~Keep it in the chatrooms~
Michael Jackson x Black plus size female reader
Content: 18+, Mdni, Phone/ digital sex, Michael's alias online, that's pretty much it!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT EVER. Please and thank you.
A/n: Michael’s alias online for sexy times was Dr. Blackkkk. I wonder where he got the name from ahhhh. I need to hear what you guys think about where it may have come from. I had to write a little sum-sum abt this interesting factoid. I'll have to put a link from where i found this later.
Summary: Michael was newly divorced, needing an outlet to find some release. With the pressures from the tabloids, the media, and being newly single, there was a sure-fire place he could turn to. The chatrooms. He originally joined to hear from the fans about their favorite songs of his. His humanitarian work, how his charities have helped them, and read the occasional fanfictions of himself. That was until he stumbled upon the “Angelfaceluvr<3” chat. He now uses this chat especially to find his new favorite fish. That would be you.
It was a chilly and yucky autumn evening. Rainy and dark. Gloomy night, perfect for getting into some trouble. It was two days before Halloween, and all of your online friends were in the spirit. Most of your online friends changed their MySpace backgrounds to Nightmare Before Christmas, Jason Vorhees, or even the SAW franchise. But you changed yours to a song. A very specific song. The song Thriller. You dedicated your page to the whole aesthetic of thriller, since it was your favorite song this time of year. You even created your own, handmade jacket that very closely matches Michael’s original one from the video. It was going to be your costume for the hottest party of the year. You created your own “spin” of the Jacket, which you termed the “Thrill-her” jacket. A more risqué version of the original. It was more of a cropped cut, showing your lovely figure. It was also meant to be worn with a very skimpy tank top underneath. You were anticipating this party just to show off to your mates.
You finally arrived home from the subway, collapsing into your computer chair, absolutely exhausted from your agonizingly long day at your university. A two-hour lecture along with a surprise test. You needed to completely relax… by getting into some mischief. You finally entered your safe space, your own little cocoon, smelling very strongly of pumpkin spice from your candle. You dimmed the lights in your room as you sat down on your computer chair, logging onto the chatrooms.
You thought it was time that you found some like-minded people who would appreciate the craftsmanship of your jacket. You searched around the chatrooms, looking for an MJ group that shared their experiences with Michael, their own memorabilia, and other miscellaneous things. You found one that caught your eye, making you join it instantly, coined: “Angelface luvrs<3”.
You clicked on it promptly. This chatroom wasn’t like any other you’ve ever seen. These women were simply untamed in this chatroom, explaining the freaky things they would do with Michael Jackson, the things he could get away with, and also how some of their first times meeting him in person. You had never been in a chat like this; it made you feel completely and utterly seen, knowing that you related to all of these different women and their stories. Once you clicked onto the chat, your fingers started enthusiastically clacking against the keyboard instantly, talking about your Michael jacket that you made yourself.
All of the women requested to see you immediately; they needed to get a glimpse of a fellow Michael lover, and they wanted to add you as a club member. You felt like you truly found a community; you felt seen, and your interests were suddenly validated. So, of course, you stood from your chair, walking briskly to your closet door, yanking a clothes hanger out, the jacket hanging on it.
You took off your hoodie so that the jacket could rest smoothly on your body, your lace black bra on view. You were so centered on your excitement for presenting your jacket that you didn’t even notice. You got the confidence to adjust your webcam, taking a close photo of your homemade “thrill-her” jacket. You had a small glimpse of your bra in the photo, a small mistake on your part. Although the photo still came out very hot. There was even a bit of the flesh from your breast in frame, making a small appearance.
The women in the chat teased and complimented you on your breast that was peeking out, as well as the very impressive replica of your MJ jacket.
You knew there were people out there who loved Michael as much as you did. It felt very fulfilling getting as many compliments as you did; you felt as if you’d never want to leave this chatroom.
All of a sudden, you got a faint ringing sound emanating from your computer speakers. You looked in the top right corner of your monitor, noticing a new notification from your inbox. There was at first a friend request. You accepted the friend request from the user, excited to have a new friend from the server.
Once the friend request was accepted, you received a message. A user named “Dr. Black”. Three text bubbles showed up, seeing that the user was beginning to type in your own personal chat.
