Synopsis: After seeing a hickey on his older brother, Michael can't help but feel competitive.
Tags/warnings: Jacksons era MJ, set in 1978, Hickey receiving, kissing, dry humping, praise kink—"good boy", submissive Michael, dirty talk, talking him through it, experienced reader, fluff, pet name usage, no use of y/n.
A/N: tysm for 300 followers ily all, now enjoy this freaked out fic <3
Mornings at the Hayvenhurst household buzzed with chaotic energy and activity. The sound of heavy footfall, loud continuous chatter and dishes clattering, always consumed the mornings.
As Jackie and Tito argued over who burnt the pancakes—whilst Marlon and Randy instigated—his two older sisters off doing God knows, Michael sat at the dining table, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him and a half finished glass of orange juice in his right hand listening to little Janet enthusiastically whilst she talked his ears off.
Just as he laughed cheerfully at whatever Janet had said, His brother Jermaine strolls in through the front door with a smug grin on his face.
“What’s got you all chipper this morning, Maine?" Tito questioned making everyone turn their heads towards him.
“This is the smile of a man who got some love last night.” He replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
Janet groaned fake gagging whilst his brothers erupted into loud laughter and whistles, knowing grins plastered their faces as they patted him on the back.
Michael gave a small smile watching the scene unfold, but he refocused his attention on Janet—–he never was one to be interested in sex talk and his brother's manly habits. He believed sex and intimacy was something to be cherished—something to be kept privately between a male and female.
Which is why no matter how many times his brothers tried to pry or be nosey about his and yours relationship, Michael always shooed them off before enjoying you all to himself behind closed doors. He really was the black sheep of his brothers.
Whilst explaining the cross word to Janet, he felt Jermaine’s hands clap his shoulders as he took a seat beside him. “Hey Mike.”
“Hey maine, how you been?”
“Good. How about you and mrs lover girl?”
Michael felt his face grow warm at the mention of you, he always grew shy whenever you were brought up—his brothers never failed to tease him over it.
“She’s good, we’re good– she’s comin over tonight actually.” He replied before adding “How’s you and Hazel?”
“Extremely good as you can tell” Jermaine replied mischievously whilst gesturing to himself with his hands—Michael rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother's cockiness.
“Yeah i can see that maine, whats that?” He asked curiously whilst he nodded his head towards a purplish coloured bruising resting just above Jermaine’s collarbone.
His brother’s grin only grew cockier before he responded. “That, my innocent lil brother, is a hickey.”
Michael blinked confused—completely unaware of the term whilst his two older brothers Jackie and Tito turned around after the conversation caught their attention.
“A hickey?” Mike repeated, testing out the words still not understanding whilst his three older brothers bursted into laughter—he shrank into his seat feeling embarrassed.
“C’mon mike, you know what a hickey is man.” Jackie said expecting Michael to have been joking but when he saw his younger brother avoiding eye contact he stopped laughing “Oh you serious.”
“Mike you mean to tell me you and her still ain’t done nun yet?” Tito inquired.
Even though he didn’t like having his brother's noses in his love life—Michael wasn’t a virgin, but he was still relatively new to it all—only having done anything with you maybe once or twice, which is why the concept of hickeys was still something that was foreign to him.
“I’ve told you guys before, its nun of your business.” He replied, growing irritated by their questioning.
“He still ain’t done nun yet that's why he avoiding the question.” Tito said, making the brothers laugh uncontrollably again whilst Michael sighed shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Don’t worry Mike, when you finally get one of these you’ll become a man.” Jermained laughed whilst he pointed to the hickey on his neck.
Feeling offended by his words his brows furrowed “I am a man Jermaine.”
“Whatever you say Michael.” Jackie responded between laughter.
“Go get a hickey from her and we might take you seriously.” Jermaine remarked sarcastically, trying to stifle his amusement.
“Oh you think i can’t?” Michael retorted, sitting up more straight—starting to feel slightly competitive by their doubt.
The three brothers exchanged amused glances—their reactions speaking for them before Michael scoffed standing up to walk out of the kitchen.
“Watch me.”
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The sound of lips smacking filled Michael's bedroom. His family were fast asleep in their rooms whilst he was up against his headboard holding onto your waist where you straddled his lap, exploring his mouth with your tongue.
You arrived at Hayvenhurst for a sleepover a couple hours ago when you had dinner with the family. Michael had been quiet the entire time, barely talking to his brothers the way he usually would, when dinner was over and the two of you headed up to his bedroom—you barely made it across the room before he started kissing you hungrily.
