a/n: just a lil blurb of the reader loving that stache 🫦
this is the fifteenth kiss you’d planted on michael’s face and landed right on that little bit of peach fuzz above his lip. you couldn’t help yourself. his tiny mustache made him fine….cute wasn’t even the right word for it.
you were straddling his lap, your hands cupping his face making sure he stayed put. michael’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs as he looked up at you.
“b-baby, please…” he laughed, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt. he didn’t think you’d like it this much. “does it really make a difference…?” his voice came out soft, almost shy. you nodded immediately.
“m’so serious, it does.” you bit your lip. “makes you look a lil’ grown.” a laugh slipped out of him, he wanted to cover his face, but his hands were full. “grown?” he repeated.
“mmmhm.” you leaned in, pressing another quick kiss right against his mustache. “got me over here admirin you...” his hands squeezed your thighs a bit out of pure nervousness, and he tried to look away, but your hands kept him in place.
“ya’ know…” a devilish smirk spread across your face. “i could bleach that without any products.”
“bleach?” he asked, blinking his doe eyes in confusion.
in which.. prethriller/thriller!michael discovers he has feelings for his childhood best friend..
tw. slight smut, makeout sesh in hot tub, whiny Michael, brothers meddling, idiots in love, childhood friend!reader, names like ma'am, mama, etc used. not really proof read yet..
psst! want more of this? masterlist here..
words. 2.2k.
You had been Michael’s best friend since you could remember, since he was six and you were five, and he knocked on your house back in Indiana asking for you to show him the new kitten you had gotten. You both played games when Michael had the time, which slowly but surely became never because of the jackson stuff, but you still made sure to give him a call when he was across the country playing.
Michael appreciated you, your friendship, what it provided him. You were one of his only friends, honestly his only real friend, during off the wall he had you document him in the studio every day, insisting on your presence though quincy tended to think you were a distraction for michael, he often would insist you sat in the recording box with him, asking what he thought, thriller had been no different. He had you in as much as he could, insisting your presence helped him think, had you sing backing vocals for songs like P.Y.T. he had you listen to songs and demos deciding what was good and what wasn’t.
But Michael had realized while you were in his playroom the other night with him that his feelings for you had, well.. Changed. He realised when he laid on the green floor, hands covering his face, he was exhausted. His father, Joseph kept telling Michael his new album was gonna flop without his brothers, that he was nothing without them, without him. Michael was tired, and he wanted to sleep, or just get out of the studio, you had laid next to him. In silence for a minute or so, before taking his left hand to hold yours.
“Wanna maybe get some KFC?” you had asked, staring at the ceiling, Michael looked over at you. You had looked sleepy, in your thick glasses, acne cream on your forehead, in your comfy pyjamas you left permanently at michaels so you could sleep over.
His eyes watched your face, the little ‘imperfections’ you complained about too often in Michael's quiet opinion, his eyes had scanned your eyes, the perfect colour they were, the softness in your skin, your glossy chapstick, how pretty they were.
“What you lookin’ at Mike?” you had asked quietly, seeing his eyes so trained on your lips, his eyes met yours, his mouth opened to say something but then he shook his head, pushing that overwhelming feeling down to the pit of his stomach.
A week later, Michael was talking to his brothers, they were going on and on about the girls they liked, the talk they had in Michael's opinion was distasteful, the way they talked about women's bodies, the shape of another woman's backside looked or how her upper half looked. But he decided this time he wanted to listen in, he wanted to know how you went about yknow… asking a girl out.
He closed his comic quietly as he listened to the brothers' conversation, they were huddled in the background around a few comfortable sofas in the large garden.
“Serisously man, I'm tellin’ you this girl was out of this world, her ass alone, in them jeans-” Marlon was talking animatedly about some girl he had seen, when he was interrupted by Tito.
“Yo, Mike you seriously listen’ right now?” he laughed, teasing his younger brother, Michael stood quickly, face a pretty pink as he awkwardly tried to step away from his brothers.
“No way, Michael? our Mike?” Jackie jumped in, and then stood up to drag Michael back.
