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━━ JUST MARRIED .ᐟ .✦ ݁ ᝰ.ᐟ

━━ SUNSHINE .ᐟ .✦ ݁

━━ SWEET THING (sunshine part 2) .ᐟ ᝰ.ᐟ .✦ ݁

━━ TAKE TWO .ᐟ .✦ ݁˖

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[mjsangell]

━━ SWEET THING .ᐟ ⋆ ⋆

─── ᨳଓ .──── ♡wc: 3.6k

otw!michael jackson x f!reader

synopsis ★: You dont know what you and Micheal are yet.. (part 2 of SUNSHINE)

cw: fluff and heavy smut, first time, softdom!michael, praise kink, heavy kissing, oral sex, marking, porn with plot, unprotected sex creampie, overstimulation

authors note: i hope you enjoyy, not spell checked!!

Sleepovers at Hayvenhurst were usually completely normal.

You've been to their home everyday for years, even to sleepover. La Toya would call and invite you over, Janet would insist on staying awake all night listening to The Beatles on repeat, Rebbie would attempt to keep everyone under control and fail obviously, and by midnight the living room would be covered in blankets, magazines, empty bowls of popcorn and spilled soda and nail polish that Joe would definitely yell at you for later. It had always been that way.

Which was exactly why you had no idea why you were suddenly so nervous. Actually, you did know. It was Michael. A month ago, you would've been excited about the sleepover and nothing more. You would've thrown some clothes into a bag, grabbed a hairbrush and headed over without thinking. But Now? Now, you were standing in front of your bedroom mirror for the third time in fifteen minutes, staring at your hair, body and makeup. You frowned at your reflection, very upset. At the point of going into tears, you brush your hair again and change into your pajamas. It hugged tight against your frame, atleast one thing made you look good and didn’t seem ridiculous.

They were simple yet teasing. A soft ivory camisole with delicate lace trimming the neckline and matching shorts that sat comfortably against your hips. The silky material felt cool against your skin, light enough for a sleepover but cute enough that you'd spent far too long twirling in the mirror, again. Thinking about Michael's reaction makes you bit your nails nervously, until you snap out of it. You immediately rolled your eyes at yourself and grabbed your overnight bag.

Walking back into your bedroom, you remember the way your stomach had twisted when Michael followed you inside. The way he'd smiled at you. The way you'd been teasing him then and kissing him hungrily the next. Yet somehow things had only become more complicated since then. Not in a bad way, that you cant look each other the same. You couldn't last being apart. Since the kiss, which was a month ago, you and Michael had no choice but to finds chances to be alone together. When you were supposed to help Rebbie and Janet with fashion help, instead you sneaked off to his room, using the excuse of needing the toilet, and had a serious makeout because you hadn’t touched in hours.

However, during all this Michael has yet to ask you the big question. To be his. The two of you had simply carried on sneaking off without actually labelling each other, which was honestly a little annoying.

You loved Michael, its obvious. Painfully obvious and unless you were completely insane, Michael loved you too. Nobody would be so dependant on anothers love or sweetch touch, neither would they spend their nights when you weren't there to talk hours on the phone without actually liking you.

You sat down on the edge of your bed with your small overnight bag lay open beside you, packed with everything you needed, except a solution to your current boy issue. You fell backwards onto the mattress with a long groan, overthinking and defeated. What exactly were you supposed to call whatever the hell was happening between you and Michael?

Close friends? Hell no. Friends didn't sneak away from home to spend any time they could talking alone. Friends didn't kiss... Most friends didn't kiss. Right? You were just getting annoyed now. You bury your face into a pillow, then realise you were going to be late and run out the door. As you basically run down to reach their street you think, maybe he was your boyfriend? Was he really though? Because if Michael was your boyfriend, he had forgotten a very important step.

Actually asking you. That's it, your going to find out tonight.

You make it and walk down the street toward Hayvenhurst with your bag swinging on your shoulder, your mind looping back to the same moment over and over again no matter how much you try to push it away. When the house finally comes into view you stop for a brief second at the massive gate just to breathe properly before continuing, your hand tightening slightly around your bag strap as you push it open and walk up the path. You let yourself in without knocking like always, stepping straight into the echoing hallway where loud sounds immediately spill toward you from the living room, voices layered over each other in that familiar noisy way that tells you the girls are already mid-conversation about something completely silly. When you reach the doorway, all three of them turn at the same time, Janet the first to react with a grin as she leans forward slightly, “Finally, you’re here, you're always late."

La Toya glances at you like she is judging you but clearly isn’t serious about it, “We were literally about to start without you.” Rebbie just smiles softly from the sofa, “You alright, you look upset?”

You drop your bag by the side of the sofa and crouch down to start unfolding your sleeping bag, just giving your hands something to do while you settle into the space.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you say casually, too casually, before glancing around the room and adding, “Where’s Michael, then?” without really thinking about how obvious it sounds. Janet barely looks away from the TV when she answers, “Upstairs I think, probably reading that stupid storybook again.”