“Baby– keep it down we can’t be too– loud.” He said between the kisses whilst your fingers caressed his fro, tipping his head back to kiss him deeper.
“You started this Mike, you shouldn’t have started kissing me like that.” You whispered against his lips grinding onto his growing erection through his pajama trousers.
“Angel–” kiss “Angel wait– i-i need to ask you somethin.”
You paused, pulling your head back to look at him. “What's wrong Mikey?”
His eyes flickered away from yours. “Nothing i just…”
“Tell me mike.” You cupped his face forcing him to make eye contact as he exhaled softly.
“What's a hickey?” He asked nervously.
Your eyes widened slightly—expecting anything but that. “A hickey?” You repeated.
“Yeah…a hickey….Jermaine had one when he came home this mornin n they were all teasin me about not knowing.”
He began to explain the comments they made, the way they laughed, and how Jermaine doubted he could ever get one.
Understanding flashed across your face as you started to piece everything together—his silence towards his brothers during dinner and the heated kiss he gave you.
“Well for starters i’m gonna kick their asses for teasing you.”
He cracked a smile, chuckling slightly at your words.
“Don’t worry baby, I'll tell you all there is to know, okay?” You said softly, caressing his cheek with love whilst he nodded looking up at you with those big doe eyes you fell in love with.
“Okay so, a hickey is when a person places their mouth on someones skin, and sucks real hard till it bruises—dont worry though, it feels really good, especially if it's on the neck in a sensitive area of the skin.” You explained whilst Michael listened intently, visualising it whilst you spoke.
“Have you…ever received one?” He asked suddenly feeling shy.
“Yeah baby i have.” You responded.
“Oh..” His tone was mixed with slight jealousy—a rare appearance that always made you turned on whenever it happened.
“Wanna give me one mikey?”
His dick slightly twitched in his pants—which you felt because you were still straddling him—at the seductiveness of your voice.
“I-i…i wouldn’t know how–”
“I can teach you. You want me to teach you baby?”
As if hypnotised by your words he nodded turning into complete jelly at the sound your voice. You smirked before adjusting yourself on his lap, getting yourself comfy again before you placed his hands on your waist to hold.
“Good, now lean into my neck and just start off with soft kisses mikey.” You murmured softly as he hesitantly leaned in but started pressing gentle kisses onto the skin of the right side of your neck.
The sweet smell of your natural skin mixed with Cocoa butter made his tense muscles relax completely as he spread the warm kisses around the area feeling the way your own body melted onto him.
“Mmh that feels good baby, okay now make the kisses a little wetter, add your tongue into it.”
He does as told gently placing his tongue flat before smooching onto the skin, he repeated this about five times as your eyes closed and your bottom lip was folded between your teeth trying not to release a moan that was starting to form in your throat.
Growing slightly confident, he trailed the tongue filled kisses across your neck moving to your left side which had you finally release the small moan you were trying to hold back.
“Does it feel good angel?” Michael muttered against your neck seeking reassurance as you nodded rubbing his back urging him to continue.
“Mhm y-yes baby it does…okay now i want you to suck onto the skin, still making it wet but this time suction your mouth baby.” You instructed softly.
He listened, you felt him readjust his mouth before his lips closed over the area in a sucking motion—instantly, he sucked onto your sweet spot that was just where your pulse was and you moaned again, tipping your head back more for him.
“Oh yes…yes baby you’re doing so well, m’so proud of you.” You spoke lowly, slightly feeling breathless.
Hearing the way your responses start to become breathy, Michael sucked onto your neck with more confidence, his tongue swiping all the areas that triggered more moans from you as you started to grind your hips onto his now completely hard crotch.
Feeling your hips move—it was Michael’s turn to release pleasure filled sounds which he released onto the area he was sucking, his hips bucking upwards as the grip he had on your waist became tighter.
“I love you baby– love making you feel good, I love being good for you.” His hot breath tickling your wet bruised skin as he panted softly against it at the way your clothed core was grinding onto his pajama pants where he was now leaking precum through his boxers.
“I love you too, such a good boy for me Mike, doing so well marking me up—you like marking up your girl hm?”
Michael nodded whilst he groaned against your neck painfully and possessively as he continued to suck on your skin like there was no tomorrow.
“Aht aht, i need your words Mikey.”
“I do! I love marking you up baby—love marking up my pretty girl.” He responded frantically.
