New request from the amazing :
Request : Heyyyyy! Could you maybe write one where reader sees Michael with his short curly hair for the first time (HIStory era/MTV vmas 😩) and it’s an instant turn on. Michael doesn’t understand what’s happening at first but catches on quickly and teases reader relentlessly pretty pleaaaaaase!
Content and small warning: MJ HIStory era/MTV VMAS, Reader Y/N, starstruck, fashination, teasing, turn on, teasing, soft smut, maybe pinning from MJ to Y/N?
Summer just finished but the atmosphere smelled like sand and sea, salty, bitter, warm and cozy enough to make this summer night even more special. Y/N took her place in the crowd, first line row exactly in the middle seat, there was her name. She wasn't a star, oh no. She was a serial entrepreneur owning plenty of her businesses. From fashion line industry creator to charities but no one knew about that one. Collaborating with famous fashion lines and Hollywood industry, common and famous people knew her only by her first name, Y/N. A silky mystery with a smell of black roses mixed with musk and sandalwood coated with vanilla and bergamond for lighter tones, her parfum was presenting her as a powerful and graceful strong force that people couldn't bare to talk to her for over 2 minutes. Her aura was so strong and captivating that people around her were mezmerized by her looks, making them stutter and stumble on their words. But that dress she wore.... A silky red wine color maxi dress... Could drive any man crazy and indeed was driving them crazy that night. Complementing her hourglass figure. her long hair falling like waterfall on her back, she didn't overdo it with her make up, kept it simple but her lips stand out the most. Matched the color of her dress...
Giving quick interviews and answers to paparazzis here and there, it was finally time for the invitees to take their seats at the Radio City Music Hall in New York City. Finding her seat and sitting comfortably the show finally started. Artists cameup on the stage, presenting their shows but she was unamused. Boring representantion of the fabulous songs along with scrubby costumes and bad choreographies, who could blame her though? Thirty minutes of pure boredom shows, endless presentations and few awards later, the room slowly dim the lights and fell into darkness. Only a single soft light appeared from the ceiling of the stage creating a circle on the stage floor.
Sound of steps echoed all over the hall...
A known airy figure walked almost floating on the stage.
Slim, strong and steady...
"To those who love to live in dangerously this one is for you..."
He spoke in a mysterious way as backup dancers approached him to dress him in black tuxedo, placing his favorite black fedora hat, carefully stretching his arms to fit into the jacket, the soundtrack of James Bond played all over the room like James Bond himself would appeared. But oh my, Michael was a better fit for the role... Dancers were jumping up and down, here and there giving Michael plenty of time to adjust to the clothes, and then....
The dancer who was covering Michael's appearance, felt by fake bullets followed by the other dancers as well, and there he was... Standing all by himself, light came up and enlight the whole stage, placing the main light on the star of the show. He looked like a person who could truly play James Bond in his own way, short black curls, breathtaking appearance and such magnetic charm even the audience, males and females kept screaming in excitement and adoration towards the King of Pop. Yet.. Yet his eyes fell right across the seating arrangment line, exactly right in front of him...
He thought to himself smirking like a devilish charmer and started the choreography, yet underneath the fedora hat his eyes were looking at her... The mysterious Lady in Red... He knew she was looking at him. He could feel her eyes caressing his body, like a feather that touches the wind...
Beginning to say the intro of Dangerous, he took few steps snapping his fingers through the lyrics, he fixed his eyes on the stanger woman across the stage...
"The way she came into the place,
I knew right then and there
There was something different about this girl..."
Pointing with a nod towards Y/N, she felt her heart pounding fast in the her chest making her cheeks flushy blush underneath the already make up covered face of hers, but he could see her quick inhales and exhales she made as he dance and wiggling his head towards the end of the stage, only a few feet away from the crowd, then BAM!!! A dancer raiced both feet and arms on air, like he got a real kick, Michael run his fingers on his belt line and with a smooth move he placed his hand in his trouser, desperately wanting to control his semi hardness not to become bigger due to the fact that he was a gentleman but terribly turned on by that lady, continuing singing, still snapping his fingers along the rythm between the lines:
"The way she moved her hair, her face, her lines..."
Raising his right hand and grabbing his lower abs with his left, like he used to touch his metalic belt on the late 80s in Bad era, he knew that this movement could make any woman faint or go crazy...
I could feel the aura of her presence
Every head turned feeling passion and lust..."
