Michael Jackson Smut/One Shots

Mornin'

I wake up and see Michael sleeping peacefully in bed. He was working in the studio all night, I know he's tired. Poor baby. 

I sneak out of the bed, throw on one of his shirts and tip toe out of the bedroom. 

I get to the kitchen, and for some reason decide to cook. I've never cooked for Michael, the chefs always handle that. He's been working so hard lately, I want to do something nice. 

Except, I don't exactly know how to cook. Maybe I could make him a bowl of cereal? Some toast?

Arghhhhhh.

 I take my phone out and go straight to youtube. I decide to make a ham & cheese omelet. 

I take out the eggs, cheese and ham from the fridge. As quietly as humanly possible, I attempt to remove a pan from the cabinet. I was not successful. The pan slips from my hand and lands right on my toe. 

I yell out in pain "FUCK FUCK FUCKING BITCH" I can't handle pain. Tears start streaming down my cheeks and I sit down in defeat. 

A few seconds later I hear Michael's footsteps rushing down the hallway towards me. 

"My god are you okay? What happened??" Concern is plastered all over his face, and I turn into a big baby.

My lips form a frown and I cry some more. "I- I wanted to make you breakfast and the stupid pan fell" I sniffle and look toward my bleeding toe. 

His eyes widen. "OH MY- you need to get that bandaged, right now" He turns away and runs toward the bathroom. I can hear him frantically shuffling through the medicine cabinet. 

I stumble up to my feet and look towards the ham, and eggs. Damn. I can't even cook a fucking omelet. 

I look up and see Michael, holding alcohol and band-aids. 

* * * * * 

"All done" he says, standing up to kiss me.

"I love you" I tell him, and our lips intertwine. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and he runs his hands down my back. Our kiss grew deeper and passionate, I knew what was about to happen. 

I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the floor. Michael picks me up and places me on the kitchen counter. He stopped, and gazed right into my eyes. "I'm going to make love to you" he declares.

I giggle, "Okay"

He spreads both my legs, and lowers his head. Without warning, I feel his tongue glide across my clit. I throw my head back and he continues. 

"Michael-" 

"Shhh" he interrupts. 

His tongue swirls around my pussy, I can feel his saliva dripping into my ass.

I grab onto to his curly hair, and my hips move in sync with his movements.

Suddenly, his mouth latches on to my clit, and his tongue goes wild. 

I whimper, and become aware of the way my legs are shaking. 

I start panting, and sweat runs down my forehead. "Michael don't stop, don't stop"

I feel him chuckle, and he takes both of my legs and pins them beside me, making a butterfly shape.

He continues sucking on my clit, and I grind my body along his face. My entire body starts twitching. I'm almost there. 

He slips two fingers into my hole, and gives me one last, long, wet lick across the top of my clit. 

My back arches and I moan out. 

Michael rises and kisses my cheek. 

I pant, struggling to catch my breath. "What- What was that for?" I ask.

He shrugged. "Not everything needs a reason"

I raised one eyebrow at looked at him. He winked. 

"I'm hungry" I declare. 

"Well that's too bad for you, I just had an amazing meal" he says, licking his lips.