Just as he was about to suck on the other side again, you pulled back slightly, lifting his head up—he whined about to protest before you silenced him with a hungry kiss to his lips that he returned gratefully, his tongue wrapped around yours passionately, neither of you caring how loud your kisses were as you deepened it before pulling away with a playful tug at his bottom lip with your teeth.
“How do you like your work, Picasso?” You teased as you tilted your head back allowing Michael to get a full view of the fresh dark prominent hickeys on your brown skin.
His eyes darkened seeing the outcome of his work, once again you felt him twitch beneath you as you pulled your head back forward meeting his gaze with your lustful one.
“You liked that mikey? Like seein me all marked up because of you?” You whispered against his lips with a smirk as he nodded rapidly still staring up at you as if he was in a trance. “y-yes i do.”
You pulled back and he leaned in not wanting to escape your warmth but you rested your palm on his chest creating distance. “Now that I've taught you the principles of a hickey, and how it works….its my turn.”
The excitement that filled your boyfriends wide eyes caused you to chuckle gently as he eagerly gripped your waist again pulling you impossibly closer till you were chest to chest.
“Looks like someone's eager.” You ribbed
“Please, please I need to prove Jermaine wrong—needa wipe that smug grin off his face, all of em.”
Fueled by your own desperation to help your boyfriend succeed, you leaned into his neck—the warm scent of clean skin and faint cologne filled your nostrils before you pressed soft kisses on the area doing the same exact process you taught him—licking his skin gently you smiled against him hearing the way his breath hitched.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel so good.” You whispered before you started sucking on the area.
Michael’s eyes flickered shut as he released a soft shaky moan—so this is what a hickey felt like.
He bit on his bottom lip trying not to moan too loudly but when you started to roll your hips again—resuming your actions from earlier, he buried his face onto your shoulder whilst you moved against him and continued to work your mouth on his skin. You licked it, feeling his pulse quicken against your tongue.
“O-oh that feels so good.” He whimpered, moving his hands to your ass and squeezing a handful—his sudden confidence made you release a surprised sound onto his skin before you continued sucking.
“That’s it baby, grip my ass while i mark you.”
He continued to dry hump with you, neither of you losing the momentum as you panted into his skin grinding your now completely drenched clothed core onto his erect Pajama pants pushing your clit forward and back until you were a moaning mess. You sucked hard onto the skin making sure you left your mark on the very visible area before you released his skin with a pop and switched to the other side.
Just like he did earlier, your mouth immediately found his sweet spot when you moved to his right side—Michael released a quivering moan tipping his head back to give you more access to the skin as you continued to abuse it, slurping and sucking on it whilst your hips moved on their own accord.
"F-fuck mikey you feel so good against me, so perfect and hard for me baby." You praised.
The two of you were now moaning in unison—completely losing yourselves, Michael’s head was thrown back with drool escaping his lips at how good your mouth felt on his neck and how good your pussy felt dry humping him, your spit trickled down his neck as you sucked hungrily over his adams apple.
“Ngh– oh God— oh baby—” Michael was an incoherent mess his words scrambling over each other as he pushed your hips down on him—harder, faster whilst you were your own disaster still latched onto his neck with tears of pleasure rolling down your face.
“A-angel, angel im coming— im com— aghh!”
Michael came hard into his boxers his grip on you deliciously painful as he held you tighter, moving your head you bit onto his shoulder just as your own orgasm crashed through you as well whilst you continued to relentlessly rub your overstimulated clit through your panties onto his crotch before releasing his skin from your mouth with a whiny moan.
After it became too sensitive and too much to handle, your hips gradually slowed down, the two of you panted heavily—both of your eyelids heavy as Michael rubbed your back soothingly with his palm.
“You okay?” His voice low and soft.
“Yeah, you?” You replied as he nodded with a tired smile formed on his lips, his eyes sleepy but filled with love as they stared at you.
You stared back with matched tiredness and infatuation, brushing your thumb against his wet hickeys—a wide smile of pride painted your pretty face.
“Lets get some rest angel face, you got some showing off to do in the morning.”
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The family's loud breakfast morning routine took place as usual, this time Latoya and Rebbie were there to make sure the pancakes weren’t burnt this time, whilst the brothers—marlon, Jermaine, Tito and Jackie sat at the table playing cards above their cereal bowls.
The loud chatter and bickering filled the atmosphere as the late morning sun shone through the sheer floral curtains of the kitchen.
Janet was sat up on the counter completing the crossword Michael had taught her how to do yesterday whilst Randy got on her nerves trying to distract her.
After finishing up the pancakes—Rebbie took the motherly role like always and fixed everyone a plate before she raised her finger and counted everyone in the kitchen then asked. “Where’s Michael?”
