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bri. 9teen. she/her. black & puerto rican.

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> disclaimer : the images I use in stories are purely for aesthetic and in no way relate to reader’s physiques or attributes. however, every story I write is for woc !!

your such a cutietitie <3

era : mature

pairing : michael jackson x black!fem reader

summary : you and michael do the chapstick challenge !!

warnings : mdni, fluff, petnames, smut, dry humping, oral (f!receiving), fingering (if you squint), p in v, unprotected s3x, established relationship, age gap (reader is in her 30s and michael is in his 40s), reader and michael are both switches.

a/n : this one is very lengthy so beware !! I KNOW THE CHAPSTICK CHALLENGE WASN’T DURING HIS TIME AND IDC! anyways, I used a tiny bit of modern social media but nothing much changed other than that. this is my first time writing smut and I’m not even going to TRY and proofread it since I know I’ll get second hand embarrassment. also, I was experimenting with different punctuations so I don’t always have to use commas. you will see the em-dash being used BUT I don’t use ai! ok that’s my ted talk, enjoy readinggg

being home alone was basically your second nature. however, it was even worse when the house was gigantic. everytime you looked out the window, you were met with vast acres of land filled with different attractions and animals.

michael was currently out on some business outing that you didn’t know much of. you knew better to ask for details because he always confused you with his business talk . he said he’d come back around 6pm and it was currently 2pm—leaving you with 4 hours to kill.

you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, trying to make time go by quicker. you’ve been at this for a while—feeling unproductive and mostly disengaged. the minutes were definitely moving exceptionally slower today.

you were damn near about to throw your phone across the room until a video popped up on your for you feed. there was a girl applying different chapsticks to her lips while her boyfriend was waited patiently while blindfolded. once her lips were coated, she kissed him until he could guess what the flavor was. this was pure genius, you thought, finally something to cure your boredom. you did some more digging to understand the rules of this challenge—looking from video to video. when you felt you knew the basics, you immediately went to your closet.

you put on a quick outfit that you threw together last minute before making your way to your car. you now had about 3 hours before michael came back home and it took approximately 30 minutes to get to the beauty supply—if you were lucky. while making your way to the front door, your personal bodyguard, sam, realized that you were leaving and followed behind. you both entered the car in record time and pulled out the driveway.

you were definitely driving past the speed limit but that didn’t matter right now. it felt as though time wanted to fly by at the worst moment. after what seemed like a lifetime, you pulled into the parking lot of the store. sam exited the car first and made his way around it to open your door. you quickly thanked him before scrambling to get inside the beauty supply—avoiding interacting with others.

once you made it inside, you bolted to the lip product section,looking around for the chapsticks. there were many different types that piqued your interest, but you ultimately decided to stick to the main flavors. you kept skimming each aisle until you finally located the blindfolds and grabbed two. you headed toward self-checkout to quickly pay for your items.

you made it back home around 5 with an hour to spare. today was the one day you wanted michael to be a tiny bit late. you stored the items in your nightstand before walking towards the bathroom to take a quick shower to get the outside smell off. you entered the bath and scrubbed every nook and cranny there was—making sure you were squeaky clean.

once you finished up, you quickly dried off and wrapped yourself in your towel. you opened the cabinet above the sink to grab your skin care products and started your regular night routine. your hair was already done so you didn’t have to worry about it for the time being. in the middle of brushing your teeth, you heard the front door open. it was only 5:45, which meant that michael must’ve missed you so much that he had to come home early—or atleast that’s what he told you everytime. you rinsed your mouth of the toothpaste and rushed back to the room. you pulled out the first pair of pajamas you laid your eyes on and quickly got dressed.

you peeked your head out of the door and spotted michael coming up the stairs. he knew you if he couldn’t find you in the living room, you were most likely in the bedroom. you went back inside before you could get spotted and plopped down onto the bed.

the moment he slipped through the door you wanted to physically pounce on him. he always looked good all the time which was just completely unfair. he had his reading glasses—your favorite—resting on the tip of his nose and it made you want him to turn you every which way but loose.

“did you hear what I said?”

you hadn’t realized michael was talking to you this entire time. he wore a concerned look on his face.

you cleared your throat, “sorry, I was a little preoccupied.”

he glared at you skeptically. “what are you hiding this time.” it wasn’t a question.

“can you not ruin my surprises for once?” you grumbled.

you reluctantly rolled over to the other side of the mattress and reached over to the nightstand. you grabbed the knob of the dresser before dragging it open, revealing the multiple chapsticks and blindfolds you bought earlier. you gathered the items with both hands and dumped them on top of the bed.

his brows furrowed while he scanned the items, slowly making his way closer to the bed. “should I be worried about you?… what is all this?”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “I found this little challenge online where you have to guess the flavor of my chapstick while blindfolded. i thought it would be pretty cool to try out.”

michael grabbed one to the blindfolds and analyzed it thoroughly.