You hit her shoulder, "The storybook isn't stupid, leave him alone." She frowns and grumbles complaining, "Why are you asking anyway?" You ignored her and stuff your mouth with popcorn instead of answering and stare at the screen. You settle onto your sleeping bag as the movie finally gets chosen, the girls still debating until it lands on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which Janet accepts like she has won something anyway, and soon the room settles, everyone getting comfortable. You pull a blanket over your legs, grab some chips, and try to focus on the screen as the film starts, La Toya commenting quietly about something in the opening while Janet immediately reacts estatic about her favourite actress.

A few minutes later you take a handful of popcorn without thinking, distracted by the film but it turns out to be drier than expected and it catches in your throat almost instantly, forcing you to lean forward slightly as you cough into your hand, trying not to make it a big deal. “Damn, you okay?” Janet asks from the sofa, and you quickly wave her off, “Yeah I’m fine, just went down the wrong way,” before standing up with your drink already in mind, “I’m just gonna grab a coke, I’ll be back.” The living room noise fades behind you as you walk into the kitchen, the space quieter and the fridge humming softly as you open it and lean in to grab a drink, focusing on the cold bottle in your hand as you shut the door again. As you straighten up, you hear a voice from behind you. “Really?”

You turn slightly, immediately startled, and Michael is sitting on the counter like it is the most normal thing in the world, one leg bent, shoulders relaxed, watching you like he has been there longer than you realised. “Michael!” you say quickly, hand tightening around your drink, “You scared me.”

His eyes stay on you for a second before he answers, “You always say that,” like it is something he has heard too many times to be surprised by anymore. You huff quietly, still recovering, “Because you keep doing it,” before glancing down at your drink and then back up at him, suddenly way more aware of everything at once, including the fact he is just sitting there looking at you like that. “You’re enjoying the movie?” he asks after a minute. “It’s fine,” you reply, “I was choking on popcorn anyway, so I came to get a drink.” He lets out a slight laugh before he slides off and corners you against that same fridge. "What're you doing?" He wraps his hands around your hips and nuzzled into your neck, smelling your scent, making you clench your things. "God, you look so good, sunshine."

Michael lips start sucking on your neck causing you to moan softly as you feel his hardness against you, "Jesus, Mikey." He stops and looks at your face, and resting his hand on your cheek and you lean into it, then he pulls you into him and kisses you, hard. The warm sensation of you touching makes you pull him closer, you drop the can and it rolls across the marble floor with a bang. Not caring, your hands trace around his neck to his chest and you moan into it. His hands slither down to your lower back before making its way to your ass, squeezing it then holding your leg up. Footsteps disrupt your moment and you both pull back and look over.

Michael grumbles as you push him away, as Janet enters the kitchen looking for you.

"Where the hell have you been, you've missed like half the movie!" She asks staring between the both of you confused. Michael just smiles at you and gives you the dropped can then walks back upstairs, practically skipping. "Whats that about?" Janet asks again. "I dunno.." You smirk, walking back with her to go back to watching the film.

After Janet interrupted the two of you in the kitchen she practically herded you back into the living room. Janet remained just as invested in Breakfast at Tiffany's as she had been from the beginning, commenting on almost every scene whether anyone asked her to or not, while La Toya argued with half of her opinions simply because she enjoyed getting a reaction out of her. Rebbie occasionally tried to keep the conversation on track whenever it drifted too far away from the movie, though she usually ended up laughing along with everyone else before giving up entirely. You honestly tried to focus on the screen, you really did, but every few minutes your thoughts drifted somewhere else. One moment you would be following the story, and the next you would find yourself replaying the kitchen in your head for what felt like the hundredth time.

Eventually the film ended and nobody seemed particularly interested in finding something else to watch. The television was switched off, leaving only the warm glow of a lamp in the corner of the room, and the atmosphere becomes quieter. Rebbie was the first to begin drifting off, her responses becoming slower and less frequent until she eventually stopped answering altogether. La Toya lasted longer but not by much, her eyes growing heavier with every passing minute until she finally curled up beneath her blanket and gave in. Even Janet, despite her determination to stay awake until sunrise, eventually ran out of energy. Before long the room fell silent. You lay on your back staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft sound of everyone breathing around you while moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains and painted pale shapes across the floor. No matter how many times you closed your eyes, your thoughts always circled back to Michael. You found yourself wondering what he was doing upstairs. Whether he had fallen asleep already. Whether he had been thinking about the kitchen as much as you had.

Rolling onto your side, you glanced around the room. Janet was completely asleep, one arm hanging off the sofa. La Toya was buried so deeply beneath her blanket that only the top of her head was visible, while Rebbie had not moved in nearly an hour. The sight should have reassured you enough to settle down and go to sleep yourself.

You remained where you were for another ten minutes, trying to convince yourself that going upstairs would be ridiculous. Every sensible part of your brain reminded you that it was late, that you would see Michael in the morning anyway, and that there was absolutely no reason to wander through the house in the middle of the night looking for him.

You pushed your blanket aside and sat up, making sure nobody woke up, you stood and slipped quietly out of the living room, easing the door behind you until only a narrow gap remained. The house felt completely different at this hour. The laughter that had filled every room earlier was gone, replaced by a comfortable silence that wrapped itself around everything. Your footsteps sounded strangely loud as you crossed the hallway and reached the staircase, then turning to his bedroom door. "Mikey.. you up?" You call out.