As if on cue, the third to last sibling strolled in, his face wearing the same exact expression that his brother had on yesterday.
He took a seat at the table completely ignoring the extremely loud silence that had filled the air along with the heavy weight of eight eyes being directed at him as he took his plate from Rebbie, thanking her.
“Mike…” Latoya trailed off her lips parted in shock at the sight of him.
Ignoring what was on Michael’s skin, was like trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his entire neck was decorated with massive deep purple—almost black, bruises. They covered almost the whole neck skin, around five to six on each side, each one being larger than the other.
Michael finally looked up meeting the shocked eyes of everyone before shrugging. “What?”
His brothers looked between themselves before wide massive smiles plastered their faces and they jumped up rushing to Michael with cheers and laughter, playfully slapping him on the back and jostling him whilst his sisters rolled their eyes resuming what they were doing.
“My man!” Jackie exclaimed proudly, ruffling his afro.
“Ain’t no way.” Marlon’s jaw dropped.
“Mike– you out done me. You actually out done me.” Jermaine said, still shocked but filled with excitement.
“Let me see! Let me see!” Randy tried to pull his head back.
For the next five minutes, his brothers continued to joyfully shove him around, demanding answers to their millions of questions that were being thrown at the speed of light whilst Michael tried to hold in his laugh giving them short responses.
Their game of twenty one questions was interrupted when you’d finally come down from his room, you cleared your throat and leaned against the kitchen’s door frame with your arms crossed wearing one of Michael’s old t-shirts—your brown skinned neck mirroring his own, your curls in a high ponytail to proudly show it off.
Latoya and Rebbie turned to you with knowing grins before his brothers immediately left Michael and rushed to you, they swarmed you with their own shocked questions whilst Michael smiled and watched with a fuzzy feeling inside.
can i ask like michael jackson x fem reader, he comes back after his nose surgery and hes tryna hide it from her but she realises and shes like woah WHAT is going on, shes kinda mad but protectively yk? it can be angsty at the beginning but like supperrrrr fluffy at the end. mb if this is lwk so ass LMAO
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℘ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! reader ~ oneshot (requested)
A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the angel that requested this!! i’m so sorry it took me as long as it did to get to your request i literally only noticed it like 2 days ago im blind asf💀 honestly i leaped for joy at this request bc i’ve been running out of fic ideas so thank you!! and i hope i did your request well🥹 <3 Btw everything said by Joe about michael’s nose was what michael has stated in a interview!! this was not created by my own saying!!
With his head low, Michael sits in the backseat leather of Bill Bray’s Mercedes Benz. His dark sunglasses are pushed up extra high to cover the purple bruising around his eyes, his nose covered and protected in thick bandages.
“You okay son?”
Bill finally breaks the silence after sitting in it for at least 20 minutes. After driving him home from the medical centre, he'd been parked outside for what was starting to feel like forever. Michael was yet to move from his position and get out of the car.
He nods silently, unable to meet his eyes through the rear view mirror as his fingers continue to fidget with each other on his lap
"Whats on your mind?" Bill tries again softly, feeling deep empathy for the young artist who he sees as his own son.
Michael swallows hard as if trying to wash down his anxiety. After years of feeling insecure, having a low self image all mainly stemming from the bullying he endured from Joseph.
"Big nose"
"Ya aint get that nose and looks from me boy"
"Defo got it from ya mamas side"
Michael cringes inside hearing the replay of memories in his mind, and all the painful things that his father has said to him.
Today after weeks of privately having consultations with doctors and privately making this tough decision. Early this morning before sunrise whilst his family in hayvenhurst were still sound asleep, Michael got in Bills car and drove to get his first ever rhinoplasty done.
He was silent and worried because of guilt. Michael knew that he'd love his new nose and he knew it would take away the years of built up insecurities that he had.
But he wasn’t feeling guilty because he regretted what he did to his nose, he felt guilty because in the process of making this decision, he kept it from the most important person in his life. He kept it from someone who had always tried their hardest to kiss away his insecurities, to comfort and reassure him when his father made fun of him, defend him when his family would tease him.
Michael kept this...from you
"My angel....my angels on my mind Bill, i didnt...i didnt tell her."
The revelation weighs heavy in the car, Michael’s weak eyes lift up behind his dark shades to see Bill’s through the rear view mirror thats trained on the steering wheel as if trying to think of the right thing to say.