“so this is what happens when I leave you alone for too long,” he smirked.

you began to pout, “oh come onnnn, this could be really fun! plus, you seem like you need something to lift your spirits.”

you could sense the battle he was fighting in his head, seeming confused but intrigued at the same time. you already knew michael would agree based on the mere fact that he would do anything you asked. you tilted your head and stared into his eyes, pleading through your gaze.

his eyes began to soften, giving you the clear sign that his resolve was weakening. “the things you make me do..”

“ok great so come sit over here and put this on while I prepare everything.” you guided him to sit on the bed with his body against the headboard as he placed the blindfold over his eyes.

while you retrieved the chapsticks and laid them beside him, you settled yourself on his lap. his hands immediately found your hips, holding you tight enough to make sure you don’t escape.

you went through the options before settling on the flavors strawberry, watermelon, and orange. it was definitely an odd array choices but you knew how much michael loved oranges—the juice atleast.

for the first one, you applied the strawberry chapstick on your lips before setting it down.

“ok are you ready?” you smiled

you didn’t even wait for him to answer before teasingly giving him a quick peck on the lips.

michael rolled his eyes beneath the blindfold. “baby I can’t guess if you’re giving me weak kisses,” he frowned.

you suppressed a laugh from escaping your lips. “alright fine ill be serious this time, I promise.”

you lightly grasped his face with both hands and leaned down, placing a tender kiss against his soft lips. you caressed his face as your lips set a slow, gentle pace. you slowly pulled away when you felt him trying to deepen the kiss.

you rested your palms against his chest. “what flavor do you think it is?”

michael licked his lips. “I think I need another kiss to find out.”

you took a deep breath before speaking calmly. “we both know you don’t so let’s try again. what flavor is it?”

“cmon please just one more,” he begged.

“michael.”

“ok fine, is it..” he tasted his lips before pondering. “..strawberry?”

your entire face lit up, the excitement in your voice evident. “oh my gosh you actually did it!”

his lips curled up into a cocky grin, “it really wasn’t all that hard if you ask me.”

“so why’d you ask for another kiss?” you taunted.

“why wouldn’t I?”

you ignored his comment and wiped your lips of excess balm. for the second one, you applied on the watermelon chapstick—wanting to save orange for last.

you didn’t bother to give him a warning and crashed your lips onto his, not caring to be as gentle as the first time. his grasp on your hips tightened, allowing himself to be guided by your impatient rhythm. you sensed yourself getting lost within him and immediately pulled away— not wanting to become distracted.

he groaned, “you can’t just kiss me like that and pull away.”

“and why not?” you teased.

he scoffed under his breath. “you know what you’re doing, don’t play dumb.”

the tension in the room had shifted. you felt heat pool in your lower stomach, your body becoming hot all over. the last thing you expected was to become horny from this game. now that you think about it, this game is a little kinky—not that you minded.

“that doesn’t matter, what do you think it is, mikey?”

he dragged his tongue over his lips. “cherry?”

“nope! you get one more guess.” part of you was happy he got it wrong, maybe now he could fall off his high horse.

he tried to taste it one more time. “give me one more kiss, the flavor is gone.”

“That’s not how the game works,” you said.

“just give me the kiss!”

he seemed very eager this time around, who were you to deny him?

“ok, ok fine.”

you leaned back down and gave him a innocent smooch. it wasn’t a full blown makeout but it was enough for the chapstick to transfer onto his lips.

he pulled away first. “mmm, is it watermelon?”

“congrats you got it right, not so confident now are we?” you laughed.

he took that as a personal challenge. “ok watch this then.”

you wiped your lips once more before grabbing the last chapstick, “I saved this one for last, I think you’ll like this one a lot.”

michael didn’t utter a single sound, he was dead serious.

you coated your lips in the orange chapstick—taking your sweet time. you took longer with this one just to tease him a little further.

you brushed your lips softly against his, returning back to the soft manner you had earlier. you barely even kissed him before he answered,

“orange.”

you were shocked. “how did you even—“

“orange, right?” he asked again.

you sighed in defeat, “fine, you got it right. cheater.”

he didn’t waste any time. he ripped off the blindfold and tossed it to the other side of the room—not caring where it landed. his fingers eagerly traveled under your shirt and clutched your sides, leaving bruises in its midst. the pain didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more.