“I was not listen, yall are so gross.” He said firmly, finding his voice finally.
“Yeah, yeah, we heard it all from you, sister Michael." Marlon rolled his eyes playfully, leaning to Michael as he sat down again.
“I thought you only had eyes for pen, you've been obsessed with that girl since we were kids.” Jermaine asked, raising a brow expecting an explanation.
“I don't like her, men and women can be friends.” Michael urged, his brothers roared in laughter.
Safe to say, they were no help, if anything made the only thing worse, it got Michael thinking about all the wrong things, so when you came over later the next week, about two weeks since Michael realised how he felt about you, he was a wreck the entire time.
Normal things the pair of you had done before was making him nervous and shy, the kiss on his cheek you gave him at the door, the casual nature on which you held his hand or shared a blanket with him.
The entire time you kept demanding him to explain why he was being this way, but he denied being any different each time, so when it was finally time to wined down for the night, you were further from michael than you usually would have been, but he was nervous you were scared you'd upset him, both of you sat in an intense silence staring at the television screen of some black and white movie.
You were afraid, perhaps you'd upset him, perhaps you had done something, why was he pulling back so much?
“Yo mike” Marlon said, sliding the back door open as he entered the living room, his hair soaked and in his swimming bottom, a towel in his hands.
“Hey girl.” marlon said kindly, marlon was always especially warm with you, from when you were kids, you had played with michael and marlon, only becoming distant since his marriage, which you understood of course, and quietly preferred, it gave you more alone time with Michael.
Michael said hello quietly and you followed suit, “why you soaked marlon? Were you in the pool?” you asked curiously.
Marlon shook his head, “nah, in the hot tub.” he answered then looked between you and michael.
“Hey you guys should get in, try it out. It's real nice.” he said, a smirk growing on his face, Michael looked flustered, like he had all day, his mouth open to say something before you cut him off excitedly.
“Oh, Mike, we should!” you said, then looked at michael, “what bout the movie?” He tried to excuse the idea quickly.
“of , come on, don't be a buzzkill. You seen this movie lots of times, Michael, just make her happy.” marlon interjected then winked at michael behind your shoulder then wandered off.
Michael sighed and gave in, if it made you happy then he had to do it, that big smile was not easy to resist.
So you found yourself in the roasting hot tub, it was lit up with warm lights, at the back of the house, hidden from main view and widows, your hair tied back away from the water, you had always kept spare clothes and pyjamas at the estate and a swimsuit was no different of course, michael was opposite you in the hot tub, eyes looking anywhere at you, the water lapping between you two was the only noise before you broke finally.
“Michael?” he looked up and nodded. “Mhm.”
“Why are you being so, I don't know. Standoffish.” you asked, you were sitting in a ball in the water, your hands around your legs.
Michael opened his mouth, like a fish out of water, trying to find the words, as he watched you, you looked stunning, you always did. “I-” he stopped himself when he met your legs.
“Im sorry.” he said, a wet hand, wet back over his hair, pushing a few loose curls back.
There was a pause when he both didn't speak, you opened your this time to speak, but you and Michael started at the same time.
“Oh, you go.” you said and then michael shook his head. “No you.”
You laughed and shook your head, letting him go first.
“No just speak, penelope.” he said firmly, it shocked you a little, not that you heard Michael speak that way before, you both got into arguments sometimes, it was just part of it, but it shocked you because it was unnecessary.
“No, I'm sorry, shit- I mean, no, I mean-” he spoke up again quickly realizing what he had done, “Michael!” you spoke, stopping his rambling spiral, he went quiet and you smiled nicely at him.
“Can you just relax? Just talk to me.” you said, hoping this time perhaps you would get through to him.
He took a deep breath in, and crossed the hot tub to be right in front of you, your legs still against your chest as he stood close to you.
“I think it's better if I just show you ‘kay? You know im no good with words.” he said embarrassed and pink, which was not true at all, Michael was very well spoken and
articulate, but still assumed he was emotionally unable to explain himself sometimes. You nodded, not quite knowing what ‘show you’ really meant but you had a quiet hopeful pit in your stomach.
