You invite Michael to your family’s cookout (idea from @prettyangeliczz)
'And bring that boy you keeping from us' is all your mother kept saying as she prepared for the family cookout. You weren't keeping Michael from anyone, he was just busy. You sighed at her millionth reminder as you helped her shop for the cookout.
When you got home you practiced how you would ask him to come. You know he's shy; so you didn't want to overwhelm him. You walked into his dance room as he practiced in the mirror. You smiled as you watched him go full out. He panted as he stopped and turned to you with a smile.
"Busy?" You asked as you stepped in and fell into his arms. He giggled before shaking his head.
"Wanna go to my family's cookout?" You asked as you squeezed him a little tighter.
Michael was surprised you asked him because he's never met your family and he's never asked. He thought it was probably a sensitive topic or you didn't get along. He always wondered how different your family might be from his own. He was excited to meet everyone especially the people who raised you. Little did he know he was in for a wild ride.
"Okay, before we walk in—" You stopped him with a hand on his chest. He stared down at your hand before looking back at you. "Do not play spades with Leroy. Do you understand?"
"Okay? I don't really—" He went to say but you stopped him again.
"Don't ask who made the Mac and cheese either." You snapped your fingers and shook your head. "Actually don't ask anything like that at all."
Michael just nodded as he laced your fingers together. When you walked through the door it was straight rowdy. Your cousins were running in and out the house while getting yelled at by your granny. Your uncle was already hootin' and hollering to whatever R&B song was playing outside. You sighed as you got ready for the long day ahead.
"They're cool, I promise." You whispered to him as you kissed his cheek. You took him to the kitchen first to meet your mama who was asking her brother to help carry the coolers outside.
You took a deep breath as your body began to shake. You've never introduced anyone to your family before but Michael was different. You've been dating forever; it was about time right? "Mama, this is my boyfriend M—"
Her jaw hit the floor as she swiftly turned around, ready to tell you about yourself. There was no way in hell you brought Michael Jackson to her home. Michael waved shyly before sticking his hand out for her to shake. She was still gobsmacked as she shook his hand.
"Hi I'm—Michael Jackson are you serious?" She whispered to you with wide eyes as you nodded slowly.
"My child is dating Michael Jackson." She whispered as she smoothed down her hair. She was more stressed than you were.
She waved you off as she huffed. "Go show your cousins. Hell, show ya daddy."
You nodded before taking him out of the kitchen to meet everyone else. As soon as you stepped outside your cousin yelled for you. He was so excited to see his favorite cousin since it had been a minute. As soon as he stopped laughing his jaw hit the floor. His hands brushed over his waves and he nearly fell out.
"NIGGA, IS THAT MICHAEL JACKSON?!" He looked as he paused with a funky face.
Your cousin was the loudest one in the family. His voice caught the attention of your nosy auntie and you could've smacked him for that. Your uncles stopped playing spades to see what your cousin was talking about. Why would Michael Jackson be at the cookout?
"Nice to meet you." Michael laughed as he stuck his hand out. Your cousin shook his hand while your family watched.
"You and you're big mouth." You whispered harshly to him. Michael found all of this hilarious.
"How did you bag him? Matter of fact how did he bag you? How did y'all bag each other?" Your cousin rambles making Michael turn and laugh as you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Leave your cousin alone! Hell she doing better than you." Your uncle Leroy told him as he slammed down a card. "Some damn situationship. Fuck is that?"
Your cousin groaned before explaining it to your uncle for what seemed like the millionth time. You blew air out of your nose as you leaned into Michael. Fortunately for you, Michael was having a good time. Your cousins even ran up to him showing him that they could dance like he could. You giggled as they had a dance off to which he let them win, obviously.
"I'm gonna tell everyone at school that my cousin is MJ." Your younger cousin said as their sibling rolled her eyes.
"Ain't nobody gonna believe you, boy." She sassed before smiling at Michael who snorted.
Leroy collected all the cards as your elders groaned. He had won once again. Leroy was unstoppable when it came to spades. You could see the look in his eyes; he was about to challenge Michael. You already knew what was about to happen and you kind of wanted to see if Michael could hold his own. You also didn't want him to succumb to your uncles shenanigans.
"Come have a seat, son." Leroy's mischievous tone didn't slip past you.