Dr. Black: “Hi there.”
You: “Hi! Are you part of the Angel Face Lover chat?”
Dr. Black: “Oh, yes. It’s my favorite chatroom. I’m in these kinds of things all the time.”
You: “Yeah, I’m really starting to like it there. All of the girls are so nice. And they love Michael just as much as I do!”
Dr. Black: “You love Michael?”
You: “Oh, of course I do. No, question.”
Dr. Black: “Tell me how much you love Michael.”
You: “So much so that I created his thriller Jacket. Didn’t you see it in the chat room?”
Dr. Black: “Boy, did I? You looked fantastic.”
You: “Thank you, girlie!”
Dr. Black: “Oh, darlin’. I’m not a young lady, haha. I’m a gentleman. I can show you. Don’t you have a camera on your computer? I have so many of ‘em’.”
You: “Oh! I apologize, I thought it was all women in that chat. And you’re so lucky. Those things are hella expensive. Were you wanting to videochat with me, Dr. Black?”
Dr. Black: “Yes. Very much.”
You: “That sounds fine. You seem pretty chill. I’ll turn my webcam on first- that cool?”
Dr. Black: “That’s perfect.”
You were still riding on a high from this newfound chat group, so you thought you would still go for it. Enjoy the ride. What’s the worst that could happen? You felt your heartbeat banging against your sternum, even still. You had convinced yourself you were about to be met with a freak. Some creature or ghoul that would use these chatrooms to escape their boring life as a misfit. You started to reel your fingers back from the keyboard, yanking yourself away from your monitor. Your home-made jacket rustled and scratched against your skin; the silence was deafening in your room. You seemed to be taking quite a while to turn on your camera. Dr. Black began to message you once more. Getting desperate to see you in front of him. You peeked down at your private chat, seeing three bubbles appear, then a new message.
Dr. Black: “You still there, sweetness?”
You: “Sorry, yes. Turning it on now, one sec.”
You collected yourself again, clearing your throat. Your fingertips swiped at the curls resting on the sides of your face, getting them out of your way. You nervously licked your lips, feeling your mouth drying up. You were too much in your head; you had to psyche yourself out. Whatever was going to be behind your screen couldn’t hurt you. You let out a quiet groan, laying your palm against your mouse, clicking on that dreaded button that turned on your camera. Your face appeared in the corner of your monitor. Your lovely smile is on full display. Not just your face, but your open, handmade jacket. Your jacket was a bit oversized for you, but it still showed off your lovely figure. Your curls were messy, falling at your shoulders. “Dr. Black” had the perfect view of your upper body. Your full breasts, sitting behind your jacket, made Dr. Black quite excited. You waved to the camera, tilting your head at it, confused about when this mystery man was appearing. After the very ominous warning, you couldn’t be met with a no-show. Your fingers slipped back down from the camera, beginning to type once again in the chatroom, your eyes facing down towards your keyboard. Dr. Black never took his eyes off you. His body physically reacted to seeing you, his breath catching in his throat. Although you didn’t notice, since he didn’t turn his camera on just yet.
You: “I don’t see your handsome face, Dr. Black. At least, I’m sure you are. C’mon, now you gotta show yours. That’s not fair.”
Dr. Black: “I’m sorry, love. I’m just nervous. You’re just so gorgeous… Very good fish. I’ll turn my camera on now.”
You reeled back after hearing that nickname. “Fish.” Who says that? You could swear you knew who would say such a thing. Your heart accelerated even more upon reading that nickname; your head soon lifted to the camera once again. Your big brown eyes focused on the camera lens, waiting to see another fellow Michael Jackson fan like you. Finally, something flickered on your screen. A figure there. You could tell he had black hair. Straightened, it appeared. The hair was tied back into a ponytail. You took note of the black wispy bangs that framed the face before you. That jawline, that chin, those cheekbones. His eyes were hidden by large aviator glasses. The figure was chewing gum; you could tell from the jaw muscles flexing over and over. Chewing rather hard while staring at your frame. It could be a nervous tic, or it could be the overwhelming feeling to say something he may regret, wanting to save it for later. You noticed a grin gradually stretching across Dr. Black’s lips. He chuckled deeply, noticing how hard you were staring at his image. This figure was also sporting a loose-fitting white t-shirt. His thin frame was practically swimming in the material. You began to speak up, puffing out your chest in confidence. “You like what you see, don’t you?