he removed one hand from your waist and allowed it to travel up to the back of your neck. growing impatient, he claimed your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. his lips felt even softer than before—tasting faintly of orange. you draped your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as he rolled your hips over his clothed crotch. you drew back with a shaky breath—taking a moment catching your breath before diving right back into his lips.

a quiet moan escaped your mouth unintentionally as you rocked back and forth. you could feel the warmth of his bulge poking you through your pajama shorts. his hips bucked up against yours—seeking for more relief.

michael reluctantly pulled away. “please let me taste you baby… I need every inch of you.. badly.”

his desperation tipped you over edge—fueling your arousal even more. you nodded your head as a quick response. the ability to form coherent words was physically impossible.

he shifted you to rest on your back against the mattress and braced himself over you. his lips pressed rough, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, leaving a trail of bruises as he worked his way down. you bit down hard on your lip to constrain the lewd noises begging to leave your lips. your panties were full of your wetness—clinging onto your awaiting folds.

michael’s hands began to work the buttons of your shirt in a slow, teasing manner. he was toying with you on purpose at this point. he could tell that you were growing impatient due to the way your hands clenched the comforter. the sight before him was quite enjoyable—he always loved watching you unfold. it was your turn to be the desperate one now.

he managed your shirt to open and dragged it off your body. his cupped his hands over your breast, massaging them tenderly under his touch. your chest rose rapidly as he moved his fingers over your nipples.

“michael please… enough with the teasing,” you whimpered.

he snorted, “doesn’t feel so great does it? now you know how it feel, right?”

he chose now to try and teach a lesson? this man is so damn petty. “ok baby i get it just touch me already!”

he tucked his lip behind his teeth, trying not to laugh at how hysterical you were becoming. he quickened his pace and promptly stripped off your shorts and underwear in one go, leaving you bare before him. the cold air hit you in between your thighs, causing your legs to involuntarily close.

michael parted your legs before you could close them all the way. “nope, you cant run now. you wanted this, gorgeous.”

you stared him down as he kneeled before you, keeping fierce eye contact between the two of you. he traced the meat of your thighs with his fingertips, memorizing the curves under his touch. the foreplay was your least favorite part—you wanted to grab his head and force him onto your awaiting sex, but you refrained. he rose to the inside of your knee, pressing feathered kisses down your leg. he made it all the way down to your inner thigh and ghosted his breath over your core, pressing soft kisses onto your folds before traveling to your other leg and repeating the same process.

to say you were wet was an understatement—you were a whole waterpark. “michael I swear if you don’t eat my pussy right now, I’m gonna go crazy.”

he gave a sharp, amused huff. “I’m taking in the moment, its not everyday i see such fine beauty.”

you looked at him knowingly, “I’d argue the exact opposite of you ask me.”

his hands latched onto your thighs, pressing your legs against your chest. you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling. you felt a tiny pinch on your behind and gazed downward.

“keep your eyes open, I wanna see your pretty face while I make you feel good,” he smirked.

you fought to keep your gaze on him as he latched his lips onto your clit— flicking his tongue over your bud repeatedly. your back arched off the mattress as your thighs tremble against his hold.

you moaned uncontrollably, slipping your hands into hair. “oh shittt.. just like that, baby.” michael knew all of your weak spots which made it very easy for you to orgasm—even when you tried not to.

he peered up at you with a smug smile as he laid his tongue flat against you, dragging it across your entrance. the groans that left his lips made your entire body vibrate with excitement.

you felt your climax begin to approach you—the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel. his thumb massaged against your clit as his tongue worked your insides. the double stimulation had you seeing stars.

“don’t stop mike im gonna.. fuckk.. I’m almost there!” you cried.

he entered his index finger into your entryway and sucked roughly on your clit. “you taste so good, baby, so sweet. this pussy was made for me.”

his words brought you to your peak, your thighs clamping around his head as you came. he definitely had a way with his words. as you came down from your climax, you released your grip from his hair and slumped against the bed, placing your hand over your chest while trying to catch your breath.

“I barely even did anything to you,” michael mocked.

