headcanon. sfw / thinking about michael jackson not being able to look you in the eyes...
you werent entirely sure where it had started, maybe his performance causing you to feel something that you weren't supposed to feel
michael's feet toyed down the dancefloor, bright blue lights casting a shadow across his face and highlighting sweat that built a thin layer across his face.
long blue bell bottoms kicked up in flowy motions underneath his rotating hips, and his shirt had begun to button down in exposure of his chest. a flashy belt kept his pants snug to his hips
you were in complete awe at what you were looking at, seeing him as sort of angel visiting earth and he was performing for you
and you couldn't stir away from the fact that you wanted to explore and understand the spell that michael had you under, so you rubbed that itch
your hands cupping the sides of his face, stroking each side of his face as he was coming down off of a high in his performance. but now it was just the two of you
michael couldn't keep his eyes on you for long periods of time, flickering between you and to the side as he was utterly embarrassed- never of being this close to anyone before
he'd look around as he couldn't keep his eyes on yours, unsure how you'd react to the infatuation deep in his brown eyes.
or when he'd toy with his fingers, and nervously giggle in response to your physical advances or verbal compliments. he was suddenly putty in your palms
his smile was always stretched far on his face, reaching both ears. and you'd always notice, of course, but you knew he was shy.
heyyy, i really enjoy your work! but could you do angsty oneshot with michael inspired by “distant lover”(maybe thriller/thrad era?), where he always flirts with the fmc, and she thinks he isn’t serious cause he dates other people? they both are crushing on each other obviously. but she gets crushed when he hears about another date so, she goes on a few dates of her own to get over him. and be gets worried that they’re serious than what they are, and he gives a late night confession. happy ending maybe? thank you!! 💕💕
author's note: hey there, and thank you so much! i really loved this idea, and i haven't dipped my toes much into angst so i felt this was the perfect opportunity for me to! thank you for your request: and i hope you enjoy what i scrambled up for you.
time after time
michael jackson request ♡ sfw
summary: a mixture of feelings complicate you and michael's friendship, and eventually enough is enough.
you can't remember exactly how the whole ordeal had came about, as it seemed to occur in waves as something you couldn't quite put your finger on. nonetheless, you knew something between you and michael had blossomed gradually over time. the tension between you two never up in a conversation, or discussed and just remained within the atmosphere in which the tense situation happened in.
you were always observing michael. and he was always observing you. you could always tell that much. his eyes trailing over you between conversations and catching mannerisms, how you'd speak with your hands in a very animated manner. when you were serious, you'd stick your index finger out seriously and keep your wrist sharp and straight. on the other hand, if you were joking with him, your wrist would be loose with all fingers extended out as you spoke and moved your hand along with your word.
as he had caught onto that quirk of yours, you had noticed he began implementing that trait into his cherography. michael's hand language became a huge part of how he presented and sung his music to an audience, and that hadn't been apart of it till he had noticed you do it. you had noticed this during one of his performances.
you'd watch michael from afar while he performed on stage in front of thousands of people. you always remained encouraging, and never doubted his brilliance for a second. you kept this neutral way of thinking apart from your feelings for him. and even then, you couldn't put an exact label for how you felt towards him. though you had expected it to be something further when sweat started to bead on your forehead if he'd come too close. or look at you with a certain expression that came across more than friendly.
the warmth of his palm always felt hot in yours whenever he'd ever tangle his fingertips into yours, always keeping to the outside as if to protect yours securely in his grasp. michael had always been so meticulous with his actions and especially when those actions were shared between the two of you. your knuckles burned hot in his hand, and tightened your grasp.
if his hands weren't hot enough on your skin, his lips did twice the damage to your cheek after a powerful performance. time seemed to slow down when his fingertips caressed over your shoulder- a dry peck grazing your cheek. you were awestruck at it all, and you would reciprocate what you had thought were hints being thrown at you.
you figured he had to of known what he was doing. especially when after his performances had came to an end, you'd be the first he'd approach to reminisce in the afterglow. his hair was glossy, sweat loosening the tight curls they had previously been in and variously stuck arrows his forehead, neck and shoulders. the water shinning as lights reflected off his hair and the contents in it. whether it was a zip up, or a button up- it had been exposed of his by the end of the performance. his smile huge, straight pearly whites gleaming as he walked towards you with hands wrapping around your shoulders.
you'd stand awkwardly till he found himself comfortable in your arms, palms sneaking around his waist delicately, fingertips digging into his damp clothes from sweat. your forehead would lay against his shoulder, as his would press into the side of your head- loud inhales and exhales that fanned against the tips of your ears. you'd tense at this. his heartbeat pumping rapidly as he came down from a high of adrenaline. you fell silent, finding it hard to catch your breath as you were so preoccupied with his own breathing. you were preoccupied with trying to match his that you fell short on your breath. your toes would curl in your shoes as the rise and fall of his chest fell on you, the loud crowd roaring outside seeming to cease itself in your mind as this was all that mattered to you in this moment. a small peck pressed on the side of your face as his heart race evened out.
not long he had strolled away with his team, and that was it for the night. and although you hated the fact michael would never speak of it, or waste any breath on the topic, you couldn't entirely blame him. as just as much as he wouldn't, you bit down on your tongue hard before voicing your opinion on the matter. the words appeared like acid reflux the second you wanted to speak of them.
so, after many attempts of thinking you had finally grown the courage to bring up the matter, and your
voice box betraying you: you had finally given it up and decided you'd remain content with how things were. you figured apart of you in the back of your mind did not want to discuss anything as it may of ruined how peaceful everything was in this moment between the two of you. maybe your mind was perceiving something that wasn't true, just taking it in as you had wanted to and his advances were purely innocent.
considering all of the troubled emotions you were experiencing, you hadn't questioned it much when michael had asked if you would be willing to spend an evening with him and review over lyrics he was working on for an upcoming record. as usual, you'd accompany him in about anything that he needed you there for. as you knew he would do the same. as a friend should, right?
that evening started off slow and as it intended to of gone. michael welcomed you in warmly, as the sun had died down in the distance leaving the curtains that had lightened the room to be now dimly lit by various orange undertoned lamps. the atmosphere was rhythmic, calm and soothing. you were quick to loosen with the complimentary beverage of wine michael offered to the both of you to sip on while discussing ideas, and canvassing alternatives for how he could arrange his lyrics in different patterns.
you were not one to drink, as you had never been in all that interested in substances considering more recent reviews and it bringing to the light the side affects in which take place if addicted. and michael was on the same page as you. but the mood seemed fitting for the occasion, so for the one time, you agreed to.
michael would sing to you, offering you the variant for how you had assorted the lyrics for him. you had been displeased with several ways you had them till one stuck and you were adament on that version. he'd record it, and create his only beats for how it'd sound alongside it on another recording till he finally agreed that was the best variation you two had came up with.
he promised to you that he'd include your name in the title, and as you fought back and forth between you telling him that wouldn't be necessary: you finally caved and allowed him to do as he so pleased with your name. plus, apart of you was proud of the additional work you'd put into helping michael.
sometimes you forgot that you were working with a star, and that his work was for thousands to indulge in. you couldn't place your finger on anything with michael's work that the public hadn't been pleased with. a huge part of you, whilst considering that, was flattered to be mentioned beside michael. as it put spotlight in sorts of y'all's relationship. not that you wanted to inherit his fame, but it was nice to know he considered you that close to his heart to do that. it relieved some of your suspicions, or maybe heightened what suspicion that had been there.
sometime during the midst of conversing amongst another, you had admitted to michael that you hadn't ever experienced a romantic relationship or engaged intimacy with anyone. looking back, you had figured you only gained confidence to mouth off like that due to the fact you had gone through a couple glasses of wine by that point.
you caught view from the side of your eye his knee pressing into yours, and the side of his thigh closing the distance from the side of yours. michael breathlessly laughed at your comment, voicing that it had came as a surprise that you were so inexperienced as he was sure you were only pulling his leg. though you assured him otherwise, and he remained uncertain at your confession.
michael's voice trailed off from time to time and you noticed this from him, you always noticed. him seeming uncertain on what he wanted to say, but you didn't interrupt whatever he was thinking about and kept your eyes preoccuiped of the boring view of the glass coffee table in front of you.
though he moved subtly, placing various paper work you two had worked together on down on the table. along with the papers, he sat his glass down on top of it from preventing any to blow away from the fan. you watched intently from the side, knees closing together and hands resting ontop of each of your knees.
as you were about to speak, your thoughts that were previously dipping in and out of your right brain, scavenging for ideas to correspond into michael's work had washed away like drawings in the sand at the beach with michael's palm caressing across your cheek from the side he sat next to you on. as it had always gone, your cheeks warmed against his already hot hand. your face betrayed you, and you immediately grew red at the touch as you felt not much composure was left considering the state you were in. you figured michael had been in a similar boat to you as his advances came more agonizingly physically obvious.
your head tilted towards him where his eyes were already meeting your own, his other hand tucked between his legs as if he was shy of what how his hand rested upon your face. your eyes flickered from his closed legs to his face, where his eyes trailed off to the side momentarily and behind his gaze appearing lost in thought.
