#mj fluff

warnings: fluff, domestic michael, soft michael, tiny bit of crack humor, overprotective michael, affectionate michael, deep voice michael, not proofread

backstory: You and Michael have been dating for a few months now. Most of your dates had been in public spaces, as your parents were very strict about no boys being over. This weekend, however, your parents were out of town, which meant the house was completely empty. So far, you and Michael had shared sweet kisses and cuddles, but nothing more than that. Tonight, you decided to bring him over after the movie you went to see together. Your house was just a block from the theater, and the night was still young. 18+

Timeline: Dangerous era

Pairing: Michael x black reader (wife)

Preview: Your pregnant and home alone when a craving hits. Maybe you can slip out before Michael gets home, right?

Content: Fluffy goodness, protective Michael, bit suggestive at the end.

A/N: On the fence about this one, but hope ya'll enjoy!

As always likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

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Neverland Ranch, Sept 1991; 12:30am 

Comfortably lounging on the couch, you were content with a copy of Rochele Alers’ ‘My Love’s Keeper’, when a sudden urge hit you like a mack truck. The craving for a Mexican pizza and hard shell tacos was instant. 

Rubbing a soothing hand over your 6 months pregnant belly, you hoped the motion would alleviate the sudden kick your son had just delivered to your side. 

“Alright little one, mommy is trying to finish this chapter please.” You cooed. 

As if that wasn’t a good enough reason, he kicked again harder. 

“Well that was just rude, nugget.” You protested, rubbing a palm over the offended area. 

Placing your bookmark and closing the book. You set it down on the table and tossed the throw blanket off your legs. Since you were so rudely interrupted, by your own child no less, it was decided you were venturing out in search of food. 

Luckily Michael was still in the studio working on his latest album, ‘Dangerous’ and wouldn’t be home for at least a couple hours, plenty of time for you to satiate your craving and be back home with no one none the wiser. 

Glancing down at the oversized Spelman sweatshirt, black leggings and white crew socks you wore, it would have to suffice. Sliding your feet into the black birkenstocks resting on the shoe rack by the door, you grabbed your crossbody draping it across your frame and shuffled toward the side door just off the kitchen. 

With keys in hand you locked the door behind you and stepped out into the slightly cool night heading toward your red 300 class Mercedes Benz. Keeping the top up and grateful for tinted windows, you gingerly slid into the seat, sticking the key into the ignition starting the car. 

Jodeci’s sultry and melodic opening to “Come and Talk to Me” filled the space and you said a quick prayer for safe travels and that your husband wouldn’t find out you’d left the ranch. 

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Removing the headset from his head and twisting his neck to relive the stiffness of being in the recording booth for 12 hours straight, Michael was weary and exhausted. A hot shower, soft bed and his wife were the only comforts he wanted now. 

“Hey Mike, that was it man. We’re wrapping for the night!” Teddy Riley’s voice came through the speakers. 

Michael was experimenting with a new sound, ‘New Jack Swing’ and in turn working with Teddy the originator of said sound. The album was shaping up beautifully and at nearly two years, was near completion. 

Being a perfectionist took its toll at times, but he knew it would more than be worth the late nights, worn vocal chords and rushed kisses from his wife. 

Stepping out the booth, Michael bore a tired smile on his angelic face. “Those background vocals are gonna hit just right. I’m pleased with them.” He declared. 

Flicking his wrist, he noted the time; quarter to one. Definitely time to get home to my babies. He thought. 

“I’ll be in tomorrow afternoon Teddy, have a good night man.” Michael announced as he gathered his black fedora and sunglasses in hand and left the studio. 

He found Bill waiting for him in the idling car. Not wasting a moment, he opened the rear passenger door and damn near collapsed onto the soft seat. 

Without fully turning, Bill let a small chuckle escape. “Bout wore yourself out again huh Joker?” 

“The price of fame and perfection Bill, but I miss my bed and my wife.” Michael huffed out a tired sigh. 