“you’re sooo full of yourself,” you joked, “keep that same energy.”

you tugged him onto the bed and traded positions with him. you guided your head towards his pants and placed very gentle kisses along his protruding bulge, tracing your manicured nail along the zipper of his pants before pulling it down.

he was already huffing and puffing, trying to grasp the little control he had left. you yanked his pants and boxers down in one swift motion as his cock sprung free, tip glistening with pre cum. you latched your lips onto the head, swirling your tongue over tip, and sucked of his arousal—swallowing it before letting go with a ‘pop’.

michael was in pure bliss. he marveled at your body as you took off the rest of his clothes, admiring your physique. once you finished, he laid bare before you, waiting for you to take the reigns.

you mounted over him, hovering above his throbbing length. spitting into your hand, you dragged it over his tip as a makeshift lubricant. you moved as slowly as humanly possible, gradually descending onto his shaft. he was already making you feel so full.

each inch felt bigger than the last. he has completely ruined you for anyone else—no man can pleasure you the way he does. after some time, you managed to bottom out—adjusting to his thickness. as you glanced towards michael, he looked even worse than you. his face was contoured into this look of pleasure and overwhelming, making you feel satisfied. this man is definitely a goner.

after gaining some momentum, you dragged your hips up before swiftly slamming back down. he continually poked your sweet spot over and over. michael sat up and grabbed your hips, seeking support.

“you squeezin’ me so tight baby, i cant hold back anymore,” he sobbed.

you spoke through broken moans. “look who’s pussy whipped now.”

he burrowed his face into the pillows as his hands trailed down to your rear, using it to control the pace. his hips lifted to meet yours, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could reach. your entire body tensed as his tip poked your cervix repeatedly.

his length began to throb inside your gummy walls. “I’m about to come baby… she’s so wet for me.”

“hold it in, keep going so we can both finish,” you cooed.

michael was about to lose his damn mind. he drove into with an eager need to get you to the finish line. he slammed into you as if he was digging for treasure—which in hindsight, he was. you were sure you were drawing blood from his arms the way you were digging your nails into him.

your stomach got that familiar feeling again, the knot becoming looser with every thrust. you tried to tell him you were about to come but your mouth couldn’t form the words into complete sentences, babbling like baby.

“I’m, mmmm, mich- … oh fuck.”

your second climax washed over you unannounced, triggering michael to his own release. thick ropes of come splattered into you, leaving a warm residue between your walls.

you crashed onto the bed, your head falling against his chest. you really needed this—even more than michael. all your pent up energy was finally released into the wild. you sighed deeply of satisfaction, resting your hands on his torso.

you should definitely do this challenge more often.

© unknwnbrii

a/n : I definitely wiped some years off my life writing this, I can feel the grey hairs growing in now. I lost momentum near the end since its currently 2am but we digress. I always love feedback and once again tysm for readingggg !!

p.s. : count how many times I said “chapstick” and “before” haha..

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october is the best month of the year. it had the perfect weather, cute clothing, and of course halloween. it was definitely your favorite holiday, but the best part was definitely the costumes.

you had always gone all out with your looks since you were little. however, with how busy you’ve become, you weren’t able to find time to shop for a cute costume. constantly being in demand took away most of your free time.

you and michael had been invited to an exclusive halloween party. you didn’t want to show up with a half-ass outfit nor did you want to repeat a costume which left you in a tough spot.

when you got home, you immediately rushed to your closet. the party was in 5 hours and you still had no clue what you were going to wear. with all the clothes you’ve collected over the years, you couldn’t seem to find a half decent costume.

it was already too late to go out and buy one. even if you could go out, everything good would most likely be sold out.

you were pacing back and forth, maybe you could just skip the party altogether. then again, you couldn’t do that since michael had been talking about this party all week. he was so excited since eddie murphy was hosting and he had been dying to see him. he already knew that he was going to dress up as peter pan so he didn’t need that much time to get ready, unlike you. you would’ve done tinkerbell to match but you couldn’t find it anywhere.

you were going through all the possibilities until it clicked, you have a boyfriend. a boyfriend who has an entire mall for a closet. you were damn near about to start crying tears of joy.

you ran down the hallway to his closet faster than light traveled itself. he has so much clothes he had to put them in its own personal room. michael was currently in the studio which left you plenty of time to snoop around.

you opened his closet and you were met with tons and tons of clothes. looking through the options you were overwhelmed with the amount of choices. you could choose his thriller outfit, which was iconic, but you didn’t know if that was what you had in mind. you kept on scanning his clothes until you found it. his smooth criminal outfit. it was perfect and it was from your favorite music video (so far). you took everything but the pants from the ensemble before returning to your shared room.

you set the clothes down on the bed before taking a shower to wash off the long day you had. you decided you might as well take an everything shower even though you were short for time. when you got out, you sat at your vanity and started on your hair. you decided to do a slick back since you would be wearing a hat and didn’t want to deal with your hair becoming messed up throughout the night. the last thing you needed was to detangle your hair again.

you pulled out your makeup bag and grabbed the tools you needed. you didn’t want to do too much since you didn’t have that much time on your hands. you applied your lash clusters and did your lip combo for the night, wanting to go for a more natural look since you knew you would be on that dance floor.

finally, it was time to get dressed. you put on your outfit and sprayed your favorite perfume all over yourself. his clothes may smell like you after this but you knew he wouldn’t mind. you added your own accessories as a final touch. for a last minute costume, you managed to make it look intentional.

just then, you heard the front door close.