The moment you heard his voice from the other side of the door, you turn the knob and enter. At least he was awake. If he had been asleep, you probably would have stood there staring at the door for a few seconds before awkwardly creeping back downstairs and pretending this entire idea had never happened.

Michael was sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book open in front of him, though from the way his attention immediately shifted toward you, it was obvious he had not been concentrating on it very much. For a second, neither of you said anything. You remained by the door with one hand still resting on the handle while he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as though he was trying to work out whether you were actually standing there or whether he had imagined it. Then a small smile appeared on his face, the kind that always seemed to arrive before he could stop it.

“I thought you'd be asleep by now.”

You quietly shut the door behind you before turning back towards him.

“I could say the exact same thing to you.”

Michael glanced down at the book in his lap and then back up at you. “I tried. It didn't work.” A laugh escaped you as you moved further into the room. “Glad to know I'm not the only one. The chair by his desk was closer, but for some reason sitting all the way over there felt strange, so after a moment's hesitation you perched yourself carefully on the edge of his bed instead. The mattress dipped slightly beneath your weight and neither of you acknowledged how close you suddenly were.

You found yourself staring down at your hands while absent-mindedly tracing a loose thread on the blanket beneath you, fully aware that Michael was watching you think. “You've got that look again,” he said quietly.

You glanced up. “What look?”

“The one where you're thinking so hard I can practically hear it.” Despite how you felt, you laughed. “I've just been thinking about something.” He smirks as he drags you over to him by the headboard, "The kiss, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile faded almost immediately as the question returned to the front of your mind. It had been bothering you for weeks now, lingering somewhere in the background every time the two of you were together, and suddenly the silence of his room felt like the perfect place to finally say it out loud. “Do you ever think about us?”

Michael pauses then looks at you confused. "Yes, all the time, why?" You sigh, "So, why haven't you asked me to be your girlfriend, yet? For a moment, he simply stared at you, his mouth opening slightly before closing again as though every response he came up with sounded wrong the second it reached his brain. It was almost impressive. Michael Jackson, the same person who could stand in front of thousands of people without blinking, yet one simple question had rendered him completely speechless. You watched the panic flicker across his face and immediately had to fight back a smile.

"Oh my God," you laughed quietly. "You really don't have an answer, do you?"

"I do have an answer." He laughs "Tell me then.."

He sighs shakily then speaks, "I've wanted to ask you for weeks, but never found the right moment. I thought it'll make this all more uncomfortable., especially when we have to sneak around to be together." You smile then grab the book he was reading and drop it on the floor. "Hey!" Michael protested. "Shush.." You straddle him and began kissing him while grinding simultaneously, creating a pooling heat between both of your areas.

He moans as the friction increases against his now hard-on. "God.." He hugs you around your waist kissing you. You whimper too, a growing need for him intensifying. "Ahh, Mike, I need you.." He looks at you, hands trace every curve. "But.." You hush him. "I know.. we'll learn together."

Climbing off him, you slide off you lace pajamas you spent so much time deciding to wear just for it to end of on the floor for your first time. Michael bites his lips trying to hold back, his eyes practically begging to touch you wherever. You slide off your underwear aswell, now fully naked in front of the boy you loved. He stands and touches you.

He whispers, "I wanna make you feel good, sunshine." As he kisses your neck down to your smooth body, leaving marks on your collarbone and breasts. Dragging him back to the bed, you straddle him again and he looks at you not knowing what to do. "You wanna make me feel good, huh?" He nods. "Then come do this for me, staring at his fingers then wet pussy, covered in slick.

He shivers, unable to move and overall shocked, not knowing where to start either. You took his right hand and lifted it. You placed his palm firmly against the damp slick covering your pussy. He gasps, a sharp, startled sound.

“Touch,” you remind him.

His fingers trembled against you.

“So warm… so… wet…”

“That’s for you,” you said, holding his wrist, “All night restless, that’s what the thought of you did to me.” Then you guided two of his long, elegant fingers inside of you. He was good with his hands; he had a rhythm like no other, skilled and precise.

He went perfectly still. His eyes widened, the dark pools swallowing the light from the nightlight.

He was still feeling the intimate, velvet clutch of your body.

“Ohh…,” he whimpered, the sound pulled from his soul.

“Curve your fingers for me baby..,” you breathed, your own composure fraying. “Like you’re reaching for my core.” He listens; a slow, deliberate flexion. The pad of his middle finger found a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. A low, throaty moan tore from you.

“Fuuuckk—!”

The sound shattered his last restraint. A deep, guttural groan echoed in his chest. He began to move his fingers, it wasn’t really with skill, just a frantic curiosity. In and out, curling, exploring. The tops of his fingers were softly pressing against your G-spot. 

Then, you start pulling at his belt, pulling his pajama pants down, exposing his pulsing dick through his boxers. " w-wait, i'm-" before he can finish you grab his cock with your hands, teasing him with your entrance.

You push his cock all the way inside you. making both you and him moan. your walls clench desperately around his thick cock. he was filling you just right, hitting just the right spot deep inside you. he's whimpering as the sensation is too good, he's never felt anything this pleasuring. his hips are thrusting by themselves.