Micael took one hand to your cheek, searching for your reaction, your eyes were big and carefully, your ears were hot and your face matched his in the same pink shade.
He leaned in and kissed you, it was a simple peck, no tongue, or anything crazy just a kiss, he pulled away, his doe eyes watching.
“Was that okay?’ he asked gently, his voice quiet.
You nodded and brought your legs down to a sitting position as Michael took the spot next to you.
“Would it be okay if I did more?" he asked carefully and that just broke something in, you basically pounced on him, sitting in his lap, as you kissed him fiercely.
He quickly caught up, kissing you back and tried to match the pace you were setting. His right hand was on your cheek, the other rested on your shoulder, not exploring just yet. He tilled your head to the side and slid his tongue into your mouth, you gasped at his bold move and you felt him grin against your lips.
“Did I surprise you?” he asked against your lips, your hands were on his face, keeping him close, trying to ignore what he said, he was a big tease in general so his question wasn't some shocker.
His hand that had been your shoulder disappeared and reappeared as he smacked your ass playfully. It wasn't necessarily rough or even hurt just enough to startle you, you yelped and pulled away finally, a pout on your face.
“I asked you a question." he said in a sing-song tone, cheesing at you as he cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah you did, now stop playin and just kiss me.” you told him and moved to kiss him, the distance between your pair lips were so small your breaths mingled.
“Yes ma’am.” he said and brought you both together, you both had found a good rhythm, well, a rhythm he had decided and you just followed.
you hadn't even realised you were rocking your hips against his lap until he whined, his hand that was resting on your ass tightened, his head went back, falling and you watched, the water made it hard to keep a steady rhythm but michael kept both hand on your hips helping you, his swimtrucks had a rather large tent and pressed into your heat deliciously.
Michael was a mess, with small little noises falling out of his uncontrollable mouth, "that's it, mama. You like this, hm?” he said, pushing your head to rest in his neck as you gave open mouth kisses to his neck, he hummed in approval.
“You so beautiful girl.” he whispered and you gasped as his bulged rubbed against your clit, your hands tightened against his shoulder enough to dig your nails into his shoulder-
The back around slid open, you basically jumped away and out of his lap next to him. Michael covered the tent with his hands as you both carefully watched as you were unfortunately met with randy.
“Mike, I wanted to get in.” he said and huffed. Watching you and Michael completely unaware, Michael was incredibly well at hiding his uneven and fast breathing slow down, he nodded, jaw clenching.
“Randy! Get the fuck-” jermiane scolded him as he also came into view, he nodded at you and michael, clearly seeing what he had walked in, trying to hide his gowing smile.
“Whta? No. i wanna get in.” randy said stubbornly, jermaine rolled his eyes, exchanged a glance h=with michael.
Jermaine slapped Randy on the back of his head, who groaned quickly, spinning around to see his older brother, whose arms were crossed firmly, “Get your ass inside, now.” He said more like a dad rather than a brother, Randy stormed off quickly like the moody teenager he was.
“Sorry bout him. Yall havin fun?” He asked, grin over his face as his eyes studied Michael, his breathing was normal but it was obvious what his hands were hiding.
“Yo, what's that mike? On your neck?” he asked, pointing to where your lips had been not too long ago, it was a blooming bruise. You quickly and frantically looked over to the spot.
“Nothin! Get out of here, you Schmuck!” he said and tired splashing him with water, Jermaine quickly ran in laughing.
“Is it bad?” he asked, you, still inspecting his neck, you touched it gently.
“Well it ain't good.” you said sighing, meeting his eyes finally, only to see him with loving smile on his face, you copied him and smiled back.
“What?”
“Nothin just lookin at my lady.” he answered, bring a wet, gentle hand to your cheek.
very short imagine because i love love love thriller mike, thought of this in my hot tub at like 1 am smoking lols. (tag list open..) 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
You had spent the entire afternoon mentally rehearsing.
You were tired of always being the one blushing, melting, and instantly giving in to his quiet authority. Tonight, you were going to take control.