Dr. Black nods very slowly. Those lips of his suddenly disappeared, being replaced by a pink tongue, swiping itself across his lips. He didn’t say a word, allowing his body to speak for him. That was until he spoke up, voice low, yet shaky. As if he hadn’t done this before, but was still trying to maintain confidence.
“How long have you been in the angelface chatroom? I’ve never seen you in there before. I’m there almost every night.”
“Oh, not long. Tonight was my first time. It’s a stupid story… anyway-..”
You were cut off, completely. Dr. Black shook his head and raised his hand, a sign to stop right where you were in the middle of your sentence.
“C’mon, tell me about it. It’s okay. My ears are yours.”
The man’s voice was low, but still recognizable. You knew for sure who it was, but you didn’t want to scare this alleged mystery man away. You allowed him to stay anonymous, but…but you knew deep down in your soul who this man was. It had to be. It only excited you even more, as if you were playing this game with this man.
“Well… my ‘friend’ Ashlyn put down my Michael jacket. She said I need to let Michael go…dress up as something hotter. But Michael is pretty hot to me. So, I wanted to dress up just like him.”
Your statement is met with a deep chuckle. Dr. Black covered his mouth and shook his head. He adjusted himself in his large computer chair. He reached forward towards his desk, wanting to get closer to your image on the monitor. It was as if he could really touch you, feel your skin if he leaned in just a bit more.
“She said that? Really? But you look adorable in the jacket. Who cares what she says? Always be true to yourself. Isn’t that what Michael always says to his fans?”
“You’re right. That’s why I love him so much. He’s so wise. You know, you sound just like Michael.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah… Not just your words, but… that voice.. I was imagining what you’d sound like, but this is way better. Your voice oozes with sex appeal. Do you sing, Dr. Black?”
The mystery man blushed deeply. He didn’t want you to catch a glimpse of his smile, so his large hand covered his lips. He seemed to be insecure about his smile; he wanted to seem more nonchalant than how he was presenting to you in this moment.
“Oh, cut it out, you’re embarrassing me. But yes, from time to time. I try not to sing on these things, though. I just like to talk, get to know some strangers. Meet pretty girls like you. I’ve never gotten this far with any of them.”
“I guess I’m glad to be your first, Dr. Black. You aren’t what I thought you were going to be. I like surprises, though. Do you mind? This jacket is just a little uncomfortable.”
Mr. Black watched you adjust and get yourself more comfortable. You opened the jacket just a bit. Every inch of fabric from the jacket creased back, bringing every lovely piece of skin into view of the camera. Your collarbone presented itself; your soft and youthful skin glistened against the monitor of your computer. Dr. Black adjusted his glasses, watching you closely. You could tell his frame was getting closer to the camera. Close enough that you could now see that perfect pointed nose. He didn’t take his eyes off you, scared he would miss something he wouldn’t forgive himself for missing. His head tilted curiously as he stared at you, fidgeting with your homemade Thriller jacket.
“Oh boy, you’re… you’re very, very sexy… You’re gettin’ me uh… riled up. Your boyfriend’s really lucky. Be with a girl pretty as you…” Dr. Black appeared to look at you from the corner of his eye, peeking from his glasses to hear what you'd say. He was slyly hoping that you didn’t have one. But it didn’t seem to matter in the end. He just needed to see that gorgeous body of yours.
“Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t have a boyfriend?”
“You’re kidding…A pretty girl like you is single? I don’t believe it.”
“It’s true. Dating men these days is like dating a brick. It’s like they’re just… not present mentally. These men don’t want girlfriends; they want mothers, most of ‘em. I wish you could be my boyfriend…”
“You do? You seem too young… I’m sure I have socks older than you, pretty thing. What would you even do with an older man like me? hm?”
“Well, the first thing I would do is… kiss those lips of yours. You like kissing, Dr. Black?”
“Oh, I love it. I’d uh… I’d give you kisses all over… if I could.”
