If you’re taking requests, may I request a thriller era Mike x wife reader. Mike and reader have been married for a year and she’s newly pregnant and only they know. He takes her with him to his iconic grammy win night, he’s just doting on her and protective. Also is a horndog the whole night though he’s shy but not for his wife. touching and kissing her. Ends with smut!!! Srry if this is a dumb request.
a/n: thought i got a little carried away but then remembered he broke a bed
t/w: smut, 18+ mdni, p in v, fingering, oral (f! and m! receiving), overstimulation
“Are you sure?”
You rolled your eyes from the bed, “yes, I’m sure. I’m only five weeks. It’ll be perfectly fine.”
Michael bit at the inside of his cheek as he adjusted his belt, looking over at you through the mirror.
Ever since you had told him you were pregnant it was like the entire world was all the sudden out to get you. Everything was dangerous to him. You appreciated his precaution, it was endearing.
“If anyone tries grabbing at you, I’m gonna have bad headlines in the press tomorrow.”
Standing up, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back to hear his heart beat.
“It’ll be okay.”
You felt him sigh before he turned around in your arms, cupping your face with his hands and not a moment later his mouth was on yours.
Smiling into the kiss, your arms came up and wrapped around his neck. Laughing a bit as his hands danced down and started to lift up your dress.
He was always like this. He could never get enough of you, but ever since you got pregnant his sex drive only seemed to double. If possible.
“Honey, we don’t have time.”
“We’ll make time.” He muttered, fingers already searching for your zipper.
Lights flashed in a blinding crescendo the moment the car door opened. You squinted against the light and suddenly grew envious of your husband's choice to wear sunglasses.
Like always, he got out first and offered his hand. Your heels settled on the ground and not a moment later his arm was around your waist and his lips dipping low towards your ear.
“You okay?”
Patting him on the chest as a yes, the two of you were ushered towards the entrance of the red carpet. Waving and smiling at the cameras and fans as you went and every time someone shouted your name, you felt Michael’s grip tighten around you.
The whole time you walked in increments down the carpet, he wouldn’t take his eyes off you. Ignoring the shouts from the press to look over. His hand reached up to move some hair out of your eyes and he seemed to ask you for the hundredth time if you were doing okay and if you needed to sit down.
As the two of you navigated the crowd to find your seats, he acted like a human shield. His hand holding tightly onto yours as he practically pushed through the crowd, muttering excuse me as he went and shooting daggers at people who didn’t move over enough. Dismissing anyone who tried to stop him for a talk and when someone grabbed your arm he looked like he was about to punch someone.
You couldn’t help it as you laughed behind your hand, finally finding your seats by the stage for the night.
“What?” He asked, oblivious as he knelt to adjust your dress after you sat down.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous.”
He raised a brow at you but didn’t bother to refute that statement as he leant forward and placed a kiss to your exposed knee from where it peeked out from the slit in your dress. Your cheeks immediately heating up at the display of affection.
He sat down next to you, ever so subtly adjusting himself as he did so and he leaned over, voice a whisper. “You look beautiful tonight. You’re glowing.” He kissed your shoulder then, “I wish we were back at the room.”
“Stop it, I probably look like a tomato.” You smacked him lightly but he easily caught your hand and brought it up to his lips.
Quincy finally joined them, sending them a wink as he sat down. “Hey, lovebirds.”
“Hi, Q.” You smiled and leaned over to talk but before you could utter a word, Michael was kissing you. You were expecting a peck at most since you were in public but became acutely aware of his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth.
Like always, you just about melted but also felt on fire with the fact people were around.
He pulled back, his smile devilish and his thumb tugged on your bottom lip. “You need to fix your lipstick.”
With each Grammy he won, he’d squeeze your thigh before getting up, bending down to kiss you before he went up on stage. The lipstick marks building up as the night went on and God, he was glowing up on that stage and your hands itched from all the clapping you had been doing.
“First, I’d like to thank God for all the wonderful gifts He’s given me and of course my beautiful wife, Mrs Jackson.”
Eight Grammy’s later, you could tell he was on an adrenaline high. Holding as many awards in one arm as he could while the other was wrapped around your waist. He had been smiling so hard you were sure his face went numb.
You were so caught up in the rush of it all you barely noticed he was leading you back to the car.
