myiah

myiah please don’t spam like 𑣲.

[coralrush]

゛groove, let the madness in the ᢉ𐭩 music get to you ˶

MYIAH she/her. haitian. 20.

ᝰ.ᐟ michael jackson, etc.

i write for black readers! mdni.

my previous blog: @michaeljpeg

everything on my blog belongs to me!

@coralrush

[kkgalerii]

: ̗̀➛ imagine accidentally falling asleep with your best friend michael, only to wake up to the sweet sounds of his whimpers in the night due to a wet dream...of you. but this time, you decide to help him. 18+ (part ii) !! headphones suggested !!

— ᨳଓ . the heavy quiet of the bedroom was filled only by the soft, sound of the fan, crickets outside and the quiet rustle of cotton sheets. you shifted in the bed, turning toward his side as a faint, pained sound broke through your sleep.

michael was tossing beside you, his long torso tense under the blanket. quiet, shuddering whimpers spilled past his parted lips, his brow furrowed in the dim light as if he were caught halfway between a dream and reality.

softly, you reached out and placed your palm flush against his warm chest, right over the frantic thump of his heart. "michael, wake up."

his eyes snapped open—wide, dark, and filled with instant panic. he blinked rapidly, realizing where he was and how close you were, his chest heaving under your touch. flush crept up his neck, burning hot all the way to the tips of his ears.

"i'm—i'm so sorry," michael stuttered out immediately, his voice raspy from sleep. he tried to pull back, looking thoroughly mortified, his hands hovering nervously over the sheets. "gosh, i didn't mean to—i'm so embarrassed, i hope i didn't wake you, i was just—"

before he could spiral any further, you leaned forward, cupping his warm cheek and cutting off his rambling apology with a deep, lingering kiss.

michael’s breath hitched sharply against your lips. for a split second, he froze in sheer shock, but the moment your warmth settled over him, the tension in his tall frame completely melted.

his long fingers reached up, sliding through your hair to gently cradle the back of your head, pulling you flush against him. a needy, quiet whimper tore from his throat right into your mouth, matched by a soft sigh from your own lips as the kiss deepened.

when you finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch, your lips brushed against his as you breathed out, "let me help you, baby."

michael couldn't form words. his mind was completely fried, wide doe eyes searching yours with a mix of shock and intense relief. all that slipped past his mouth was a soft, high whine, his body twitching helplessly under the duvet.

slipping your hand beneath the covers, your fingers hooked into the soft elastic band of his pajama pants, gently pulling them down just enough to release him into the cool air of the room. your eyes caught the dark, slick bead of precum leaking from the tip, glistening in the faint light.

"you were thinking about me, weren’t you, michael?" you teased softly, your fingers wrapping around his thick length and beginning a slow, easy stroke from base to tip.

"i—i don’t know… i just.. well, yes—" he rambled desperately, his head rolling back against the pillow as his hips gave an involuntary jerk into your touch.

you chuckled softly, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his flushed cheek, then trailing your lips down the sharp line of his jaw to press soft pecks along his throat.

"you could’ve just asked me," you sighed gently against his skin, coming back up to capture his lips once more.

"i was nervous... too scared—to tell you how bad i needed you," he whined, his fingers tightening in your hair as your hand set a steady, intoxicating pace over his wet length.

"well, you don't ever have to be scared with me," you whispered back against his ear, your wrist speeding up just a fraction, guiding him through the steady friction. "just tell me what feels good."

"that—right there, mama... gosh, keep your thumb right there," michael gasped out loud, his chest heaving as his hips began to rise off the mattress to meet every deliberate slide of your palm. "it feels so good... you're strokin' it so perfect..."

your hand kept that fast, relentless rhythm, your other hand resting on his hip to hold him grounded as he completely undid beneath you. "that's it, baby... let go for me," you coaxed softly into his ear.