Michael nodded as he sat across from Leroy. Michael already knew what Leroy was gonna ask. "You play spades, son?"
Your uncle stacked the cards on the table as he analyzed Michael. Michael bit his lip before he shrugged. "I've played before."
"Played before huh?" Leroy snickered as he dealt cards to everyone at the table. "Let's play."
Michael put your uncle on his ass. He was slamming down cards left and right. Everyone gathered around the table giving 'ooo's and 'damn's. You sat on Michael's lap at one point watching him go ham on Leroy. You watched as Leroy fumed at how many times he lost. Michael raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to say something.
Leroy threw his cards down making the family hype Michael up. Michael nods his head triumphantly as you kissed his face. Nobody could beat Leroy in spades—ever. Today was the first time anyone has ever beat him. Your mama was shocked because he never lost even against the one who taught him to play.
"Oh you gotta keep him. Ain't nobody beat Leroy in shit before." Your cousin howled as he ran off with his red solo cup.
"Alright y'all its time to eat." Your mama called as the kids followed behind Michael who grabbed your hand.
The rest of the cookout went on without a hitch. Michael blended with your family so well that you would've thought he'd been there before. He did the wobble and the Cupid shuffle with your granny, who was moving like she was in her twenties again. Michael got face paint with the kids and they took pictures. By the time the cookout ended, your mama packed both of you an ass of to go plates.
"Let me help your mom then we can go." He said as he kissed your temple before walking into the kitchen.
Your cousin popped up behind you making that knowing face. You rolled your eyes already knowing he's about to start messing with you. "If you don't marry him, I will no shade." He whispered as he sipped his drink.
You snorted turning away from him. "Boy get the fuck out my face, for real."
He cackled before he ran off making you shake your head. You watched Michael help your mama make plates for your granny and make conversation. She pinched his cheeks like three times. You knew he had her sold. She couldn't stop smiling, hell he had your daddy's approval!
"Bring him by every gathering. I love me some him!" Your auntie said as your uncle pushed her out the door.
Your mama winked at you as she went outside to gather everyone. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smiled as he tried to look at you over his shoulder. He shook his head as he laughed.
"You're such a good sport." You told him as he snickered.
"I played your uncle out of fifty dollars." He told you as your jaw dropped.
"Michael! You didn't." You tried to suppress your laughter. He nodded as he turned to lean on the sink. His arms crossed as he bit his lip.
"Gave it to your little cousin." He shrugged as you barked out laughter.
Michael laughed watching you laugh. "I love your family." He sighed content with his day.
"They love you trust me. Auntie was gonna take you home." You snorted as Michael cackled. He held you close as he rocked you both.
"Uh-uh! Don't be doing that in my kitchen." Your mother snapped her fingers before pointing you both to the door.
"Mama!" You shouted as she gave you that look before snapping towards the door again. Michael hollered before holding your hand and leaving your mothers kitchen.
After helping out, you and Michael went home. He told you he wanted to host the next one. You smiled as you watched him plan it out in animated motions. You laughed as he explained how he would set it up. You were happy he had fun and even happier he got along with everyone.
synopsis: home alone, and you decide it's the best time for an improvised photoshoot with Michael. Thing is your boyfriend is playful, but shy, and gets easily flustered every time you call him angel face
warning: author's attempt at being funny, sub!brat!michael and softdom!reader, g/n!reader bc everyone should be able to enjoy this fr fr, handjob and lots of kisses but somehow they don't kiss idk don't ask me why
a/n: inspired by this rumor where people say he used to get so bashful every time someone called him angel face, and i love it
“Don’t move, just like that!”
The flash of the camera illuminated Michael’s face and reflected on his pearly white smile. He didn’t like getting his picture taken, but for you, he would do anything. I mean, if taking a picture was enough for you to be happy, he’ll willingly do it.
You had showed up to his house unannounced and decided to conduct a photo shoot in his room. No one else in the house, and you figured it would be a good way to pass the time and to make memories with him. He didn’t really mind, he just hoped that you would also let him take pictures of you. He wouldn’t like to be the main attraction.
“Smile, angel face”
Michael immediately ducked his head with a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"See, that's exactly why I don't let you take pictures of me."
