his heart. “you say that every year.”

michael chuckles, leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your lips, sweet and familiar a stark contrast to the fierce intensity from just moments earlier. he brushes a stray curl from your forehead, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone.

“because every year somehow tops the last.” he murmurs, his gaze softening. he looks at you with a seriousness that tugs at your heart. “seriously though, y/n. thank you for building this life with me. there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.”

“i love you,” you say softly, pulling him down by the back of his neck for a kiss. “thank you for this.”

he pulls the plush white comforter up over your shoulders, sealing out the rest of the world. with your head resting securely on his chest and his arms locked around you, you close your eyes. the morning flight and the busy routine of normal life would be waiting for you tomorrow, but tonight, the island belongs entirely to the two of you, and time stands completely still.

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“nghh— fuck!” you moan, feeling the thickness of michael’s tip hit your cervix over and over again.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

“it feel so good, godddd. faster, please.” you whine, your lips brushing his with every word.

“oh yeah?” michael says, starting to quicken the pace of his thrusts. the movement of his hips were lethal before, but now that they’re plummeting into you with such speed, you can’t help the way that your legs are shaking while they’re wrapped around his waist.

“oh yes. yes, yessss!” you scream in pleasure. you honestly won’t be surprised if the whole city heard you.

“you gon cum for me baby.” michael whispers in your ear, filling you with the whole length of his cock. you gasp when he stays there, his pelvis grinding into you like he’s trying to puncture your lungs.

it damn sure feels like it.

your mouth opens in a silent scream at the sudden pressure and all you can manage is a weak nod.

“use your words.”

you feel the sudden emptiness when michael pulls out until just the thick head of his mushroom tip is at your entrance and you whine, bucking your hips so you can try and slide him back inside of you.

“please…please i wanna cum. i wanna cum so bad daddy!” your mouth was running at a hundred miles per second that you didn’t even realise what you just called him. and you’re so horny and desperate to cum that you didn’t notice the way michael just completely froze above you, his eyes darkening.

your eyes widen when michael grabs onto the back of your thighs and pushes down on them, practically folding you in half. without a single warning, he plunges back inside of you with quick, hard thrusts.

“fuckkk. you can’t say that baby.” michael let’s a groan, pushing his whole body weight on top of you so your ankles are near enough touching your ears.

“what— ahhh!” you moan immediately after the words spill out your mouth. “fuckkkk, im gonna cum!” you yell, when michael reaches his hand down between your bodies to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

“yeah do it. cum on daddy’s cock baby.” you don’t even hear his words because all you hear is ringing in your eyes and dark spots start to cloud your vision at the force of your orgasm.

and you definitely don’t hear the guttural groans in your ear and the feeling of michaels cum flooding your insides.

that’s probably the hardest you’ve came in your entire life.

you let out a small whine when michael pulls out, and lays down beside you.

“c’mere.” he coos, pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“that was so… good.” you pant.

“you’re something else you know that right.” michael smirks, looking down at you.

“what?” you can’t help but smile at the look on his face.

“calling me daddy?” he raises a brow.

“oh.” you laugh, hiding your face in his chest. he gives your forehead another kiss before getting up and running a shower for you both.

if he fucks you like that… then you’ll be calling him daddy a lot more!

description 𓏲ּ𝄢 michael would always satisfy you in bed, he was very talented, but he was also very gentle. he’d never ever wanna hurt you in bed, afraid of even pulling your hair while giving you the nastiest backshots.. you started to want more, seeing how big his hands were, how he’d look when he was mad, it turned you on so much. you needed michael to manhandle you, and you were gonna get it, one way or another.

warnings 𓏲ּ𝄢 dom!michael, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, squirting, brattysub!reader, choking, use of vibrator, no use of y/n, uses of names such as ‘baby, mama, pretty, sweet girl’,stomach bulge

you were currently sitting in the bed with michael, watching some movie that you found oh so boring, but he begged you to watch it, and who were you to deny that handsome face? even though the tv was playing, your thoughts were drowning out all the noise.

you were staring. hard. you couldn’t help but to look at his fingers, wishing that he’d stuff them in your mouth while—

“baby, you alright?”

that soft, smooth voice cuts right through your nasty thought like a warm knife through butter.

your eyes drift up from his hands to his face, and you nod a little.. he smiles at you, and you gently rub his chest.. “mikey..” you softly says, kissing his cheek.