"i can't—oh god, mama, i'm gonna—"

with a sharp, breathless cry, michael arched his back off the bed, his entire body trembling violently as he came, thick waves spilling over his tummy and your fingers. he let out a long, shuddering sigh, his hands slipping from your hair to rest weak and spent on the mattress.

you smiled softly down at his flushed, glowing face. taking the edge of the sheet, you gently wiped his stomach clean before pulling the heavy duvet all the way back up over both of your shoulders.

michael immediately wrapped his long arms tightly around your waist, tugging you close until your head was resting right over his beating heart.

he pressed a lingering, sleepy kiss to the top of your head, letting out a deep, contented breath as you both melted back into the quiet warmth of the night.

[angelfcee]

⋆.˚ 𝒾nsecurities ݁ 𝓂. jackson

۫ ׅ ꪆৎ . (mdni) michael being insecure about his size during your first time together ݁

You’ve been dating Michael for almost five months now, taking things as slow as possible. In fact, the most intimacy you’ve had with your boyfriend is making out.

You taught him how to, of course.

Michael got hard often — even if all you did was brush against his arm, or kiss his cheek, you always noticed how he nervously scrambles to cover the tight tent in his slacks.

You knew all this was new to him. The intense spotlight of superstardom meant his personal life was carefully guarded, and romance was entirely uncharted territory. You weren’t surprised he became flustered when his body reacted so openly around you.

Tonight, you had a plan. You wanted to rid him of any lingering shyness, to show him it’s completely natural to become aroused when he’s around the woman he loves.

Only, you didn’t know that technically wasn’t what he was embarrassed about…

"Can I… go lower?" you ask, pressing soft, lingering kisses down Michael’s solid stomach, reaching his waistline, eyeing the heavy, unmistakable bulge in his trousers that he tries to shield with a long, elegant hand.

Michael nervously clears his throat, a soft, high-pitched breath escaping his lips. "You mean… down my pants?" he asks, his dark eyes wide and glossy with a sudden rush of heat.

You nod, gently toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, making him hitch his breath. "I don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. I want you to be comfortable," you add, tracing a finger over his hip.

Michael pauses for a second, his fingers tangling nervously in the fabric of the sofa cushion. "I don’t feel uncomfortable, honey. I just… what if you don’t like it?"

You smile sweetly, pressing another tender kiss just below his belly button. "I promise I like all of you. Let me make you feel good."

Michael blushes a deep, beautiful shade beneath his warm brown skin, a timid smile finally breaking through. He helps you pull down his pants along with his boxers, and a thick, heavy, incredibly veiny cock springs free.

You can’t help the way your mouth gapes open. You had absolutely no idea your sweet, gentle boyfriend was hung like this.

It’s not like you expected him to be small — you’d briefly caught glimpses of him hard through his stage costumes and rehearsals over the months. But this? You almost couldn’t find the words.

"I’m sorry— maybe I should put my pants back on, do you want me to cover up?" Michael stammers nervously, instantly shrinking back. He looked practically humiliated by your silent reaction, assuming you were shocked in a bad way.

You quickly stop his hand as he reaches down to pull his boxers back up. It all suddenly began to make sense.

"Michael… are you embarrassed about how big you are?" you ask gently, your gaze softening.

Your boyfriend’s cheeks flush even darker, his lashes fluttering as he looks away. "Yes… isn’t it awful? I was so worried it would frighten you… or that i’d hurt you," he murmurs softly, reaching down with a trembling hand to play with a stray curl of your hair.

You felt your heart throb completely for him, a warm ache pooling deep between your thighs.

It was never about you. It was never that he didn’t want to go there with you; he was just terrified of being too much.

"Baby, it’s not a bad thing at all," you smile, your eyes flickering between his handsome face and his massive length. “Can I touch it?"

Feeling deeply reassured by the warmth in your voice, Michael nods slowly, giving you the green light to wrap your hand around his thick shaft.

When you do, he instantly lets out a breathy, high-pitched moan, his entire slender frame shivering violently at the contact. You were barely even stroking him and he was already falling apart. "Oh— Jesus, Angel…" he stutters, his fingers digging into the cushions.

The way you could barely wrap your hand all the way around his girth made your core pulse desperately — you could only imagine how deliciously, perfectly stretched you’d feel taking him inside.

"Do you want me to move my hand, Mikey?" you ask, though you could already read the answer clearly in his dilated, starry eyes.

Michael’s breath catches in his throat. "Yes— please, don't stop, angel."