“Then let’s get you home so you can be welcomed by both.” Bill suggested as he pulled off into the sleepy California night. 

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Nodding off under his fedora, Michael’s sleep laden eyes peered open when the car came to a stop. 

“Michael, you’re home. Gone head and get some rest cat, I’ll see you later today.” Bill announced. 

“Thanks Bill, good night.” Michael yawned. 

“Night son.” Bill lightly chuckled with a small shake of his head.

Michael exited the vehicle sluggishly and ambled toward the front door. Unlocking and pushing the door open, he noted the soft glow of a lamp supplying the only source of light. Walking fully into the foyer, he gently closed the door so as not to startle or wake you. 

However, unknown to Michael you were presently nowhere to be found in the house. 

Following the faint brightness as if a fairy was dropping pixie dust, his eyes flicked around the family room expecting to possibly see your smiling face but only a forgotten book and rumpled throw blanket remained. 

Assuming you were probably in bed fast asleep, Michael made his way up the winding staircase, mindful of creaking steps. Reaching the top of the landing he removed his fedora and tugged the ponytail holder from his loose curls. 

Pulling a hand through the strands, he detangled a few knots, silently wishing they were your fingers instead. He always enjoyed the scalp massages and the way your nails felt against the nape of his neck. 

Padding silently into the bedroom, he was grateful for the guidance of the bed side lamp on his night stand so he didn’t stumble and disturb you. Placing the fedora and ponytail holder on the couch in the sitting area of your shared bedroom, Michael stopped short. 

Frozen for just a moment, he turned his head almost owlishly and finally noticed the empty, perfectly made bed. 

Brows furrowing and nose scrunched, he scratched his head. 

“Tink, where you at girl?” he called out, the old nickname slipping past his tongue with ease

Darting to the bathroom, it was empty. The spare bedrooms on the second floor, no signs of life. 

Racing in and out of the kitchen, theatre room, study and sunroom calling out your name, a sense of panic started creeping up Michael’s spine and came to breathe on his neck. 

“Baby, answer me please!” Michael’s anxious voice rang out. 

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In no time flat you’d reached your destination, Taco Bell  and were rocking from side to side happily as you pulled into the drive thru. Mouth practically salivating, you came to a stop in front of the speaker box. 

“Welcome to Taco Bell, what can I get you?” 

“Hello, yes can I get a number four with extra sour cream on the pizza please?” You ordered with excitement. 

“Sure and what would you like for your drink?” 

“Hmm, it’s late so I’ll get a Sierra Mist please.” You replied. 

“Alright, I have a number four with extra sour cream on the Mexican pizza with a Sierra Mist for the drink. Any sauces for you ma’am?”

“Yes, hot and mild. Oh oh and can I have light ice in the soda please?” You chirped. 

“Sure thing. Please pull forward to the first window for your total.” 

“Thank yooou!” you responded in a sing song voice. 

Paying for your order, you double checked the bag making sure everything was inside and correct. Not making your baby wait any longer, you parked in the closest space, shut the ignition off and pulled out a taco. 

“Mmm, come to mama!”

That poor taco never stood a chance! Tearing open a packet of mild sauce, you drizzled the condiment over the top and took your first bite. 

HEAVEN!

Devouring the fatty goodness, you let the flavors settle on your tongue long enough to finish the crunchy stuffed shell in a few bites. Wiping your mouth of any crumbs, you took a few swigs of soda and balled up the used wrapper. Tossing it into the bag on your front seat, you placed a hand on your stomach. 

“Alright baby boy, let’s get home ASAP cause I think your daddy should have left the studio by now.” You voiced with a hint of apprehension. 

You knew it would be a bit risky slipping out this late, but you figured with Michael’s schedule the odds would be in your favor. So color you surprised, when you arrived at the front gate and Bobby, the night guard on watch stopped you.

Bringing your car to a stop, your window crept down. Peering out the window, the hairs on the back of your neck raised as if in warning. 

