michael jackson was a BLACK MAN. yall need to remember that. yes his music was and is for everyone but make sure y’all remember he is a black man before anything else, and he experienced the black man struggles!! i see too many people that seem to forget that whether it’s because of his vitiligo or whatever else.
Content: Anal play, Pegging, Anal sex, Teasing, Multiple orgasms, Fem!reader, Sub!michael, Light slapping, established relationship, use of sex toys, reader calls the strap her dick or is referred to as her “cock”, name calling, dirty talk☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
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💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Hey queen!!
I just read your fic on Michael being a sub with his wife and I loved it so much it was perfectly detailed!!!
You were sitting on the little couch in your shared bedroom. Michael had gone to try some of his outfits on that were planned to be worn on his tour— the team was still planning things but most of the outfits were laid out and finished up.
Michael walked out wearing those shiny gold pants and a white t-shirt. Your eyes trailed up and down his thigh, jiggling with each step, he had his hair open and his curls were pretty and shiny.
He looked so beautiful it was unbearable, he didn’t have any makeup on and you just loved it when he felt comfortable enough to act confident around you
It got worse when he turned around to show you the back “look! they even have pockets!” He said slipping his hands in the back pockets while looking over his shoulder
“Come here so I can get a better look” you smirked and bit your lip
He giggles and walked over to you
“Whaaat… stop lookin at me like that!” He said swaying a little, flustered
Your hands reached out and pulled him closer by the waistband of his pants— he was now facing you, you were sitting below him
You could only focus on the way those gold pants hugged his ass right it’s like they were about to tear
Oh how they wrinkled around his thick thighs he’s been getting thicker n thicker since you forced him to get that new dietitian
“I love them.” You laughed your hand reached around to smack his ass playfully — you weren’t able to keep your hands off him it didn’t matter what you two were doing.
“I’m glad you do— y’know, everything I do, I do it for you.” He tilted his head to the side smiling
Your hands lingered around the hem of his white shirt, pushing it up to kiss his soft stomach
You peppered his tummy in kisses, kissing turning into biting and sucking
“Ungh..baby, ..wait..” he said pushing your head off him gently, you were getting him too worked up, he was already hard
“Didn’t you say you have a surprise for me too?” His brow arching curiously.
You remembered immediately and worry settled in you weren’t sure if he’d like it or not but you two were open to trying new things
“Okay but.. I think I need you to close your eyes first.” Your eyes darted around the room to find the bag
“Close my eyes…?” Michael mumbled as he put his hands over his eyes awaiting to see what you had waiting for him
When you picked out your little “gift” which wasn’t so little you wanted to make sure it was perfect for Michael, something he’d like or something you could maybe coax him into liking
Drawers were opened and slammed shut, the closet was searched through
He was standing there guessing what you’ve gotten him— a super soaker?, a pair of shoes?, a rare collectable item he’s been looking everywhere for?
“Oh my gosh..! Is it gonna be a puppy” he shouted as you looked through the large walk in closet.
“Well.. uhm!… not quite!” You shouted back
You finally remembered you hid the bag under the bed, your footsteps stamped on the carpet as you scurried to the bed
The heavy bag clinked a little when you dropped it on the bed
“Did you buy me a new belt?”
“well it’s not really for you but it’s kind of for you?” You struggled to clip the harness around yourself
You finally got it on and made sure it’s secure.
“Okay, don’t open your eyes yet, I need to talk first.” You said with a stern tone. This wasn’t a silly game you were serious
He nodded giving you permission to continue
“At the start of our marriage you promised me we would try new things every chance we got.”
“Mhm..” he began to grow more curious
“So,.. don’t get mad at me for this” he finally moved his hands from his face— his eyes fell from your face down to where the strap was. His brows raised at the sight, he was jaw dropped, he didn’t expect this from you.
“D-do you want me to use that on you? Or..?” Michael said squinting he was still unsure how this would work
“Trust me. I’ll make you feel good” you sat on the edge of the bed and waved your hand over
He sat next to you— his thighs squished a little as they rested on the bed making his gold pants crease a bit
You grabbed his jaw and pressed a kiss onto his lips— he kissed you back hesitantly and then let you take over, you both moved to the middle of the bed. You settled on top of him and kissed his neck
The kissing turned into biting and sucking, he squirmed below you his lashes fluttered every time you licked him
“…I think .. I’m ready..” he panted as you continued to bite his neck
You gently pulled his pants off him making sure not to damage the material.
You tossed the pants letting them drape over the small couch in your room
he shivered at the cold air hitting his bare thighs, his hard length exposed and already beading with precum
You kissed him one more time before you reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, a bottle of lube was pulled out
The gel was cold as it spread over your fingers. He bit his fingers nervously
“Just relax, okay?..” you used your other hand to rub his thigh and push his leg up to give yourself better access. Michael was already very flexible so this wasn’t hard for him to do
Slowly; your fingers guided their way into his entrance one by one
“Oh..!” He flinched a bit when your middle finger slipped all the way in, his dick jumped at the feeling
“You’re so tight n perfect already…” your finger slid halfway out before sliding back in adding your other finger
As you buried your fingers in him you thought about every single time you dreamt of doing this to him— all those times you made out with him and your fingers lingered on his ass, you held yourself back afraid of scaring him away, or those moments he’d bend over and you can see the outline of his ass and balls all bunched up in his shorts or whatever pants he wore— he knew what he was doing, teasing you..