You thrust hard, making him moan like a girl. his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. "fuck michael...you're so big, baby" then you start thrusting in sync, softly.

michael was a mess. the pleasure had completely overwhelmed him by now, making him forget all about being shy. he was moaning, whimpering, trembling, all of it - completely unable to keep himself under control.

"Baby, im gonna- again-" he cries out. that was fast, you think to yourself. suddenly you stop thrusting. a desperate sound escaped him immediately. his hips instinctively lifted, chasing the sensation he'd just lost. "w-wait why did you-" not even letting him finish, you start thrusting again, the rest of his sentence dissolved into another moan. you keep on thrusting. as michaels breathing hard and moaning, though he's trying to hold his voice back . his hands found your hips again, holding on tightly. Eventually, you have to cover his mouth with your hands himself beforeyou both get caught.

"Sunshine, im gonna cu-" he tries to say with the most desperate voice you've heard tonight. you stopped again. a drawn-out whine left him. "please.." he breathed, "please, don't stop. please." he looks like he's just about to sob with how much he wanted it, his body reacting on its own as he struggled to stay still.

then, with one particularly hard thrust, it hit you. your entire body shook. a wave of pleasure crashed through you so suddenly that it stole the breath from your lungs. every muscle tensed as your body spasmed uncontrollably.

the sensation seemed to push michael over the edge too. the moment he felt your reaction, he completely lost what little self control he had left. a desperate whimper escaped, as he followed right after you. you feel his cock pulse as he cums inside you.

Neither of you could do anything except cling to each other while the aftershocks rolled through your bodies. both of you were trembling. shaking. trying to process the intensity of what had just happened. Michael looked completely overwhelmed. his face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and he still looked like he couldn't quite believe any of this had actually happened.

"Will you be my girlfriend..?"

"Are you serious, Michael?.."

He looks at you pleading, making your heart flutter slightly.

"Yes, yes of course i will, mikey." You kiss.

© 𝗆𝗃𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗅 .ᐟ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄!

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[mjsangell]

━━ TAKE TWO .ᐟ ✮⋆˙

─── ᨳଓ .──── ♡wc: 2k

thriller!michael x f!reader .ᐟㅤ

synopsis★: you and micheal on the set of thriller shooting the music video

cw★: fluff and flirting

authors note★: hope you like this fic, your basically ola ray (the girl in the mv) while shooting Michael's thriller music video .✦ ݁˖

YOU still couldn't believe you were here.

A week ago, you were just another actress going to auditions around LA. Now, you were standing on a film set surrounded by cameras, crew members and people rushing around shouting instructions and whatnot.

You were about to film with THE Michael Jackson.

You shuffle nervously through your bag, looking for the small mirror you'd thrown in before leaving the house to check how you look.

"Excuse me..."

A soft voice made you jump. You turned around a little too quickly, almost dropping your purse in the process.

Michael stood in front of you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his red jacket. For a second, your mind went completely shut down and heart stopped.

A small, nervous smile crossed his face.

"Hi... um, I'm Michael."

You stared at him. Who wouldn't know his name?

"Oh my God..." Realising you'd said that out loud, you quickly covered your mouth.

"I mean—sorry! It's just... it's really nice to meet you."

He let out a quiet chuckle. "It's nice to meet you too."

You smiled, finally finding your words after being unable to basically open your mouth to speak. "Thank you for choosing me to work with you.."

A small awkward smile spread across his face. "I didn't."

You blinked, becoming a bit flushed from embarrassment. "W-what?"

"I mean..." he laughed nervously, fixing his styled, curly hair. "I wasn't the one who picked the cast, not even my co-star." "My manager does that."

"Oh.."

You look down at your shoes, mentally replaying the last thirty seconds and wishing the ground would swallow you whole and remove you from existence like, quick time.

"But..." He interrupts. You look back up, a little humiliated. "I'm glad they did."

Michael touches your shoulder. "I look forward to working with you."

For a second, both of you just stared at each other. Before either of you could say anything else, someone across the set shouts Michael's name.

"Michael! Five minutes!"

He glanced over before looking back at you.

"I guess we should get going to shooting this thing."

You nodded, trying to act normal even though your heart was beating a mile a minute trying not to pass out. You just spoke to Michael.. and completely embarrassed yourself.

The two of you started walking across the lot together.

"So..." Michael muttered while straightening his jacket. "Have you done any music videos like this before?"

You giggle nervously, Michael is literally talking to you. "To be honest, this is my first one."

"Mine too."

You stopped and looked at him.

"Really?, Michael Jackson hasn't done something?"

Michael smirked and starts laughing so hard, hes grabbing his stomach.

It took him a while to relax and continue talking, "Well.. i mean my first one with zombies, silly."

You chuckle softy too, "Oh okay.."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Michael's mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he just adjusted his jacket. "Well... I've gotta go rehearse this dance, its quite literally the point we're all here." He jokes.

You nodded. "Bye, Michael.."

He took a few steps away before suddenly turning back around.

"It was really nice meeting you."

Before you could answer, someone called his name again. "Michael! Come on!" He gave you one last warm smile before jogging over to the rest of the crew and director.

Your eyes follow him leaving before you quietly cover your face with your hands.