Bobby ambled over, approaching your door with a heavy sigh. 

“Mrs. Jackson, I promise I didn’t give anything away but he called down here asking if I’d noticed you leaving the property. I told him it was the middle of a shift change and I hadn’t seen or heard anything amiss.” He assured you solemnly. 

Dropping your head, you closed your eyes and groaned. “Oh shit, I’m in trouble.” you murmured dejectedly. 

“I’m sure he’ll be more worried and relieved than upset darlin.” Bobby reached in patting your arm in encouragement. 

With a huff, you inched toward the main house not in a hurry to face your husband’s handsome face contorted with worry. 

Parking in your usual spot, just outside the garage, you grabbed your food and drink heading into the house.  The first thing you noticed was how bright everything was, it appeared Michael had illuminated the entire house in his search for you. 

Setting the bag on the kitchen island, you placed your keys next to it. 

In a blur of red and black, Michael was upon you, cupping your face in his hands. 

“Where the hell were you Tink? I was going outta my mind girl!” Michael stepped back, assessing your body from head to toe, ensuring you and his son were safe. 

Laying steady and gentle hands on his forearms, you started soothing him in slow broad strokes. 

“Breathe baby, we’re fine. I just stepped out for some food.” You assured him in your melodic voice. 

At six months pregnant with your first child, Michael constantly worried and waited on you hand and foot so your little late night adventure was bout to give him a heart attack. 

A few minutes ambled by before his heart rate stabilized and his chest stopped heaving. Like a switch was flipped, irritation and a bit of anger flooded Michael’s brain.

“So you mean to tell me, you went to get food this late at night? Didn’t even think to call and let me know you’d be leaving the house?”

Ducking your head, your pretty brown eyes peered up at Michael from under your long doll like lashes. 

“Well, the baby was hungry and I really wanted a Mexican pizza.” You pouted, hoping the innocent act would play in your favor. 

“Tuh!” Michael folded his arms across his broad chest. “Baby, I love you but you puttin’ yourself and our son at risk for fast food ain’t it.”

At that moment, you’d wished you had gotten him a chicken enchilada. Damn, girl. The little devil on your shoulder tsked. 

“In my defense, I thought I’d have plenty of time to go and come back without you even knowing. Blame the kid, he wanted Mexican food and it wasn’t like I was gonna cook this late.” You retorted. 

No longer able to resist, you made a move for your food, reaching into the bag to pull out the remaining hard taco supreme. Grabbing packets of sauce, you poured the hot and mild combination on top and stuffed your face. 

Michael just stood there in mild disbelief and amusement watching you scarf down the taco. 

“What?” you asked, mouth full. 

Reaching out to your extended stomach, Michael rubbed gently. 

“You’d better get your fill son, cause ya mama is still in trouble.” He spoke to his son while staring you dead in the eyes.

Gulping down the rest of the taco, you knew that look. Michael had a storm brewing behind his big soulful eyes which usually brought a heady mix of both pleasure and pain. 

“M–michael baby, it’s late. Don’t you wanna get some rest, I know it’s been a long day for you.” You tried redirecting. 

A dark chuckle left his lips, “Nah mama, I’m wide awake now since my pregnant wife decided to sneak out of our home and damn near scare me to death. Now I’ve gotta remind you what happens when you’re a bad girl.” 

Bending to place a kiss on your forehead, he snaked a hand behind you and delivered a swift slap to your ass. 

“Oooh” You shrieked, getting aroused.

“Finish your food baby, when you’re done, meet me upstairs in 15 minutes. And don’t make me wait, Tink.” 

Strolling out of the kitchen, Michael made his way back up the winding staircase with a smug strut. 

No, that man didn’t just leave you horny in the middle of the damn kitchen with an ache between your thighs. 

Rubbing your swollen belly, you cut into your pizza that you’d placed on the island. 

“That’s your damn daddy and he knows he’s too slick for his own good.” you grinned. 