"michael?"
just above a whisper, you finally were able to mutter out but a small crack interrupted the middle of his name as you were unsure of how to read him in this instant. you never were sure how to approach him, though you felt you knew him all to well all the while.
michael dipped his head towards you to close distance between your two faces. you were always used to his close mouthed kisses on your cheeks, you had gotten used to about everywhere across your face getting pecked except for your lips. you weren't all surprised by the closeness of his face to yours, as you had expected to feel another unfulfilled kiss to your cheek as he had always done. always leaving you with thoughts of, what if? what if he were to given you more than what he strung you out to dry with.
the disappointment you were expecting upon your face with tight shut eyes disappeared as soon as you felt a warm breath fanning against your lips, eyes shooting open at the sudden warmth of him no more than a couple of inches from your face. you were taken aback but you weren't stuck on much of that surprise for long till his mouth was pressing into yours.
his lips were always warm though so distant and cold when grazing your skin for a brief moment in the past, though in this moment it was nothing alike you had felt before. michael's mouth was warm, and plush against your own. the feeling so good it almost felt sickening and your eyes lidded at the awful sensation growing in your stomach. though it was close mouthed, you were able to inhale his clean breath and cologne and you sighed heavy against him.
what was he doing? was he expressing a shared feeling nether of you could label?
the free hand that had been between his knees searched to your other cheek and held your face tight in his palms, momentarily pulling his face away from yours to search for your expression. dark eyes traced yours, your eyebrows were knitted though hazy with adoration. he always read you as he had known what every detail on your face looked like, and what it meant.
you let out heavy exhales through your mouth, then deep back in through your nose when your eyes opened back up to meet his. you weren't able to hold a shared gaze for long till his lips were hugging yours again, pulling your lips inbetween his. your palms came to sit on top of his in which squeezed your face in his grasp.
his face was hot. sweat layered his hand as he found himself enjoying the sensation of your mouth ontop of his just as much as you were. michael's eyebrows knitted together, and pulled back- though hardly- his lips brushing against yours as he asked in a breathless quickly spoken sentence:
"do you love me?"
your mouth fell agape at the question, his mouth just barely hovering yours so you felt his heavy breath as he felt yours. a growing lump in your throat prevented you from responding in this sentence as you swallowed, unsure of what he was doing or what he was trying to achieve. was he trying to pry an answer out of you, and this was what his mind resorted to in accomplishing that? your mind was in a mental fog.
"you're my friend, michael."
you'd finally muster out, upper teeth nipping at your bottom and his eyes trailing over how you caught your teeth on your lip. michael's breath was shakily fanning your mouth, causing your lips to dry and to which you began to run your tongue across them till he shook his head briefly. you took the hint and remained still.
through knitted eyebrows, his eyes remained peeled on your mouth. due to this, your leg began to jump. in the moments that everything was still, you had to register how close he was and what actually was happening in this moment. "do friends kiss another?"
once again he caught you off guard with this question, your leg relaxing back down by your side and your eyes shut back tight, sucking in a quick breath. if you hadn't consciously took the time to breathe, you would have fainted. due to how overwhelmed you were, you hadn't felt your heart pounding against your chest- threatening to break out if it were to pump any faster.
when your eyes opened, he was still gazing down at your mouth- fighting not to lick your lips for you. "...you kissed me first." you finally whispered back in which caused him to look back up at you finally, though his expression had changed. he looked as though you were challenging him, and you gulped- maybe you had said too much, or was pushing too hard. though, how else could you respond considering his initial question. michael always left you breadcrumbs whether he meant to or not.
and.. well, that was that.
that's how it always was, that's how it seemed to always end.
you were baffled, and collecting up whatever debris was leftover mentally and replaying it a thousand times over.
you couldn't remember much from the remainder of the night after that, as he had pulled away and your inability to fight for anything further. you were usually disappointed due to results ending up like that, though you decided not to push further- michael seemed to be pushing limits in which you weren't even sure yourself that you wanted to take. but this lingering feeling, you couldn't keep it going for much longer if he was going to keep pushing without an answer on his behalf.
what you didn't know was the same frustration you were always obsessing over, michael had the same revisiting reflections over shared interactions. he wondered why you didn't push his efforts, or take what he was taunting you with as he couldn't openly discuss it himself. because you weren't biting, he rethought over whether you shared what he felt.
this lingering thought remained in his cloudy mind till michael is out for a couple of nights on his own, taking the time to find if he is able to unscramble any feelings into other women. you'd watch him prepare, but say nothing as michael took the last few nights out with a woman you hadn't known the name of and your eyes would trail over the detail he'd put into his outfits as he had taken the time with when it had come to you. he looked good. you swallowed watching him walk out the door, and waving to you as if the two of you hadn't tangled lips the previous nights before. your heart quickened, chest heaving and it tried to find steady ground. you imagined yourself next to him had he spent anytime to ask you instead, and the feeling that brought on the thought caused you to bite the inside of your cheek.
maybe this is what was fair, you didn't try to make your move before someone else but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was there on his part. that for an instance it wasn't all in your head for once. you fought back your sunken heart, and just moved forward.
you'd ask about the dates he went on, and he'd tell you. you weren't even sure why you were asking considering you weren't actually interested to know at all. the dates were casual, getting to know one another over drinks and usually at a bar. they were pretty, and weren't completely boring or anything. and above all else; they didn't confuse him. the women were more simple, and straight forward he couldn't shake the sick feeling he'd get in his throat knowing this wasn't where he was meant to be. he wouldn't be satisfied settling for less, as that was what it was in his mind. and each time he would come, knowing at the end of the day he'd still sleep on the thought of you.
after a bit of experimenting, michael had decided he would give up this fairy tale he was trying to distract his mind from. after running from these feelings, as they had felt too heavy on his heart to act upon, he had realized there would be no other choice than but to act on how he felt to fill this unanswered void in his heart.
though, unlucky for him, he discovered quickly that his timing couldn't of been worse. when running into you, he immediately caught glance of the spiffy outfit you had put on for that evening. if the words of date hadn't been enough, everything you had put together were things he has pointed out late at night while you two spoke of differing topics. and in which was what was most complimentary for you as he was particularly about fashion, what would looked good on you for your hair, clothes, shoes, makeup and etc. you knocked off every check.
michael didn't have much to say initially, rubbing the side of his cheek and sheepishly discarded what he had came to talk to you about when you questioned him. you had hopes when he approached you that he would try to prevent you from going on this date, as you were dreading it already, though when he didn't say anything you suspected it would've been a stupid question of some sorts and brushed off the previous expectations you had held.
he would trail off so you would arrive to your date on time, and as he made his way back to his home: his mind began to run with worries he hadn't ever considered before. he never had you out of much reach, and he never had taken the time to notice that before. where you weren't in an intimate relationship, you were always his right hand man and his best friend. michael didn't wanna lose that, not just his friend but what he had subconsciously considered his woman. his fingertips caught onto the fabric of his jeans while pacing back, trying to relieve these thoughts from consuming his night.
but michael was a romantic, when his logic and feelings conflict he is one to follow his heart. while he couldn't catch you that night, he would have to wait till the following evening catch you and keep you for the evening for himself.
and it wouldn't of taken much convincing on his part either as alike you, nothing was found in the couple of dates you'd taken with someone else. you found yourself more content with the complicated feelings you felt with michael than accepting something mediocre with a stranger. but you would hate to admit that aloud.
michael found you alone the next evening, and was quick to claim your time. even if you fought it, internay you didn't object his efforts to see you, just wanting to get back the push and pull he seemingly gave you. though you were exhausted of fighting back and forth with him, and just wanted to hear one thing from him.
"what is he to you?" he interrupted your thoughts and he'd ask, and you'd squint at him with knitted brows.
"what?"
"do you like him or something?"
michael's voice was salty. he was always soft spoken.
"he's my friend."
"a friend, what kind of friend, a friend you kiss?"
his voice came off harsher than he had anticipated, not knowing how his emotions were always appearing on his face and never being good at hiding how he felt physically if not verbally. you were taken aback by the sudden honesty, your lips pursing and biting down on your tongue not to snap at him as you were beginning to of had enough with him.
"what if we do? why do you care?"
you stood up from previously sitting down, your finger snapping at him as you had always used your hands to talk. he noticed, had started to back down though he shook that thought and remained still: standing firm in his stance.
"because you should only be kissing me, i should be the only man you love!" michael snapped back at you, hands brushing on his jeans, finally releasing his prolonged confession he had overdue.
michael hadn't thought much about how this were to of gone down, and especially in this moment where he accidentally had spoken faster than be realized. his mouth reacting quicker than his brain as that is what usually happens with michael.
you said nothing, clenching your hands together in a tight fist and watched him. michael had taken his time getting ready for you as he always had, he looked so methodically put together just for you and you hated it. you were frustrated, and so used to remaining that way. you were completely and utterly overwhelmed, tears threatening to spill over.
you weren't sure why it had taken this long. but you couldn't be angry. you were just overwhelmed with everything, the uncertainty, the waiting, the emotion in him already and now the unexpected confession. though, you were relieved to finally hear it.
michael watched you unravel before stepping forward to cup your face comfortably in his palms and pull you in for a kiss. his lips were soft, reassuring and comforting.