"Why?"
"Because you start sayin' stuff like that."
He liked when you called him angel face; it made him nervous, shy, but he ultimately liked it.
He didn’t know what exactly he liked so much about the nickname; maybe it was the fact that you picked it for him, or maybe simply that it meant that you found him pretty. Or maybe, and he was sure this was a big one, because if you considered him an angel, it showed that he did not fail at being a gentleman for you.
“Stop…”
You smiled hearing his complaint. He was so cute.
“Stop what, Mikey? Taking the pictures? Complimenting you?”
"Both," he said immediately.
He paused for a bit, and added cheekily to his previous statement.
"Well...maybe not the second one."
He brought his hands to his face, trying to hide away from you and stopping you from taking another picture.
"You're impossible," he muttered, peeking at you through the gaps between his fingers.
The smile he was trying so hard to hide only made him look guiltier.
You looked at him tenderly and pondered a bit. You had an idea, as devilish as it was. It would probably fluster the poor Michael.
“Baby, do you wanna do somethin’ for me?”
He looked up at you again, a bit confused but ultimately eager to please you.
“Sure…what is it?”
A sly smile took over your face. You looked him up and down, and in a velvety voice whispered to him.
“Take your top off.”
Michael’s cheeks turned bright red, and he almost let out a plea in utter shock. He looked around to see if anyone had heard you even though he knew no one was home. It wasn’t his first time taking his T-shirt in front of you, but it was the first time that you asked him so boldly to do it, and especially with the camera in your hand pointed directly at him
“What? But we…”
“Don’t be so dirty minded now, I just want to take pictures. If they turn out great, you could use them for an album or something.”
He pressed his lips together, kind of ashamed to think you wanted something else, that you wanted him. Of course you would be thinking about his career. You are so thoughtful after all, so great to him, so loving.
“Oh, right. Right, hum…okay” he looked around a bit, and added in faux confidence “Of course.”
He awkwardly got rid of his T-shirt, taking his time before getting it over his head. Not because he wanted to tease you, but more so because he felt vulnerable getting rid of the barrier of his clothing. When he was done and discarded the shirt on the side, he took a peak at you. You looked…hungry. Hungry for what, he had a hint, but after his bold guess earlier he preferred to stay quiet.
“Ok. Can you pose like that sweetheart? Maybe pick up your shirt and act as if you’re getting it on again…but not completely. Okay, just like that.”
"Lemme see."
You showed him.
"No, delete that one."
"Why?"
"Look at my face."
"Michael, that's just your face."
He looked over the picture again and grimaced.
“It’s terrible.”
This went on for a few more minutes, him following your directions, asking for retakes, and you reveling in the moment. He looked so cute, his chocolate skin shining like gold under the warm lights of his bedroom. A thin layer of sweat was coating his gently sculpted torso and his forehead, sticking some strands of hair to his face.
Eventually, you got bored of only admiring him and playing around. You wanted more, you wanted to tease him. You had no guarantee that what you were about to do would go through, but you were ready for your big shot.
“Okay…let’s do something different now, more mature.”
Michael looked at you funny. More mature? What could be more mature than that? But he truly had no reason to question you, and so he listened.
“Can you…take off your pants for me, angel face?”
You knew he would get distracted by the nickname. And he knew you knew. He turned so red, he felt like the blood was getting to his head and pulling him into a haze-like state. He didn’t even notice you getting closer until your hands were toying with the buttons of his trousers. He involuntarily let out a high pitched sound he was embarrassed of, and tried to play it off with a nervous laugh.
“I-I mean is it necessary? For the shot to be more mature? I don’t think they would use such…dirty pictures anyway.”
You batted up your lashes at him, big doe eyes staring back at you with a nervousness hiding his increasing arousal. You pouted a bit, and Michael was willing to take back any protests right then and there.
“Well, we don’t have to share it with your manager, or your record label, or your parents then. You can do it for me.”
“For you? Really?”
He squinted at you.
“But why would you want such a picture of me with you?”
You tilted your head, more malicious now, like you had been waiting for his question. You leaned up on him and whispered in his ear.
“So I can stare at your pretty, pretty angel face when I miss you, and at your toned thighs when I’m horny.”