“What about the after party?”
“We’re not going to that.”
“What? Mike, you broke the record. You have to—“
He turned around, tugging you close and it was only then you took note of how blown his pupils were.
“Baby, if we’re not back in that hotel room in the next hour, I’m gonna pop a fuse.”
You bit your lip, enjoying the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth far too much.
“Okay.”
“Good, now get your ass in the car.”
You were giddy and nodded without another thought, on your own high when he slapped your butt as you bent down to get in the car.
The ride there was anything but tame. The second the car started to move, he rolled up the partition and was on you.
His hands were everywhere, immediately messing up the meticulous updo you had going on with your hair and his mouth ruining your makeup for the hundredth time that night.
His tongue was searing as his mouth trailed down from yours to your neck, lower to the exposed cleavage of your chest and you were half expecting him to rip your dress off just to get at more skin.
Your heart caught in your throat as you watched him slide down to the floor of the car, throwing your exposed leg over his shoulder as he kissed up the inside of your thigh.
His eyes caught yours in the low light, the city passing by in a blur and casting shadows across his face. You suppressed a shiver and he pushed your other knee out, exposing your underwear to the air. You were already wet, something you probably would’ve been embarrassed by but maybe it was the pregnancy hormones.
Michael sighed, sounding blissful. “Look at you. Perfect.”
Then his mouth was on you through the thin cotton and you couldn’t help it as your hips bucked up, hand coming down to hold the back of his head as your own was thrown back against the seat.
The sounds leaving your mouth were lewd and filled the air, not caring if the driver heard you and when you felt Michael pull your underwear aside and sink two fingers in you felt delirious.
His mouth was hot and wet against you as he worked you with his fingers, his gloved hand holding your thigh securely over his shoulder as he ate you out. His tongue was like a weapon, drawing circles over your clit before flatting it.
When he added a third finger you were pretty sure you started to cry.
“Michael! I’m… fuck.”
“That’s it,” he whispered against you and once you came he didn’t bother stopping. Apparently in his own frenzy and it was only then you noticed he was gripping himself through his slacks.
The door to the hotel room shut and his hands were back on you, fumbling for the zipper and he just about ripped through the fabric in his haste. His mouth latching onto your neck from behind and hands clawing at your hips to grind into you, guiding you through the room blindly before falling onto the bed.
You watched with a ringing in your ears as his teeth caught on his glove and pulled it off, tossing it carelessly behind him and shrugging off his jacket.
Eyes flicking down, you could see him clearly through his pants and your mouth went a little dry as you watched him undo his belt.
“Do you know how difficult it was trying not to make this obvious the whole night?” He kicked his pants off and was left in his boxers, taking hold of himself through the fabric and he shut his eyes briefly as he squeezed.
You watched the way the veins in his hands popped as he did so in a lust induced haze.
“Sorry,” you muttered. Slowly beginning to lie backward into the bed as he approached, his thumbs hooking onto the band of his boxers as he began to lower them.
“No, you’re not.”
You shook your head and hummed as he crawled over you, his knees pushing your legs open as he did so.
“Not at all.”
His lips crashed down on yours, one hand winding in your hair as the other hiked one of your legs up and you felt him brush against your entrance.
He tugged lightly, still careful with you as your neck bent back and his mouth trailed down, sucking and biting as went and a groan left him when he finally thrusted into you.
“Eight times,” he said between bites and you were sure marks would be littered all over you tomorrow.
“What?” You barely managed to get out, your own hands in his hair and he fucked you with little restraint. The sound of skin slapping against each other was enough to send your nerves tingling but then he took hold of your jaw, making you look at him.
“I’m gonna make you come for each award I won and you’re gonna take it because I know you can.”
Before you could even think to reply to that statement, his hand danced down and started to circle your clit and he looked beyond pleased to see your back arch off the bed.
It was rough and you loved it. He always started off pretty sweet, gentle. But as time ticked away he always got lost in it, his mind slipping somewhere else and you were sure it was heaven.
One hand took hold of your hips as he started to yank you down onto his cock, the pace brutal and your nails sunk into his back as you let out a cry. The way he had one of your legs up and around him made the angle he was hitting feel like you were being struck by a tuning fork hitting a star.
“Michael—“
“Come for me, baby.” His voice was low in your ear and worked like magic as you did as told.