Y/N caught her self biting slightly her lower lip and on the inside area made it bleed a bit.. She couldn't understand why Michael had this affect on her, but she never met any man who could thrill her like that... He kept on dancing, never taking his burning eyes off her presence and kept doing his number. On the second chorus of
"The girl was persuasive,
the girl I could not trust"
Grabbing his crotch to avoid again the bad mouthing of journalists of him having an erection during the previous movements of shaking his pelvis in a very sensual way, almost like showing her how he would love to do with her right that moment, he enjoyed teasing her soooo baaaaad..... He could spot almost a drop of sweat forming at the right side of her neck, Michael wanted to bury his nose there and lick her soft skin with his tongue.... Pointing at her while singing the line
the girl was dangerous..."
A back up dancer approach the lead singer and with fast moves and a fake knife, right that moment that move made a history in Michael's future choreographies.. Mr. Jackson removed the cigarette from the dancer's lips and flip that man over knocking him to the floor. Stepping over him, avoiding to hurt him, he kept on dancing while there was a small mix of Smooth Criminal into the song Dangerous, wanting to point out that Y/N had both of these qualities to him.
Finishing the song by taking the posture of his right hand on the air and his left fingers hang on his belt line, his eyes were covered almost fully by his fedora hat... Michael couldn't wait to meet her on the backstage or at the party, to smell her parfum that was weaken him the whole time. Raising his head a bit his lips formed into a small smirk, then he bite his lower lip and waved goodbye to his fans sending them kisses. For a minute he stopped walking backwards while carefully licking his lips out of breath still looking at the mysterious lady across the room that made him had multiple small accidents, like, causing him to have his flag lifted through almost all of his performances. The crowd got up, applauding loudly towards Michael Jackson and his crew and now was the time to see her full figure.
It was exactly like he imagined it, maybe even way better... Curvy, seductive from head to toes, she was like a violin, feeling the need to need to run his fingers along her strings and play with her...
Giving a deep bow to the audience as his entire stage show time ended, he lifted his head softy up to the crowd he winked at her once more, much quicker this time, before vanishing to the backstage... His mind was trapped into the image of hers, it couldn't leave him in peace after witnessing the enchantress with the capturing eyes staring at him with a seductive way, the crossing of her legs from time to time revealing the muscle lines she has from years of training to maintain that phenomenal body shape of hers and it was that specific movement that was driving him crazy, the pushing of her hair to her back once there were falling in the front, her delicate fingers where tangling in between the hair strips, placing them back to reveal her perfect foxy eyes with her collabones standing out like sharp blades wanting to kiss them so eagerly.
Once the awards ended everybody walked to the bigger hall for the afterparty. There they were, every single musical star, lets say few of them shall we : from Whitney Houston to James Brown, Snoop Dogg, Madonna, Bryan Addams and David Bowie but there were not just singers but also famous actors and actresses like George Clooney, Catherine Zeta Jones and many others who really love to attend to such big events to expand their circle of public relations... Y/N didn't need that. She was always greeted and spoke to from different famous people congradulating her for her big financial support in their movies or shark producers that she knew damn well how to play and manipulate them, tricking them believing that she will give them what they want. But she always had the last word to everything. Nothing was happening without her consent or approval. Even her own lawyers were fearing her mind, that was an endless labyrinth they couldn't get out of it. But.... Her eyes were searching for the slim figure singer with the doe eyes, pouting her lips as he was nowhere to be seen... A dark shadow was way behind her... She felt a pair of eyes following her every step hoping it was him, yet "He maybe went home", she told to herself and escaped to the gardens outside the party to get some fresh air from all the smoke that was trapping her inside that party hall.
Raising her head to the sky, it was cloudless, clear and beautiful. The stars that night were brighter than any other night of the summer that passed, the moon was full snd a nostalgia of something she never had suddenly hit her. Her heart was in vain from losing the one man who made her heart beat fast after years of loneliness and isolation to work and provide for those who were in need. Sitting down to the small carved bench that looked like it came out from a fairytale, small fireflies were flying here and there between the shaped shrubberies and different flowers... Wrapping the pashmina around her shoulders, long musculine fingers assist her to unfold the piece that was wrapped by one string on the left side. Jumping almost scared from the touch on her back, the fendora man was standing there before her.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
His soft gentle voice calmed her instantly and nodded smiling, coughing a bit to clear her throat she sat down again:
"I should be the one apologising Sir. You did nothing wrong..."
"How do you know?" licking his lips slowly to hydrate them from the feeling he had when he was looking at her, fearing the previous thing won't come back to insult her in any way....
"Well if you were to cause me any harm, you wouldn't have touched just my back. Right?"
"And all these rumors that are going around...?"
"I don't... I don't believe in anything..."
"Call it, intuition. I trust my gut. And you are nothing like it."
"Guess we both know each other, don't we?"
Wrapping her pashmina again, Y/N pointed the seat next to her. His steps felt so effortlessly and sat beside her both of them now staring at the moon. They didn't talk for ten whole minutes. But he couldn't let her go, he reach out his hand grabbed her gently tangling his fingers between her.