You could see Dr. Black adjusting himself, his stripped pajama pants getting tighter around his crotch. The fabric stretched as much as it could to contain his insane package, but in the end, he had to yank his pants down just a bit, releasing some of the tension the fabric was putting on his bulge. He hissed a sigh of relief after adjusting himself in his chair. A smirk never left his lips, just watching your body carefully, every curve to him was a magnet for his eyes. He loved your plumper shape, needed a woman with a little more meat on her bones.
“You’d kiss me all over, Dr. Black? Where would you start?”
“Right there… on your titties… They’re so full… so gorgeous..”
You chuckled and pulled your jacket back, slowly releasing the strap of your bra on the left side. Your eyes stayed on Dr. Black, goosebumps appearing on your skin. You could tell he was breathing heavily from how his chest was rising and falling. You could sense something else was going on behind that camera; his left hand had disappeared from the frame. You heard the slick silk fabric of his pajama pants rustling from his touch. His hand had disappeared inside his pants.
“Could you… Take your bra off, pretty please? Please, doll?”
“O-Okay, sure…”
“But, keep my-… your jacket on… it’ll look so sexy. Do it for me?”
Dr. Black slipped up, almost calling the Michael Jackson jacket his own. Almost giving away his “secret.”
You gently pushed the right bra strap off your shoulder. You used both of your hands to push your bra off your chest, allowing your breasts to pop out from the cups, one by one. Your breasts jiggled as the cups inside the bra lost their support. You held both of your breasts in your palms, massaging them slowly while staring at the man. He leaned in even closer, his left hand seemingly preoccupied with something. He groaned at the sight of them, subconsciously pouting his lips as if he were attempting to wrap his lips around your perky nipples.
“Wow… they’re so-… god..”
You seemed so close to him yet so far. He was still getting accustomed to this technology thing. He adjusted his camera, sloppily. Zooming his camera out and showing you his entire body. His shirt was very low-cut, showing off his bare, smooth chest. He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs once again. He pushed those pajama pants down, slowly, analyzing those breasts. You knew he was watching you, very closely. You started to massage your breasts together, moaning deeply while you stared deeply at those aviator glasses. Wishing you were seeing those eyes. Dr. Black began to stroke his shaft, moving slowly at first. His groans grew louder, and his right hand started to move up towards his face. He hesitated at first, but used his index finger and thumb to pull his glasses off his face, finally getting a good look at you without the glasses dulling his view.
“Are you… touching yourself, Dr. Black?”
“I am…. I’m imaginin’ I’m deep inside. Feelin’ your walls tightening around my shaft… makin’ you so… so wet. So filthy. You feel so good, sweetface.”
“Mm… I wish you were here bad. I’d love to make you cum. I’d love to taste it. I bet you taste so good.”
“You can. You’re so gorgeous, I’ll bet I could climax just starin’ at you. I’d give it all to you. You’re getting me so…worked up. Touch yourself for me. With me. Take off those naughty panties for Dr. Black.”
His deep and hypnotizing voice could convince you to get completely naked in front of this camera. Your arousal for this man built up, more and more. Those panties of yours stuck to your pussy lips like honey on skin. You leaned into the camera, adjusting the direction of the lens, to focus on that dripping pussy between your thighs. You slowly peeled your panties off, lifting your leg, flaunting your thick thighs to Dr. Black, teasing him, and it was working. He pushed his pajama pants down, off his hips, rolling his back slowly in his chair, watching you.
“Show Dr. Black those panties, please? Bring it up to the camera. Show me how wet they are, princess”
Your skin was completely flushed. You absent-mindedly nodded at his request. You leaned in closer to the camera, holding your lace panties in your hand, and the computer monitor’s screen allowed the wetness to be illuminated. Dr. Black moans at the sight, puckering his lips once again. He was imagining the sweet taste, just yearning to lick your mess off those panties.
“Now, rub yourself… nice and slow… Just like that, baby. Sounds so eager for me.”
“Mmm… Yeah… She wants you s’ bad, Dr. Black. I want you. So bad.”
“Show me how much she wants me, pretty baby..”