You begin stroking him from base to tip, slow at first to let him adjust, then setting a steady, deliberate rhythm that has him instinctively bucking his hips upward for more friction. Thick pre-sead beads at his tip, heavy veins pulsing right against your palm.

"Hoo— is it supposed to feel…" he pauses to let out a long, breathless whine, "t-this good?"

You begin to twist your wrist slightly at the peak, brushing your thumb right over his sensitive, leaky slit. "You’re just extra sensitive because it’s your first time, honey. You’re doing so well," you praise softly.

Your gentle words have him whimpering louder, every stroke of his length making him grip the couch tighter as his back arches.

Wanting to drive him completely over the edge, you lean in closer, wetting his thick head with your tongue before taking him into your mouth.

"Ahhh— momma!" he mewls, his hips jolting forward as a familiar, overwhelming wave builds rapidly in his chest.

"I think I’m g-going to — mnn — cum," Michael gasps, his hands flying to grab your shoulders as he tries to pull back. "Wait— I don’t want to — haaahh — get it on you, honey, let me—"

You chuckle against him, holding him gently in place as you swirl your tongue around his flushed, leaking tip. "I want it. Please, let me have you."

The plea broke whatever control he had left. He shattered instantly against your lips.

"O-ohhh god — baby," Michael moans breathily, his eyes rolling back as thick, hot spurts erupt into your mouth.

The utterly filthy, devoted sight of you taking him so completely ignited something raw and primal deep within him. All his shyness, all his stage-induced perfectionism melted away into pure, unbridled desire.

[coralrush]

⊹₊⟡⋆ weak

— fluff, angst, communication, bsf!michael, flirty!michael, there is a slight open ending.

synopsis: ever since you started having feelings for michael, you started avoiding him, until he finally caught on.

a/n — i did write this while listening to the song “weak” by swv

michael was always someone you felt comfortable around. he was understanding, and was always careful with you. you never thought about it an any other way than him just being your best friend.

but lately, something changed.

you started paying attention to things you never paid attention to before — the way he looked at you when he was listening, the way he always made sure you were okay. even the way that he could make a bad day turn good. and that scared you.

because michael was supposed to be your best friend. he was supposed to be the person you could talk to about anything. he wasn't supposed to be the person who made your heart race or replaying every little moment after you went home.

so you started avoiding him.

you left his house early before you could get too comfortable you found reasons to sit across the room instead of beside him. you stopped dropping by just to talk, and you even stopped calling him first.

every time michael called, you wouldn't answer — and when you did, you kept the conversations short. you told yourself you were just giving yourself space, but deep down you knew the truth.

being around him made it harder to pretend you didn't feel anything. although you thought that what you were doing was making things good for you, it didn't play out well for michael. he missed you more than words could explain. he was worried.

he couldn't help wondering if he'd done something to you, or if something had happened that you weren't telling him about. he wanted to ask, but every time he tried, you found a way to leave before he could.

it wasn't like you, and that worried him. so, the next time you saw michael, he made sure to occupy your time. at first, he said he was inviting you to hear a new cover he'd been practicing. but that wasn't the case.

somehow, the evening slipped away from the both of you. records played one after another, a movie droned on in the background, and somewhere along the way, the cover he’d been so eager to show you was forgotten.

you sat curled up with one of his books while he absentmindedly flipped through a stack of cassette tapes resting on his dresser. the room was quiet.

michael’s fingers hovered over the tapes, though he wasn’t really looking at them. he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before finally breaking the silence. “can i ask you something?”

you glanced up from where you sat, your eyebrows knitting together. “sure.” for a moment, he didn’t say anything. he kept turning the cassette over in his hands, his eyes fixed on the worn plastic instead of you.

“…did i do somethin’?” you blinked. “what?” it felt like your stomach dropped. “did i…” he trailed off, letting out a quiet chuckle that sounded more nervous than amused. “did i hurt you or somethin’?”

your face twisted with confusion. “michael, what are you talking about?” he shrugged, “you’ve been avoidin’ me.” his voice was gentle, but there was no mistaking the hurt behind it.