Hello! I have a Michael request! I love shy and flustered Michael so could you write something where reader makes Michael flustered? Whether by flirting or whatever
author's note: this was such a cute idea, i wanted to act on it! thank you for your submission and i hope you like it! i kept it short as i have been busy as of late- sorry!
cutie!
michael jackson request ♡ sfw
summary: whilst baking cookies with michael, you remind him of how handsome he is
you and michael had decided you wanted to make cookies, as you had a huge sweet tooth- and he from time to time had gotten the urge for a sweet.
ontop of that, you both were one to want to engage in new activities- and as of late- had found yourselves indulging in that together.
so today, you'd try a new recipe for macadamia. though things were already getting messy between ingredients and the two of you.
"you're making a mess!"
your hand reached up whilst giggling at michael. your fingers swiped across the plush flesh of his cheek, wiping some of the flour he'd managed to get in the mix of preparing the batter on his face.
his hands were preoccupied around the him of the bowl, and the other stirring that he wasn't able to physically react to your advances- though was quick to stir and turn his head your way as he hadn't expected that.
michael smiled his usual big smile, coughing up a laugh. it was obvious he was a bit embarrassed, catching a glance to the side initially. though he then relaxed, and as he giggled back at you, your hand lingered onto his skin.
you hadn't ever really taken a good look at michael, or at least, never seen him in the light that he was in while in this moment.
he was carrying some height over you, so as you looked up at him, the light casted complimentary shadows on his face where his facial structure appeared perfect.
his eyes, before they squeezed shut in his smile, seemed to gloss over and shine in this instant. his bronze skin was warm to your own, and you thought on all of this for a prolonging second till you recolleceted your thoughts and pulled your hand back.
his eyes had reopened once you'd pulled away. the minute you had your hand rested upon his face felt like an eternity, or well, more like at least 5 minutes. however, time seemed to slow in that instance.
"you're very handsome, did you know that, michael?" your voice was above a whisper, though you returned to where you had been fixated on before- opening a variety of chocolate chip types.
michael's voice caught in this throat at your words, peering over at you to only you find you with busy eyes somewhere else.
"...uhm, i guess i never look at myself much.." he stated- his words stuttering and seeming to spill out without much thought. michael continued though, mixing all the ingredients in the bowl.
michael had a hard time reacting to this, alike a little boy just becoming flustered and never having much intent to react back.
"haha, right, like a girl's never told you before." you'd absentmindely laugh, though a part of you was searching for an answer.
and when he remained quiet, an eyebrow raised and you peeked over at him where a sheepish and bashful was plastered across his expression.
he hadn't?
you remained still with him, till an idea out of impulse popped into your head.
you stood up on your toes, holding the side of his face in your hands once more, though more sincere and pecked a small kiss on the side of his face. dangerously close to his mouth in which squirmed immediately, falling agape.
your lips were soft to his skin, the area in which you had placed a small peck to became hot and as well as the tips of his ears and cheeks. he giggled again, like a cute child- and you smiled till pulling back.
michael was quiet, though incredibly tense as he wasn't sure how to react. just seeming to go in and out of a big smile, and trying to cease it.
he began to whisper your name, though you were quick to interrupt him.
Michael reacting to his girl shyly admitting she’s never had her first kiss yet.
Just overall a cute young love , a little suggestive, and a bit of teasing and gentle touches from Michael. ends with fluff or smut , I genuinely don’t mind, your choice! 💕💕💕💕
author's note: i thought this was a super cute idea, and i could totally see this happening so i tried to make it cute for you! thank you for the request!
first kiss?
michael jackson request ♡ sfw
summary: when playing twister with michael, you reveal you've never kissed anyone before.
you were one to always squeeze michael's face..
playfully, of course.
when he would irritate you,
when he would fluster you,
when he would excite you,
you'd squeeze his cheeks with your palm nesting underneath his chin, compressing the flesh of his face together teasingly.
michael loved it. his smile always large, and toothy once you'd pinch at him lovingly- a cute giggle sometimes escaping him when flustered enough from the touch.
but, you never kissed him. never pecking him on the cheek, hand, head and especially not his mouth. just gentle squeezes in different places.
michael had never given it much thought, though from time to time his mind would wonder and in the back of his mind, he always thought, 'why won't she kiss me?' though, he never pressed you to answer.
the thought had gradually left his mind as he remained content with how things were going between the two of you as of recent, feeling as though when it felt right, that time would come on it's own.
and sometime down the line, michael had brought home dinner and alongside that was a game he'd been dying to play as of recent.
as it wasn't a surprise to you, had you been hearing him ramble about wanting to play it for several days now, michael held twister in his hands proudly.
you agreed to join him after dinner, though you began to regret it down the line of a few turns.
you had one foot on bottom blue, one on bottom ellow- your stomach facing upwards with your two hands covering behind you on top red and green.
michael was similar, though hovering on top of you with his feet on bottom red and green, hands on top blue and yellow.
his wide shoulders concealed you from above, trapping you in this small distance that he kept you in with him. red-pink flushed down the bridge of your nose as he was mere inches from your face, long eyelashes blinking mischievously at you.
michael leaned his head forward toward you, as where you began to cringe your head back and ended up losing your balance along the way, causing you both to collapse and fall flat against the mat together.
michael initially laughed, teasing you for being the one to of technically lost. though, when you remained quiet he peeped his head up to meet your view as you laid still on the ground.
"why do you keep dodging my advances, girl?"
you huffed, you were expecting him to push an answer out of you one of these days.
"it's nothing, mike. i just have bad breath." you'd say, excusing any suspicion but he wasn't having it.
he had caught a trend with you as you'd done this repetitively with him and he wanted answers.
"that can't be it! you're always turning from me." michael huffed back at you, his voice was defensive, wanting to make a point.
what is something he was doing? he had to find out.
your eyes trailed off to the side, and your shoulders raised as you propped yourself up on your elbows. "well uhm.." your eyes trailed back over to his, clearly intrigued as he was expecting something to of been wrong with him, or how the relationship had been going.
"i've never actually kissed... anyone before."
you'd sheepishly say, voice beginning to trail off due to embarrassment towards the end, and spinning your fingertips along the fabric of the twister mat.
michael's eyebrows lifted at your confession, lips compressing together.
"oh..."
he blinked a couple of times, till sitting up on his knees and peering over you. you were frozen in place and awaiting a response from him, unsure of how he would recieve the news.
"would you like to try?"
his palm came to rest down on your knee, thumb swiping across the joint, and watching closely as your expression pinched in embarassment.
you didn't say anything in response, just tilting your head whilst looking at him to the side and nodded slowly- lip slightly puffed out.
a small grin crept onto michael's face at this, palm running down your thigh and moving with his body to relax now on your shoulder.
the other hand rested on the side of your face, cupping it tenderly in his hand.
with his face coming close, his smirk never ceasing to leave his face as if he was messing with you- and your expression in return was playfully sour at his torments.
"i wish you had said something sooner."
he whispered, his voice soft and honey-like.
the sudden tone caused your lip to quiver if his body now threateningly close to yours wasn't enough.
michael examined you briefly, eyes scanning over your body language.
his hand came underneath your chin, slowly squeezing your cheeks together as you had done to him for slow long. your cheeks burned hot at his taunts.
"that's what you get."
and before you could say anything in return as your eyebrows had begun to pinch- michael closed the gap between your faces and pressed a small peck to your lips.
you froze instantly, unalike the cold shiver that ran through your body- his lips were warm and inviting against your own.
your eyes starred at his closed ones, unable to react rationally till he pulled back just enough to get a good look at you through lidded eyes.
he knew he was toying with you.
"i can always teach you more." his breath would fan against your mouth.