With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you polished off the pizza and finished your soda. Tidying up the kitchen of your trash, you flicked the light switch, plunging the space into darkness. 

Sauntering up the staircase, you couldn’t keep the extra sway out of your hips in anticipation of the punishment that awaited you. 

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basically reader and michael go to a waterpark together and reader is wearing a small-ish bikini because it was her only clean bathing suit and michael is trying to be discreet about how much he loves it on her and then one thing leads to another and then yeah

sorry if this isn't very good eek

Two-Piece Distraction

✧ a/n: Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!

✧ contains: fluff, smut, does this count as pervy michael? handjob, kissing, make out, sub!michael, established relationship

✧ wc: 2,1k // masterlist

Summer, the perfect excuse to spend the day at the waterpark. You and your boyfriend Michael arrived pretty early, with not many people lining up the slides and overcrowding the pool. As soon as Michael saw the huge pool he couldn’t resist jumping up and down like a kid, you stand there watching him being excited. 

It wasn't the first time you two had been to the waterpark, usually you’d visit with Michael and the rest of his brothers and some of their girlfriends, but this time it was just the two of you. Once you’ve chosen a spot where you and Michael could rest, you sprint to the changing rooms.

You stand there inside, rummaging through your bag to find your bathing suit — once you’ve pulled out the small article of clothing, a wave of slight displeasure hits you, a reminder of what you ended up bringing.

Earlier that day, as Michael called out your name outside waiting for you in the car, you were in your room making a mess of your wardrobe. You couldn’t find a single clean bathing suit, all your usual one pieces were found in the laundry — either being cleaned or completely worn out. You desperately try to find some alternative.

You ended up with a two piece bikini, found at the back of your closet, as you pulled it out — you couldn’t help but cringed on how you even got it in the first place. Somewhere between, a friend convinces you to buy it while it was on sale, or you were feeling adventurous and wanted to try something new, but that day never came till now.

Back to the present, you quickly shook your head, swallowing the unnecessary frustration you had that could potentially ruin the rest of your day. Once you finally put it on, you quickly wrapped yourself up with a towel as you exited the changing room.

You spot Michael, already jumped into the pool. Once he saw you walking towards your spot, he enthusiastically waved at you, “c’mon jump in already!” he yelled “just a minute Michael!” you yelled back.

You then unwrapped the towel covering your body, revealing what you were wearing, Michael’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly almost at an instinct. You sat down, picking up your sunscreen and evenly putting it on, it almost felt like a show for Michael as he watched you applying sunscreen from afar.

The way you were applying it on your legs so tenderly, and up to your neck — down to your collarbone just above your breast. He was in a complete trance, tying up your hair — he was also in awe, he realised his mind was wandering, seeing things in a different way. He wasn’t proud of it, and he was sort of relieved you called out saying you were ready, putting him out of his trance, once he saw you running towards him.

“Here I come!!” you shouted in mid air jumping to the water. As the water splashes on to Michael’s face, you climb to him, swinging your arms onto his shoulders, you immediately peck him on the cheek — giggling. Michael was a bit speechless, he held you by the waist. 

For a moment — he took a quick look at your bathing suit up close, then made eye contact with you, “you look great” Michael couldn’t resist complimenting you, you looked down briefly “oh yeah… i almost forgot i had this bathing suit, never got a chance to wear it till now” you explained and immediately brushed it off. “Race you to the slide” you blurted, “c’mon” you quickly swam to the nearest ride. Michael burst out a laugh “hey wait up!” he yelled swimming after you.

Sometime later, you and Michael had done many rounds on all kinds of waterslides. You were having an absolute blast, so much so that you were not aware that Michael was trying his absolute hardest to be discreet about your swimming attire. 

There were many times where you caught Michael completely zoned out, or when you decided to slide down together — he would hesitate at first before agreeing, which rarely happens judging the last time you’ve visited the waterpark. Strange you thought.