When you heard the heavy front doors of the estate close and his familiar, rhythmic footsteps echo down the hallway, your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Michael stepped into the dimly lit living room, looking tired but effortlessly sharp, a dark blazer over a loose white button-down. Before he could even loosen his tie or say his usual smooth greeting, you marched straight up to him.
You caught him completely off guard, or so you thought. You placed both hands firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the wall near the doorway.
Michael didn’t flinch. He let his briefcase slip from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug. A single, dark curl fell over his forehead as his eyes widened in genuine, delighted surprise. For a second, a flicker of pure, dangerous amusement crossed his features, but he quickly masked it, his lips twitching into a compliant smile. leaning back against the wall.
"Oh?" Michael murmured, your chest tighten with nerves.
"I’m in charge tonight" you stated, taking a step closer, trying to look intimidating. You reached up, grabbing the lapels of his blazer and tugging him down just an inch to your height. "No questions. You do exactly what I say."
Michael tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with a wicked, playful submission. "Whatever you say" he whispered, entirely playing along with your game….
‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. .・゜・.・・[ fluff if you squint , morning sex , pet names , unprotected sex , fingering , shy! black fem reader , softdom! jafaar , chubbier reader ]
.・゜・.・・ ｡ .⠐✿ SYNOPSIS 𓂃 𓈒𓏸.
jafaar and reader are able to rest in bed just a little longer today, the hectic schedule of their respective careers finally allowing a much needed break to recouperate with one another.
A GOLDEN HUE parted through cheaply made venetian blinds. the flimsy long squares did little at shielding your shut eyes, the stagnant rays creating warmth against your exposed neck and shoulders. you finally stirred awake, skimming the dimly lit room before expressing a soft yawn. your chubbier legs kicked over the side of the bed, resting there as you used palms to rub at your sleep ridden eyes. with a newfound burst of energy you got up, making sure not to disturb the angel sprawled haphazardly besides you. his thick, dark curls hid his face, encapsulating around his head like a beautifully created halo of darkness. his hair had grown since the release of Michael, looser coils fell just above his shoulders. he’d joke with you about buzzing it off, each joke being met with a stern look, one jafaar knew all too well.
you flipped the switch to the massive bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind you so the light didn’t creep into your lovers eyes. you went about your morning routine as normal, being extra lazy in your movements as there was no schedule to adhere to. your toothbrush buzzed away in your hand, each bristle rotating around all 32 teeth. you spat, then rinsed. flipping the light off before dragging the white oak door open, you stood motionless, caught off guard by the handsome man resting against the headboard.
jafaar’s head rested against the tiptop of the metal frame, toned arms crossed over his bare chest. once he heard the padding of your soft steps he became alert, eyes honing in on your fuller frame. without words he commanded you, using palm and fingers to point where he wanted you. his free hand wrapped around the silken comforter, lifting it open for you to slot between his bare legs. you didn’t waste a second climbing into bed, planting yourself right where he wanted you. his arms wrapped around your midsection, fingers absentmindedly playing with the plushness of your fuller belly.
“why are you up so early, bug?” he questioned, his sleepy register even more soothing as he massaged your skin. jafaar tucked his chin into the crevice of your neck and shoulder, eyes shutting as he relaxed into the natural scent of your darker skin. you always smelled heavenly to jafaar. like a bakery or a soft and airy powder.
“i couldn’t sleep…used to go-go-go all the time. i don’t think my body remembers what being lazy feels like.” you hummed in response. “did i wake you?”
“the lack of your presence did. can’t sleep without you.” he replied, working his fingers down from your belly to your meatier sides. his fingers rubbed soothing circles over the divots in your thighs, commonly referred to as cellulite. “i fucking love your body, mama. could touch you all day.”
your heart hammered against your ribcage, your breathing becoming visibly uneven as jafaar toyed with your skin. he kneaded and gripped, whispering dirty little praises under his breath. “relax into me baby, you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
jafaar’s happy trail prickled into your lower back, your pajama top had ridden up over your belly thanks for jafaar’s wondering hands. your flimsy pajama bottoms were soon to be put to their limit, his tanned fingers testing their resolve. he snapped the waistband of the material against your hip, taking such a deep sigh as he inhaled your scent and felt the warmth of your squishy skin beneath his fingertips.