"Don't mind. I am always like that..."
"For a fiery lady, you are kinda coldish..."
He said it in a funny, childlike way, joking to break the ice between them. He let go of her hand, slipped off his jacket, and gently placed it over her shoulders. Then he stood up and extended his hand to help her to her feet like a true gentleman, offering to take a quiet walk through the garden to warm her up a bit.
As they walked and shared their thoughts, he caught himself more than once fighting the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and protect her.
“You know, Y/N… it’s been a loooong, loooooong, loooooong time since someone made me think about anything besides what’s going on in my own life. Or faced me without feeling like they had to impress me… or like they owed me something just because I’m famous. You make me feel…” He sighed softly. “I don’t even know…”
“What?” she asked gently.
“All the things we’ve talked about—how much you care about this planet the same way I do, the people all over the world… and especially when I learned how many children you’ve helped. Way more than I’ve managed to in all these years. I feel like I know you from… maybe a previous life? It might sound silly, but I won’t hide it. When I saw you sitting in the front row, I felt this sort of feverish pull toward you. And now it’s the same feeling… but mixed with this deep need to protect you. To keep you safe. Do you understand?”
"But why?" Y/N asked softly.
"Because if they see me with you, they'll spin a new story... and I don't want to damage your reputation."
"You don't know me or what I can do with my reputation..."
She smirked, raising her right eyebrow at him in clear challenge. The look made him inhale sharply. He hadn’t expected her to answer like that. The romantic mood between them instantly shifted back into raw lust. Hearing her words, he bit his lower lip and stepped behind her, his eyes locked on the seductive sway of her hips as she moved.
"Never assume what people will say if and when I'm with you. That's my business, Mr. Jackson..."
As she brushed past him to enter the building, he was left standing outside, speechless. Her words had left him open-mouthed, forgetting everything as he stared into space. Quickly pulling himself together, he ran after her. Catching sight of her again from a distance, Y/N blended into the party where people were dancing and drinking. Michael pushed through the crowd to find her. The game of cat and mouse was triggering both players in a very seductive way—him carefully clearing people out of his path, and her looking back at him as he desperately tried to reach her. She kept moving constantly from side to side, making him feel like a hunter.
He loved how she played him so effortlessly. Yet at one moment, a tall stranger cupped her backside. For the very first time in his life, he felt enraged. He pushed the man back, calling him out for harassing her, and grabbed her wrist, placing himself in front of her to defend her. When the man realized who she was with, he took a step back and left as quickly as possible, fearing that no one who messed with Michael Jackson ever defeated him. People knew about the incident with Tupac and Michael. Yet he was well known for his martial skills in Karate and Kung Fu. Just two years earlier, in 1999, Jackson had been awarded an honorary 5th-degree black belt in Karate. Turning around to see her if she was alright, there they were... Face to face, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Her heart began to beat faster. The dress suddenly felt way too tight, as if the oxygen was being sucked from her lungs. She started to panic—she couldn’t stay there any longer. Rushing out of the hall, she headed for the restroom at the end of the hallway, the one no one usually used because it was so far from the other rooms. Running in her wine-red heels, she entered the corridor. Suddenly the lights went out, and her breathing quickened with fear as she felt trapped and scared in the darkness. A hand locked onto her wrist, then another seized her other wrist, pinning her against the cold wall of the dark hallway. Y/N’s ragged inhales and exhales echoed in the silence while the figure—no longer visible in the blackness—maintained his firm grip on both of her wrists and slowly leaned closer. He brought his face near her right ear and whispered...
"Don't fight it, don't hide it..." he whispered.
Exhaling once more, his warm, full lips descended on her neckline, tracing a line of kisses mixed with gentle licks from the tip of his tongue that traveled across her collarbones. Y/N moaned at the skillful mouth. It stopped, and he whispered once more,
"There are no secrets. Make your move. Set me free…"
The familiar scent and low voice gave him away. Their lips clashed in a passionate kiss. He grabbed her right thigh and wrapped it around his waist, their tongues twirling in rhythm with the distant music. The hallway suddenly felt smaller, more intimate. Breaking the kiss to catch their breaths, Y/N ran her fingers through his short curly hair as he rested his forehead against hers. She spoke softly,
"Because if we stay here too long, we're going to end up in jail and all over the press..."
Both of them laughed as they shared another quick kiss. Still half-tangled together, they fixed their clothes and walked toward the entrance of the building where his car was waiting. He opened the door without breaking eye contact with Y/N. They slid inside and sat close, bodies pressed together. He leaned in again, his lips brushing hers as he murmured,
"Till the break of dawn, baby..."
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