“yes, pretty?” he murmurs, his eyes staying on the tv and his mouth still fucking up that popcorn..

“y’know.. how we have sex, nd stuff?” you reluctantly say..

he chuckles a bit.. “ i know of it..” he says .. then his smirk drops a little.. “ am i not pleasing you correctly?” he says, making your eyes widen..

“no!, no baby, you please me perfectly.. you’re just.. really gentle with me.. you act like i’m made of glass or something..” you say, pouting a little.

“that’s cus you are made of glass in my eyes, angel..” he says, his eyes trailing back to the tv..

you look at him, and softly sigh at his sweet response. you loved how genuine and kind he was, but you really really wanted more..

“i know, mikey, but have you ever thought about being a little rougher in bed?” you say, looking at him

“rougher? oh no, mama. i couldn’t even imagine being rough with you. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to do it.” he mindlessly says, rubbing your thigh.

all your dreams and hopes seem to crash down, and your face falls a little.. you curl into him, and give up on the conversation for now, but you were gonna get what you wanted, and soon.

it had been about a week since you talked to michael about being rougher in bed. you guys had sex once during that time period, it was great, but he was still gentle, and it wasn’t scratching that itch for you..

it’s a wednesday afternoon, and the sun in shining through the blinds. you’re sitting on the couch, flipping through tv channels, when michael storms in, looking pissed off.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you say, still flipping through the channels.

he plops down next to you, his eyes dark with anger.. “some new producer person, or whatever he was, he was in the studio today, and said my vocals sound horrible. can you believe how ignorant that is, can you, baby?” he says, folding his arms over his chest.

you start to comfort him, then your mind flickers back to your dirty thought about your oh so sweet boyfriend fucking you dumb, and you smile a little..

“well, maybe he wasn’t lying.” you retort, still looking at the tv.

michael’s expression flickers for a quick second, and he turns to look at you. “excuse me?” he says, he jaw clenching.

“i’m just saying, baby. maybe you didn’t sound the best today.” you mutter..

“so you think i sound horrible?”

“i mean.. i wouldnt—“ you start, but remember your plan.. “yea. that’s why i don’t listen to your music. i hate it.” you mutter, lying straight through your teeth jus for some dick.

for a moment, there was silence. then, the remote was snatched out of your hand. before you could say anything, you were being dragged by your arm to y’all’s bedroom. you smile a little, hearing his pissed off muttering.

“done lost your damn mind.. talking to me like that. oughta teach you some respect.” he hisses, pushing the bedroom door open with more force than necessary.

he practically pushed you onto the bed, and by this point, you were soaking wet..

“off, take all that shit off.” he commands in a low mutter, not even looking at you as he slips his loafers off..

“no.” you defiantly respond, crossing your legs.

he looks at you, his jaw tight and his eyes are thin slits of anger. “i’m not playing with you. take your clothes off. now.” he says, pointing at you with a long, straight finger.

you look at him, and you start to strip.. you slowly lift your shirt, irritating him even further. he walks over to you, pushing your hands away and ripping you shirt in half with surprising strength. he tugs your pants down..

“on your knees.” he says.

you shake your head.. “no. why should i?” you says, the bratty tone in your voice driving him crazy.

he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him..

“because i said so.” he growls, gripping your face with his other hand

you kneel infront of him, looking up at him. he unzips his pants, letting them fall before he pulls out his heavy length, letting it rest on your temple, right between your eyes.

“nasty ass girl. gettin me rowled up like this.” he mutters, stroking himself against your face.

you pout, acting like you don’t want it, knowing damn well that you NEED this.

“open. stick out your tongue, lemme see it.” he murmurs..

you slowly open your mouth, sticking your tongue all the way out.. michael slowly thrusts his dick in your mouth, his tip hitting far back in your throat.. you try to pushes at his thigh, but he grabs both your wrists with one hand.