“babyyy im home!” you could just hear the excitement in michael’s voice.

you rushed to put on your heels and packed your purse with the rest of your things. after some time, you made your way out the room and down the stairs.

you found him in the living room and to your surprise, he was already dressed. he must’ve been anticipating how long you would take to get ready. you smiled at the thought, he knew you so well.

you ran to hug him from behind. “hiii honey!”

he turned around in your arms to face you. “hi baby I miss-“

suddenly, he went silent, looking you up and down.

“is that my clothes?”

you smiled nervously. “surprise?”

silence settled between you both. you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. his gaze was intense as he kept scanning your outfit.

“ok is it really that bad? I didn’t have much time to choose an outfit and I panicked ‘cause I couldn’t find anything in my own closet so then I went to yours an-“

he cut you off before you could finish ranting. “I love it. you look so good mama, I think you made the outfit look better than I did. you know how much I like you in my clothes.”

before you could even utter a response he pulled you in and crashed his lips onto yours without hesitation. the kiss was more reassuring than anything, reminding you of how in love with you he is. you instantly melted into his arms before reciprocating the kiss.

after some time you reluctantly pulled away to catch your breath. “mikey you’re ‘gonna mess up my lip combo.” you checked your lips in your travel mirror before tucking it away. “cmon we can’t be late, eddie would kill us.”

“a few more minutes couldn’t hurt” he suggested.

you looked at him knowingly. “we both know it’s never just a few minutes with you. not that I’m complaining about it.”

he smirked. “you’re playing a dangerous game baby. don’t start something you can’t finish.”

you raised your eyebrows. “me? you were the one who kissed me first.”

“and i’d do it again. you’re the one wearin’ my clothes baby, should’ve known I’d act like this.” he bit his lip.

you almost forgot about the party entirely the way he was looking at you. you took a moment to look at his outfit. even dressed as peter pan he managed to make it look sexy.

“fine I’ll make it up to you but AFTER the party. we’re gonna be late thanks to you” you sighed.

he really couldn’t care less about how late you guys would be, especially when you looked like that. “fine, bill is waiting outside for us. lead the way gorgeous.”

as you walked away you felt his hand slap playfully your ass. you decided to ignore his antics since he always acted this way around you and continued to walk towards the front door.

he admired your outfit from a distance one more time before following behind you.

at the party, you both had the time of your lives. you danced, sang, and even socialized with the other celebrities that attended. however, the after party was definitely better.

© unknwnbrii

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a/n : I physically did not know how to end it but I FINALLY POSTEDDDD !! this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away mb guysss

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era : dangerous

pairing : michael jackson x fem reader

summary : you’ve come home from the gym to your loving fiancé, michael.

warnings : established relationship, fluffy fluff , black!reader but there are no hair or skin descriptions used.

a/n : something short and sweet

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your trainer must’ve been trying to kill you. two leg days in a single week should be illegal in itself.

you had just made it home after driving for half an hour. usually it only took you 15 minutes but traffic was worse than usual for some odd reason.during the entire ride, the only thing you could think about was the incredible shower waiting for you at home.

once you entered the driveway, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the journey you were about to take. the distance from the car to your awaiting shower seemed miles away. reluctantly, you stepped out the car and slowly made your way to the front door, walking side to side. your legs were pretty sore so it took you longer to make it to the house.

you had to take a moment to breathe once you made it to the front door. the whole walk from driveway, your legs felt as if they had been poked repeatedly with pins and needles. after some time you regained some of your strength and got your second wind. you began to search for your keys in your bag, hoping you didn’t misplace them again. finally, after what seemed like forever, you got the door to open and immediately dropped your gym bag and took your sneakers off.

the house was a little too quiet. usually there would be music playing in the background as michael greeted you at the door. he was most likely in the home studio or at rehearsals.

you trudged up the stairs to your bedroom to pick out some pajamas to change into before looking at yourself in the mirror. ever since michael had proposed to you last year, you have been consistently working out and trying to maintain a healthy diet. however, michael convinced you to atleast have some cheat days for his sake. you pretended to try and resist at first but he won you over in the end.

your body had changed a lot since then and you couldn’t be happier with your progress. you knew you were about to look good in your wedding dress.

you jumped as the door had opened behind you. michael appeared at the door before leaning against the frame, admiring your cute outfit from a distance.