And you started again.
The next was you bent over with your face pressed into the mattress. He made you finish twice that way.
Then with you on top but you were hardly in control of the situation as he thrusted up into you.
You were a complete wreck with no sense of direction when his head was back between your thighs.
“I can’t—“ but then you did and you were crying and he was drinking up the sight.
Barely giving you any grace when he carried you to the shower, though he was slower to give you a little breathing room, his fingers found their way back to fucking you eventually.
Lucky number eight he didn’t even have to touch you.
His hands were wrapped in your hair and he thrusted into your mouth and the sight of him with his head thrown back as he came down your throat was enough to send you over the edge.
The air smelt like sex and sweat and you were half conscious as his hands rubbed circles into your back.
“I think I got a little carried away,” he said up to the ceiling before peeking down at you. “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, half way into slumber and held onto him tighter.
“I loved it.”
The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was him kissing the top of your head.
hiii i was wondering if you could write a vampire mature! michael x reader (with smut per chance) if you want to tho
I can definitely try ! That’s one of my favorite au’s 😩😩😩 I’m pretty busy with work and my small business though so I will definitely get to it when I can :)
{disclaimer: I’m not sure if there are any fics out there like this, i’m sure there probably are but this was truly just a random thought i had and i just had to write it down somewhere 😭 This is also my first time writing a fic so pls be gentle 💀}
You’re friends with Latoya so you frequent Hayvenhurst. Michael knows you as his sister’s friend and teases you like you were one of his siblings but lately he’s been acting a little strange around you and the tension won’t stop growing.
1:15pm: It was a random Tuesday afternoon. You’re hanging out with Toya in 30 minutes so you start to get ready. You shower, style your hair, put on some of your favorite perfume and pick out your best outfit because knowing Toya she loved when you both had cute outfits on even if you two were doing nothing at home!
It’s 2:00 and you and Latoya are sitting at the dining room table listening to the radio when in walks Michael. He walks past you but not without poking your left shoulder and quickly moving out of the way so you’d look back to see nobody there. He silently giggles to himself and says “ha gotcha”.
“Michael please leave us alone” says Latoya. “Aw i’m just teasing” Michael says as he pours himself a glass of orange juice. He turns around to look at you after putting the jug of juice back in the fridge and says “you don’t mind right y/n?”. You look back at his big brown eyes, the same eyes you’ve seen a million times since becoming friends with his sister a few years ago, yet for some reason you felt like his gaze was softer somehow, more entranced… as if he were really studying your face. You start to talk but making that sudden realization about his gaze you accidentally stutter after the first word. Michael laughs “haha you’re weird”. You watch him walk away, not realizing that Latoya was staring at you the whole time.
L: “What was that? haha”
y/n: “What was what??”
L: “you know exactly what i’m talking about haha why’d you suddenly get all nervous?”
You didn’t know how to answer her question so you gave her the excuse that you just had a lot on your mind. She quickly drops the subject… for now.
It’s 3:00pm, you and Toya are lounging by the pool when all of a sudden she perks up and says “oh my gosh i forgot!!” puzzled, you ask her what was wrong.
L: “I forgot I was supposed to go shopping with Mother today, she asked me to help her pick out an outfit for this get together we’re having soon”
y/n: “oh uh should I go home?”
L: “no no! please don’t go I promise I won’t be long, she already has a store in mind which usually means she knows exactly what dress to get already”
y/n: “ok so should I just wait here…?”
L: “If it’s not too much trouble, I would hate to just kick you out so suddenly! you can even go hang out in my room if the boys start bothering you.”
y/n: *you laugh* “alright I’ll wait here until you get back”
Latoya leaves and you decided to continue lounging by the pool. You get lost in thought, wondering why DID you get so nervous earlier… you know Michael likes to tease you whenever you come around so why was today any different. You chalk it up to just you having an off day so you try to forget about it.
You start to make your way back inside the house and you sit down on the couch to look at the magazines on the coffee table.
“what you reading?”
The voice coming from behind you startled you. Michael saw how it made you jolt and started giggling.
M: “Sorry, did I scare you?”
He says with a smile on his face
y/n: “no not at all”
you say half annoyed. annoyed because you couldn’t figure out why your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.
M: “so uh where did my sister go?”