"You didn't tell her?" He finally responds
Michael shakes his head swallowing back tears behind his glasses
Bills expression softens seeing how hard he's swallowing, he knows the body language, he knows he's upset. Hes seen this side of Michael many times when hes stormed out of the house into his car after an argument with joseph.
"Look son...what's done is done alright? You put yourself first for once. You did this for you and im proud of ya.”
Michael slowly nods at his father like bodyguards words, finding it hard to sniffle his tears due to his sore nose
"Thanks Bill..im just worried y'know? what if i dont look good anymore?, what if she misses the way i looked before and don't wanna be w'me anymore?"
"Michael, from everything i've seen between the two of you, that girl is smitten. She's in love, anyone can see that."
Bill’s words slightly ease some of his anxiety as he looks out of the window to the outside of his family home.
"If anything, her reaction will prove that to you. If she's the right one and who you think she is, no matter how your appearance looks, she'll stick right by you."
After five minutes of getting reassurance and encouragement from Bill, michael thanks him leaning in to give him a hug that always heals the inner child in him before getting out of the car into his home straight to his bedroom where he locks himself in.
That night, michael tosses and turns in his bed his mine racing with thoughts at what your reaction might be. Would you be angry and break up with him? would you be sad and cry? would you be happy? did you secretly hate his old nose? would you love him more now?
He was supposed to see you tomorrow but now after his mind has come up with all the possibilities of what your reaction could be, how was he supposed to confidently see you? gosh he missed you so much it’s been three weeks since he last saw you due to his busy schedule.
But now that he was on his week off, he remembered he had promised you he’d see you as much as he could.
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Standing outside on the doorstep of your small apartment, he adjusts his black surgical mask and large sunglasses, he knows you’re gonna be confused and question it since he never visits you covering his face, but he doesn’t have the courage to fully show you the reason yet. He hopes you’ll understand.
With a shaky hand he presses his slender finger against the doorbell and within 5 seconds the door is flung open in excitement
“Mikey!!— why’ve you got that on your face?”
You chuckle but shake your head passing it off as your boyfriends usual silliness as you jump into his arms hugging him tightly
Michael hugs you back with equal tightness wrapping his large arms around you, burying his face into your neck to breathe in your scent through his mask— the only scent that gives him comfort and peace, the only one that removes his daily overthinking.
You truly were his safety blanket.
“Hi baby” He whispers into your neck pressing small kisses through the mask onto your skin
“Oh baby i’ve missed you so much, let me see your face! i wanna kiss you all over.”
You say with a gentle smile that tugs at his heart as you try to lift his mask
His hands immediately shoot up in defence to grab yours before you can start lifting the fabric
Your smile falters as you blink in confusion at the sudden movement from him
“Michael-”
“Cmon on baby, let’s head inside it’s cold out here” He cuts you off as he grabs your hand gently to enter your apartment
“Okay…come in i’ll make your favourite, freshly squeezed orange juice.” You respond still slightly confused by his actions outside but you brush it off - he’s probably just jet lagged you think.
He sits on the stool at the small kitchen island where you are squeezing a large orange through the juicer.
He’s so silent, more silent than usual, by now he would’ve been talking your ears off about his new song ideas, how lovely the weather was or about the random things that pass through that beautiful mind of his
But instead, he’s sitting on the stool drumming his fingers on his jeans, his gaze is focused on the counter top the large sunglasses and face mask is still concealing his face.
He hasn’t even registered the fact that you’ve placed the juice in front of him
“Mikey?” You call out gently
He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice which makes your expression turn from concern to worry
“Honey is everything okay?” You ask rounding the counter to stand beside him gently placing a warm soothing palm on his back
“Y-yeah no everything’s fine baby sorry i’m just tired that’s all…thank you for the juice my love.”
He says making no move to lift or take his mask off to drink it and still avoiding even turning his head in your direction
“You look real pretty today angel”
He speaks in attempt to change the topic, in reality it was true you looked gorgeous today in your baby blue sundress. He always loved you in blue.
“Well how would you even know baby you’re only seeing me through them dark large shades” You reply with a soft laugh before reaching your fingers forward to try and take at least his glasses off
At this, michael flinches backwards away from your hands making your own hands flinch back themselves.
“Okay michael what the hell is going on? you’re sitting here in a face mask and massive dark glasses and then you flinch whenever i try to take em off!?” You snap in frustrated concern
Seeing his shoulders shrink slightly, your eyes immediately widen before softening
“i…im sorry mike i didnt mean to raise my voice baby im just- im concerned y’know? You never usually act like this.”
