Bi-sexual Girlfriend/Wife x Michael Imagines
Personally, I think he wouldn't mind at all. No possession, no making her choose, just acceptance and maybe a threesome but i hate the bisexual wife trope so nah.
Using Lena as inspo for this, should I incorporate it in Rock With You? Might do it for Camille and Sasha later this week.
Skipped Dangerous + History Era + Invincible Era but I can absolutely spin the block on those eras if yall like these mini blurbs!
🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Happy Pride🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
It happened one night, dancing out in Studio 54, glitter covering her from head to toe, curiosity guiding her through the crowd. He saw how free she felt, how the music moved through her body, how she admired everyone’s outfit with close attention to detail.
She came across a beautiful dark brown woman, hair cut low, eyes hidden behind shades, and a purple-painted smile dancing across her lips.
The woman leaned down toward Lena, whispering something close to her ear that made her giggle and blush all at once. Michael watched with curious eyes, taking in the way her fingers brushed Lena’s bare shoulder, left exposed by the shimmering gold tube top she wore. It caught the club lights every time she moved, paired with high-waisted dark denim that hugged her hips and platform heels that made her legs look even longer. Glitter dusted her collarbones, her arms, even the soft curve of her cheek, sparkling as she laughed.
Before long, the purple-lipped woman walked over with Lena toward him, Lena obviously giddy as she gently held the woman’s hand.
“Hey, baby, do you know who this is? This is Grace Jones!”
Grace gave him a wave before he stood up to hug her.
“Nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Michael.”
“I know. I was just telling your beautiful girlfriend here how great she looked on that dance floor. You’re a lucky man.”
Lena stood by blushing, her face flushed from Grace’s words.
“Oh, trust me, I know it. She’s the most beautiful girl in this world to me.”
“To many! Anyway, congratulations on the album…and the girlfriend. Lena, it was a pleasure meeting you,” Grace purred before giving her two cheek kisses, followed by a quick peck on the lips, leaving her mark on Lena, who was still taking the whole moment in.
Michael laughed at her shock, pulling her into his lap and lightly wiping the purple from her lips with a smile.
“I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you more. Got men and women after my girl.”
“Did that just happen to me? Did Grace Jones just give me a kiss?”
“Yes, she sure did. And you seemed to like it.”
“Can’t say I hated it, but if we’re being honest…” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “The only person I want to kiss and go home with is right here.”
She leaned in for a kiss that woke something up in him. Coming back up for air, she smiled at him sweetly before settling down beside him.
He placed a kiss on her cheek and pulled her closer, not out of possession, but because he loved having her close.
“Did I ever tell y’all about the time Grace tried to take my woman from me?”
The studio erupted with laughter during a much-needed break, the room loose with half-empty coffee cups, lyric sheets, and the warm hum of equipment that had been running for hours.
“Say what now?” someone asked from the couch.
Michael laughed, leaning back in his chair with that easy grin he got whenever the memory still managed to surprise him. “Yeah…it was a few years back in New York. We were dancing at 54, and Grace put her hands on my girl. Had Lena blushing and giggling like she forgot I was even there.” He shook his head, still amused by it. “Then she did the smoothest thing ever. Kissed her on both cheeks, then right on the lips. I sat there stuck for a good minute.”
Quincy leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “So what did you do?”
“Man, what could I do?” Michael said, laughing breezily. “I said goodbye, and Lena told me she didn’t hate it, but I was the only one she wanted to kiss and go home with.”
The room filled with whistles and teasing groans, but Michael only smiled wider, softer now.
“Three years later,” he said, his voice lowering with affection, “she’s still the one I kiss and go home to.”
Later that night, when dawn began creeping into the room, Lena was still awake, tucked against the pillows with her latest poetry find, The Dream of a Common Language by Adrienne Rich, open in her lap. She wore one of Michael’s shirts, the soft cotton slipping off one shoulder, her curls slightly frizzed from sleep she hadn’t quite found yet. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of pages and the distant sound of the city beginning to wake.