A moan escaped Michael’s lip without him even realizing, and a shudder ran up his entire being, making his cock twitch inside his briefs. He almost went cross eyed.
“Y-Yeah? And…what would you do? Looking at it, I mean.”
His voice was trembling, and his question shocked even himself. But he wanted to know, needed to know, for a reason he wasn’t willing to admit yet. If he did, you would make fun of him. Unconsciously, one of his hands came to rest on your hip. Yours settled on the front of his crotch, and he shuddered again.
“Mhmm…I don’t know. Depends on how horny I am. I could admire it for a bit, then fetch my dildo. Or maybe, if I’m feeling really needy, I could look at it the whole time while I make myself cum with only my fingers.”
You looked up at him again, your eyes dark and full with lust and longing.
“And wish it was your fingers.”
You emphasized the last bit of your sentence by pressing down on his now rock hard dick, and he moaned again.
“Please” he stumbled on his own words. He hated that he had nothing witty to say right about now. “Please…”
“Please what, angel face?”
Another whimper, a bit louder than the last, and his other hand unabashedly came to cover your own, forcing you to rub on his crotch in an up and down motion.
“Jus touch me.”
“But I am touching you baby?”
He whined this time, almost child-like, but couldn’t find it in him to be embarrassed. His mauve tip was leaking through his boxers, and the friction you were offering him wasn’t enough.
“Grab my…touch me down there, common. You know I can’t say it”
He whispered his pleas in your neck, unable to look you in the eyes, his shyness taking over. But he still wanted you to know he was into it, oh so into it, and you felt small kisses and licks being peppered across your neck every time he wasn’t talking.
You took pity in the moaning and whimpering mess he was, and finally unzipped his trousers for him before taking him into your hand. A relieved sigh escaped him, soon cut off by an estranged moan. His hips buck into your hand at a faster pace than the one you were going at, eager to reach his high and stop embarrassing himself.
“You’re needy, baby?”
He mumbled something, some kind of protest, against your neck that you weren’t able to hear.
“Mhmm?”
“M’not baby, angel face!” He said a bit louder this time, his voice a mix of frustration and need.
You smiled again, taking note of his little tantrum. You’ll have to bring it up later, just to make fun of him and see him hide and deflect. You sped up the movement of your hands and watched him work himself up to the finish line in your embrace.
“Wanna cum for me angel face?”
He moaned louder now, his hips slamming against your palm despite the restraint he tried so hard to have. In his frenzied state, he didn’t notice the saliva running down his chin, but you felt it. Had it been anyone else you would’ve been repulsed, but it was Michael, and you found it endearing.
“Gonna…I’m gonna…”
Your other hand came up to pull the back of his hair a bit, wanting to see his eyes roll back as he came undone in your hand. The slight pain from your grip was all he needed before letting out a long, broken moan that could’ve been heard across two rooms if the house wasn’t so empty.
You let him come down from his high by giving slow rubs, your hand slick with his release, his cock twitching. He started kissing up your shoulder and your cheek before grabbing your hand, stopping the movements.
Seeing that his knees were weak after his release, you brought him onto the bed with you and watched him cuddle close to you, this time looking you in the eye; admiring you. His heart beat faster every time you ran your hand through his hair, his leg wrapping around your own.
"You know," he said quietly, tracing absent-minded circles over your hand, "you make me nervous."
You let out an airy laugh.
"We've been dating forever."
"I know."
He smiled.
"That's the problem."
Another beat of silence fell upon you both, lost in the pure comfort and familiarity of the moment.
“So…not baby huh? Angel face?”
He groaned, rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, and turned his head again.
Michael sat back against the headboard, his black silk button-down shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his dark curls framing his face.
You were sitting on the edge of the mattress beside him, your fingers nervously pleating the fabric of your skirt. While you loved him completely, the weight of what was coming—your very first time—had your heart hammering wildly against your ribs.
Michael watched you quietly, his dark eyes filled with soft understanding warmth. He didn’t rush you. He simply reached out, warm hand covering your trembling ones, instantly stilling your nervous movements.
"Hey…." he murmured, his voice a low, soothing purr that felt like a physical caress.
You turned your head slowly, looking up at him through your lashes, your cheeks burning with a deep, helpless blush.
