jen

⤷ ゛ lil’ mustacheˎˊ˗

pairing: m jackson x black!fem reader

WC: 213

era: THRADDDD.

a/n: just a lil blurb of the reader loving that stache 🫦

this is the fifteenth kiss you’d planted on michael’s face and landed right on that little bit of peach fuzz above his lip. you couldn’t help yourself. his tiny mustache made him fine….cute wasn’t even the right word for it.

you were straddling his lap, your hands cupping his face making sure he stayed put. michael’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs as he looked up at you.

“b-baby, please…” he laughed, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt. he didn’t think you’d like it this much. “does it really make a difference…?” his voice came out soft, almost shy. you nodded immediately.

“m’so serious, it does.” you bit your lip. “makes you look a lil’ grown.” a laugh slipped out of him, he wanted to cover his face, but his hands were full. “grown?” he repeated.

“mmmhm.” you leaned in, pressing another quick kiss right against his mustache. “got me over here admirin you...” his hands squeezed your thighs a bit out of pure nervousness, and he tried to look away, but your hands kept him in place.

“ya’ know…” a devilish smirk spread across your face. “i could bleach that without any products.”

“bleach?” he asked, blinking his doe eyes in confusion.

WHO AND WHO?