Michael looked over at her from the edge of the bed, tired but smiling. “You haven’t been able to put that book down since you got it. It must be good.”
Lena held the book against her chest and sighed like the words had taken up space beneath her ribs. “Baby, the way she writes about life and sex and love and want is so good.”
He smiled at her happiness, leaning over to give her a kiss before beginning to undress for bed. “Yeah?”
“Did you know she came out as a lesbian before this book was published?” Lena asked, her voice gentle but thoughtful. “So these love poems are about women.”
Michael paused only for a second, then shrugged softly. “Love is universal. It doesn’t know color, gender, or anything like that.”
Lena watched him for a moment, touched by how simply he said it.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “It’s just beautiful to know people can have feelings for one another like that. Especially woman to woman.”
Michael turned to look at her fully then. She was backlit by the pale wash of moonlight, her face bare and soft, her eyes full of warmth for him. But her hands shook a little as she closed the book, fingers lingering over the cover as if she wasn’t quite ready to let the feeling go.
“What’s up, Lee?” he asked, his voice tender. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”
“I know, baby.” She smiled tiredly, but it wavered. “I just…reading these poems had me thinking about how much I love you. How deeply I love you. And how so many people aren’t able to love who they want that deeply because of other people’s hatefulness.”
Tears started to prick at her eyes. Michael moved closer without hesitation, sitting beside her and brushing them away with his thumbs before kissing her cheeks.
“Some people can be stupid and evil,” he said softly, “but love will find a way. Always. And until then, we can do whatever we can to make people feel loved and protected.”
Lena leaned into his touch, breathing through the emotion until her shoulders eased. “You’re right.”
He kissed her temple, lingering there.
“Let’s look into some charities that help gay and lesbian communities this week,” she said. “See what we can do.”
“Anything you want, Lee. Anything.” His hand slipped gently over hers. “I love you, girl.”
Lena smiled through what was left of her tears, squeezing his fingers. “I’m crazy about you, boy.”
“You gotta lean into her more, baby,” Lena called from the edge of the rehearsal floor. “You’re not convincing me you want her bad. You’re convincing me you think she’s cute.”
A few dancers laughed, and Michael turned toward her with one eyebrow lifted, sweat glistening along his temple, his black rehearsal shirt clinging to him from another run-through.
“It is,” Lena said, already walking toward Tatiana.
She moved with easy confidence in a pair of tight jeans that hugged her hips and a cropped shirt that showed a flash of stomach every time she lifted her arms. Her curls were pulled back loosely, a few strands falling around her face, and there was something in the way she crossed the floor that made the room shift its attention toward her.
Lena stopped in front of Tatiana, her smile soft but daring. “Do you mind if I show him?”
Tatiana’s eyes flicked over her for a brief second before she smiled. “Not at all.”
That little pause was enough to make Michael’s mouth twitch. Lena turned and pointed toward him. “Cue the music.”
Michael shook his head, amused, but did as she asked.
As the beat came in, Lena stepped into Tatiana’s space like she belonged there. She didn’t grab at her but touched her with intention, one hand sliding to Tatiana’s waist, the other settling at her hip with a delicate pressure that was almost tender, almost teasing.
Tatiana followed her immediately, and the room seemed to narrow around them. Lena moved with her like she had been born into the routine, every step clean, every turn sharp, every shift of her hips hitting the rhythm with surprising precision. She knew the choreography from weeks of sitting in rehearsals, watching Michael and Tatiana work through the section again and again, but knowing it and performing it were two different things.
And Lena performed it. She mouthed the lyrics with a confidence that made Michael go still, her eyes locked on Tatiana’s like the rest of the studio had disappeared. Her hand drifted from Tatiana’s waist to the small of her back, guiding her closer. Tatiana’s smile widened, playful and a little caught off guard, but she didn’t pull away.
If anything, she leaned into it. The dancers started murmuring, delighted.