Michael smiled tenderly, shifting his weight to move closer to you. He lifted his hand, brushing a stray hair away from your face.
"You're shaking," he whispered, "There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. We have all the time in the world."
"I just... I want it to be perfect," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as you confessed the truth. "And I've never... I've never done this before, Michael."
He let out a chuckle.
"It is already perfect, you’re perfect." he whispered, his hand sliding down to the back of your neck, guiding you to lean back onto the pillows. He followed you down, hovering over you but keeping his frame supported on his forearms so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed.
He looked down at you with a soft gaze, erasing every bit of the age gap between you until it was just two people entirely in love.
"I am going to be so, so gentle with you," Michael promised, lingering a small kiss on your cheek. "We go exactly at your pace. If you want to stop, we stop. You are completely safe with me, understand?"
You nodded softly against the pillow, the tight knot of anxiety in your stomach finally beginning to unravel. As his lips came down to meet yours in a slow, tender kiss, you let out a soft sigh, completely trusting him to guide you through.
Michael pulled back from the kiss just an inch, checking on you, making sure you were still completely comfortable with every single micro-movement.
"You're doing so well." he whispered.
Slowly, his hands slid down finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, his gaze locked onto yours, silently asking for permission before he gently eased the fabric up and over your head, setting it aside.
When he looked back down at you, there was no rush in his eyes—just a deep, quiet awe that made your heart swell.
"So beautiful," he breathed, his knuckles softly sweeping across the sensitive skin of your collarbone, making a tiny shiver run down your spine. "Absolutely beautiful."
Then, he started unbuttoning his shirt in a smooth motion, never breaking eye contact with you.
"Just keep looking at me." Michael murmured, leaning down to press a line of lingering kisses along your jawline down to the pulse point at your neck. "Just breathe. I've got you."
You arched into his touch slightly, your hands sliding up his back, holding him closer to your bare chest.
His hand moved down to your hip, taking off your panties while carefully looking at your face. Making sure everything is okay.
Completely unclothed in front of each other, your heart starts to beat faster.
"Just focus on my voice. I’m right here. It’s just the two of us."
Only when he saw your breathing steady did he slowly, deliberately begin to guide himself forward.
As you felt the first rush of a completely new, intense sensation, a small, startled gasp escaped your lips, and your eyes fluttered shut.
"Hey, hey... stay with me," Michael murmured tenderly. He didn't push forward. Instead, he stopped completely, staying perfectly still inside giving your body time to adjust. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath pooling against your skin as he kissed your pulse point. "Breathe for me, angel. You're doing beautifully. Just relax."
You let out a shaky sigh, focusing entirely on the soothing rhythm of his voice and the steady, protective strength of his arms around you. Slowly, the tight tension in your muscles began to give way to a warm, blooming ache.
Feeling the shift in your posture, Michael lifted his head, his dark eyes burning with a deep, emotional warmth as he looked down at you. He smoothly began to move, his slow strokes are incredibly gentle, comforting you with every careful slide of his hips as he officially brought you into his world.
You wrapped your legs securely around his waist, pulling him even closer.
"Michael," you gasped against his neck, your eyes fluttering shut as the world completely spun away.
Hearing his name, Michael let out a quiet groan. He buried his face deep into your hair, his movements growing just a fraction deeper, harder, and completely helpless as your response triggered his own.
With a few final, powerful strokes, his body shuddered firmly against yours, his weight collapsing heavily but safely over you as he surrendered entirely to the moment.
For a long time, neither of you moved. The only sound was the heavy, frantic thumping of his heart directly against your chest, slowing down beat by beat.
Slowly, Michael lifted his head, his face flushed and his dark eyes incredibly soft, filled with a quiet, emotional awe. He smoothly shifted his weight to the side, rolling onto his back but keeping you tucked securely against his torso, his long arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his warm skin.
He pulled the plush comforter up over both of your shoulders, sealing out the cool night air. Leaning down, he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead, his thumb gently wiping away a stray bead of sweat from your temple.
"Was it okay? Did I hurt you?" he whispered into the dark, his voice worried and sleepy as he held you tight against his chest.
"No…I…I loved it. Every second of it. It was…perfect."
He let out a sigh of relief. Kissing you forehead, resting his chin on top of your head before saying,