“don’t touch me. just take this dick down your throat.” he hisses. his head tilts back and he starts thrusting a little faster, enjoy the feeling of his tip being constricted by your throat.

you whine around him, and his free hand tugs at your hair as a warning .. he bites his lip, grinding his hips into a circle..

“fuckkk..” he groans out, gripping your head and holding it tight..

he only pulls away when you gag, loosening his grip on your head, and slowly pulling his dick out your throat.. you pant, staring up at him.

he pulls you up by your arm, and throws you on the bed.. he rips your victoria’s secret panties off of you..

“those were my fav—“ you try, but getting cut off by the sound of his mean voice.

“shut up. m’not trying to hear that.” he says, spreading you legs.. he pushes them up and back, making your knees touch your perky tits.

“but they’re my favorite, you ripped them..” you whined, trying to get a rise out of him.

“what did i just say?” he says, smacking your inner thigh. he reaches into his top drawer, looking through it for a moment, then he pulls out his favorite thing ever ever. the pink wand vibrator stares back at you when you glare at it.

he looks at you, and positions himself at your entrance. he slips in, and at the same time, he turns on the vibrator and presses it directly on your clit, making you let out a loud moan.

“grab it. don’t take it off your pussy, ‘m not playin.” he murmurs, pushes the handle into your hand.. he bites his lip and he starts giving you deep, nasty strokes..

his right hand travels up to your throat, holding.. his thrusts start to get rougher and harder, to the point where he’s pounding into you..

you struggle to hold the vibrator to your pussy..

“nngh! can’t take bothhh!” you whimper, your toes already curling..

“you asked for this, baby, this is what you wanted. take it, stop complaining.” he muttered, his eyes shutting for a second when you clench around him.. he pushes your legs farther back towards your shoulders and bites his lip.. he picks up the pace, slamming into you with wild abandon.

“ oh m’gosh y-yess— michael!” you whined, your eyes rolling back when he hits that good spot on your back walls… you look up at him, but for some reason, his focus was on your stomach.. you look down, and you see the bulge of his cock, everytime he’d thrust inside.

he presses his hand against your abdomen, feeling his dick inside.. “so deep inside this wet, sloppy pussy. mhmm.” he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut .. he wraps both hands around your throat while he fucks you into the mattress

you felt like you could barely take it, you were finally getting what you were asking for.. you press the vibrator down harder on your clit, and at the same time, michael hits your spot hard. he could’ve sworn he seen your eyes cross.

“s’fuckingood—mike don’t stoppp, s’deepp, ohmygoshh..” you slur, your legs trembling a little.

he smirks a little and grinds at the end of every thrust.

“c-choke me harder..” you babble, your toes curling and vision blurring a bit.

he looks at you, and he could tell you really wanted it. he reluctantly tightens his grip around your neck, and your pussy tightens up as well..

“f-fuck yes! nngh! m’so close!” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat.

“yeah? you wanna cum? beg for it.” he says, slowing down his thrust to a barely there rock..

“nonono, baby please! needa cum! let me cum around y-your dick!” you beg, tears coming to your eyes after being denied an orgasm. the vibrator was still buzzing against your clit, but you needed the both of them to have the orgasm you wanted..

“do you deserve it? hm? do you deserve to cum around me?” he coos, grabbing your face with one hand and smushing your cheeks together.

you nod, looking up at him with teary eyes.. “uh huh..” you manage to get out.. he pushes your head back onto the mattress, and starts fucking you dumb again.

you bite your lip, and your eyes start to roll back.. he shifts to turn up the vibrator, then keeps going.

“oh god! oh god mikey, ‘m soo close!” you gasp, holding the vibrator with both hand.. michael chokes you again, nd your vision blurs.

your back starts to arch, and your legs tremble harder. “ hnngh fuckk! mikey im—“ you try, but he cuts you off.

“i know, baby.. mikey knows..” he coos, thrusting into you faster..

“mikey yesss!” you whined, the heat in your lower stomach exploding as you start you squirt your juices all over his dick.

“ohh shittt..” he hisses, getting closer once he feels you clench and release all over him. you start to take the vibrator off your clit.

“unt unt, i said keep it there, put it back on your clit, girl.” he growls. you comply, and your body jerks a little.. your pussy spasms more and lets out more squirt.