Lena’s hips snapped with fierce control, her body rolling into the movement with a heat that made the choreography look less like blocking and more like seduction. When Tatiana turned, Lena caught her smoothly, fingers splayed against her stomach for half a beat before sliding back to her waist. Their faces came close, breath mingling, Lena’s smile slow and knowing as she angled her head just enough to make the moment linger.
Michael watched from near the speakers, arms crossed now, the amusement fading into something sharper, fascination. Like he was seeing a side of Lena she usually kept tucked away unless she wanted to make a point.
Toward the end of the section, Lena spun Tatiana out, then snapped her back against her body, their hips meeting in perfect time with the beat. Tatiana’s laugh caught in her throat as Lena held her there, one hand firm at her waist, the other brushing lightly along her arm.
Then Lena leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.
Dancers shouted, clapped, and whistled as Lena pulled back with a grin, attempting Michael’s infamous lower-lip bite and smile. It wasn’t exactly like his, but it was close enough to send the whole room into louder laughter.
Tatiana touched her fingers to her lips, laughing as she shook her head. “Okay, I see what you mean.”
Lena gave a little bow, then walked back over to Michael with a smirk that said everything before she even opened her mouth.
Michael stared at her, eyebrow raised. “You wanna take my job?”
“No, baby.” She stopped in front of him, still a little breathless, eyes bright with mischief. “But that’s what you need to do on stage.”
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Kiss included?”
Lena looked back at Tatiana, then at him, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him suffer.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Maybe.”
Then she winked and walked away but Michael didn’t even give her three steps before he ran after her, catching her around the waist and lifting her off the floor while she laughed, loud and breathless, the whole rehearsal room cheering around them.
✨ Mature Era, 2025 — 🥹🥺AU I think this was the most fun to imagine and write. I think he would have been on Instagram live and trying to dance on Tiktok, comments limited because you know but still trying to have fun.
“Baby, I hate using this phone,” Michael pouted, holding it out like it had personally offended him. “Call one of our kids to come help me.”
Lena looked up from the couch and shook her head, laughing. “Babygirl, come help your father, please. You know he’s hopeless with technology sometimes.”
Their twenty-four year old daughter came bouncing down the stairs a few seconds later, already laughing at the sight of him squinting at the screen, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.
“Dad, it’s simple,” she said, gently pushing him back into the chair. “Lean back and stop acting like you’re ancient.”
Lena laughed as their daughter fixed the tripod, adjusted the lighting, and set the phone in place. She crossed the room slowly, her lavender curls catching the afternoon light, a few soft grays peeking through at the roots. Her warm cinnamon skin was still sun-kissed from the last vacation she and Michael had taken, and she looked comfortable, loved, and completely at home in herself.
She leaned down and kissed Michael on the forehead, he immediately lifted his chin, silently asking for more. Lena smiled and kissed his lips instead.
Their daughter groaned. “You guys are so in love still. It’s sickening.”
“That’s how you and your siblings got here,” Michael said proudly. “Us being in love and—”
Lena’s hand flew over his mouth before he could finish, because she knew that look. He was two seconds away from telling their child exactly who had been conceived where and why it mattered.
“Baby,” Lena said sweetly, “how about we don’t traumatize our child before your Instagram Live?”
Their daughter pointed at her. “Thank you.”
A few minutes later, Lena and Michael sat together in frame, close enough that their shoulders touched. Their daughter stayed nearby, arms folded, ready to rescue them from any technical disasters.
The comments started flying almost immediately.
Michael, any new music coming out?
My mom said they’ve been together since Off the Wall.
Lena, your hair color is so pretty!
Oh, is that your daughter? Tell her we said hi!
Is it true that Lena kissed Tatiana during the Bad tour?
Lena, how could you cheat on the King of Pop?!
Michael leaned closer to the screen, brows furrowing as he tried to keep up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why am I seeing people say Lena cheated?”
Lena remained completely unbothered. At this point in their marriage, she was used to rumors about affairs, breakups, secret children, alien children, and at least one headline that had claimed she moved to Paris to become a painter.
