𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓭 — Michael Jackson x Black Reader
warnings: possessive/protective undertones, teasing, kissing, body worship references, shy reader, obsessive michael undertones, fluff overload
brief summary: late 80s/early 90s soft domestic Michael. Michael finally brings you to meet the Jackson family for the first time, and everybody immediately notices just how deeply in love with you he is.
“You okay?”
Michael’s voice was soft beside you, gentle enough to calm some of the nervousness twisting around in your stomach.
You nodded quickly even though you definitely were not okay.
Meeting the Jackson family?
That was terrifying.
Especially when you knew exactly how beautiful the women around Michael usually looked. Tiny waists. Model faces. Glamorous.
And then there was you.
Soft stomach. Thick thighs. Full chest. Hips that pressed against the passenger seat every time you shifted nervously.
But Michael looked at you like you were something sacred.
Actually looked at you.
Even now at the red light, he was staring again.
Not in a dirty way.
Just completely gone over you.
“What?” you laughed nervously, smoothing your dress down over your thighs for the fifth time.
“Nothin’,” he mumbled shyly, smiling to himself.
He reached over immediately, fixing one of your curls where it had fallen into your face.
“You look pretty.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
“You already told me that.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Still true.”
Lord.
That man was dangerous.
By the time you pulled up to the house, your hands were sweating.
Michael noticed instantly.
He always noticed instantly.
“Hey,” he whispered, taking your hand before you could pull away. “They’re gonna love you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes I do.”
The confidence in his voice made you blink.
Michael smiled a little, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Because I love you.”
That shut you up fast.
And the worst part?
He said it so naturally.
Like breathing.
Like it was obvious.
The second you walked inside, the house felt alive.
Voices overlapping. Music somewhere in the background. Somebody laughing loudly down the hallway.
Then suddenly all eyes landed on you.
Instinctively, you moved closer to Michael, and immediately his hand slid around your waist protectively.
“It’s okay,” he murmured quietly near your ear.
But he didn’t remove his hand.
Didn’t even loosen it.
If anything, his grip tightened slightly like he wanted everybody to know exactly who you belonged to.
“Oh, she is pretty,” a woman’s voice said warmly.
You turned to see Katherine approaching with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.
And beside her was Janet Jackson, already grinning knowingly.
“You must be the girl he never shuts up about,” Janet teased.
Michael immediately got embarrassed.
“Jan—”
“No, seriously,” Janet continued dramatically. “This man calls everybody talking about ‘she likes this’ and ‘she said that’ and ‘she’s so sweet.’ I said oh brother, he in LOVE love.”
You started laughing before you could stop yourself.
Michael looked horrified.
“Would y’all leave me alone?”
“Oh my God,” Janet laughed. “Look at him blushing.”
Katherine just smiled knowingly at you.
You expected judgment.
Maybe a little awkwardness.
Instead, Katherine gently took your hand.
“Honey, any girl that makes Michael smile this much is welcome here.”
Your entire chest warmed.
And when you looked over at Michael—
He was already staring at you again.
Softly.
Completely.
Like he couldn’t believe you were real.
The rest of the evening blurred into warmth.
Michael barely let you leave his side at first.
Every time somebody new spoke to you, his hand found your waist again.
Or your lower back.
Or your fingers.
Guiding you through rooms.
Pulling you gently beside him.
Checking constantly to make sure you were comfortable.
But slowly, little by little, you relaxed.
Especially once Katherine and Janet pulled you into the kitchen with them.
“Oh, he loves you bad,” Janet said immediately once Michael was out of earshot.
You nearly choked on your drink.
Katherine laughed softly.
“He does look at you very sweetly.”
“He stares,” Janet corrected. “Like all the time.”
You laughed shyly, ducking your head.
“I catch him doing it too.”
“Mhm,” Janet nodded dramatically. “You got him gone.”
And honestly?
Maybe you did.
Because from the living room, Michael’s voice suddenly floated into the kitchen.
“Can y’all stop talkin’ about me?”
Everybody started laughing.
Meanwhile in the living room, Michael’s brothers were making his life miserable.
“Took you long enough to bring her around,” Jackie teased.
“She fine too,” Tito added immediately.
“REAL fine,” Marlon laughed.
Michael rolled his eyes hard.
“Man, shut up.”
“I’m just saying,” Jermaine grinned. “You look sick.”
“What?”
“The way you keep starin’ at that girl. You down bad.”
Michael tried not to smile.
Failed immediately.
Randy leaned back against the couch laughing.
“Mike can’t even think straight around her.”
“And can you even handle all that?” Marlon added teasingly.
Michael’s ears turned red instantly.
“Would you guys stop that?”
The room exploded with laughter.
But even through all the teasing, Michael couldn’t stop glancing toward the kitchen.
Toward you.
And every single time he heard your laugh—
His whole face softened.
Jackie noticed immediately, shaking his head with a grin.
“Oh yeah,” he laughed quietly. “That’s his wife for sure.”
Michael looked down for a second, trying to hide his smile before glancing back toward the kitchen again like he couldn’t help himself.
before he mumbled quietly,
“Hope so.”
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