Summary: Unpredicted and unwanted, a series of events snatch you away from the breezy skylines of California and throw you into the muggy Bible belt state of Indiana. Conveniently, flushing your grand plans for a final, unforgettable summer as a student right down the drain.
But then, a certain choir boy makes that web of losses feel spun into something made of luck and lechery.
Weeks of bible study and partially blind, but fully blissful interactions appear harmless enough on the surface. Yet underneath, the flames of desire radiate between you hotter than the Midwestern sun, begging to be quenched.
Will Michael be able to hold tight to his faith, or give in to feelings that could lead him to a fallen state?
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem! reader
Setting: Gary, Indiana. Summer of 1980.
Category & Warnings: suggestive, corruption kink (yippee!)
Note: I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical errors. Both reader and Michael are 21. If you’re not okay with themes portraying (more so alluding to in this case) religious blasphemy, you’ll want to skip this one. Otherwise, enjoy! :)
His name–a sweet sigh from behind the veil of a cracked door, light spilling across the floor in golden rays like treasures waiting to be claimed.
Who could it be? The timbre held a warmth he recognized, but couldn’t quite remember. A name sizzled on the tip of his tongue, staying trapped there, just out of reach as the gears in his mind turned too slowly to drag it free.
Another honeyed croon escaped, sharper and higher, wrapped in silken soprano. The sound sent a jolt through Michael, rousing regions he’d dared not to engage.
“Come inside…” she called out softly, almost a whisper–perhaps meant only for him, quietly drifting into the night like a secret, knowing Michael would follow.
He scanned the room from side to side, confirming what he already felt: no one else was there. The invitation couldn’t have been aimed at another.
His feet moved in echoes of hesitation as he inched closer to the breach of dim glow, faintly illuminating a path he wasn’t sure he was ready to tread.
Time felt non-existent, his timid steps lasting but an instant and stretching into eternity all at once. By the toll of a hidden hour, he stood before the mahogany barrier, barely ajar and concealing what waited beyond.
His hand pressed flat to the surface, pushing forward with slow, measured force to reveal more of the scene in unraveling fragments.
The room was cloaked in candle light and compulsion, so thick that if he stepped inside, there’d be no stopping what would unfold.
A womanly silhouette lay centered on a queen-sized bed, writhing and tangled in satin sheets, her gilded heel glinting against the violet fabric like a nightshade in bloom. Beautiful, yet signaling the danger of the intrusion, the enchantment it held.
The door edged open in invigorating increments, uncovering a leg draped in nylon, rising from beneath the sheets. A hand with nails a shade between crimson and candy, clawing gently at the sleek fabric.
The dip of a torso, the swell of a bust, bathed in a steady celestial flare, luminous and bare as the day she came. And lips, rouged and rounded to speak more serpentine seduction, a lure so potent, so perilous, resistance stood no chance.
Her plea was a sacred strain. A breath of longing, a revitalizing expression of desire. One that burned him so deeply, it scorched through the refrain that sought to keep him in the dark.
He had to know. To put a face to this source of forbidden delight, fatal and magnetic, pulling him deeper toward his destruction… a fate he felt ready to embrace, regardless of the consequence.
The slow, restricted stretch of entry gave way below Michael’s hand, as if holding its own bated breath, anticipating to unmask the lady of silk and sin.
As it took a final bow to his will, to his yearning, to his demise… a full face emerged within the flame-lit boudoir.
In an instant, the reel holding all the moments of his life shifted from blurred flickers to a single, still frame. The remedy that lifted the fog of amnesia, sparked by the alluring visage of his infatuation…
Note: This is just a snippet of what I've been working on. Didn't wanna leave you guys hanging for too much longer. Especially since my grandmother just had open heart surgery, and is going to be relying on me for some months now. I will work on this fic whenever I have free time (I'm currently at 12k) Also, to my single follower who sent me a request (you know who you are), PLEASE DON'T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU 😭🙏🏽💔 I promise I'll get to it after this one. In fact, I have all of the dialogue already written down... just gotta pick through my brain to insert everything else 💀 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this!
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