“you smell so good baby,” he breathed, “gonna drive me crazy today.” jafaar’s hands smoothed down the front of your body, his fingers brushing the sides of your pajama bottoms. he groped the warm skin there, allowing his thumb to tuck under the gusset of your bottoms. your breath caught in your throat, searing heat erupting up your spine to bloom all over your face and neck. “no panties? i’m gonna go insane.”
your thighs shut around his hand, stopping his movements in one swift motion. jafaar tsk’d, his tongue clicking against his teeth as he spread them right back open, wrapping his hands around your calves to guide them up so your legs were now bent. he held you wide open for a moment, blood rushed to your ears, drowning out any possible thing he could say as you both stared at your growing wet spot in the mirror just before the bed. shamelessly, jafaar tugged the soaked material to the side, exposing all of you in one go.
“mmm, look at my pretty girl.” he cooed as he used his fingers to spread your puffy lips. “so wet already for me? what did i do to deserve this treatment?”
“exist,” your voice betrayed you with a soft squeak. the confidence you had built came crumbling down the moment his fingers parted through your slick folds. he teased your entrance with a half circle before plunging it in knuckle deep. you watched through hooded lids with parted lips as he sucked your essence clean from his middle finger. “sweet as always baby.”
your head fell back to rest on his collarbone, walls clenching around absolutely nothing as he went back for more, collecting your slick in small circles to taste. once he got enough, he tailored his movements for you. his arm rested against your belly, palm pushing lightly down over the fatter part of your pussy as he rubbed delicate shapes just over your bundle of nerves. his free hand took a firm hold of your chin, using palm and fingers to hold your head to watch him play with you. “eyes on me mama.”
you moaned involuntarily, bucking your hips up to urge him deeper. your fingers dug into his tanned forearm, watching him work his magic in the mirror. jafaar had great restraint when it came to pleasing you. he never gave too much at once, he learned how much your body could take before shutting down. allowing his middle finger to part your gummy walls, he plunged in, curling it upwards in search for your g-spot. once he found it, his lips attached to your throat, sucking your sensitive regions as he slowly finger fucked you.
your legs trembled around his hand, each upward stroke of his finger drawing a lewd sound from your chest. jafaar released your face with a soft squeeze, moving that hand down your body to ensure your hardened nipples also felt included. he twisted and tugged at the swollen buds, relishing in the feeling of you gushing around his finger. he slipped another in, stretching you out even better. each plunge creating a squelching sound, one that made your face extremely hot. his fingers were coated in a thick creamy substance, each curve of his fingers drawing more and more out until it seeped onto the sheets beneath.
“this messy ass pussy…can’t wait for it to be around me.” he sighed, his breath hot against your ears as he watched you come undone before him. his middle and ring finger slammed into your cunt with a precision to drive you up the bed, running from the pleasure. he released your nipples momentarily to hold onto the plushness of your thighs, closing his own legs around you to trap you. his palm rotated around your clit, pairing that with his god-like fingers you rapidly approached your orgasm. “j-jafaar please,” you croaked, “am so close.”
“come on then mama, i’ve got you. i’m right here.” he encouraged, ushering his fingers deeper and deeper until you were quivering around his fingers. your walls spazzed violently, a searing white hot flash dotting your vision as you squirted uncontrollably around his fingers. jafaar gasped through your orgasm, watching as your juices shot straight up before coating his wrist and the sheets below. your hips stuttered, chest rising and falling as the adrenaline of your white hot orgasm rattled through your bones. completely spent, your limbs felt like jelly as jafaar guided you to lay flat on your back. “you with me mama? that was a lot,”
you hummed in response, offering a soft half smile. “m’here baby.”
“good, think you can handle one more for me?” his warm hands cascaded up and down your body, warming up your chilled skin. “i need you so bad mama.”