“ ohh fuckk.. mmhm.. i’m cummin in this pussy.. cummin in my pussy..” he groans, giving three deep thrusts before holding himself deep inside you, releasing all in your womb…

you whimper, and he finally allows you to turn the vibrator off.. you lay there, completely cockdrunk..

“was that good for you, baby? was it rough enough? did i hurt you?” he says, propping himself up on his elbow next to you, and stroking your hair.

“s’good, mikey.. should do that more often..” you sleepily mutter, giggling a little.

“do you really hate my music?”

“course not.. just said that so you could fuck me..”

“ you’re nasty..”

and those were that last words you spoke to each other before you slumped against his chest and fell straight asleep.

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

era: thriller

summary: it’s five in the morning, and he’s up having phone sex with youuuu

(you guys know the song, right? — On The Hotline by Pretty Ricky)

contents: (MDNI), smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, use of sex toys, dirty talk, praise, both of you are a bit shy at first, michael is a freakkkk (you are too)

w/c: 1.3k

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Michael stares at the ceiling, the faint glow from the city lights painting thin stripes across the dark hotel suite. It’s been like that for a while. He just can’t stop thinking about you.

He misses you.

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pairing: mature!michael x fem!reader

summary: you're lucky enough to accompany michael at a gala in london, which you're very excited about. unfortunately, he rarely spends time with you this evening causing you to act out childishly. on the way home, you do not intend on speaking with him however it is just your luck that the two of you get stuck in traffic. michael takes it upon himself to fix your attitude.

warnings: brat taming, dom!michael, slapping, overstimulation, forced proximity, vouyerism (if you squint), edging, calling michael sir, "baby" "princess" and "good girl" as petnames, literally fucks you till you cant walk, aftercare, teasing michael, embarrassment/ humiliation kink, dick riding, dry humping, size difference, super sweet michael at the end i promise, not proofread...

word count: 3k

a/n: if you think you’ve seen this before, you have. i made a rash decision to delete this </3 this was a req from my fav writer @ michaelsxprincess ;)

synopsis: !bad michael loves to record you so why not give him a show

warnings: mdni, p! in v!, dirty talk, swearing, smut w no plot, michael being freaky

notes: quick little something for you divas love ya!!

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“oh baby i wish you could see yourself right now. spread open and drippin just for me huh?” michael moaned.

his hand had a tight grip on the camcorder. michaels mouth was slightly agape watching himself disappear inside of you. you pushed your hips back slow and he watched as you opened up for him. your moans filled the room as he held your waist guiding you. the pillow your face was shoved in was starting to get soaked with your spit.

michael loved to record he always had his camera on no matter the occasion. his muse was always you. you could just be sitting on the couch looking through a magazine and he’d be there with that blinking red light. at first you hated being on camera. you’d put your hand up covering the lens telling him to stop.

overtime you realized michael was just showing his admiration for you. he’d tell you while he was away on tour he’d just sit in his hotel room watching those clips. then you got the idea to give him something new to watch that he’d really enjoy. that’s what lead to you being sprawled out on the bed as michael recorded you two having sex.

“you gonna cum just watching me when you’re alone baby?” you ask in between moans.

“you know it angel. fuck you look so perfect at this angle. takin me so good like the sweet girl you are”. he says.

you couldn’t lie having the camera on you gave you a new sense of confidence. the idea that michael would be watching this alone as he stroked himself and letting out those quiet whimpers drove you crazy. you sped up your movements as your ass clapped back against his hips. a groan left his throat as the camera slipped from his hand grabbing your waist now with two hands. you stopped your motions and looked back at him.

“mm no baby you wanna record me so bad right? hold it up while you watch me”. you say.

michael whispered out a quiet fuck as his hands quickly placed the camera back in his hand. you began pushing your ass back as michael rolled his hips deep inside you. a loud cry left your lips as he hit that spot he knew too well. his one hand left your hips to give you a hard smack against your ass.

“tell me how it looks angel. let me know what you see”. you moan.

“baby youre soakin just like the good girl you are. you look incredible takin it all and not runnin. mmm i love this pussy so much. you gonna let me cum inside mama?” he says.