you rested your hand over your chest, trying to slow down your heart rate. “you couldn’t have knocked?”

he began to walk over to you, wasting no time to come behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. “sorry gorgeous I didn’t hear you come home. where have you been I missed youuuu,” he chuckled.

you leaned your head back against his chest, finding warmth in his presence. “I had to get to the gym before they closed. my trainer literally worked me into the ground! you would think I was her worst enemy.”

michael had noticed your change in behaviors. you would wake up early in the morning to go for runs, changed your entire diet, and now you were constantly at the gym.

he always worried if you were overdoing it but you had insisted that you enjoyed taking care of yourself. he could still see how tired you were throughout the day so he would try his best to take the stress of your hands.

however, he would be lying if he said he didn’t love how you looked. you became more secure and confident in yourself as time progressed. seeing you comfortable in your own skin always made him so proud of you. you were gaining and losing weight in all the right places. he would sometimes catch himself staring at you everytime you passed him or when you got ready in the morning.

michael trailed his hands up and down your sides, soothing your tense body. “you always tire yourself out honey. It’s ok to take a break here and there.” he held onto you tighter as he checked out your reflection in the mirror.

“I know baby but I don’t need them right now,” you said as turned to look up at him, teasingly squeezing his cheeks. “there’s no need to worry about me, okay? all I need is a nice shower and maybe a nap now that I think about it.”

“well if that’s what you need then that’s what you’ll get,” michael grinned.

just then you felt your legs lift off the ground and into michael’s arms. he carried you into the bathroom as if you weren’t perfectly capable of walking yourself (which you weren’t).

he finally set you down once you had both entered the bathroom. he began to undress you before getting undressed himself. you hadn’t expected him to join you tonight but you’re weren’t complaining.

you both stepped in the shower together, leaving enough space for you both to wash up. he grabbed the soap bottle before you could even think to get it and began to wash you from head to toe, making sure you were extra clean. from time to time he would playfully kiss your cheek or tickle your sides. tonight, he wanted you to relax for a change. he took the shower head and began to rinse you off.

you counted yourself lucky that you had such a good man. you don’t know what you did to deserve this but you were glad to have ended up with michael.

once you both got out, he wrapped you in a towel and sat you down on the edge of the sink. while drying himself off you took a moment to really look at him. he was so beautiful it was almost unfair. no wonder he has million of girls throwing themselves at him. you were snapped out of your thoughts as you felt him leaving kisses all over you. you grabbed michael’s face to stop his movements for a second before giving him a few sweet kisses on the lips.

“you must really love me to wash me up like that,” you teased.

he rolled his eyes. “it’s the least I could do. you’re always so independent, let me take care of you for a change.” he left one more kiss on your lips before carrying you back to the room.

michael plopped you down onto the mattress and dressed you into the pjs you left out (which was really just one of his shirts and some shorts). he changed into plaid pajama pants before tucking both you and him into bed.

“can you please take a rest day tomorrow? I just need one day where i have you to myself.”

you turned your body to face his direction. you could see how desperate he was to be in your presence. you were weighing out the pros and cons but in the end you knew you were going to stay home. to seal the deal, he put on his best puppy dog eyes he could make. how could you deny him when he looked at you like that.

“only if you promise to take the day off from work.”

he pretended to think about it before he spoke up, “fine but we’re watching all the movies I want.”

before you could argue, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. he always wanted you as close as humanly possible. he found it a lot easier you to sleep when you were in his arms.

you surrendered and rested your head onto his chest, finally settling down. this was always your favorite part of the day. before you dozed off, you gave michael one final kiss.

“goodnight angelface” you whispered.

he smiled. “goodnight applehead”

and with that you both fell asleep, silencing the world around you.

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a/n : thank you for reading my loves !! I’m taking it one writing at a time cause practice makes perfect 😭.

most of my posts for now will be mostly fluff since I am a new writer and I’m still learning as I go. EVENTUALLY, I will write smut and angst when I am more confident in my writing. love you guysss !!

era : bad

pairing : michael jackson x black!fem reader

summary : after an argument, you and michael still had to attend your friends bday party.

warnings : overprotective michael, established relationship, suggestive, drinking, stubborn!reader, fluff, happy ending

a/n: yall this is my first fic EVER so advice and critiques are appreciated !! this is semi proofread your girl is TIRED. I had to repost so bear with me 😭.

you were known to be the queen of holding grudges. some may say you were one to overreact but you believed your feelings were valid. maybe not this time tho ...

It all started over an outfit.

(previously)

you and michael were getting ready to head to an after party of an award show. both of you decided it would be easier to head home after the show and change into new clothes since you both didn't want to stay in your formal wear. when you finished getting dressed, you went to your vanity to fix your makeup before michael appeared behind you.