Michael didn’t feel so hot, he felt guilty thinking this way about you almost through the entire day, but could you blame him? You looked incredibly stunning, there were times where he would take quick glances longer than he should have while you weren’t looking. Small details you’ve done that made his mind go completely crazy over. 

When you walk around —  the ribbon resting right in the middle of your top, bouncing up and down just like your breasts were, or earlier, he saw you adjusting your bikini bottom from riding up your rear end, god he really thought you were doing it on purpose.

“Michael check it out!” you yelled from the diving board, waving at Michael who was peacefully sitting on a chair wearing his shades. Michael waves back with a smile, watching you dive from a far. As you jumped high, diving to the pull with such grace, Michael couldn’t help but laugh proudly, he loved watching you dive, you were good at it, and it always leaves him impressed.

You quickly swam back to the surface, grabbing the latter — hoisting yourself and climbing up. As Michael watches you, it almost feels like his shades were falling off. You were a supermodal — climbing up to the water like that, the water dripping down your curves — the way you brushed your hair back. Michael felt like he was swiping through a magazine. He started to double check his shades whether or not they were fully tinted.

Walking towards Michael you felt utterly proud you made that jump, you swore you saw his reaction for a split second — but you just had to make sure “so? What do you think? ” you smiled, hands on your hips. Michael immediately looked straight ahead, clearing his throat once you asked. “Good- great! I mean, that was great” he answered hastingly.

He was acting strange again, you sighed heavily — you couldn’t take this anymore. “Michael what’s going on?” you asked firmly “pardon?” he questioned, “you’ve been acting weird all day, what’s the matter…?” you then sat down on his chair, you were sitting right where his legs stretch out. “Tell me…” you leaned closer.

Michael cleared his throat as you leaned in, your chest was pretty much all he saw. “It's nothing, i’m fine” he answers, you look down, you could hear the dishonesty in his answer “ …are you not having a good time?” you assumed. Your shift of tone immediately caught him, he sat right up in an instant “what baby no, i’m having lots of fun really” he reassured, taking off his shades.

“Are you sure…? Then, why are you acting so — awkward now? “ you wondered, Michael knew he couldn’t escape talking about it now, he then exhaled a heavy breath, feeling the blood rushing up to his face“ it’s just… I've been quite… distracted — on what you're wearing” he confessed, your face shifted, you looked down at your own bathing suit, feeling quite surprised. 

“Does this bother you…? Mike I could always just cover up-” “ no! Don’t please, it doesn't bother me at all, it's just–” Michael cuts you off, “you look pretty… I guess a bit too pretty for me to handle” he nervously laughs. You look at him with a pout “I'm sorry I made you feel this way” he apologized — squeezing your hands, you smiled at him “that’s okay, im glad you told me” you then grab his hand. ”follow me” tilting your head with a cheeky expression.

Michael was confused but still stood up letting you take him. “Where are we going…?” He asked, “just wait,” you replied. You lead Michael somewhere far from your original spot, passing by lots of people quietly, far enough you two were on the side of the water park that was less populated by other visitors.

You walked through the gaps between closed shops, ending up behind a closed snack bar — huddled with some other deserted stores, once you were there you slammed your back against the snack bar behind you, making Michael corner you. “Baby why are we—mmh!” Michael asked but was cut off as you pulled him closer tightly, smothering your lips against his.

“Since when does my bathing suit become a distraction for you Michael…?” You parted lips, arms wrapped around his shoulders, Michael’s eyes looked down for a brief second before going back to yours “ever since you dropped your towel…” he answered honestly. 

You smirk “hmm… poor thing, you’ve been holding yourself together since this morning” you tilt your head, “yeah…” Michael admitted. “I think you deserve to declutter your mind wouldn’t you agree?” You teased, as Michael was confused by your question — he nearly choked as he felt you hand pressing hard against his clothed bulge.