“thank you pretty girl, i’ll be gentle.” his thumb flicked up the folds of your pussy, watching your thighs jump. jafaar took ahold of his waistband, guiding the material down his legs, boxers following suit. his cock was heavy and warm, fat mushroom tip leaking clear precum. he took hold of his shaft, jerking himself to fullness. the heat of his cock radiated between your legs, the heavy drag of it between your folds bringing you to full alertness. jafaar teased your clit with his thick tip, moving over your body as he curved his hips upward.
he spread you open soon enough, both of you sighing deeply in tandem. your gummy walls stung to adjust, a soft hiss escaping your lips as you took ahold of jafaar’s shoulders. “i’m sorry bug, i’m trying to be slow.” you shook your head, curling your nails into his tanned skin, “n-no you can m-move.”
he didn’t listen, he moved slow, working your walls open in slow thrusts. the thickness of his cock spreading you thinner and thinner until the veil tore and pleasure erupted all over. he bottomed out with a sharp groan, holding both your hips close to his at an angle. jafaar stilled himself, taking deep breaths as your walls convulsed around him. “gripping me so tight mama, i won’t last that long.”
jafaar guided your leg up to drape over his shoulder, pressing kisses into the sides of your legs as he pulled out to plunge right back in again. “take your top off, wanna see your tits bounce when i fuck you.” you grabbed ahold of the hem, pulling it up and over. “good girl.”
he bent to your level, pushing your knees to your chest. he kissed you gentle at first, getting a good taste of your lips before he placed full weight against you. the nature of the kiss deepened, each roll of his hips meeting yours, his tip meeting your cervix. you whined into his mouth, moving your fingers to cradle the back of his head. in this position you felt ever vein, every twitch of his cock deep within. your moans we’re breathy, each deep thrust shattering a new octave. jafaar pressed into your bent thighs, using them as leverage to get even deeper.
the length of his cock was debilitating, you were sure if you looked down the budge of his cock would appear through your skin. you arched into him, grasping for dear life as he rocked you into the mattress. jafaar’s moan we’re music to your ears, each rut of his hips eliciting heaven like sounds that went straight to your creamy pussy. the ring around his cock was thick, each pass of his cock thickening it up until it dripped down.
Jafaar straightened to his full height, pressing down just above your pubic bone. His thumb worked to rub at your clit. You squeezed around him, using your hands to grip his hand. With his free hand, he took both of your hands in his, pinning them up and out of the way as he relentlessly fucked you. Your head spun, going absolutely crazy as Jafaar took you through.
“wanna cum inside you baby, can i? but i want you to cum wit me. think you can do that for me mama?”
you nodded vigorously, words scrambling together in your brain, dying on your tongue as you moaned out in response. jafaar bounced you up and down his cock, thumb still working shapes over your swollen clit. it wasn’t long before his hips started to stutter, each thrust a crisp snap upwards that had you damn near screaming. “come on baby, so, so close, lemme feel you.”
his encouragement had you babbling, adrenaline coursing through your veins for the second time as your orgasm snapped through you. your cum soaked his lower belly, shooting out in spurts with each solid movement from jafaar. his own hot release wasn’t far behind, a few more sloppy thrusts and he was shooting thick white ropes deep in your womb.
rendered completely limp against one another, you two laid like that for what felt like ages. listening to one another struggle to regulate all feelings as jafaar unsheathed himself, watching his seed spill out from your pretty cunt. “your pussy is so pretty when you take me like that, i truly can’t get enough of you.”
in the mirror you caught a glimpse of your current state. some of your dark coils were plastered to one side of your head, the others sweat ridden and stuck to your brown skin. jafaar took hold of your face, guiding your eyes to look directly at him. he kissed you delicately, lingering on your lips a little longer before he began to plaster soft kisses all around your sweaty skin.
“last one to the shower is a rotten egg.”
you were the rotten egg.
a/n: hiiii alllllll , i actually really like this one. it took me 2 days to write though because parts kept randomly deleting. my next story will be a little on the sadder side, not really smut. it is a request i have been dragging out so please bear with me!
feel free to send in requests obviously as i am now working through them! i have two for jackie so far and another for michael. thanks again for everything and please continue to like and reblog 🫂💛