You nodded slowly, spreading your legs as you reclined back in the chair. Your shaky hands found themselves gliding down your abdomen, your hand landing right against your clitoris. Your middle and ring fingers began to slowly rub your slick flesh. Your fingers moved in a tight circle around your clit, and Dr. Black groaned at the sight. He began stroking his long shaft. He brought his big hand up to his mouth, spitting his hot saliva into his palm. He stared deep into your eyes, allowing his spit to messily drip out of his mouth. The strings of his saliva landed on his thick and rounded tip, making him continue with his faster, more deliberate strokes.
“Oh, you’re… You’re perfect…. keep it up, princess. Make an adorable mess all over your chair.”
Your middle finger moves faster, circling the area above your clit, making you arch your back into your touch. You could hear the sleazy noises on the other side of the monitor from Dr. Black. His deep groans and the loud slapping of his balls hitting his thighs while stroking with his large palm, up and down. His legs spread, allowing you to take in every inch of his deviancy. Not wanting to hide anything from you. His head rolled back, imagining your tight, gushy pussy, milking him steadily.
“Angle your camera down a bit. Let me see her better. See her open up… see how bad she wants me..”
He wasn’t shy about being assertive with you over this camera. With this internet pseudonym, Michael became a different person. More dominant, more bossy. More demanding. You quickly angled your camera just as you asked, spreading your pussy lips so he could see just how much you opened up just from talking to him. A pool of your wetness collected below your hole.
“God, you’re sexy. Dr. Black is going to pay you handsomely for this. Wouldn’t you like that? You deserve it. Go ahead and slowly enter yourself with just the tips of your fingers. Just the tips for now.”
“Mm-… yes, daddy.”
Dr. Black reacted physically to your calling him that. He had never been called such a thing before. His head tilted back, beginning to massage just his thick and glossy tip, watching you use just the tip of your fingers. Imagining that it was his cock, inside you, not those fingers gettin’ all messy. It should be him getting messy, filthy for you.
“I'm shocked... dirty girl, callin’ me daddy. Where’d you learn to talk like that? You need to be punished talkin’ like that.”
“I’d love for you to punish me. I need you to get behind me, grab me by my hips, and force yourself inside me. Make me your good girl, Dr. Black.”
“Lord knows I will. I just need to get my hands on your precious body… keep on usin' me. Faster. Please don’t stop. She sounds like she’s close to cummin.’ She wants to cum doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Yes. God your so big. You’re stretchin’ me out so bad… Fuck, Michael.”
You slipped up calling Dr. Black, Michael. A spur-of-the-moment made you see through his alias. He was pleased you still could tell it was really him, nodding to himself. He pouted his lips, feeling himself reach his edge, thrusting his lean hips up into his large palms. He groaned out loudly, listening to the sloppy and wet noises your pussy was giving to him.
Finally, you pushed your fingers in as deep as they could, moaning and whimpering into the air. You tilted your head back, the sudden jolt from your body made your breasts jump, right into the camera. Dr. Black could see your naughty hole, leaking out that thick and hot cream, he so desperately wanted to see and taste.
“F-Fuh… baby, here it comes… take it… take- hoh-…”
He was cut off with one last heavy thrust into both of his palms, his thick cum spurting in heavy strings from his thick tip. You could see his length pulse and throb from his intense stimulation, just by watching you. He let out a sigh of relief, still man-spreading on camera. His tip was leaking out onto the floor, palms and chest were covered in his potent, thick cum. He deeply chuckled a bit at his own mess, as did you. Faint chuckles escaped your lips at how long it took him to shift his attention back to reality.
“Hah-.., I’ve made such a mess... You’re laughin’ at me. huh? You like the sight of this?”
Michael chuckled and shook his head at his own lewd mess he had made. All over himself. He covered his face in embarrassment and reached forward, grabbing a white towel, wiping himself off.
“I’m sorry. God, you musta really needed that… It’s cute. You gonna call me again soon?”
“I did... But of course I will. I’m not going anywhere. Whenever you want to talk or need someone to talk to… I’ll be there, sweetness. Until then, how does five hundred sound for tonight? Just for your troubles..”
“I-… I can’t accept that..”
“You can and will. A pretty thing like you needs compensation. So when I call, you had better answer me.”
“I’ll answer you. Promise.”
“That’s a good girl.. You’re gonna like it here. Promise.”