“Baby… what are you… we’re in public” Michael panicked, his hand slammed on the wall behind you, but you didn’t stop “that’s right… so you gotta be quick” you bit your bottom lip smiling, Michael felt his member getting stiff, as you were caressing it up and down. His other hand rested onto the wall as well, you were now cornered, but you didn’t feel that way — Michael did.

You felt his cock getting stiffened, so you gently slid your dainty hand inside Michael’s swim shorts — grabbing it firmly. Michael choked on his own breath as soon as he felt you wrapped around him, his head dropped. His cock was still wet — but so warm, you began stroking it repeatedly in a light rhythmic way.

Michael let out whine at your touch, his breaths were straggled — his forearms soon rested on the wall balancing himself. “Does that feel good..?” You asked “mhm… so good…” he answered — exhaling a sigh, you began to stroke faster — Michael slammed his lips onto yours, burying his desire to make any noise, he felt dizzy, his legs felt like they weren’t working properly — like he was gonna fall at any moment. He quickly parted, his forehead pressing against your, his brows furrowed at the sensation — he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. 

As Michael was reaching his peak, a sudden high pitch scream startled both of them, your hand instinctively squeezing his member as a reaction. “Ah—mh!” Michael let out a whimper that he swore was a lot louder than intended, you stop for a moment and turn your head — hearing where the source was.

It turned out to be a bunch of kids on the other side of the store playing and having fun. Your hand stopped, waiting for the kids to pass by, Michael breathing heavily — felt his ecstasy be taken away “…these kids… why now…” he patheticly whined against your skin. 

“should we head back…?” you said “no, no please baby keep going… don’t stop now, i’m so close… please, i’ll be quick” Michael begged deeply, he stared down to your eyes pleading. You were mesmerized — you couldn’t stand making him suffer much longer.

You continued stroking up and down, from an agonizing slow pace — soon turned fast, Michael moaned to your ear, he tried to quiet down but for you— you could hear it so close. You held his jaw making him face you, pressing his lips to yours, your hand then moved to one of  his — guiding it to your breast.

As Michael felt your wet top, his hand automatically slid inside from below, cupping your breast and squeezing it, he sighed through the kiss. Your hand continuously pumped at a faster pace while your other arm wrapped around Michael’s shoulder.

The kiss became sloppier and sloppier, noises slipping past, “…almost—ah-!” Michael murmured, he then reached his climax, releasing and coating your hand with his arousal, you kept stroking till he was completely finished. You let him take a breath as his release drips down to your forearm. “I love you…” Michael murmured as he breathed normally again “i love you too” you replied back, giving him a long passionate kiss.

You then shook your hand a few times till Michael’s arousal was wiped off, planning on cleaning it probably once you head back. “Felling better…?” you asked smilingly, Michael chuckles “yes… very, thank you” Michael gave you a quick kiss once more “don’t mention it. You can thank me by reapplying sunscreen on my back” you proposed as you started walking back outside. “Alright” Michael laughs following you from behind.

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michael’s rough fingers knead the softness of your thighs, almost teasing you to believe that he’ll finally let you cum. he’s had you on the bed for hours, legs sticky with your wetness and desperation to relieve yourself. while the sight of you in tears does make michael feel slightly bad, knowing that despite all the free will in the world that you have, you still choose to obey his commands and remain unsatisfied, and that’s enough push for michael to continue denying you. 

“please, i’ve been good for you.” your whines are music to michael’s ears, gasoline to the rush that makes his cock throb in his pants. he feels the wetness of his tip leak through his underwear, but he doesn’t care to clean up the mess. his eyes remain on the throbbing of your clit, the sigh so beautiful he wishes he could remain in that ecstasy forever. 

“well, baby girl, you don’t want me to shove my cock into you, hm? wouldn’t that feel better?” michael hums while he bites the tenderness of your stomach, bruises beginning to form under his tantalizing bite. 

you nod, words running through your dazed head for a few seconds before your focus falls back into the wetness that runs down your fingers. michael gives a hum to your whines, bringing his lips to yours, lapping at the drool that fills the corner of your lips. he gently ruts his cock into your thigh, the friction becoming addicting jolts. 