Michael remains quiet, his heart breaking inside at the sound of your concerned voice, other than Bill and his mother, you were the only one who he truly believed cared for him.
He knows he shouldn’t be keeping this from you but he hates worrying you, and this new nose job of his? He knew it was going to worry you to death
“It’s okay baby, don’t apologise i just…” He starts off not knowing what to say
“Just what mike? did something happen to your face? did you get into a fight with jermaine again? i swear if he laid a hand on you i’ll-”
Under his mask he cracks a small smile for the first time in hours at the sound of you defending him. You always did, it was why Joseph disliked you because when you were around? joseph knew better than to try insult him.
Which is why his heart pangs in guilt thinking about how disappointed you’re gonna be in him to find out he listened to his father’s mean words, and actually changed his nose.
“No my love, i didn’t get into a fight i promise.”
“Then why are you hiding your face from me baby?” You frown “Did i do something wrong..?”
Did you do something wrong? he could feel his eyes watering at the sadness of your words. He hated making you sad.
“i missed you so much i haven’t seen you in weeks mikey, i just wanna see your handsome face, kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips.”
“No my angel you did nothing wrong…i did something wrong.”
His words make your worry intensify “Mike..what did you do?”
Knowing he can’t continue to hide it from you and you’re going to find out one way or another, he lifts his shaky hands to the arms of the large sunglasses before taking a deep breath and lowering them
The first thing you notice is his swollen deep purple bruised looking eyes with a thick white bandage between them where his nose rests
You gasp at the sight before reaching forward yourself and eagerly pulling off the black surgical mask, the full nose cast and nasal drip pad finally being revealed to you
He watches as your beautiful face scrunches up in horror and shock, the sight making the tears he was holding in start to roll down his cheeks as he looks away from you in shame
“Mike…”
“i-i know, i know i look hideous- you’re angry and you have every right to be-”
“Baby look at me” You cut off his rambling as he turns his head to you slowly, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he’s arrived
Your eyes water gently reaching your fingertips forward to touch his bandaged nose
“I’m sorry…i shouldn’t have kept this from you” His shaky voice says
Memories of the things he’s told you in the past of how Joseph used to bully him with cruel words to make fun of his nose. The nose you loved so much, the nose you kissed every chance you got just to remind Michael of how beautiful he was.
Your concern turns into anger as you step back “Did Joseph make you do this? i’m going down there right now-”
Just as you were about to head to the front door you’re pulled back into his chest his arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder
“N-no no he didn’t just…please don’t go i need you right now.”
His voice makes your heart shatter, you were concerned, worried and angry all in one. But your boyfriend needed you right now. He needed your comfort.
You turn around pulling him down by the back of his neck into your chest as you hug him tightly rubbing his back soothingly with your warm palm, he relaxes into you letting out all the emotions he’s been holding in
“Shh baby it’s okay…it’s okay baby, i’m not mad i’m just confused and worried my love.”
He nods into your neck gently before lifting his head up to look at you, keeping you close with his hands on your waist as if afraid you’ll pull away
“i…i got a rhinoplasty, yesterday morning.” Michael says, coming clean feeling the physical weight lift off of his chest as he tells you everything
“But…why baby? your nose…your nose was perfect.”
He shakes his head smiling sadly “I know you always loved it but..i didn’t like it. Even though joseph always made fun of me for it, i did this for me and nobody else.”
Despite the concern and sadness you feel at his decision, a flicker of pride fills you at the fact that Michael thought of himself for once. Your boyfriend was always selfless, always putting others and their decisions first even if it harmed him. But for once, he has decided to do something that he wants do.
He watches as you slowly nod in understanding, that’s his girl, this was one of the reasons Michael fell in love with you. You were the only one who he could come to and confess the things that deeply worried him and you’d never judge or make him feel worse, you always showed your utmost support.
“Mike…why didn’t you just tell me?”
His eyes soften seeing your almost hurt expression “I’m sorry angel, i guess i just thought that you wouldn’t like me anymore, or you’d think i was pathetic for doing this.”
You scoff softly “Not like you? think you’re pathetic? michael do you think i’m with you because of your outward appearance?”
He doesn’t know what to say, all the girls he was with in the past were only with him for either his fame, family or his looks. You were the first girl to actually be with him without wanting to gain anything.
