MooMoo
(MJ One Shot)
michael jackson x black!reader (idc idc argue w ya momma)
𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 ~ smut, subby!michael, horny!michael, fresh relationship but they’re comfy together, reader IS black idc if you got a problem find something else to read im not gonna diminish my blackness for you tyvm! moomoos cus thats how all our aunties, mommas, and grandmamas had a man wrapped around their finger asf 😛😛
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The turn of the shower handle towards off made a soft “squeak” before you stepped out, letting your damp feet hit the carpet. Your wet curls released droplets onto your shoulders and down your back as you quickly wrapped your towel around you with a soft shiver.
With one hand gripped on the front to keep the towel in place, the other grabbed a dry cloth to clear the steam from the mirror. Your reflection was a blurry image, but just clear enough to see. You tucked your towel into itself before reaching for your hair oil and moisturizer.
As your finger parted through your hair, you dispensed the oil onto your scalp, using the pads of your index and middle to massage it in as you went through. Once you covered ground, you took a just under generous amount of moisturizer, rubbing from right below the roots to the ends of your coils, the cocoa, tea tree and other earthy smells adhering to them and gracefully flooding your senses.
Once fully done, you plaited your hair down to your back, tying them off at the end with pure silk ribbons. You let the towel that was slowly beginning to droop off your chest completely fall before you quickly moisturized your skin with the shimmery body butter that Michael claims he bought by accident (even though you both know he loves to see you sparkle), covering every nook and cranny. You sat the tub of cream down once your skin glistened, and reached for the moomoo draped delicately over your vanity chair. As you slid into its head first, the rhinestones adorned on the v-neck glittered in the bathroom lights, adding to the beautiful blue, green and orange hues with splashes of peacock print littered throughout out. It swallowed your curves, but every time you moved, it was hard to miss.
You pulled the bathroom door open once you were settled, allowing steam to roll out before turning off the light. You lazily sashayed towards the bed, gown flowing like a flower in a purposeful breeze, where your boyfriend, Michael sat on the comforter, legs stretched as he read a novel with an unfamiliar title. He was supposed to be gone hours ago, but he insisted he stayed the night since his house was soooo far (at MAX 15 minutes) away.
“Sorry I took so long, bathroom’s all yours.” You climbed in next to him, lying on your side in a way that made your gown curve with your shape, hips accentuated as well as your breast.
“Didn’t take too long, angel.”
His eyes didn’t leave the page he was trailing at first when he responded.
“Either way I went to the bathroom down the hall….”
His words trail off as he looks up to you, scanning the sight before him. He was like a deer in headlights, unable to formulate a thought about what he was seeing.
Your brows raised and a smile crept on your lips.
“Uhm hello?” Your hand waved playfully in front of his gaze. “Hi I’m Earth, have we met?” You tease, gently tapping his face to reel him in.
“Uh.. sorry..” Is all he can muster before shifting uncomfortably, trying to fight against the growing ache in his pants.
“What… what are you wearing?”
“Uhm.. a moomoo?”
“What is that..?”
His tone is so earnestly curious you can’t help but laugh.
“It’s like gown yknow? Like a nightgown.” You inform but he still seems starstruck, this time placing his book down on your nightstand so he can trail his pointer on the rhinestone patterning, every so often grazing your nipple beneath the fabric.
“When did you get this?” The way he asks is laced with a hunger, a desperation.
Your core flutters at the sensations of his finger and voice, making your heart skip a beat.
“A while ago, when I went to go visit a friend in Africa during a film. She showed me this shop that sold them.”
“Mhm..”
“I’ve been complaining for a while about how hot I get at night, and she suggested this because the material is made of silk.”
“Oh ok.” his responses are absentminded. He couldn’t care less at this moment, his brain was too overwhelmed. “Can you show me.. stand up and let me see?”
Your brow raises but you slink out of bed, his hand sliding down your back as you do.
Michael was convinced that the view in front of him was descended from the heavens themselves, a gift that he surely didn’t believe he deserved. He ogled for a long time while you stood there, waiting for him to say something.