"Oh, my God... i need help"

You've been sat in this chair for hair and makeup for a while, you feel like drifting to sleep. Snapping back to life when someone shoves a brush on your cheek. You look at yourself then start messing with your costume anxiously.

A woman smiles at you through the lighted mirror. "You, nervous?"

"A little bit.." You stared at yourself in the mirror. "Okay, I lied.. I feel like im about to puke."

She continues to apply your makeup, lashes and eyeliner on you, while you both chat away about past experiences and overall just getting to know each other, which did make you feel a bit bettter and more confident.

Before she asks, "So.. you met Michael, yet?"

You think back to your awkward and yet super embarrassing moment with him, shattering your first impression with him. "I mean, I did but.."

She paused for a second, setting her brush down before grabbing some hair curlers. "But?... how'd it go?" You groaned.

"Horrible. Only word to describe that disaster.."

She lifted you head back to put in the last curler before putting you under the hair dryer and sitting on a chair by you. "What happened..?"

"I embarrassed myself in front of him, really badly." She looks puzzled. "You sure? Michael seemed pretty happy when he came for touch up."

Your head turns to her, "What?"

She turns your head back under the dryer. "Dont move. I mean.." "He did come in here with the biggest grin." You frowned and rolled your eyes.

"No, he didn't."

"He did." She laughed. "Trust me, I've worked with him longgg enough to know." You looked back at your reflection as she pulls off the hair curlers and fluffs up the ends. "I think you're talking about somebody else."

"I think everyone knows who Michael Jackson is, boo." You couldn't help but laugh.

"I guess that's true." The woman smiled to herself, going back to her products and cleaning up.

"But trust me... I haven't seen him smile like that all morning."

You look for your camera to take some pictures, but someone just had to knock on the trailer door.

Opening the door a crew member with a notepad. "They're ready for the first scene."

Your stomach dropped, you wanted to puke now..

The crew hurried around, making last-minute fixes on props and lighting while you stood awkwardly near the set, trying your best not to look out of place or stupid. You decide to walk around and get a better look at everything so you dont mess up positioning when the cameras are actually running, barely taken a few steps before a crew member rushed past you carrying a bundle of cables.

"Oh! Sorry—"

Your heel caught on the edge of the pavement. You stumble forward.

For a second, you were convinced you were about to land facefirst in front of everyone. Instead, someone caught you, squeezing your eyes shut praying its not who you think. Please don't be Michael. Please don't be Michael.

Slowly, you looked up.

Dark curls, big brown eyes, the bright red jacket. Of course it just had to be Michael.

You mumbled a quiet, "Sorry," before quickly stepping away from him, wishing you could evaporate. Great.

Twice.

You'd managed to embarrass yourself twice in one day.

You'd barely taken a few steps when the director's voice echoed across the set.

"Alright, places everyone!"

Ignoring what just happened even though its wayy more awkward, the two of you start walking towards your beginning marks together. A crew member stepped in, straightening the collar of his jacket before adjusting the bow in your hair.

The director glanced between the two of you then boomed through the megaphone.

"Okay, listen up! This is just the opening scene. You two have just come out of the movies, blah blah blah. You're young, you're having fun, joking around. Nice and relaxed bit of romantic tension here and there, alright? I don't want actingI want it to look real, proper chemistry."

You glanced at Michael. He locked eyes with you. You both instantly look away.

He pointed further down the street set.

"You'll start there, walk to the truck, then stop when I call cut."

A few crew members quickly hurried out of the shot.

The cameras rolled into position.

"Quiet, please."

You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember everything you'd just been told. Beside you, Michael shifted slightly almost sensing how you felt.

"You’ll be awesome, okay?"

You looked up.

"...I hope so." You blush slightly and he notices, doing the same.

"Rolling!"

The entire set fell silent.

"Action."

The two of you started walking down the little street set, the bright lights and cameras somehow making everything feel even more nerve-wracking.

Michael looked over at you, waiting for his cue.

"It's only a movie."

You tried to remember your line.

"It's not funny."

"So, you were scared, weren't you?"

"I wasn't that scared."

"Yeah, you were scared."

He let out the small laugh he'd practised earlier.

You looked at him.

For a minute, you forgot you were acting.

He was already looking back at you. A smile escaped before you could stop it. Then you started laughing. You quickly covered your mouth.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry—"

Michael couldn't help it either. He looked away, trying to hold back his twitching face, but it was no use. The two of you were standing in the middle of the set laughing while the cameras were still rolling. A few crew members started chuckling. Finally, the director lowered his megaphone.

"...Cut."

Neither of you noticed, still trying to relax.

" I SAID CUT!"

You immediately stopped laughing.

"I'm so sorry!" you blurt out.

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to smile at you.

"Sorry..."

After that the next few weeks of filming were honestly a complete mess.

Someone was always missing their mark, the cameras kept having to be reset and the opening scene alone took more takes than anyone could imagine. At a point, the director threatened to remove the scene all together if you didn't act seriously.

After a while though, it stopped feeling like work with Mikey. Yeah, Mikey.. you've reached nickname basis with him. Between waiting around for set change, getting your makeup touched up every few hours and sitting in those aggravating trailer chairs rewatching clips, you and Michael somehow always ended up talking for ages.