"wow you look so good honey!" he smiled while taking your hand to stand you up. "but maybe your dress is a little too short..."

you were confused. "too short? you're overreacting it's not even that bad. plus i look super cute."

his brows furrowed. "are you serious? one wrong move and everyone will see what's for my eyes only."

the argument only escalated from there. you claimed he was just being overprotective and jealous but he insisted that he was just trying to be honest. it got so bad to the point where you slept in the guest room. maybe you were being a little dramatic but you refused to be the one to apologize first (even though it was petty).

you both got no sleep that night, missing the warmth of each other's bodies. michael debated going to the room and carrying you back to your spot on the bed. he was going crazy without you next to him but he decided you needed to learn. the next morning was nothing but crickets. you both refused to talk to each other let alone look at one another.

you half expected him to come running to you but part of you knew better. he expected you to come to him instead. you decided that you won’t be the one going to him this time.

(present day)

it's been a few days since you and michael last spoke. you were starting to regret starting the stupid argument but you couldn't let him know that.

your friend tiana texted you to come over to help her get ready and to pregame. today was her birthday party and unfortunately you and michael both rsvp’d. as much as you didn’t want to be with him in public, you realized this was a great opportunity to make him come running to you.

you took a shower and put on hot pink sweatpants with a matching cropped sweater and a white fitted shirt under. you packed a bag with an outfit to change into for the party since you guys were going out and obviously you wanna look sexy. before you could walk out a figure appeared at your doorframe.

"where you goin?" michael asked.

you rolled your eyes. "tiana asked me to come over to help. not that i need to explain myself to you."

michael stopped in his tracks when he heard your tone. he took a moment before grabbing your chin. "the attitude is not needed at all so drop it. just because you're mad at me doesn't mean you can act like this. got it?"

you loved when he took authority. honestly he looked really good right now but you could not be distracted. you looked at him with the most annoyed face you could make.

"whatever michael" you scoffed. you forced his hand off your chin before brushing past him and walked out the door, heading to your car. you were dying to see the look on his face but urged yourself to not look back.

michael stood there stunned. you had never once stood up to him ever. nor have you called him by his name. he would be lying if he said he wasn't a tiny bit turned on. these past couple of days only made his want for you grow in size. watching you take charge did something to him but he much preferred to be the one handling you.

at tiana's house, you were both getting ready and taking celebratory shots. you were slightly tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. while you were there, you changed into your red halter neck mini dress. you looked sexy as fuck and you blowed at your hair to seal the look. you were admiring yourself in the mirror while tiana was talking about her party.

"girl there better be some fine ass men at this club. I'm so touch deprived I need to get laid asap" she complained.

"girl bye we both know you’ll find you a man. If only mine was behaving" you chuckled shaking your head.

tiana gasped. "girl is there trouble in paradise? michael is too sexy for you to be arguing. atleast you have a man to argue with."

“tell me about it. you should’ve seen him this morning I wanted nothing more than to devour him right then and there” you whined.

“tell me everything! I haven’t heard drama in weeks my social life is slowly fading” she sighed dramatically.

you told her the whole story about how things went down between you and him while applying your makeup.

"So why don't you just apologize? babes it's not even as serious as you're making it. this is most likely killing him too!" she exclaimed.

"because l'm tired of always apologizing. he should come to me for a change instead of me groveling at his feet. plus I look way too good to be begging. he needs to work for my attention" you stated.

"ok girl but be careful you know how michael gets. plus i think he won't be able to avoid you while seeing you look this good. seriously you look like the song freakum dress by beyonce" she laughed.

you giggled. "cmon girl we can't make everyone wait, you're the birthday girl!"

on the way to the club you were both talking and drinking more. tiana was a few shots ahead of you. you didn't want to be too drunk before you went into the party but still monitored tiana's intake. when you both arrived some people had already been there, michael included.

he seemed distracted while talking to somebody he knew but when you walked in his heart nearly stopped. you looked so good he couldn't contain himself. he was fighting every bone in his body to snatch you up right now and take you. your dress hugged all the right places and that red make you glow more than the sun itself.

you felt his eyes on you but you decided to make him suffer. you ignored him before pulling tiana on the dance floor. you needed to let your emotions out. these past few days have been stressful and you just wanted a moment to yourself.

you were having a good time, dancing to song after song. when you were really feeling it you shaked a little ass too. tiana was hyping you up and even grinding up on you. usually you're not this provocative but today you really couldn't care less. you went to the bar and got a couple drinks and now you were most definitely tipsy. you were starting to get really sweaty so you went to the bathroom to check you weren't sweating your hair out. you could not afford having puffy roots on a night like this.

when you came back tiana was nowhere in sight. you assumed she finally found a man that wasn't a weirdo and took him somewhere private. you went back in the dance floor and was having a good time until a random came up behind you.