“Michael i’m with you because of this.” You say resting your palm over his chest where his heart is currently beating fast
Just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you go ahead and say this. His anxiety was wrong. Everything his brain had predicted was wrong. He thought you would ran away and leave him for good the minute he showed you his face but right now you’re staring up at him with the same love in your eyes that’s always been there
“I love you Michael. Nose job or not. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”
Before you can process what happens next, you feel the warmth of Michael’s soft lips on yours as he kisses you with passion cupping the side of your face
You return the kiss with equal measure smiling into it as you caress your thumb against his cheek
When he pulls his lips away he looks down at you with the same handsome smile that makes your insides feel like butterflies
“There he is” You whisper teasingly making him blush shyly “Never be sad again okay angel face? your smile suits you.”
Michael continues to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him— because you were.
“God i love you so much.”
Your face lights up with a smile at his words as you gently kiss his bandaged nose
“I love you more mikey.”
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Sitting together cozied up on your warm couch together by the fire pit, your cheek rests on his chest listening to his now calm and soothing heartbeat
Michael’s anxiety and worries are now long gone, the most important person to him has accepted his new appearance and that’s all he needs to know you’ve got his back forever. Drawing lazy circles on your back and giving your head gentle kisses, he says
“Angel?”
“Hm baby?” You softly respond as you lift your head up to look at him
He looks back down at you caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently
“You think m’gonna look good with my new nose?”
You sit up properly with a smirk “You’re wondering if you michael freaking jackson my boyfriend will look good with his new nose?”
He groans hiding his face in his hands in shyness “stop it” You giggle getting on top of him straddling him to gently remove his hands from his face
“aht aht, you’ve hid this gorgeous face from me enough today.” you tease leaning down to kiss his lips lovingly before pulling back
“To answer your silly question, baby i think you’d look good even if you had a clown nose on.”
Michael bursts out laughing causing you to have your own laughing fit
“Oh yeah?” He smirks
“Yeah”
“You’d still kiss and give me love hm?”
“Oh i’d give you more than a kiss and love” You reply matching his smirk
Michaels eyes darken at your words
“Come show me then”
With that comment, the rest of the evening and night is spent in sensual romantic passion. And afterwards? Michael made sure to never be insecure again.
Synopsis: You just wanted to wish your man good luck before his concert! What's so bad about that?
Tags/warnings: Bad era MJ, set in 1988, praise kink (good girl), dirty talk, public sex? (i think?) detailed smut, dominant Michael, rough sex, unprotected sex, mirror sex, spit, small fluff, not rlly a plot! pet name usage, no use of y/n.
A/N: just a quick something before i start my requests ily <3
When having the most famous pop star and man in the world as your husband, before he embarked on what was probably going to be one of the most biggest concert of his life—most wives would be backstage giving their man a mood boosting pep talk to help calm their nerves or kisses with tight hugs that were full of love.
But you? You were currently bent over his dressing table—cheek pressed hard against the smooth wood whilst he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.
“F-fuck, oh mike!” You moaned muffled behind his large palm that was covering your mouth tightly—trying to keep you quiet, not wanting to alert his crew and team who were bustling outside handling everything before his show that was in less than thirty minutes.
You continuously clenched around his thick pummeling shaft that was glistening with your mixed arousals—his own moans started to slip out as he bent over, chest against your back burying his face into the skin of your neck trying to conceal them.
“O-ohh my God mama, you’re taking me so well— fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned into your ear, the sound made you impossibly wetter creating more squelching noises inside the private dressing room.
It had all started after Karen had finished doing his hair and makeup leaving the room so he could get into his stage outfit and prepare himself—due to your studies you’ve been unable to accompany him on his bad tour but after receiving a week off from your professor to study for your upcoming exams—you said fuck it and had a flight ticket booked for tonight’s show.
You’ve been heavily up to date with his performances, seeing him light up the stage through your television—but actually being able to see your husband face to face in his metallic silver and black strap buckled jacket? You knew you couldn’t give him just a good luck kiss.
So one prolonged tongue filled peck led to another, before he checked the room's wall clock, shoved his trousers that was being held up by his custom silver plated belt all the way down to his ankles—rolled up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side.
Removing his palm from your mouth to gain control of his grip on your hips, he thrusted even harder as items from his dressing table fell onto the ground. The two of you were extremely grateful for the loud crew noises and opening acts being held on stage behind the door that helped hide the sound of rough sex happening.
“Mike don’t stop! ohh fuck please don’t stop!” You cried into the table—rushes of heat flowing through your body in waves as he leant back up using one of his hands to tightly grip onto your curls, pulling you back up and forcing you to look at your unrecognisable reflection through the vanity’s mirror that was hitting against the wall.
Through hazy eyes you saw that your once perfectly done makeup—was now completely smudged from your tears of pleasure whilst his finger taped hand gripped your chin firmly.