Just tiny things, your favourite movies, music, places you'd bee but eventually you'd chat away about literally literally anything just to pass the time. The behind-the-scenes cameras were everywhere too. Someone was always taking recording moments for the promotion videos for the album.

You started noticing small, cute things he'd do for you.

How he'd always include you in group conversations, run lines with you when you feel unprepared which made your heart flutter. He noticed things too.

One afternoon while makeup was fixing your hair, you caught him looking at you through the mirror. The second you noticed, he looked away, smiling to himself.

"What?" you laughed.

He scratched his neck looking around, suddenly looking interested in literally anything else. "Nothing..."

You raised an eyebrow kinda annoyed.

"Michael."

He let out a small laugh.

"I just... I think you look really pretty today."

You felt your face getting hot.

"In all this?" You looked down at the costume letting out a soft giggle. "It's just wardrobe, Mikey."

He shook his head. "No... I mean you.. without all the fake stuff."

The last day of filming came around, the final scenes went by surprisingly quickly. Every now and then, someone would pull the two of you aside for another promotional photo or a few seconds of behind-the-scenes footage. The set was still as busy as when you first started, with crew members carrying lights across the street set, makeup artists rushing between trailers and someone constantly shouting for one last retake. The fog machines had been running since early that morning, leaving everything covered in a thin mist.

By the time the director finally shouted, "That's a wrap!" the entire set broke into applause. People started packing equipment away, saying their goodbyes and thanking each other for the past few weeks. You hugged a few of the makeup artists and hair stylers, waved goodbye to some of the crew and picked up your bag, taking one last look around.

You weren't ready to leave. Especially, leave Michael.

Just as you turned to go, you heard someone behind you.

"Hey...?"

You turn back.

Michael was standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

"You leaving already?"

You smiled.

"Well everyone else is.."

"Oh."

He looked down at the ground, lightly kicking at a loose pebble before looking back up.

"I was... um..." You waited.

"I was wondering..." He stopped, letting out a small nervous laugh.

"If maybe... you'd want to go out sometime?"

You blinked. Michael looked away, almost embarrassed.

"It's okay if you don't want to, I just thought that maybe since we've been working together and I think you're really-"

You smiled. "Pretty?, im guessing?" "I'd love to, Michael."

He stopped rambling. "Seriously?"

You nodded.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Really."

Thank you so much for reading.. hope youu loved it ❤️

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[mjsangell]

━━ SUNSHINE .ᐟ ⋆ ⋆

─── ᨳଓ .──── ♡wc: 1.2k

otw!michael jackson x flreader

synopsis ★: micheal has the biggest obsession with you, but your his sisters bsf..

cw: fluff (kissing at the end)

authors note : this is my first ever fluff mj fanfic so please be kind! - .✦ ݁˖

Michael didn't even know where this obsession with you came from.

It starts from when you first came to the Jackson house with his sister. You were LaToya's pretty best friend. You'd been around the Jackson house for so long that everyone had gotten used to seeing you. Between coming over for school projects, shopping trips and random afternoons spent with La Toya, you'd somehow become part of the Jacksons.

At first, Michael never thought much of it.

But as time went on, he started noticing you more than he probably should.

He'd catch himself looking for you whenever LaToya mentioned your name. If he knew you were coming over, he'd suddenly find himself hanging around the house instead of disappearing into his room, writing lyrics as usual. Sometimes he'd even think about you for no reason at all.

He didn't understand it.

You were just his sister's best friend.

At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself.

His brothers, however, saw right through him.

The way he'd go quiet whenever you walked into the room. The way his face would light up the second he heard your voice. He'd pretend not to look at you, only to glance over a few seconds later. Michael thought he was hiding it well.

He wasn't. I mean, he had every reason, you were sweet and soft spoken, and you'd play his board games when no one wanted to even letting him win occasionally. He'd share his new song lyrics and asf for your opinion, which were very important to him. Defended him when arguing with his brothers. You were perfect. Like a ray of sunshine. .✦ ݁˖

Now it was a lazy afternoon at the Jackson house.

The pool was loud with splashing and water everywhere, sunlight reflecting off the water.

LaToya and Janet were sitting at the edge, flipping through fashion magazines you brought them, talking about clothes and new music.

The boys were in the pool, pushing each other underwater and fighting, splashing, dunking each other underwater, voices overlapping, making so much noise as usual. It made you giggle.

You were lying back on the pool chair in a yellow checkered bikini you bought at the mall while out with LaToya. Sun shining on your body, you're trying to chill before getting splashed by water. Again.

You lean up on your elbows and look over at them, annoyed.

"Guys, I'm trying to relax..?"

They apologise before going back to their wrestling.

You shook your head a little and leaned back again.

Marlon pushed himself up a bit in the water, resting his arms on the edge.

"Why don't you girls get in?"

LaToya groans before standing and getting in. You walk towards the edge of the pool, then bent over to feel the pool temperature.

Michael stared eagerly as you were giving him the perfect view of your boobs. Making his head almost explode.