"you look too good to be alone up here mamas. wanna dance?" he slurred.

he was obviously drunk and he was really disgusting.

you tried to let him down easy and told him you were taken but he was not giving up. even grabbing your wrist to pull you toward him.

before he could even pull you, michael took your wrist back from him.

"she said she was taken" michael scolded.

before the guy could even say anything in response, michael was pulling you towards the exit.

"cmon you’ve had too much to drink we're leaving" he said calmly.

walking back to the car was really quiet and irritating. you were still trying to process what had just happened. you kept stumbling over your feet to the point where michael had to carry you. when you were finally in the car michael went back into the club to tell tiana you were both leaving.

part of you was nervous. was he still mad at you? well he did save you from that creep but maybe that was because he had to and not because you wanted to. you overthought so much you started to get a headache and decided to just wait and see what happens. when he got in the car he rolled up the partition and stood quiet before the car started moving.

you looked out the window, looking as the city lights loomed over the buildings. looking at the view was more interesting than looking at michael. you were fidgeting a lot with your hair and your bracelets, trying to find a way to distract yourself from the tension in the car. it was quiet for a couple moments before michael spoke up.

"come here." he patted his lap waiting for you to take your spot.

"I'd rather sit here but thanks" you said sarcastically.

he chuckled. "you don't have much of a choice. either come here or ill make you. trust me you don't want me to make you." he patted his lap once more.

you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t joking around, especially when it came to this. you thought about denying him again but you were so drained that you didn’t want to argue anymore. hesitantly you moved toward him before sitting in his lap.

he straddled your legs over his lap before resting his hands on your waist. gripping you like he was scared you're gonna run away.

"are you done throwing a temper tantrum? I don't like it when my girl ignores me." he looked you up and down.

you crossed your arms. "I'm not throwing a temper tantrum! I have a right to be mad. and if you don't like it than maybe you shouldn't have argued with me."

he rubbed his forehead. “you’re doing it again. why can’t you just apologize so we can move past this? you’re lucky I don’t punish you.”

“I can’t deal with this im too ti-“ your sentence was cut off by your own yawn before rubbing your eyes. all those drinks were starting to wear on you.

“fine let’s call it for now.” he rested your head against his shoulder for you to doze off on, even though you two were supposed to still be hashing things out.

when you finally made it back home the silence took over again. neither of you willing to talk first, especially not you. you already made it so far and you weren’t about to give up now.

you walked over to the room and sat on the edge of the bed while attempting to take off your shoes and failing.

michael walked into the scene and begrudgingly kneeled down to help you take them off before looking up at you.

he sighed deeply. "I still stand by what I said. however, I don't care for being right and I want to make amends.l'm sorry baby. I miss you so much and I'm going crazy over here." he rested his head in the crook over your neck before kissing your sensitive spot.

you were shocked. he was never the first to break when you two had arguments. usually you were the one in his position. now you see why he likes when you submit to him. you thought if you should hold out more but the way he was kissing your neck made you forget all about that idea.

you grabbed his face before kissing him passionately. you wrapped your arms around his neck while he ran his hands up and down your body before grabbing your ass.

he broke the kiss before facing you properly. "did I tell you how sexy you look tonight. this dress is doing things to me."

you smiled. "that was pretty much the whole point of me wearing it tonight. you really like it that much?"

he roamed his hands up and down your waist before kissing you again. "you should wear this more often you look like an angel.”

you could barely move a muscle. the fatigue was starting to hit you all over again. “well this angel is tired and is ready to sleep. can you help me please?”

he held your gaze before smiling. “of course I’ve got you baby.”

michael got up and went to find makeup wipes and ibuprofen with water. he took the wipes and cleaned off all your makeup for you. he then gave you the medicine to take as he went to go get your pajamas and bonnet.

once you took the medicine he helped you get changed and even made sure your bonnet was on secure enough, double checking it wouldn’t fall off in the middle of the night (even though it might).

you laid down finally and opened your arms. waiting for him to join you in bed. you’ve been waiting for this moment for days. after sleeping in your bed with him for so many years. your body can no longer function without him.

once he laid down he cuddled into you before kissing your temple. “make sure to get a good nights rest because we have a lot of making up to do tomorrow.”

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a/n: guys go easy on me l am new to this not true to this 💔. let me know how you guys like it !!