I literally just made a post about this but maybe something during either thriller or bad era with mj, and he’s been yearning for the reader for years and he’s just like being a sub.
authors note: absolutely! when i came across this request i knew i had to act on it immediately, so i hope you enjoy what i came up with for you!
achin' for you! PT. 1(?)
michael jackson request ♡ sfw
summary: you're apart of michael's choreography team, in which gradually grows into something more
michael shuffled through scattered papers across his desk, various lyrics being rearranged to fit another, small sentences trailing off- put next to another. mindlessly humming the beat of how the lyrics would sound if brought together.
michael had just published thriller, and it immediately skyrocketed to stardom as his previous album, off the wall, set an expectation- or at the very least a foundation where michael's solo career was quickly blossoming. he was quick to begin brainstorming for what was to come of him next.
production of bad had already been teased, and with plans of performing in a live crowd.
as he was foraging through several sheets of papers, and such, he came across a few photographs. the photographs contents were mostly him through the production of thriller, though a couple had been taken with crew members that had helped the release of thriller come to life and one of those members he'd been beside in a photo happened to be you.
it was a cute polaroid of you and him while filming thrillers music video, your arm was wrapped around his shoulder from the side and holding up a playful rock hand gesture. his alike yours, and also wrapped around your shoulder though he held up a peace sign. your smile was bright with closed eyes as you had been taken aback by the flash- though his open with a sheepish smile across his face. previous to this, you hadn't known him for all that long as you met michael specifically to be apart his production team as a participant in handling choreography. in-between this process, you had grown closer as he took the choreography as serious as you did. due to that, he respected you and vice versa.
whilst holding the photograph, he recalled back when the two of you had your first one on one interaction when discussing brainstorming ideas for how michael could amaze the crowd. you'd thrown ideas back and forth at eachother, and eventually beginning to work step-by-step in depth with what had been the 'backslide', or 'levitating' at the time. michael had found inspiration through works alike it and wanted to find his own art out of the inspiration provided.
already being familiar with what he was speaking of, and getting the gist of it based off his general motions of how it would look: you thought it to be a great idea and encouraged alongside him to perfect that move. and whilst working methodically with him, him initially performing the moves- you would point something out that he could adjust and you'd physically show him. with him taking this in mind, he'd do the same for you and ideas would be tossed back and forth till the moonwalk was invented. by the end of that week from collaborating, the two of you- unbeknownst- had invented one of the most iconic moves ever created.
later down the line after he'd picked out how his performance was going to go, with the blueprints being overlooked by you: michael ended up performing billie jean' live on march 25th, 1983, at motown's auditorium. and you were there backstage watching with the rest of the crew.
backstage monitors forecasted michael's execution of the performance, bopping your head with crossed arms, pleased with how it was presented to the audience and their reactions to it.
his voice captivating enough, though his moves unalike the public had seen; so aggresive yet so captivating that they couldn't get enough. it was as if he was playing with the audience and they adored him for it. eventually it came to a halt and the audience roared. you sighed in relief as everything had gone as planned, the crew applauding michael when he returned backstage with the rest of his team.
as you turned your body towards michael- expecting him to fan down the parade of compliments by the crew, you were taken aback by his expression as he was visibly upside and rubbing his mouth slowly while searching the entirety of the room though meeting eyes with none of those looking at him.
you were the first to approach him disquietedly, voice low as you were unsure of what was wrong. michael ran his tongue in circles, not able to form a complete sentence till tears began to swell up in his eyes.
"i should've been on my toes longer." he was eventually able to mutter out after spending some time to calm down. his eyes were glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look back up.
you were quick to object, "michael, your performance was great. you just changed history. they were crazy about you!" your voice heightened with knitted eyebrows, surprised with the words that he spoke and with your hand supported on his shoulder, you tried catching his gaze in yours.
though reluctant, he'd finally had met his eyes in yours. he wasn't all that sure how to respond in the moment, as he hadn't gotten encouragement like that typically. michael nodded slow and straightened back up. you loosened your grip on him, and returned to crossed arms as everything began to wrap up for the night. that's all michael really needed in the moment- someone to recognize and notice his efforts. and since then, michael admired you for your attention to detail for the execution of a presentation though with realistic expectations in which kept him level headed.
michael rubbed the photograph as he reflected in between his thumb and index finger.
fast forward a couple of months came the shooting for thriller, as was in the polaroid, and in between those months the two of you had gotten closer. he would often come to you for reassurance of something, and you were able to soothe his genius mind of whatever was bothering him. though, he was captivated for how your mind reached as far as his did- but was able to find peace in the mix of it all. you shared common values that you were able to relate on, but had many differences that he was able to explore about and learn more about you from.
michael had been helping preparation for the music video, they saved the makeup clips for the end and decided to start without the ghoul, or werewolf scenes. you were there the entire time though didn't catch much conversation with michael till it was time for him to start putting on the makeup for the ghoul scenes, next being the werewolf.
you watched from afar as they began, and you were impressed- you hadn't been around anything like it as you had only seen such things on television. once they had stepped away momentarily, you snuck up from behind the chair he sat in- a large showcasing of his name on the back of it, and spooked him. "sheesh! who are you? where did my handsome mike go?"
he'd jump in his seat, then catch his breath and roll his eyes at your tease. "stop it, you're embarrassing me." and his hand would fan at you, playfully telling you to go away.
and eventually you'd have to as the make up crew came back to continue their work, and you strolled away with the videographers as you worked hand in hand with them for the production. michael's eyes would follow you as you walked away. though small, and childish, he had began to develop a crush for you. and you had done the same for him. though, it was never discussed considering how unprofessional it would be to talk about it. and at that, trying to pursue it.
michael fiddled with the photo some more before placing it back down on the table, and pursing his lips to the side. some years from that had passed now and your friendship continued to steadily roll.
you had planned to meet michael that day, as he wanted to break news of his new song teaser for the album 'bad'. and sometime between his brainstorming and reminiscing- you had made your appearance at his front door.
michael was quick to react, stirring and hiding the photograph under some papers- and looked up as you opened the door without permission. this wasn't new, it's a tradition you had both shared being friends for the past couple of years.
"hey you." you began, your voice soft and placing your purse on-top of the table in a spot his papers didn't cover. "still in the mix of what your next album will be?"
you weren't surprised michael was scrambling and diving into ideas immediately as he was a performer, that's what he did, instantly thinking of what the next best thing to do for a crowd was.
"yes, i was hoping you'd agree to working alongside me personally at my next show. it's a teaser for the album ill be producing."
now that was a surprise.
you were dumbstruck: your eyebrows lifted from his words and mouth falling agape as you battled with how to respond coherently though ended up near gasping out a, "i'd love to!"
so, there began the planning. just like the two of you had worked together years prior during thriller, you ignited that flame between the two of you again but on a more personal level. in this process you were able to get early access to his song, and had given it a big thumbs up.
"psh, you're not bad."
you'd tease,
and he'd giggle. playing that same old game.
working on this was familiar, though not alike anything you had done before personally. it felt more intense this time as you felt the pressure michael had received. this time he was able to offer you advice, and help you through the motions.
most of which happened during rehearsals, though some nights where it was just you he'd watch from afar and admire you. yet he said nothing, and would walk home alone again another night.
the teaser show had been announced to the public, and the date was nearing quickly. you worked quick together to map out the direction of how the show would go, and each step the individual would make throughout it till the date had reached it's arrival.
and it was a packed, i mean packed, audience. considering it had been a couple of gap years michael had taken before producing new music, fans were up the walls to see what michael had up his sleeve this time.
his look was different, he had decided to approach it differently this time around as he'd be teasing his rebellious era subtly.
and honestly, the rebellious look had surprised you as well. though you were all for it as you encouraged all his creativeness expression, feeling as though what he had to say or perform had a heavy impact on those who received it.
and you were right.
it was a unhinged, massive and reactive performance from those who came to witness it. the atmosphere had felt unreal, and you were taking in just as much adrenaline as michael during the teaser for the audience. they were screaming, they were fainting for him. it was almost as if michael was starting some sort of riot towards his fans, but you were there for it.
you watched his moves in awe, knowing each upcoming move all the way down to how many times his feet would flick up in his movements. you had studied it stupid with him. your heart was rapidly pounding by the end of the show.
michael had hurried backstage after saying his goodbyes, and to which left his audience high off what michael had given him. though they weren't the only one, you were quick to pull him into your arms and hug around him tight with praises spilling from your mouth.
"michael! you did amazing!"
his breath was heavy, pulling back to look at you and your beyond proud expression, and his with too much emotion to put into one. his mind was like spinning off of exhilaration, and without giving it much thought his lips had urgently pressed into yours- relieving the thought he had built up for years.
and as his own, your mind began to draw a blank and without much logical thinking, kissed him back for an ongoing couple of seconds- hands delving into wet curls of his mullet.
his chest was heavy on yours, his hands supporting behind your back, and in between kisses he whispered: "thank you."
i was considering splitting this into two another part if anyone is interested, where things are more heavily suggestive (smut), and i am also aware this doesn't follow the history of michael though this is all fictional work!