“every time i call, you get off the phone real quick. whenever we all get together, you’re gone before i even get a chance to talk to you.” he finally looked up at you, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“i mean…” he shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. “i know i can be a lot, but i didn’t think i was that bad.” despite yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips. “see?” he said, pointing at you with a grin. “there she is.”

the smile faded just as quickly as it came. “…but i’m serious.” his gaze searched yours. “if i did somethin’, i need you to tell me. i keep tryin’ to figure out where i messed up… and i can’t.”

his words lingered in the air, settling over the room in a way you couldn’t shake. your fingers fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt. you wanted to tell him, you really did. but saying it outloud felt so difficult.

“you didn’t do anything,” you murmured after a long pause. michael tilted his head, watching you carefully. the answer wasn’t enough, and the look on his face made that obvious. “then why avoid me?”

your stomach twisted. you searched for another excuse. something believable, something that would let the conversation end before it got any worse. your mind only came up empty. “it’s.. complicated.”

“help me understand, then.” his voice was soft, patient. it always was. somehow, that only made it harder. you let out a shaky laugh, more to yourself than to him, and shook your head. “you wouldn’t get it.”

a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “try me.” you finally looked at him, and that was a big mistake. he was already looking at you, that familiar smile resting on his face.

the same one that somehow managed to make your heart race every single time. your thoughts unraveled. “because i like you.” the words slipped before you had the chance to stop them.

the cassette in michael’s hands stopped turning. “…i didn’t mean to say that,” you muttered, barely above a whisper. for a second, he just looked at you. then, slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted.

“you like me?” you let out a groan, dragging your hands over your face. “don’t start.” he glanced down at the cassette in his hands before looking back at you with a grin tugging at his lips.

“i’m just sayin’…” he said, fighting a smile. “all this time you’ve been avoidin’ me ’cause you got a little crush?” you shot him a look. “michael.”

he lifted his hands in mock innocence, his shoulders bouncing with a quiet laugh. “what?” he shrugged, unable to hide the smile on his face. “i didn’t know i had that kinda effect on you.”

he caught it easily, laughing under his breath. “see? now you’re throwin’ stuff at me.” you rolled your eyes, “i’m serious.” the smile slipped from his face. he set the pillow beside him and looked at you for a long moment.

“…so that’s really why?” you stared down at your hands. “i didn’t know what to do,” you admitted. “i kept tellin’ myself it’d go away, but every time i saw you…” you shook your head. “it just got worse.”

you let out a quiet laugh, more embarrassed than amused. “i couldn’t even look at you without givin’ myself away.” michael’s expression went softer than it had been all evening. and the teasing disappeared completely.

he sat the cassette down on the nightstand, turning away from the dresser. he crossed the room and moved toward the bed where you sat curled up. the mattress shifted beneath him as he scooted closer.

“hey…” his voice was quiet enough that it made you look up. “you don’t ever have to be scared to tell me anything.” your eyes searched his face. “not when it comes to me.” he offered you a small smile, one you’d seen a hundred times before, only this one felt different.

“i don’t like that you felt like you had to carry all that by yourself.” your shoulders sagged, the weight of the last few weeks finally catching up to you. “i didn’t know what else to do.”

“you talk to me.” he said it so simply, like there wasn’t another option. “that’s what we’ve always done.” he paused, rubbing the back of his neck before letting out a quiet laugh.

“truth is…” he looked away for a second, shaking his head at himself. “i don’t think i’d know what to do if you stopped being honest with me.”

his fingers absentmindedly picked at the stitching on the comforter between you. “you’ve always been the first person i wanna tell things to. the first person i look for when somethin’ good happens.”

he smiled to himself. “even when somethin’ bad happens.” he glanced back at you. “so when you started pullin’ away…” he shrugged. “i thought i lost you.”

the confession settled between you. “and i realized…” he continued quietly, “that scared me a whole lot more than it probably should’ve.” he laughed under his breath, yet nothing was really funny.

for a while, he didn’t say anything else. he just looked at you, like he was seeing you differently for the first time. “i always thought i knew why you meant so much to me,” he admitted, almost to himself.

“guess… i never really questioned it.” his smile was small, thoughtful. “’til now.”

@coralrush

[japinesedenim]

I couldn’t write a fic about michael cheating and y/n moves on or whatever because id be overly ready to fight bout that dick

[prettyangeliczz]

FUCK A WANT, I NEED THAT ONE.