“if i let you finish, will you promise to take my cock like a good little thing?” you don’t hesitate to nod, needing his fingers inside you. you lost count of the times you so badly wanted to finish, but michael’s dominance is an addicting danger that you prefer over your climaxes, and that’s a pleasure you feel no guilt in admitting. 

michael brings his face to your breasts, tongue lapping at your hardened nipples. every lap is hungry, yearning for the plumpness he loves so much. “i’m going to make sure you feel good tonight, okay baby?” your eyes roll to the back of your head, his fingers trailing down your stomach and to your entrance. his fingers become wet with your slick, and he presses a kiss on your breast before thrusting his finger inside you. 

he builds up a sensual rhythm, ensuring that you aren’t in pain any longer. you’re humming for more, beginning to grind yourself on his hand before he gives you a small tut. “not yet, lovely. be patient." if it weren't for his hand preventing you from grinding again, you'd be rutting without hesitation. you're aware you're desperate, relentess even.

"my baby's doing so good for me. you're being obedient, and just for me, isn't that right?" his fingers begin to curl, making you let out a rasped moan. you bring your hand to cover your mouth, before michael grips your wrist.

"let me hear you, sweet girl. you know how much your moans make me crave you even more." the pit of your stomach feels warm, legs shaking at the stimulation running through your body. michael feels your walls begin to spasm, so he quickens his pace, other hand beginning to unbuckle his belt. his cock is leaking, pre-cum threatening every morale you've both set.

his fingering becomes frenzied, and you're no longer ashamed of the way your moans fill the quietness of your house. your skin prickles with the fire in your abdomen, and the sweat running down the sides of your forehead makes you bite your lip, blood running through your teeth.

"cum for me, honey. bless my fingers with your sweet cum. i want to get a little taste before i finally give you my cock." your muscles tighten, legs twitching as your finish comes to peak. throughout your release, michael's fingers never stop. your walls are gummied with your sticky release, and michael feels his mouth salivate at the sight of his fingers marked with your release.

he gently slides his fingers out your cunt, prepping a kiss to your parted lips before lifting your hips up. he feels your thighs twitch under his touch, and he lets out a small chuckle at your keens. "now, now, baby. i'll make you feel good now, okay? my cock is going to fill you up so good."

his cock easily glides in your pussy, slick swallowing him inch by inch. your arms wrap around his hips, body instinctively pushing him towards you even more. "you're doing so good f'r me, honey. taking me like your pussy was made just for me to fil you."

every word is filthy, explicit to the innocence that michael feigns outside your bedroom door. the fact that he manages to play both sides is a taunt so humorous, but the uniqueness of it makes you crave it even more.

his cock's buried in you, and the pressure of your wet walls on michael's thickness makes his head roll back. he wants to pound into you, releasing every ounce of hunger his body craves for you. every roll into your cunt is a whimper you let out, voice hoarse. "thank you."

michael's lips come in between his teeth, setting a tempo that makes every inch disappear into you. "i'm going to paint these walls with my cum, and you're going to take it for me, because you love me, don't you, sweetheart?"

you nod, legs lifting as the angle tears your grip on the sheets. your body jolts against the softness of the mattress, headboard hitting the walls. you're sure there'll be a mark, but as of now, you don't care. you care about the pulsing of your clit, cunt willing to be filled with michael's seed. you're desperate for more, and the warmth of his finish sounds like the most satisfying reward in the world.