Hiii. Could I request for you to write michel x reader where she is afraid of some animals and has a hard time enjoying being with him at Nederland cuz yk all the animals there so he accommodates to sjow her how cool and gentel they are and get her to have a good time while respecting her limits ofc (im just protecting myself cuz im afraid of a buch of animals and I keep on thinking how we would work hahaha)
authors note: hello, and of course i can! i love this idea as i feel like michael would definitely be super comforting and careful when noticing the readers discomfort. i hope i was able to fulfill your request. and thank you for submitting!
there's nothing to be afraid of!
michael jackson one-shot ♡ sfw
summary: when shooting the cover art for thriller, you find that michael's love for animals counters your fear for them & he works you towards understanding his affection towards them
it was mid 1982, and michael's development for becoming an independent artist career was beginning to kick off as his 'off the wall' album release was booming.
a new album of his since then, thriller, was scheduled to release that november. it was approximately four months before then at this point, late july, where he booked a photoshoot for his cover art.
the room was relatively big. the format being of a huge black backdrop, and a glossy silver block in the middle for where he'd be strutting.
you had joined alongside michael for the shoot, as you were alongside him during the making of the album and was just as pumped as he was for it's release- wanting to celebrate every step taken in its process.
off to the side, you crossed your arms and admired michael as he was instructed to several different positions, the photographer finding which complimented his fancy outfit the most.
and after a while of repeating these steps, michael asked for a intermission as he wanted to see how they were approaching the shoot- and how he could pitch in his own ideas.
you wandered off to the photographer and their team, also curious to see his portraits. they were very respectful towards michael in describing their insight and methods behind the pictures, and flipped through each one careful to his body language and response.
michael was pleased with the overall general aesthetic of it, though something about it was missing. it didn't quite say michael jackson yet. so, enthusiastically he said, "i would like to take some of the photos with the tiger now."
you giggled at first at his comment, perceiving it to be some sort of joke, though you would quickly find out that was not the case. the team members agreed immediately, exclaiming his idea was good, and retreated away momentarily to retrieve the animal.
your mouth pursed to the side, and looked over at michael who was already meeting eyes with yours. your shoulders hitched up, and you nervously smiled at him before saying, "so, you got a real tiger for the photoshoot?"
"of course," he began, eyebrows lifting and his tone innocent and unknowing of how absurd it sounded to bring a tiger to a photoshoot. "i mean, its a baby tiger." his began to shrug, and make small gestures. "but a tiger nonetheless."
you were always inspired by michael's outside-of-the-box way of thinking, but what he didn't know that you had always hesitantly kept from him, was your fear towards some animals.
and as you thought about this, how to break the ice- a small group of people and the team joined back in the room alongside you and michael and there it was- the baby tiger in the arms of an animals handler, playing and pawing around with a feather in the handlers hand.
your face turned pale, though keeping composure as to not ruin the mood for michael and tapped your fingers inbetween crossed arms. on the other hand, michael was ecstatic and with inviting arms, carefully recieved the baby in his arms from the handler.
michael toyed with it for several minutes to create a sense of familiarity between he and the animal, all the while having a huge toothy grin plastered across his face. you watched with interest, seeing as he was deeply infatuated with the animal.
sometime between your gaze and thoughts, he called your name and waved you over in which you fanned your hand at him, shaking your head slow and mouthing 'i'm okay!' and he caught the memo and would leave the questions for another time.
he finished the shoot, seeming happier and more vibrant than the last shots taken and they were able to narrow down their options tremendously. it was an extremely creative, and sophisticated shoot especially having a wild animal in the mix of it.
by the end of the shoot, michael would thank the crew, photographer, animal handler and everyone who made possible for this to happen as he was confident that it would make compliment the album and its contents.
and that's where suspicion began. he wondered, 'is she afraid of animals?'
though he didn't bring it up for a while.
that was, till later down the road when michael purchased property with insight for neverland, and you were there to hear all ceaseless spiel of ideas for how it'd be designed and decorated- and of course: what animals would be apart of the ranch.
you didn't discourage any of it, though you felt you should have now that you were face to face with a llama michael had recently gotten from a performer.
michael held it securely, and carefully in a harness as he was introducing the two of you to another. you were completely appalled, not seriously expecting that michael would continue deep diving in exotic animals to live and coexist with.
he seemed to be a near expert, handling it and the llama responding well with his movements and actions. you had perceived the animal to be more aggressive though it seemed completely at ease in the hands of michael, strolling contentedly along with him.
you had held your palm up in an attempt to pet it, though your body failed you as it visibly shook in place, with michael taking notice of this near immediately and walked inbetween you and the animal.
his eyebrows knitted, examining your discomfort with tender eyes. your throat bobbed.
"are you afraid of animals?" he asked softly, and to which you tentatively nodded at him, and the palm that had been held up fell back to your side in defeat.
"i am sorry michael," you began, exhaling out of your nose. "i've always kinda had a fright for some of them. mostly the bigger ones." you let out a breathy laugh towards the end, and then began to trail off.
michael shook his head, "oh, there's nothing to be sorry about." his hand ran across the llamas head, taking a few glances at it. "i understand."
after brief moments of silence, you saw him purse his lips and then meet eyes back with yours- his hand that wasn't preoccupied cupped around your own and squeezed lovingly. his longer fingers slid down from your knuckles to hover over your own.
"the llamas safest place to be stroked is on their neck," michael began- pulling your hand up and looking for a reaction from you. you were as still as a rock, knees beginning to lock in place as you were unsure of how to react. your breath was heavy, though you approved with a slow nod.
with his hands lying on-top of yours, he guided you in slow motions to pet over the shaggy white wool of the llama.
"llamas naturally dislike to be touched," his fingers interlocked with yours, continuing to guide you from the neck to the back- and with cautious eyes you watched the llama blink. "though it seems louie likes you." michael peeped at you as you giggled at his comment.
"oh hush," you rolled your eyes teasingly, a pink hue threatening to creep ontop of the bridge of your nose.
his hand steered yours across his neck down to his shoulders, "no, no, i mean it." the wool was rough, though extremely thick inbetween your skin. warmth radiated and sandwiched you from michael's fingers and the llamas fur. "isn't that right, louie?
louie peered over towards in your direction, blinked a couple of times then turned back towards the side- ears relaxing down.
michael hummed at this, and observed your expression as his hand carefully slid off of your own.
as your fingers combed through louies coat, you admired how beautiful the animal was and how well groomed michael had kept him. he was pretty.
you were in awe as louie seemed to move into your touch. even if you were still incredibly cautious- you were appreciative of the moment.
louie was incredibly calm, and reacted well to your touch.
gradually, your hand was returned back and you held it above your heart- gripping the fabric of your heart as your heart beat now leveled out.
"i'll have to introduce you to all the animals so we can be a family."
your mouth fell agape, lightly slapping the side of michael's arm.
"all the animals!? michael!!!"
he laughed, and you awaited for him to admit it was a joke though nothing came afterward.
summary: michael has invited you to a big event of his, you don't like the media but you can't bring yourself to say no.
the jagged bristles of your toothbrush scrubbed and cleansed up, down and between your pearly whites. toothpaste pooled at the corners of your mouth, some dripping down to your chin in the process of you brushing. your hair wet, though you'd wrung most of the water out and wrapped in a tight towel on top of your head. some strands peeked through the towel and slung over your shoulder.
moisture that had built from your shower ran down your back, and forearms. the steam from your shoulder caused vapor to cloud the room, and leave liquid droplets across your mirrors in which you'd smudge small circles in just enough to get a good look at your face.
finally, you spat the remaining paste out of your mouth and into the quartz sink, twisting the knob of the sink to run water and drain your backwash out. your left foot kicked behind your right leg, and scratched your ankle with your big toe- all whilst allowing your mind to ponder momentarily. a developing sensation of excitement had been festering up inside you awaiting this date and it had finally came. tonight was the 26th annual grammy awards, and you had been invited to attend michael as his 'date'.
of course you had accepted the offer, you'd always been an encouraging companion for him and you wouldn't fall short for him and especially for this event.
you weren't one to get involved in the media. you recognized the pros that came with it, though just as much you knew the severe side affects that came alongside it too, and you were completely turned off by the idea. the loss of a private life, the unbearable weight to be perfect at all times, the hate, and plenty more you were to imagine. michael knew this, so considering this information he was delicate with his approach to you. when the time came that he came to you with the idea of joining him there- he was appalled that you agreed without hesitation.
"are you sure?" he had asked you previously- his tone seeming more of an interrogation, as if he was searching for uncertainty in your expression. and you dipped your chin, nodding his way neutrally. while you were completely against the media, you were incapable of missing this event as it was inevitable that the spotlight would be on michael sometime throughout the night. with that fact considered, you'd never forgive yourself had you missed the opportunity to be there to commemorate and honor his success. he'd do the same for you, so what's the problem?
plus, deep down a part of you was excited. you'd always been apart of the shadowed achievements of michael, that meaning he'd come parade you with his progression towards being a celebrity after the fact. while his stories were inspiring and captivating, you'd always secretly imagined how it'd be to experience it first hand. how did it feel to be in the eye of the storm for once- to appreciate all that michael was rightfully receiving and to have that shared familiarity with him.
your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the aggravating chirping of your watch- advising you that it was 1900 hours now (or 7:00PM), and that you needed to pause your mind and resume getting ready for the function. frantically, you dropped the towel housing your skin and unraveled the other tied in your hair- whispering small curses to yourself- and quickly soaked any remaining water on your body or in your hair. various hair protection products were combed through your wet hair in preparation for the hair dryer, whilst layering your skin in lotion and moisture to your face. and within an hour, fifteen minutes early, you had successfully gotten ready.