You explain to him that she had left on a errand with his mother and he laughs.
M: “wooww so she really left you here alone? I swear she can be such an airhead sometimes”
y/n: “she didn’t mean to leave me here. besides I like hanging out with her so I don’t mind waiting for her”
M: “hmm ok … so you’re just gonna sit around until she gets back?”
y/n: *hearing him say it out loud made it sound weird so you start to get a little embarrassed* “well um y-yeah I mean i don’t think she’ll take long so I’m fine with waiting.”
Michael pauses for a bit staring at you just like he did earlier, a smile starts to form at the corner of his mouth and he says -
M: “I think it’s real cute when you get nervous around me haha”
You immediately feel yourself getting red. The fact that he KNEW the effect he had on you made things so much worse.
y/n: “w-what are you talking about?”
M: “you know, the way you kinda stutter over your words when I ask you questions.”
M: “it’s cute” *he mutters a little quieter*
He looks away as he says that and the tension in the room shifted completely. “was he getting… nervous??” you think to yourself. You then start to realize how close you two were sitting next to each other on the couch and just as you were about to scoot away he stops you.
M: “wait…”
You both froze. Michael was now gently resting his hand on your arm and looking intently at you, he had a hint of shyness to his gaze… you can feel your heart beating out of your chest.
y/n: “u-um .. michael”
You finally manage to say.
and just as quickly, Michael snapped out of it.
M: “Oh gosh i’m sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that”
You can still feel his lingering fingertips on your arm
y/n: “it’s fine don’t worry”
There was an awkward moment of silence until Michael spoke up again
M: “so uh I’ve been writing a new song and it’d be great to get some feedback on it”
You’re shocked at the request but you of course agree to go with him to the studio.
*Michael holds the studio door open for you*
y/n: “wow I’ve never been in this room before”
M: “yup! this is where I come to make my music”
He has you sit down and he grabs a pair of headphones.
M: “so I’ve been working on this song and I just don’t know how to feel about it yet. I need to know your honest opinion.”
His eyes determined and focused. If there’s one thing you know about Michael, it’s that he is very serious when it comes to his music. He’s a perfectionist. The fact that he values your opinion on something he’s been working hard on made you really happy.
He gently puts the headphones on you and starts the song.
You’re enjoying it. You bob your head to the beat and you can see out of the corner of your eye that Michael is just staring at you smiling because he knows you’re enjoying it.
The demo ends and you take off the headphones. You turn your head to face Michael, ready to give your honest opinion about his song when suddenly you feel his fingers under your chin.
You both lock eyes in silence. His gaze focused unwavering but still with that hint of uncertainty and shyness.
He finally pulls you in and softly kisses you… almost as if he had been wanting to do that for a very long time now….
{disclaimer: I’m not sure if there are any fics out there like this, i’m sure there probably are but this was truly just a random thought i had and i just had to write it down somewhere 😭 This is also my first time writing a fic so pls be gentle 💀}
You’re friends with Latoya so you frequent Hayvenhurst. Michael knows you as his sister’s friend and teases you like you were one of his siblings but lately he’s been acting a little strange around you and the tension won’t stop growing.
1:15pm: It was a random Tuesday afternoon. You’re hanging out with Toya in 30 minutes so you start to get ready. You shower, style your hair, put on some of your favorite perfume and pick out your best outfit because knowing Toya she loved when you both had cute outfits on even if you two were doing nothing at home!
It’s 2:00 and you and Latoya are sitting at the dining room table listening to the radio when in walks Michael. He walks past you but not without poking your left shoulder and quickly moving out of the way so you’d look back to see nobody there. He silently giggles to himself and says “ha gotcha”.
“Michael please leave us alone” says Latoya. “Aw i’m just teasing” Michael says as he pours himself a glass of orange juice. He turns around to look at you after putting the jug of juice back in the fridge and says “you don’t mind right y/n?”. You look back at his big brown eyes, the same eyes you’ve seen a million times since becoming friends with his sister a few years ago, yet for some reason you felt like his gaze was softer somehow, more entranced… as if he were really studying your face. You start to talk but making that sudden realization about his gaze you accidentally stutter after the first word. Michael laughs “haha you’re weird”. You watch him walk away, not realizing that Latoya was staring at you the whole time.