“Fuck— baby.. slow down” he moaned, he was already a mess. You had to make sure he doesn’t cum yet
Your fingers scissored inside him— each stretch made his cock leak more, begging for attention
You leaned over to swallow up all his whimpers and moans, slipping your tongue into his hot mouth as your fingers went to work on him
He tried to close his legs but you wouldn’t let him. You pulled your fingers out and pushed both of his legs up and spreading them
“Don’t be scared, I got you” you warmly said, pressing his legs back as you lined your self up
The tip of the strap on slipped into his asshole slowly causing him to arch his back, you were slightly hesitant— you didn’t want to tear him or hurt him in anyway since it was his first time doing this.
“Fuck…- that’s it right?..” it was already too much for him, he thought this is the best it could get
You lost control looking at his pleading doe eyes, deep down you knew he needed more, soon you’d make him your little cock hungry slut.
You put the full length in, his breath hitched as his head thrashed on the pillow below him
You began thrusting in him
With each thrust he moaned— “so filthy” you thought to yourself his little sounds made you feel more motivated as you picked up the pace
“Ungh!…faster..!” To your surprise he liked it, you got more comfortable and slammed yourself into him harder, hitting his prostate
He gasped and his eye twitched, his mouth hanged open as he shivered. He didn’t even know he could feel this way ever and he only wanted it from you.
“Oh god..! H-harder” he was so lost in pleasure he didn’t even care that his wife was fucking him in the ass, if anyone found out about this it would be all over the news. His head was clouded in thoughts thinking about everyone finding out he likes it when his wife fucks him in the ass? Oh how kinky.. it was so dirty to him..— the embarrassment just made him more horny.
“Yeah you like it when I put my dick in you, huh?” You removed your hand from his leg and slapped the side of his ass, he was already holding his own legs open.
“You’re such a dirty boy, Michael” you thrusted into him harder abusing his poor little prostate with your big dick
He couldn’t even speak, his breaths were heavy, he made a face you recognized all too well. His hole spasmed and swallowed the strap deeper— his orgasm tore through him as his cum splattered on his abdomen and on you a little bit too
“Holy shit..” he muttered below you, still shaking and twitching.
“You want more, angel?” You whispered seductively, he was still hard— you knew what to do
You helped him turn over to rest on his tummy.
His back arched obediently, like the good slut he is
“You ready?” Your hand smacked his ass— he jumped at the sharp sting. His skin was overheating from your touch
“Put it in..!” He was already begging for it like a good boy. Poor Michael you made him so cock hungry— hungry for your cock only
This time you weren’t gentle you slammed the full length in for the needy boy in front of you
“Ahn!— fuck” he shuddered forward burying his face into the pillows
As you thrusted into him your eye caught the mirror. You pulled out of him as he chased your dick
“Get up, whore.” You were so mean , pulling your cock out of him when he needed it— he shivered as he rose
You kissed him before forcing him over to the mirror with the cushioned stool conveniently placed in front of it
“Bend over and you better not fall.” You hissed
He obeyed your command and bent over, his ass was up in the air and his legs were spread all just for you. They were trembling as he held himself up, his arms rested on the plush stool.
Your hand rubbed his ass cheek before pulling it a little to look at his pulsing asshole
“You need this dick so bad, huh?” You said sliding your thumb around the rim of it
“Y-yes, baby..I do..” he wept below you
“Aww, what do you want again?”
Tears fell from his glassy Bambi eyes as he shook his head. He couldn’t take it anymore
“Come on..” you slipped your thumb in his slick hole briefly
“Nghh—! Fuck!” He cried and shivered struggling to hold himself up
“Tell me what you need baby.” Your thumb glided in and out gently—pressing harder each time as his walls clenched slightly
“I need… you..” he finally spat out
“I’ll give it to you since you asked so nicely” you slid it back in not too fast but not too slow his hole clamping around it in anticipation
“Ruin me.” He exhaled giving you permission to go to town on him
You plowed his pathetic ass like he was a toy— your fingers ran over his spine feeling it dip as he arched, his skin was so soft and plush.
“Ungh-ungh-ughn..” he moaned between his pants. He bowed his head down, his loose curls falling over his face to hide it.
“Nah, none of that, angel. I wanna see you watch yourself cum.” Your hand quickly reached over to grab his jaw and force him to gaze at the mirror in front of him
You started pumping in his ass faster pushing him over the edge— his eyes rolled back briefly before they almost fluttered shut but you couldn’t let that happen— your open palm landed on his ass to remind him to obey your command.
The room was filled with sounds of Michael moaning and the sound of you slamming into his wet warm hole repeatedly. You gripped his waist and forced his ass to bounce off your cock
“Fuck…-I’m…—gonna cum..!” He wailed one last time before he came all over the carpet below him and got some of it on the cushion. You stayed fucking him and destroying his tight ass
“Please, baby.. I can’t cum anymore..” he whimpered pathetically as he fell over, resting his whole upper body on the cushioned stool and wrapping his arms around it like it’s the last thing that could save him.
You knew you could make him cum one more time.
“Yes you can, I know you can.” You slapped his ass again— each smack was rougher than the last.
Your fingers dug into his perfect waist, who knew a Michael could be manhandled by his wife?
You fucked him dumb until your name was the only thing he knew
“You like being fucked in the ass, huh?”
His moans got louder and louder every time your cock hit his abused little prostate, it was probably bruised by now.
“I’m—gonna…—nghh!” He was drooling and crying, his curls were so messy now, all because of you
“You gonna cum, mikey?” You hammered into him three more times mercilessly before his neglected dick twitched as he came uncontrollably
His body shook below you when you finally pulled out
“I didn’t go too far did I?” You chuckled and rubbed his back slowly
The text is from a poem by Black Lesbian poet Pat Parker (pictured) . My copy is from Naming The Waves Contemporary Lesbian Poetry - ed Christian McEwan 1988.
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