the outfit for the night was, for starters, a long navy-colored gown complimented with a layer of black sequin meeting from the toe of the dress to midway of your torso till it was cut off by a flower shelled gold coating till the end where your breast met. a long slit was made on the lefthand side, meeting your mid thigh and leaving it easy to stride in. the dress had slim, pretty straps that connected to the back of the dress- though the back of it was exposed down to your lower back. various gold necklaces complimented your neck and collarbone, and golden threader earrings hung nicely from your earlobes. while your feet were hardly visible unless walking, you wore conservative, open-toed black heels. the outfit was made to honor both you and michael respectfully, and complimentary where the two of you would be matching for the event- though you weren't sure just yet of what to expect from him. you expected the base and accents to be the same though.
though, you were in control of how your makeup looked and you decided to keep it virgin and old-fashioned. you created a blank canvas and only added minor details that enhanced your featurea gracefully. you were going in honor of michael after all, and you figured that he'd appreciate your thought behind your efforts. you finished last minute details, applying a neutral lipstick across your lips and mouthing it across evenly and naturally- and at the last few smacks of your lips together- a soft couple of knocks bumped on your wooden front door. well, that was perfect timing for you.
you'd gradually stroll your way over towards the door from the hallway bathroom, picking up the dress from your knees to avoid tripping or tearing the delicate material enveloped around you. while you were careful, it was to no one's surprise that you were approaching the door as your heels were loudly tapping down in slow steps on the wooden pavement of your apartment.
once you'd made it to the door, you'd pull it open and peek over the side of the wood meeting eyes with the man of the hour. a smile snuck onto your face immediately capturing every detail of his outfit that he wore proudly whether he'd admit it or not. he stood tall and shoulders tight- outfit appearing much like yours. his base was also navy, with beaded sequin. though what highlighted everything was shimmering gold epaulettes and pinning. you were almost jealous of how posh and luxurious he looked. near every inch of him was reflecting off sequin, including his pearly white glove and socks. what enclosed around the socks were his iconic black loafers. his hair glossy and wet, highlighting the uprising trend for jheri curls.
michael tilted his head forward, his sunglasses that were previously hiding his eyes slid down the bridge of his nose and his upper teeth caught his lower lip. proudly, he softly said, "what do you think?"
he wasn't one for praise, usually finding him hiding behind his palms from simple compliments though in this moment that broad-shouldered jacket relished him into a different man with a proud personality. you rolled your eyes, and stepped into the door way with raising eyebrows. "i'd say i look better, but i don't wanna break your heart."
michael giggled at the joke, and placed his hands on top of his hips whilst shaking his head slow at you. playfully, placing his palm on top of his heart through the heavy fabric of his jacket and acting distraught.
his hand was quick to leave his jacket after his playful gesture, reaching out it out to you in your direction and you caught his palm in your own. michael was always so careful and deliberate with everything he did. as if he pre-planned every slight move that he made. maybe it was due to the popularity that he was cautious. regardless, time was beginning to sneak up on the two of you considering how early he'd need to be there due to his position and popularity. michael took a step back, allowing you to step out of your doorway and onto the concrete sidewalk of your complex. michael carefully led you to the private vehicle the two of you were escorted in, and safely you were now on your way to the event.
passing from the small town you lived in to the city caused your heart to flutter, and quicken. there had never been a reason for you to visit the city. you never got out much at that... so dollying yourself up and to be suddenly surrounded by large, tall building with never-ending colorful lights was all new. a part of you was growing nervous, unsure of how you'd act in front of so many new cameras and flash photography. how would they talk about you, and especially a new face next to michael? what would they say, would it be positive or negative?
your thoughts weren't long egged on till they were interrupted by a familiar touch grabbing hold of your shoulder. you'd been spacing out quietly and trailing off in one spot without moving. nails gripped into the material of your dress as you begin to think. michael watched for a bit, catching partial glances from the side till he checked in with you, eyebrows beginning to knit together and a small smile forming on his lips. his voice was just above a whisper, and in a sweet tone he said, "i really appreciate you joining me in this. i know this isn't really your cup of tea."
your lips pursed as you snapped back to reality, eyebrows coming high on your face and you were quick to fan him away with your hand. "of course michael, don't sweat it."
the remainder of the ride you spent jumping your leg, and he hummed quietly to himself. but before long, the vehicle came to a stop and michael caught the cue that the two of you had arrived. the windows were dim and tinted heavily, and they were rolled back up by the time you had arrived on set as it had been discouraged to him to keep them down at all.
giving yourself some pep talk, you calmed your nerves enough as you didn't want your emotions showing on your face or hair frizzing up. especially considering that this was for michael, and you wanted it to go as smoothly as possible for him. it was a big night. as you relaxed your heart rate, you picked your head up and caught eye of michael fiddling around to gather himself up- soon catching your eye and flashed you a toothy smile. "we made it, you ready?" in to which, you smiled back at him and nodded.
doors were opened for the both of you, and within seconds numerous flickering and flashing hit and blind your eyes. you were quick to squeeze your eyes shut, and cringe as you weren't expecting that. it was almost like a flash bang with how much happened immediately, the commotion wide and loud across the area. multiple voices, both men and women called out for michael, asking for him to strut, smile or turn a certain way. he was professional about it, and remainded calm- completeing a full 360 view for the photographers quickly. on the other hand, you hardly noticed the cherry-colored carpet underneath your feet with how much was happening around you. michael stood confidently in front of you, a wide smile remaining on his face.
he was smart to wear those glasses, you thought.
michael was always gentle, though he was especially soft with here. once you had made it out of the car with him, he was quick to snake an arm around yours and hug you close to his side, and you were quick to reciprocate. you caught his fragrance quick from the close contact, it was deep, sweet and musky and complimented him well. through piercing lights in your eyes, in almost a stop motion move- you caught him turning his head from you, to the door, then back to you in a repetitive wave as he encouraged y'all both towards the two big doors welcoming those who were approved into the event. you followed behind in his slow steps towards the door, picking your dress up inbetween your fingertips.
as opposed to the outside, once you had made it inside- things became much calmer and your eyes relaxed and adjusted to the steady light. the room was huge, as what you had imagined a ballroom to look like and satisfying your dreams and wishes as a little girl. internally, you were exploding- fireworks bursting behind your steady rising and falling chest. the room was of between a tan and white shade, and a huge chandelier at the top of the massive area. celebrities crowded the area, many in which you recognized and you soaked it all in slowly but surely. you were near out of breath from how remarkable this all was. you were appalled that this was the kind of environment michael was in everyday.
after a while of sharing conversations with other celebrities, hanging off of michael's arms as he toured you around the place and introduced you to many familiar faces. truly, a breathtaking experience for you. the event was soon to start and it was time for you to take your seat amongst the crowd. you were struggling to stay still in your seat, shuffling round.
between called grammys, you patiently waited and clapped for those who won. a roaring of voices for those who won, and you would chuckle as the winner would speak- immediate flashing across the crowd due to the cameras.
though, soon came michael's name.
"michael jackson! album of the year!"
then michael's name again.
"michael jackson! record of the year!"
then again.
"michael jackson!"
and again...
all till he got his eight awards, all in one singular night. you were completely and utterly shocked just as everyone else was.
trophies were spilling from his arms, as he held them close to his chest happily proudly. he couldn't think of what to say for a while, momentarily giggling then looking to the side to gather his thoughts. michael looked beautiful up on stage.
you were truly fascinated and mesmerized by his presence, always holding admiration for his creative and artistic expression. behind long eyelashes and hooded eyelids, water began to gloss over your eyes subtly- pooling at at the end and spilling out at the tear duct. your lower lip began to quiver frantically in your slow, admiring claps for the man on stage.
he'd always been so full of life despite the bumps in the road, and always faced his problems head on with a humble and careful heart. his words a prayer for those who listened. the affect he landed to people beyond belief, and you were lucky to appreciate the achievement with him.
"i'd just like to thank everyone who's been there for me on this journey, and of course my fans whose encouraged me."
your thoughts began to slip, and mind became white. being proud of michael was an understatement, as you couldn't begin to bring to words just how impressed you were and couldn't fathom how he must feel up there, and to begin to start to feel for him had you a complete wreck on behalf of him.
his glasses conceived any uncertain emotion, or that of vulnerability. you carried that weight for him. cameras were hot on him, flickering and flashing all up at him as he smiled big, flashing pretty pearly whites and giggling from time to time. he was at a loss for words just as much as you were.
"though above all else,"
with squinted eyes, you peeked at the stage as he came close to the microphone, trophies closed in to his chest and his head dipping down. he pinched the side of his glasses, peeling them from his face and caught your eye with his.