[coralrush]

i need thatttt omg

[cloudsofwineandbooks]

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･headcanons for playboy!bunny x Bad!era Michael • 18+ ݁ .ೀ

❦ - you’re one of the most famous playboy!bunnies in the early 90s, and one of the most sought after bachelorettes. It seems like no one can keep a hold of you or your attention… until him.

❦ - Michael has been infatuated with you for a while. Watching all your late night lifestyle segments on a special pay-only private channel. He has all the magazines with your photoshoot pull outs. Both the tame, and super explicit ones. It’s been months, and he can’t get you out of his mind. He’s obsessed.

❦ - Michael pulls strings to get an interview with you on the playboy!channel. You have a special show, one where you dress up like a ‘journalist’. Short skirt, open shirt. Glasses. The joke is you can get men to say whatever you want them to, confuse them, because most are barely able to concentrate. Except Michael. He’s watched this skit a thousand times. He knows all your tricks, and his cool confidence surprises you. He doesn’t really care about the interview, because all he wants is you.

❦ - Michael is relentless with the attention post-interview. Flowers. Chocolates. Jewellery. A car. Designer bags. Promises. Love letters. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, except with Michael, what he’s asking of you is different. He doesn’t want what other men want. They all beg for one night, one weekend, one week. But you don’t exchange sex for money.

❦- you agree to a private date, which is out of character for you. But Michael has caught your attention with one of his letters. The things he promised you, a life time of comfort. Luxury. Beauty. Travel. You want to see if his sincerity is real, or if, just like every other man that lusts after you, all he wants is one thing…

… to get access to something you’ve never given away. Your virginity.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[viviannnie]

"dear you".. OH hell nah, michael, you're not helping with our delusions.

so he's basically sponsoring and approving our y/n fantasies.. gotcha, babe.

[coralrush]

earned it

— smut, overstim, fingering, michael is an eater, pet names (mama, baby).

synopsis: michael noticed how tired you were and wanted to relieve your stress.

a/n — just a short drabble of something i thought about, enjoy

— last night, you came home later than usual. your heels slipped off by the front door before you wandered into the kitchen, turning on the faucet to wash your hands.

the warm water did little to ease the ache in your shoulders. you were so tired, you didn’t even notice michael leaning against the doorway, watching you with the smallest smile.

“long day?” he asked. you let out a tired laugh, drying your hands on a towel. “you have no idea.” he crossed the room without another word, his hands settling gently on your waist as he stood behind you.

“then let me take care of you tonight,” he murmured, his voice low enough to make the house feel impossibly quiet.

— that was exactly how you ended up with your back arched off the mattress, michael licking your folds at a swift pace. “m-michael, i can’t.” you cried out.

michael’s tongue never let up, dragging through your soaked folds in wet strokes before zeroing back on your swollen clit. he sucked it between his lips, the sound mixing with your broken whimpers.

his two thick fingers stayed buried inside you, pumping slow and deep, curling against that spot that made your body jerk. “i- i can’t take it, too much.” your voice cracked as another wave hit, your thighs trembling around his head.

your hips tried to twist away from the intensity, but his grip tightened, keeping you pinned open. he hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through you. his fingers pushed deeper, stretching you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.

your walls fluttered around him, clenching hard as another orgasm ripped through you. it was your third, maybe fourth, you couldn’t tell anymore. “that’s it, mama,” lips slick and shiny as he glanced up at you.

“let it happen. i got you.” your back arched further off the ned, a broken cry tearing from your throat as he kept going, licking and sucking through every aftershock. his fingers never slowed, dragging with each thrust.

his mouth stayed stayed locked on your overstimulated bud. your legs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt.

michael just squeezed your hand, holding you through it, refusing to let you come down until he decided you were done. you were panting breathlessly, your body still trembling.

“you did so good f’me.” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thighs. “michael?” you murmured, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through his curls. he looked up at you, his expression soft. “yeah, baby?”

you smiled and opened your arms a little more. he let out the quietest laugh before curling into your embrace, wrapping an arm around your waist like he’d always belonged there.

@coralrush