You’re in the water, drifting a little closer to LaToya while everyone’s still talking and messing around. Jermaine swims over and starts talking to you, a bit flirty in that teasing way of his, staying a little too close.

“You always look this good, or is it just when I’m tryin' to talk to you?”

You laugh softly, then smile, "I always look like this, Jermaine.."

“I see why La Toya keeps you around, you’re cute."

Michael notices immediately, even if he’s trying not to, he ends up going quiet at the other end of the pool, watching with that tight jaw like he’s pretending he doesn’t care but absolutely does, especially because Jermaine clearly knows what he’s doing, pushing it just enough to get a reaction out of him, and Tito notices it too, glancing between them before saying something.

“You gonna do something or what?" "He’s over there all on your girl,” a bit louder than he means it, and Michael immediately snaps low, scared you've heard. “Will you keep your voice down!?” not even looking at him properly, but obviously you heard everything and look over Jermaine and see Michael covering his face, embarrassed.

You smirk then turn and get out of the pool, saying you’re going for orange juice, but as you walk over to the glass slide door, you glance back to Michael, and he’s already watching you, and after a second, he gets out too and follows you inside without saying anything.

You're both now in the kitchen by the counter. You turn slightly, looking at him like “You really said keep your voice down?” laughing at him because you heard everything, and he just goes a bit still, like he was exposed.

You step closer, smile a little softer now, and go “You’re acting like I didn’t always know you liked me anyway.”

He paused. "Wait, you knew?"

"You're not very good at hiding things, Michael." He laughs under his breath and stares at you properly, taking in how good you look and how he wants you so bad.

"You're staring, Mike." You take a sip of your orange juice.

He snaps back to reality. "Huh.. what."

"Just kiss me already." Michael freezes. "W-what?"

"God.. Fine." You drop your drink, grab his shoulders and pull him into you, your lips touching. He gasps but moans into the kiss. Wrapping his hands around your hips as he holds you tighter, and you dangling your arms around his neck. Michael kisses you back deeply, softly squeezing your hips, then lowering to your ass. Your hands tangle in his curly, damp hair, touching down the back of his head to his shoulder before you pull back, smiling while Mike is trying to catch his breath.

“Thought you said keep your voice down,” and he can’t even answer properly, he shakes his head a bit and locks eyes with you. Before you both head back out to the pool like nothing happened.

Thank you for readinggg, this is my first ever fluff fic so I hope It's okayy. Ive got a masterlist up now for future mj fics and please comment if you wanna be added to a taglist! This has been in my drafts for a while as it took a while. 🌟 pls send requesttss

- mjsangel .✦ ݁˖

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[mjsangell]

━━ JUST MARRIED .ᐟㅤ♡ྀི ₊

(18+, smut, mdni) otw!michael jackson x f!reader

synopsis ˙⋆✮ : micheal suprises you by spending your honeymoon in disney world together!

cw: fluff nd smut, fingering (f!receiving), praise kink, teasing, size kink, dirty talk, established relationship, soft dom!michael ˙⋆✮

authors note ˙⋆✮: this is my first ever mj fanfic so please be kind! — ᨳଓ .

YOU AND MICHAEL had been on the road for ages. Recently just married, Michael was surprising you with this secret honeymoon destination. He knew you hated not knowing where you were going, yet he refused to tell you. After being in the limo for hours, the sun glaring in your face just makes you even more frustrated. You groan, and Michael looks over to you. "Are you alright, baby?" You pout. "Im tireddd, Mikey" He smiles and rubs your thigh, then kisses your temple. "I know, but it'll be worth it." Worth it? If you are not out of this car in the next 30 minutes, you're gonna kill somebody. "Are you even going to tell me where we're going yet?"

"I can't ruin the surprise." He smiled. "I promise you'll love it though, angel"

A few minutes later, the limo slowly came to a stop. You look over at Michael. "We're here?" He smiled and got out the car, before coming to open your door. He stops you before you could get out. "What now, Michael?" You ask clearly impatient. "Close your eyes for me." "You can't be serious. "Come on, please, pretty?"

Looking at his pleading eyes, you caved, shutting your eyes. He took your hand, guiding you out of the car. Walking a few steps, while holding your waist tightly, his touch still having such an lingering effect on you. "Baby, you know I hate surprises." "I know," he said quietly. "Just trust me."

He guided you forward for a few seconds before stopping.

"Okay..." His hands finally let you go. "You can open them now, baby."

"Surprise."

You froze.

Right in front of you was the huge Disney World entrance. For a second, you just stood there, completely speechless. Michael's smile started to fade a little. "...You don't like it?"

You turned to look at him. "Are you serious?!"

Before he could answer, you throw your arms around him, nearly tackling him to the floor.

"Oh my God, Michael!" You hugged him as tight as you could, covering his face in quick little kisses and screaming while he laughed and started blushing.

"I can't believe you brought me to Disney!" "I was starting to think you hated it."

You pulled back just enough to look at him.

"Hate it?, this is the best surprise ever!"