“You like?”
He just nodded frantically, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Can you.. can you, walk away? Like towards the door..” He suggests sheepishly, and you oblige, your body reveling in his pathetically needy attention.
You slowly turn on your heels before moving one foot after the other in a dangerous seductive pace, letting your ass cheeks switch up and down in the night dress.
“Oh my..” is all he can muster beneath his breath. He forced his hand down on his crotch to adjust himself, immediately wincing in pleasure from the friction.
“It’s really pretty..” He whines out breathily, forcing his free hand to grip the sheets.
“You think so?” Your voice is like a poisonous honey when you face him again, eyes dark and glossy with desire.
“Y-yes.”
“Mm..interesting.”
You make your way back towards him in a sickeningly slow pace, letting the silhouette of your breast shape the fabric while your nipples protrude.
“It’s like water.. It’s so beautiful, so graceful.”
You nod once you reach the end of the bed, immediately climbing on and upward up Michael’s shaking body.
“Everything okay honey?” The way your lips ghosts his once you reach him makes his head spin. He can’t even speak. The only noise he can make is a needy whimper, one that makes your core squeeze so tight it could probably make you cum if you tried hard enough.
“Baby…” He whispers to you, hands gripping the comforter tighter.
“Hmm?” You hum as you reposition to straddle him, purposefully letting your cunt sit on-top of his bulge that is very visible in his plaid pajama pants.
But he can’t respond. His breath just catches at the sensation, hands flying to your waist before he rests his head on your chest.
“What’s got you so worked up, angel face?”
That does it. He grinds up into you, and cries out, a realization making him all the more needier.
“You’re not… you’re not wearing any panties..”
“Nope..”
And that about sends him over the edge. He doesn’t even notice it, but he grinds up against you, chasing the friction of your bare pussy on his clothed cock.
“So needy, Mikey..” You breathe out, trying to compose yourself against the sensation. He just whines in response, making his grip on you tighten.
“You smell so good..” He buries his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as he rubs you against him. “like sweetness and honey.. love it so much baby please.. please..”
“Please what, baby?”
But he can’t respond. His hands are roaming all over you, frantically trying to find an entrance before he slides beneath your moomoo, allowing his hands to trail your bare skin.
“Someone’s gone all nonverbal on me huh?” You lift his chin up before tilting his head to side, getting better access for your lips to graze his neck with a sickeningly sweet touch.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!” A loud moan escapes his lips as your mouth gently suckles and kisses that delicate spot just beneath his jaw, making his grip on your flesh tighten.
You soon feel a dampness coat the fabric of his pajamas on your cunt, your boyfriend panting beneath you before resting his forehead on your shoulder.
“Im sorry.” He whispers to you as his body shudders, hands still gripped on your waist.
Your hands reach for his hair, letting your fingers lace through his curls as you caress his head, placing gentle pecks to his skin wherever you can reach.
“You don’t have to be sorry angel face.. felt good right?”
He nods lazily against you before burying his face into your neck and suckling gently, leaving tiny love bites.
“You looked so pretty and sparkly, smelt so good… couldn’t help myself.”
His grip loosened, letting his fingers just fidget with your skin as he came down from his high.
“We gotta get you more of these..” He suggests, raising his head so he can face you.
You nod in agreement before letting your lips meet his, keeping it surface level before invading his mouth with your tongue.
“Wait, wait..”
“Hm..?” Your lips are still on his but he pulls away, making a pout form on your face.
“You didn’t… you didn’t get to feel good yknow.. all the way.”
“Well thats okay I wasn’t really looking to-“
But he shakes his head before tenderly lifting you off of him and onto your back.
He sits up fully so he can bend your knees and spread them apart before lifting the gown, exposing your sopping cunt.
He repositions himself so his head is nestled between your legs, giving him leeway to press gentle kisses to your inner thighs.
“Mikey..” Your breath hitches and your hand reaches to his hair with a quickness, gently tugging.
“Shhhh… just lemme take care of you…”
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