"i'm going to fill you up, make sure your cunt is filled with my seed. you're going to get pregnant for me, and i'm going to stuff you every day." your moans become louder, not stopping with every thrust that michael's hips rut into you.

your hand falls down to your clit, teasing your button as your walls begin to spasm. "i need to finish, can i finish now?"

michael gives you an approving nod, gripping onto your hips as his ruts become erratic. "cum on my cock. let me fill you, honey. let my cock stuff you raw." your eyes roll back, keens becoming hoarse as your back arches, climax coming to a tremor as michael's final thrust fills you so perfectly.

michael lets out a groan before falling down onto your chest, softly thrusting into you before his hips cease. his head picks up, eyes falling to the tears that dimly fall down your cheeks.

his fingers come to your cheeks, swiping away any resiude before giving you a hum. "you did so good for, sweet girl. i'm proud of you."

Wash day!!

Summary: Michael washing black reader’s hair.

Contains: Black fem reader, fluff, cutesy, 4c hair in mind but not specified, 3rd person pov

The soft engines of cars rode past her apartment window along with the sound of running water throughout her kitchen.

“Which one, baby?” Michael asked, looking questioningly between the two brown bottles. The white sink pressed against her ribs as she held her coiled hair under the rushing water.

“The one that says shampoo, Mikey.” She giggled with her eyes closed, feeling the warm water spread through her scalp. Her eyes opened, greeted by the silver sink basin, water swirling around it.

“Oh, got it!” He exclaimed happily. She listened as he opened the cap and poured some in his hand before closing it. He made sure his hands were wet before rubbing the gel-like substance in.

“It’s so foamy.” He let out a giggle watching as it foamed up in his hands. Hearing his laughter warmed her heart; she always thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“Don’t get it everywhere, Mikey.” She reminded him, reaching her hand up to turn the faucet off to not rinse out the shampoo early. “Baby, I got this.”

His hands met her scalp, using his fingers to massage it through her hair. She closed her eyes with a sigh, feeling content at the much-needed wash. She loved wash days; it felt like a reset.

She was a bit more nervous today since her boyfriend, Michael, offered to do it for her. His doe eyes and the slight pout on his lips made it hard for her to say no.

So now here she is, enjoying him rubbing his fingers through her kinky coils, hearing the slush of the shampoo gathering in her head. Michael let out small, quiet giggles as he sneakily slicked her hair into a Mohawk using the shampoo to form the shape.

“Michael Jackson.” She said sternly, holding back her own laugh. His laughter filled the room, not being able to hold it back anymore. “You’re so lucky. I don’t have a camera right now.”

He finally rinsed her hair out, captivated by the way the shampoo slid so smoothly out of her hair, replacing the white suds with her now natural hair color.

“You okay?” He asked her. “Yes, baby, I’m okay. Are you finished?” She asked him, her voice a bit echoed from her head in the sink. “Yes ma’am, I just need to put in the leave-in conditioner now.” He grabbed the towel on the countertop.

He gently squeezed her hair, letting out the excess water. He wrapped the towels around her hair, gently bringing her back up. “Whew. Thank God my back was killing me.” She sighed, leaning side to side, attempting to remove the stiffness in her back.

“I’ll massage it for you later.” He smiled and leaned in, giving her a kiss which she happily returned. He reached up, rubbing the towel around her head to dry off any stray droplets.

“You’re so pretty, Mama.” He told her as he draped the towel around her shoulders. She couldn’t help but get shy at his compliments. No matter how long they had been dating, he still made her all giddy.

“Thank you, Mikey.” He reached for the leave-in conditioner, pouring some in his hands. “Is this enough?” He asked, showing her the dime-sized amount in his palm.

She looked up, nodding, secretly proud he did it so well. She shouldn’t be surprised; Michael is good at almost everything he touches.

He spread the leave-in conditioner in her hair, leaving small kisses on her forehead. She couldn’t ignore the warmth in her heart at the affection.

“Now let’s go start that massage.”

Word count: 2.8k Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader Tags: fluff, domestic fluff(?) slight sexual implications, Mikey being a cutie pie Author’s Note: Hope yall don’t think this is boring lol, it kinda sucks but I’ve been wanting to do a Neverland fic so bad!!!🥹 I know it took forever but now I’m gonna get to the requests and all my other wips!