“anything for you michael”. you say.

you saying that must’ve lit something inside of michael. he quickly removed the camera setting it up on the pillow beside your head. the angle of the camera got the perfect view of your face and him behind you. michael reached down and placed his hand on your neck bringing you up so your back was against his chest. he thrusted up into you, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. you began chanting his name due to the new angle hitting the perfect spot. michael’s hand snaked down to your clit and began to rub harsh circles.

“look at the camera baby. look at it while you cum all over me. you better not look a away”. he growled in your ear.

you kept your eyes trained on the blinking red light as you felt your stomach tighten. you bit your lip so hard you thought you might’ve drew blood. your orgasm hit you hard and your thighs shook as michael kept his brutal pace. your body jerked forward and you were back in your original position, but michael’s fingers were still rubbing your clit. you twitched trying to get away from the overstimulation. his hips began to snap faster than before and your throat ran dry as screams left your lips.

“angel i’m gonna cum. gonna fill you up so good. you don’t know what this pussy does to me fuck”. he groans.

you felt his body stiffen as he pushed his hips deep inside you. you moaned at the feeling as he rode out his peak. the room was replaced now with the sounds of you both catching your breath. michael leaned forward leaving kisses across your shoulder. your body shuddered with each feeling of his lips. he reached for the camera to catch the view of him sliding out of you. a quiet whine left your lips at the loss of him.

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.4k, suggestive/nsfw fluff ) husband!michael jackson x fem wife!reader: you're head over heels with michael's new figure <3

       you can't help but love how thick michael's gotten. how, when he stretches and his shirt rides up, you can see the smooth expanse of his lower belly, just begging to be rubbed and kissed on. how his thick thighs look when he's seated (and how his already-big hands look resting against them). how the bed dips slightly when he climbs into it, unused to the increased weight. how his strong arms feel whenever they're wrapped around you, firm, grounding, certain— oh, what a man your man has become! thicker than a snicker and tastier than one, too!

"mmm," he hums gently, his thumbs running along the arches of your feet as you rest in bed, watching a movie. michael lets one hand slide up, feeling over the skin of your shin before he crawls closer, pressing his body against your side. as he cuddles you, you become overly aware of the heat of his stomach against your own, his thickness jostling against your frame through thin night-time layers. another content hum slips from his lips, and then he settles, resting one hand along your thigh before closing his eyes.

it's an innocent moment. a familiar one, even, a bout of romantic domesticity. the innocence does nothing, however, to ward off the carnal desires that begin to consume you; what you wouldn't give to have him pounding into you, tonight...

"what's on your mind?" your husband asks sweetly, "your heart's racing. is it me?" a childish smile dances along his lips as his eyes slowly open to search your face.

"it's always you," you reply, though you don't expand any further than that, keeping your gaze on the screen.

rmichael presses a kiss to your shoulder regardless, smiling against your skin. "you're such a nasty woman," he remarks quietly, "i can see it in your eyes."

"you can't see anything, michael."

"baby, i can see everything," he pauses, then adds, smirking, "i can see that you're a pervert, at least."

"don't call me that," you huff, shaking your head.

"don't be mad, honey. i like you this way." michael lets his voice slide lower, the hand along your thigh gliding upwards as he shifts to properly lay beside you. "open your heart to me, baby," he whispers, parting your legs with a firm grip so that his hand can easily reach you. his stomach and chest are a wall against your side, well-built and unmovable. "let me give it to you."

you might still be annoyed, mildly, with his calling you a pervert... but when your husband's mashed against you like that, with his meaty thighs against your own and his long, graceful fingers tracing the heat between your thighs? you're more than happy to let him give it to you all night long.

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community needs more dad bod michael content; i'm willing to do my part, i need other fic authors to do the same. need to feel his belly against my ass/back when he hits from behind, need to rest my head against his meaty thighs when i'm done sucking him off </3 sighhhh i need papa. like just imagine telling big daddy mike "relax baby you don't have to do any work tonight" and bouncing on it while he watches, letting your hands roam his stomach and chest as you bring yourself closer & closer, and michael's biting his lip as he watches you come undone. genuinely let me tell you how i got this ring...