The two of you spent the next few hours wandering around the park together. Michael somehow convinced to pull you into every little gift shop you walked past, even insisting that you both should buy the classic matching Mickey and Minnie ears. You giggle. "Anything for you, Mikey." He'd laugh at how you would scream on rides and cling to him, shaking. He got so excited when he saw Mickey, making you take plenty of pictures. "Baby, this is the 10th picture I've taken." "Just one more, please?" You ended up taking around 40 because Michael spotted Goofy and went running. You went on plenty of rides, but Peter Pan's Flight was easily Michael's favourite, and after getting off, he somehow convinced you to go on it multiple times until you got irritated by the replaying music.

The sun is setting by the time you both sit down and relax. Sat in the perfect spot, faced towards the castle. Head resting on his shoulder, you smile at the view, admiring your ring as it glimmers in the sun's remaining light. "You love it?" "Of course I do, Mikey" You sit up as the fireworks are shot into the air. "Wow, look", Michael points at the exploding colours in the sky. You look at first, then your eyes shift back to Michael. You cup his cheek, turning his face toward yours before pressing your lips to his. His shoulders soften as he leans into the kiss. You wrap your hands around his neck, and he moans at your touch. He holds your hips as you devour each other's mouths before you pull back.

Released from each other's touch, it's obvious he enjoyed that by the growing bulge in his poor jeans. Michael is still breathing heavily before slowly realising what happened and covering his face, embarrassed. "Im so sorry.." You suppress your laughter, pitting him. "I'm your wife, angel face." "It's normal."

You rub your palm on his arousal. He groans. "W-wait, let's go to the- ahh room first." You start kissing his neck as he bursts up standing before it escalates.

Michael had an even bigger surprise, which he didn't even warn you about. He'd reserved the biggest room suite in Disney for just the two of you. It was stunning gold and marble tables and a glittering chandelier. You almost cried before Michael calmed you down. Now he's in the bedroom waiting on you, as you decided to give him his own 'surprise'. "You almost done yet, pretty?"

You stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing down the soft white fabric, nervous for your husband's reaction. The babydoll dress was something you bought a while back to wear for this exact moment. Delicate lace covered the top, with tiny embroidered flowers and a small satin bow resting in the centre and soft ruffled layers. You eventually looked up to see his approval. He held back a groan. "God.."

"What?" your fingers anxiously fidgeting with the hem of the top. He blinked a couple of times before a shy smile spread across his face. "You look... beautiful."

With a new rush of confidence, you stepped over the bed and sat on the edge. Looking at him with those alluring eyes, practically begging him. "Baby.." You open your legs slowly and reach your fingers into your panties, touching your wet folds. "Help me..?"

He practically crawls to your knees, then leaves kisses, moving upwards to your panties.

The lace panties now cling to your wet spot as he gets closer to the clit.

He stares up at you before he shifts it to the side. Sliding his mouth onto your clit, sucking you slowly yet greedily. "Oh fuuck.. mikey.." He sneakily slides his long fingers inside you and curls them, making you jolt and grip his head.

"God.. Yes!" "You're doing so good, baby.."

You grind against his mouth, speeding up your pace, feeling that sense of warmth gather in your abdomen. Suddenly, Michael pulls away from you. "Whyd you stop..?" He licks his wet fingers coated in your sweet juices then pulls you onto the bed, he lies against the headboard, then pats his knee. You obediently straddle him, your wet cunt on top of his hard dick. He felt your pussy convulsing against the fabric of his pjs. "Michael, please.." You didn't even know what you were asking for, you just needed him. Now.

"My pretty girl hungry to be stuffed, huh?" You groan at his words, eventually closing in to kiss him, his hands snaking their way to your arched back and ass. Rough. Hungry. His kiss restricted your breathing. “I need you..”

Michael's hands trace down your soft body before he slides down his pants to release his aching cock, its tip slicked with pre-cum.

Grabbing your hips, Michael hesitates at first, but after reading your desperate look, he slides himself inside of you. You gasp loudly as you sink onto him. “Fuck, Mikey!” He very slowly slid in the remaining inches. "You're so big, Mikey.." Still gasping, your head lying on his chest, before he decides to start thrusting into you. "You feel so good inside, so tight f'me”, he groaned with every single thrust. “I can't stop, you feel too good.." He leans down to suck on your flushed nipples and roll one between his slender fingers while still gripping your hip with his left.

As he thrusts a few more times, rubs you clit making you twitch, he then hits your G-spot that makes you come undone instantly. Your body falls onto his chest as you feel yourself cum around his dick. Your legs give out and dangle slightly as Michael continues to drive into you, riding out your high. As you tighten around his it drives him forward towards his release."Fuck..I can't hold back anymore." He rams faster into you, your whimpers and moans filling the room. "Mikey inside me.. please", He feels like he's about to burst. "Inside?" "You wanna be a mommy, yeah?.." "Yes! fill me up, please.."

Michael cums inside you, filling you up with his warm seed.

You both lie there for a while trying to catch you breath as Michael just stares at your cute face.

He looks at you with deep desire. God, he's so happy he married you.

Kissing your cheek, "I love you so much, angel"

"I love you too, Mikey.."

thank you so much for reading, I know its not the best but eventually ill get better. Ive always wanted to write tumblr fics but never really had the confidence, Im not a super creative person either so this took my a while to make, spell checking and reading tumblr writing tips 😭 pls request as i literally have no idea what td next

thank you againnn <3

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