"i'd like to thank my beautiful date,
whom i am absolutely crazy about."
the camera that had previously been on michael was quick to flick to you. your eyes became as big as saucers but were just as quick to fall in your palms, capturing tears in them. a pink hue brightened over your cheeks and tips of your ears, and you softly cried in your palms as michael walked off of stage.
summary: you meet an interesting individual at a bar
obstreperous, pulverizing music consumed the entirety of the club that you had ridiculously decided to attend. that night had been advertised throughout the town due to the fact a small band would be joining the stage of the small club. rectangular posters that screamed 'don't miss us!' plastered across monochrome-filtered men. and the opening act was this ear-ringing group. the idea intrigued you, so, you gave it a shot to see what they were all about.
though, these were not the soul tune that had been shown on the broadcasting of tonight's date. so whilst there, you decided that you'd give it some time- as you had figured they were an opening act to the rest of the night.
your heels navigated over the wooden planks towards the bar, the brown of the wood barely visible due to flickering various purples, pinks, blues and white across the area. in this moment, no one crowded the area as everyone was consumed in the initial music. you weren't sure whether they actually enjoyed the music, or if they were drunk and the atmosphere was enough to keep the crowd on the dance floor large.
regardless, you were just satisfied to have the area to yourself. a few folks sipped near you, though it was about two or three on their own. you figured they'd had the same mindset as you.
you pulled your leg over the tall, golden chair and placed your small hand bag on top of the long, thin high top table. whilst your feet were dangling, you kicked one foot over your ankle of the other and pondered what you'd sip on during this performance.
you looked good, even if in this moment you didn't necessarily match the vibe of this upbeat tone.
a lengthy, ruby colored dress snug around your body- even in which flowed out at the bottom where it met at your ankles. a small rip in the side came up to your knee. the clothing was of a nice material, thick, though comfortable for you, so that of the smeared of gemstones all across it didn't pinch into your skin.
a jet black, short leather coat covered over your shoulders and kept you warm. a few jewels here and there covered over the jacket. and alike your crimson dress, red moderate kitten heels enclosed around your feet. hair was blown out and curled to match the hot theme of women's hair at the time. you were sensitive to detail, and kept your nails alike your outfit. jewelery, of course, complimented in your ears, around your wrists and around your neck- glistening as perfectly as your gemstones.
and then your mind came it, not too harsh but enough to keep it going. moscato d'asti. low alcohol, but still sweet and fruity on the taste buds. the bartender was quick to slide it your way, and you were quick to wrap your lips around the glass- sipping lightly and indulging in the sweetness of flavor it presented in your mouth.
several minutes passed you by throughout your two drinks you had, searching the room and the people within the room. most either in groups or seemingly on a date. and gradually the opening act was wrapping up, and introducing to the men you had came for. that's when the dancefloor began to become open, as people drifted off of the area and took their seats at small circular tables plastered across the club floors.
you weren't seated alone for much longer after that, on your right- a group of folks sitting near you all conversating rather loudly and joking with one another. and on the left, a singular man sat up in the chair and turnt towards the bar tender. your ears perked up between each side of you, always seeming to accidentally ease drop on those around you.
the group were deciding who'd be the driver after tonight as they wanted to drink, but someone had to remain sober. and the singular man was listing his options for a beverage- initially asking for orange juice, though shying away and deciding on the same drink you had gotten.
'same taste.' you thought, peering over your shoulder in his direction. this was the opportunity to make conversation. you were no stranger to socializing, you just usually didn't feel like doing it.
"ah, moscato d'asti, huh?" you began, tongue flicking to the fancy word and your voice forcing the tone of interest. "one of my favorites!"
the man shot his eyes in your direction, seeming unsure whether he was being spoken to, and once he caught on- he turnt over his shoulder and made eye contact with a look of doubt and hesitancy till he connected the dots of what you had said.
"oh! yeah, yeah, hah." he responded, finger beginning to trail over the stem of the glass.
"how come you didn't order the orange juice?" you questioned, happening to of picked up that before he decided on that.
"you heard that? hah. it was just an embarrassing pick i thought." his eyes flickered off the glass and you, seeming uncomfortable- or at least that's how you perceived it. maybe just shy.
you shrugged at his statement, lip poking out with a look of bafflement. "not embarrassing. why not please yourself?"
the man's head sat in one of his hands palms- with his elbow sitting up on the bar and tilting his head over at you. "you know what, i just may take your advice on this one." he let out a breathy laugh- and finished off the few sips remaining in his glass.
keeping the light conversation going, you'd learn his name and that he was here for the same reason you were- wanting to see what this band was all about. you'd learn he was into music as you were, though he was indulging and making his own personally and you were intrigued. asking him questions, and learning minor icebreaker details about him. and like you, he looked good. he wore blue bell bottoms which left enough room to expose black loafers underneath. he wore a casual white button up, hugged by a raised shouldered, leather, and candy apple zip up jacket. to top it off, he wore a exaggerated belt in which you found to be the best aspect of the outfit.
in between your thoughts, the band finally come onto stage. the loud clapping polluted the room, cutting the conversation to an end and the two of you both peeping at the stage to see them find their positions on stage. michael and you clapped with the group, you whistling alongside your claps. they would introduce themselves personally to the audience, and that they were appreciative to be there tonight. you'd look forward to this all night, and you were becoming excited to let your soul be relaxed with some rhythm and blues.
in their introduction, one of the band members had the instrumentals of 'feel like makin' love' by hubert laws playing and you already were in the groove of it it.
it wouldn't take long that you were to your feet, your hips pulling your body to the slow rhyme.
the four men eased into al green's, 'let's stay together' and it didn't take long for the man who sit beside you to be back on the floor beside you, sharing the same rhythmic pull you were reacting to. he shuffled back and forth in place momentarily, watching you shake your head with pursed lips in his directions- giggling.
his hands came up in fists, moving them to the beat and mouthing the words in. the four men truly were capturing a vibe. but what shocked you was when michael extended a hand your way, gesturing you to join him in what you figured would be dancing.
you hesitated for a moment, pinching your eyebrows together, trying to figure out if he was really asking you to dance or was just dancing and it happened to seem that way. but you the puzzle pieces together once his hand stood there for about 30 seconds, eventually his index pointing directly at you- twirling them from you to him to getcha going.
your ear tips turnt pink, a downwards smile creeping across your face as you shuffled his way- keeping the same sway of your hips to the music. and your hands making flowy motions along with al green's lyrics on the tongue of this band's singer.
michael pushed his jacket for it to flow behind him, tucking his lower lip under the upper teeth and with closed eyes, knitted his eyebrows together. he kicked his feet- and during this heel kick- made his way toward the dance floor. you were a bit taken back by his moves- not expecting that he'd suddenly move like that and so flawlessly at that. though, you moved with him- not as elegant though keeping up just as well.
he matched the lyrics, whispering them under his breath, twirling his finger up and his head bopped to 'whether times are good, or bad.. or happy, or sad.' he scrunched his nose, a smile matching with it under shut eyes.
he spoke with his actions, dancing around you almost playfully. you giggled to yourself seeming him kick and walk around you in a circle and you take the attention.
you kicked your heels on the floor lightly, hands meeting your hips and pulling them from side to side, as the music finally drifted off and was quickly replaced with something more upbeat- though still just as good and smooth.
"thank you," michael began. "it seems i never have a nice conversation anymore."
his shoulders were straight, head shaking from each side and his hips swaying forward and back. some moments, he'd twirl and his bottoms would flair out- feet prancing just as equally as the rest of his body.
"haha, i could say the same." you replied, an expression hiding behind your big hair and darkened lights.
the two of you were cute, flashing teeth inbetween movements around another- legs coming momentarily intertwined between lyrics. the palms of your hands time to time came together, though just for a second. michael was gentle, though entirely sincere- unlike his shy tone at the bar. he seemed to communicate best through his movement in which you reciprocated as best as you could.
the two of you kept this up throughout the couple of hours the band was there, folks jumping in the crowd here and there and joining the wave of dancing. though they came and they went, and by the end of the night- the bar slowly became a ghost town with only a few groups staying behind.
the music grew slower to match the nightfall, and you and michael led into a sort of slow dance. your hands rested on his shoulders, and his rested on your sides though distance was held. you'd slide from side to side with him, and he'd gradually let you twirl out and then back into the shared distance between you two. hummed, meeting eyes with yours time to time though said nothing till the song was over.
he pulled your hand from his shoulder and encouraged your hand against the corner of his mouth. "i'd like another dance sometime." and gave a soft peck to your knuckles.
summary: you attend a pregnancy announcement party, and michael gets ideas. not suitable for minors!
authors note: the reblogs are making me blush! thank you for the support! leave me some ideas for upcoming writings.
michael spun you round and round, throwing you out with his left arm and then tugging you back into his arms. the two of you danced together to the slow beat of whatever was playing in the back of this small pub.
you had never given the topic much thought, seeing michael surround himself with the warmth of children and their presence as it reminded him of what could've been of his childhood. engaging, and interacting was where his happy place was and you respected that.
michael sat across from you, stirring his fingertip alongside a wooden plank in which the both of you sat at. the two of you were sharing a table at a small gathering of folks announcing their pregnancy. you enjoyed the atmosphere with michael, regardless if you weren't entirely entertained by the party.
michael got most of the conversation, you chiming in every now and then, but that's how you enjoyed it anyway. he held the conversation for the both of you two and knew how to end it respectfully as well.