L: “What was that? haha”
y/n: “What was what??”
L: “you know exactly what i’m talking about haha why’d you suddenly get all nervous?”
You didn’t know how to answer her question so you gave her the excuse that you just had a lot on your mind. She quickly drops the subject… for now.
It’s 3:00pm, you and Toya are lounging by the pool when all of a sudden she perks up and says “oh my gosh i forgot!!” puzzled, you ask her what was wrong.
L: “I forgot I was supposed to go shopping with Mother today, she asked me to help her pick out an outfit for this get together we’re having soon”
y/n: “oh uh should I go home?”
L: “no no! please don’t go I promise I won’t be long, she already has a store in mind which usually means she knows exactly what dress to get already”
y/n: “ok so should I just wait here…?”
L: “If it’s not too much trouble, I would hate to just kick you out so suddenly! you can even go hang out in my room if the boys start bothering you.”
y/n: *you laugh* “alright I’ll wait here until you get back”
Latoya leaves and you decided to continue lounging by the pool. You get lost in thought, wondering why DID you get so nervous earlier… you know Michael likes to tease you whenever you come around so why was today any different. You chalk it up to just you having an off day so you try to forget about it.
You start to make your way back inside the house and you sit down on the couch to look at the magazines on the coffee table.
“what you reading?”
The voice coming from behind you startled you. Michael saw how it made you jolt and started giggling.
M: “Sorry, did I scare you?”
He says with a smile on his face
y/n: “no not at all”
you say half annoyed. annoyed because you couldn’t figure out why your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.
M: “so uh where did my sister go?”
You explain to him that she had left on a errand with his mother and he laughs.
M: “wooww so she really left you here alone? I swear she can be such an airhead sometimes”
y/n: “she didn’t mean to leave me here. besides I like hanging out with her so I don’t mind waiting for her”
M: “hmm ok … so you’re just gonna sit around until she gets back?”
y/n: *hearing him say it out loud made it sound weird so you start to get a little embarrassed* “well um y-yeah I mean i don’t think she’ll take long so I’m fine with waiting.”
Michael pauses for a bit staring at you just like he did earlier, a smile starts to form at the corner of his mouth and he says -
M: “I think it’s real cute when you get nervous around me haha”
You immediately feel yourself getting red. The fact that he KNEW the effect he had on you made things so much worse.
y/n: “w-what are you talking about?”
M: “you know, the way you kinda stutter over your words when I ask you questions.”
M: “it’s cute” *he mutters a little quieter*
He looks away as he says that and the tension in the room shifted completely. “was he getting… nervous??” you think to yourself. You then start to realize how close you two were sitting next to each other on the couch and just as you were about to scoot away he stops you.
M: “wait…”
You both froze. Michael was now gently resting his hand on your arm and looking intently at you, he had a hint of shyness to his gaze… you can feel your heart beating out of your chest.
y/n: “u-um .. michael”
You finally manage to say.
and just as quickly, Michael snapped out of it.
M: “Oh gosh i’m sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that”
You can still feel his lingering fingertips on your arm
y/n: “it’s fine don’t worry”
There was an awkward moment of silence until Michael spoke up again
M: “so uh I’ve been writing a new song and it’d be great to get some feedback on it”
You’re shocked at the request but you of course agree to go with him to the studio.
*Michael holds the studio door open for you*
y/n: “wow I’ve never been in this room before”
M: “yup! this is where I come to make my music”
He has you sit down and he grabs a pair of headphones.
M: “so I’ve been working on this song and I just don’t know how to feel about it yet. I need to know your honest opinion.”
His eyes determined and focused. If there’s one thing you know about Michael, it’s that he is very serious when it comes to his music. He’s a perfectionist. The fact that he values your opinion on something he’s been working hard on made you really happy.
He gently puts the headphones on you and starts the song.
You’re enjoying it. You bob your head to the beat and you can see out of the corner of your eye that Michael is just staring at you smiling because he knows you’re enjoying it.
The demo ends and you take off the headphones. You turn your head to face Michael, ready to give your honest opinion about his song when suddenly you feel his fingers under your chin.
You both lock eyes in silence. His gaze focused unwavering but still with that hint of uncertainty and shyness.
He finally pulls you in and softly kisses you… almost as if he had been wanting to do that for a very long time now….
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