“When would I have had the time?” Lena asked calmly. “Between writing, raising kids, and water balloon fights with Applehead, I simply didn’t have the energy or desire.”
Their daughter looked down at her own phone, scrolling through the comments. “Oh. Apparently Mom kissed Tatiana during the Bad tour rehearsal?”
Michael and Lena looked at each other, then both of them burst out laughing.
Not polite laughter either. Real, deep, ridiculous laughter that had Lena leaning into his shoulder while Michael covered his face.
“Oh, that!” Michael said, still laughing. “Yeah, Lee is a regular flirt. Called herself showing me how to be sensual on stage.”
“You were moving around her like you were scared,” Lena said, pointing at him.
“Lee, we were newly engaged!”
“Exactly. You needed to show people why I said yes.”
Michael laughed harder, his hand landing on her knee as he shook his head. “See? This is what I’ve been dealing with for almost fifty years.”
“I do,” he admitted easily, looking at her with that soft, familiar expression that still made her feel like the room had gone quiet. “But yeah, Lena here? She’s always had everybody captivated. That smile, those eyes, that laugh. Men, women, and what’s that word, babygirl?”
“Non-binary,” their daughter said.
“Yeah, non-binary,” Michael repeated carefully. “No matter the gender, people have always been drawn to Lena.”
Lena looked over at him, her heart softening at the warmth in his voice. After all those years, he still spoke about her like she was the best thing he had ever seen.
“But he never had to worry,” she said, reaching for his hand. “And he still doesn’t. My heart belongs fully to him and him alone.”
Michael squeezed her fingers. “And mine to her.”
Their daughter glanced up from the comments. “But Mom is absolutely bisexual coded.”
The room went silent for one beat.
Then Lena threw her head back and laughed while Michael looked at their daughter with his hand tucked under his chin, amused and completely unsurprised.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “She told me that in ’88.”
Their daughter gasped. “Mom, you never told me that!”
“My first kiss was literally with a girl,” Lena said, shrugging as if this was obvious information everyone should have known. “And yes, I’m very attracted to women. Women are gorgeous, funny, smart, soft, powerful…” She sighed dreamily. “Just wow.”
Their daughter covered her face. “Oh my God.”
Lena reached out and touched her hand. “Sorry, babygirl. We can talk more about it later.”
Their daughter narrowed her eyes at Michael, suddenly connecting pieces in her head. “Wait. Dad, is that why you were serving feathered bangs and wispy locks in the late ’90s? To help with Mommy’s bi panic?”
Michael blinked. “Bi panic?”
Lena covered her mouth, already laughing.
“You kids and y’all phrases nowadays,” he said, shaking his head. “I wore my hair like that because…” He paused, looking at Lena. “Well, because Lee, you did suggest it.”
Lena’s cheeks warmed, the memory clearly flashing across her face. “I just thought you would look very pretty with your hair like that.”
Their daughter pointed between them. “See? Sickening.”
Michael leaned toward Lena, laughing softly before kissing her. “Almost fifty years later, and I’m still crazy about you, girl.”
Lena smiled against his lips. “I love you too, boy.”
After one more quick kiss, Michael turned back toward the camera, trying to regain control of a Live that had absolutely slipped away from him.
“But yeah, Lena being bisexual is the worst-kept secret,” he said. “She’s been involved with several initiatives to help her community for years. Back in ’82, she was reading this book by a lesbian author and got so moved by it that she wanted us to be more intentional about supporting the gay and lesbian community.”
“Daddy,” their daughter cut in gently, “you can say queer community.”
Michael blinked. “That’s not a slur anymore?”
Lena and their daughter immediately started laughing again, and Michael looked between them, still confused but smiling because they were smiling.
“Well, I’m learning,” he said, lifting his hands in surrender. “Y’all gotta keep me updated.”
Lena leaned into his side, still amused, still glowing. “That’s why we keep you around.”
“For love,” she said and Michael’s face softened instantly.
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