as you sat there, drifting in and out of listening to the brief conversations you caught a snippet of what had been discussed- and your finger slid across the glass of wine in front of you. some mutters on whether the two of you had planned to have children or not. to this question, michael shooed his hand and giggled sheepishly- replying something along the lines of, 'what an embarrassing question.' but agreeing that he would like a family eventually. though, where you hadn't thought much of, is the matter that he'd want his own someday. and, well, who was his provider?
for the remainder of the small get-together, he'd toy with you and flirtatiously dance around you as if to chase you till you reacted and he'd pull back on your efforts- turning his back to you and innocently walking away, you reciprocated into this little joke and ongoing cycle during y'all's small dance interactions.
you didn't say anything then, but later in the night when it became just the two of you alone back at your shared apartment, the topic presented itself back up subtly. you and michael had began winding down for the night as the night usually went, you had crawled into bed and were setting yourself up for the following day on your bed side's nightstand- now the only thing you were waiting on was michael to slide into the blankets alongside you. you were waiting patiently for him, regardless of it taking longer than it usually had.
soon enough, his head peaked into the room from where it connected to the rest of the apartment- catching your attention and you rose a brow awaiting for some sort of explanation on what he was doing. though, he didn't answer- he crept in the room and danced his way over towards your side playfully. at this, you shook your head, your thumb and fingertips pinching the bridge of your nose at his nonsense.
there was always a trick up of his sleeve, you just had to figure out what it was this time. he lowered the light of your side lamp, leaving the remainder of the small room dark with this dim light being your only source of light. whilst doing this, he lowered down to you and trapped your face in his hands- and you opened your eyes wide at the sudden contact. he grinned, wide from ear to ear and leaned in for a couple pecks.
"hey, what're you doing?" you giggled after he'd pulled back- crawling over your body and plopping down beside you on the soft sheets and heavy blanket. he sighed once meeting contact on the bed, as he'd been exhausted the entire day from the endless social interaction. and you could relate.
"loving my woman." he'd reply, looking over to his left where you were laid- and eventually his body followed through- laying on his hip with a propped up arm keeping his head steady in his palm.
you copied him, though keeping your head in the pillows, and hummed at his sentence.
the moment was kept still momentarily, just staring at one another till his eyes drifted off and his lip pursed to the side.
after a moment of pondering on a thought, his hands ran across your hip to your torso and hugged the slim tank top you wore that was covering your body. other than that, the only other piece of clothing you wore were some silk underwear. you met his eyes after watching his movement, and a strand of his curls fell over his forehead.
michael leaned back down to start a stream of kisses from your forehead to your cleavage and your breath began staggered. well, he definitely had something up his sleeve that he hadn't quite yet vocalized.
"do you think i am handsome?" his voice mumbled on your collarbone, lower lip hanging onto the indent of the bone on your skin.
"most handsome man ive ever laid my eyes on." you replied, pink beginning to lighten your cheeks. "i love you."
"why won't you have our baby then?
you'd have another one of me to love."
there was the confirmation- a confession, if you will.
a lump began to grow in your throat, and your mouth fell agape while you thought of how to reply.
"michael, you have to think, are we ready for that?"
"aren't we going to get married?"
"well, of course-"
"then why does it matter?"
"i just think we need to talk further about the situation-"
"let me be your man for the night."
michael's lip kissed the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver at the contact of his gentle mannerisms, tone and words. you couldn't hold an argument long with him. whether that was because he was persuasive or insistent, or both, you weren't sure. but god, he was sexy with whatever he was doing.
he knew how to tamper with you.
you had always find him so beautiful, in and out, and what a man he was for you. everything in all the right spots and it got you going. as he had felt the same for you. and quite the predicament, a few words got you into the position you are in now...
your thighs falling over his broad shoulders, pretty eyelashes looking at you through lowered eyelids, hair all pretty as if he'd gotten it done just to impress you. his cock messily, and desperately pumping in and out of you. michael loved it, the intimacy of needing sex with you to have a baby. the thought of it was drawn out perfectly in his mind, how his- no, you and his baby would look.
"come on, cum, momma..the mother of my children, god."
"so, so in love with you. need more of you to love i can't do it."
your mouth would hang off his while he rode his cock into you, nipping down hard on his lower lip and talking to you through closed teeth. he spilt praises and words altogether in messy sentences.
his shoulders completely enveloped you here to prevent you from going anywhere, legs planted firmly on the bed to keep a consistent pace going to make the two of you feel good. wanting to become one, fuse together with you. that wasn't possible, so baby-making was his next best option..
you didn't contribute much, just periodically readjusting your grip on his face and meeting eyes with him during violent gasps for air. michael loved the sight and soaked up every bit of your distressed state.
much of your neck was pink of him sucking on the sides of your throat.
near his high, he leaned forward and pecked the corners of your mouth, and drooling in place. he rode you through the high, holding your hips in place for a faster pace on his lap. as you came, he begged for your hand in marriage, promising he'd be your perfect ideal husband..
guess you'd be having the next pregnancy announcement party.
summary: pt. 2 of my last work, sexual and explicit themes. not suitable for minors!
the end of michael's fingertips crept in the opening between two buttons of his velvet-colored button up shirt, unfastening the first three out to loosen the cloth on his chest. the shirt fell a bit, not hugging his throat and now exposing his collarbones. his brown skin was near glistening due to the sweat that previously glued his skin to his shirt- now shimmering beautifully in your view. your eyes stood idle, and eyebrows pinched together in this view for so long that you had to remind yourself to blink a few times, and especially to look to the side momentarily.
alike his sweaty chest, his hair was wet and messily strung all across his forehead and curls falling over his shoulders. michael's lower lip stuck out, pouting like some sort of desperate puppy in need of their owner's attention. you noticed every facial expression and read it just as well, your head tilting to the side almost to hide away from recognizing it all. you'd always been this way, nothing he'd done went unnoticed by you. you watched him like a hawk and he knew it.
so, it went as no surprise when he silently pleaded with you, and furrowing his eyebrows together under a desperate glare. michael's thumbs ran circles into your cheeks, pushing and pulling your lips. palms in which were flat on each of your face, moved down to your shoulders in which to, whether it was purposeful or not, keep you pinned against the sofa. your own pulled his face back down against yours, connecting your mouths together again and sharing communication between murmurs.
michael hummed, making sure it felt good on your end. and to which you hummed back in reassurance.
what was innocent at first led to open-mouthed kisses. he'd tilt his face, and you'd match his movement where his tongue licked over your teeth and mouth all over just right. his warm tongue passed over yours from time to time- slipping under and over to reassure himself that he wouldn't leave a bit of it untouched. sharing spit gradually became messy, spilling from your connecting lips- your mouths some sort of tube of transportation to exchange salvia.
sometime during this, your fingers dug into the area where his neck met his shoulders and stroked that area of skin up and down for a while.
michael's lips gradually left your mouth, guiding your head towards the moonlight where he could see your features clearly. he left your head tilted, where you had to peek at him from the side till he dipped his head toward the other side of your face, where your face wasn't exposed, and pecked at your throat four or five times- and of course, you immediately gasped at the contact and your first instinct was to jump out of his grasp. though he held you tight there and sucked your flesh till it was pink. your legs danced underneath his body, shaking out some of that hopeless feeling you were experiencing. his advances weren't rough, but extremely confident in a seductive way.
"where are you going, baby?" michael teased you, leaning his body down to creep one of his legs between the two of yours to keep your thighs apart.
"michael, come on" you managed to breathlessly gasp out, his huffy moan breathing down your neck and it didn't help that his voice vibrated down against your sensitive flushed skin.
his hands pulled your hips down to meet his, rubbing up just enough where your hip indents, down to your upper thigh. "i need loving, momma."
his fingers looped around your waistband, tugging it open enough where cold air seeped through then releasing. eventually, he undid your pants buttons, unzipping the remaining restraint for some lead way.
gradually enough of his teasing led to two fingers sinking in and out of your seeping pussy, his teeth nipping down on his bottom lip each time he'd push the length of his fingers back inside. after enough in and out teases, he kept a decent pace, mouth falling agape at how you responded. your hips bucked up into his touch, encouraging his advances and head tilted up and to the side. his sloppy kisses to your throat now cold from the air against the wet skin now.
michael's lips pressed hot, and tongue acquainted kissed to the shell of your ear- whispering sweet nothings to you throughout his work. spewing on about how the two of you would marry, and spend the rest of your days alongside eachother and make love everyday. your brain began to loosen after a while, and you couldn't keep up with his rambling after a while and drifted off to the enjoyment of his tone of voice and pumping digits.
"marry me." he whispered, then kissed.
"make me a father." he whispered, then kissed.
"or i can make you a mother." he whispered, then kissed.
"come on, let's play mommy and daddy." and then, you couldn't remember what followed after that.
you could only recall the ending in which he hugged you close to his chest, talking you through your violently thrusting hips into his draining, pumping and soaked fingers- whilst you mindlessly begged to be let loose and cum whilst cradled in his arms and body.
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