“Look at you mama—watch yourself, so fucking pretty taking everything i give you, like a good girl.” He panted.
“M-mike! Mike I can't, it's too much.” You moaned louder not bothering anymore to keep them at bay, the sensation of his dick repeatedly hitting and massaging all the right spots—the intoxicating words flowing out of his mouth had you white knuckling the desk with your eyes rolled back.
“Aht aht none of that, yes you can baby i know you can, you always do– ahh fuck you’re so wet.”
The loud chatter from the backstage crew intensified behind the door as they finished up the last few co-ordinations and checks, the stage manager walked up to the dressing rooms door with a light knock.
You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth whining into it as you stared at him through the mirror communicating with your widened eyes—‘stop they’re gonna hear us!’ But to your complete and utter shock, Michael gave you a smirk and continued to roll his hips faster, not caring about the interruption at all.
“Michael you got about fifteen minutes, the fans are going crazy out there! This show is gonna be amazing I can feel it, how's everything fitting? Need me to call the stylist—”
“Fits perfectly! Thanks, I'll be out soon!” Michael shouted back with a hint of shakiness in his voice at how fast his body was pushing into you.
Hearing the footsteps retreating he pulled your hand away before placing two of his taped fingers into your mouth—you sucked onto them hungrily whilst you pushed your ass back into him—his other hand moved from your hip to squeeze the plump flesh—giving it a light smack triggering another moan from your throat.
“Good girl that's it baby suck on my fingers, doin such a great job f'me, getting me all nice n prepped before my concert hm? Such a perfect wife.” He murmured into your ear before sucking onto your earlobe—your eyes still trained on your fucked out reflection whilst your knees grew weak.
When he noticed your legs starting to buckle, he hooked his hand that was previously gripping your ass, under one of your legs to lift it up placing your knee onto the desk. The new position allowed him to drive himself insanely deeper into your heat, his tip now directly hitting your cervix and g-spot—a whimpering moan escaped your lips as you arched back into him.
“Michael! Oh fuck please! right there!” You moaned loudly around his fingers that were now drenched in your spit, trickling down his wrist.
“Yeah? Right here?” He abused his opportunity as he angled his talented hips to pound upwards into the place that now has you drooling—he pulled out his saliva coated fingers from your mouth, the white tape sliding off of them onto the floor before he rubbed them over your aching clit, your hips jerked back into him—squirming as you bit hard onto your bottom lip, hard enough that it bled in order to conceal what was soon about to become screams.
“Mmph– fuck baby i love how you take me, can you feel me? Can you feel how deep I am?” He whispered breathing heavily against your ear, a few of his own whimpers escaped him as he closed eyes in ecstasy.
You watched through the mirror—he was completely gone, his entire face was sweaty and his curls shook with each slam he gave—his eyes were squeezed shut as if the only thing he could think about was the feeling of your core wrapped around him like a glove and not the sea of fans that were out there waiting for him. The raw sight of seeing how you weren’t the only one losing it made you come instantly with a cry.
The choking clench of your pussy around him made his eyes fly open with an almost painful groan—he rubbed your clit faster whilst the pace of his hips didn’t falter for a second.
“Ahh mama— God you’re so tight, that's it baby let go for me, just like that.”
His words and praises along with the fact that your overly sensitive clit was still being attacked by his fingers, made you squirm and shudder again before your second orgasm followed through within seconds.
“I’m gonna come baby, m’gonna fill you up and whilst you watch me perform out there you're gonna feel me still oozing out of you, you want that don’t you mama?” He panted harder as his hips started to stutter.
Another knock sounded through the door “Eight minutes mike!”
With one more deep thrust that buried him into the hilt, he covered his mouth with his palm before releasing a deep groan into it stuffing you with his cum—you fluttered around him milking every drop as he released more delicious noises—this time into your ear.
Both of you were now breathing heavily in unison coming down from your highs, you dropped yourself forward, chest against the cool desk completely spent.
With tenderness, he gently pulled his thickness out of you—cooing you when you whined softly at the emptiness before he used his long fingers to push his release back in, making sure nothing went to waste.
He lifted his black trousers back up tucking himself back in before redoing the belt then pulled your panties back into place along with fixing your skirt. Guiding you back up straight, he turned you around to face him.
“You okay my love?” He asked softly whilst his big eyes trailed over you—a habit he always did afterwards in case he had hurt you by accident.
You rested against the table with a lazy smile seeing his fond expression trained on you “I’m okay baby i promise, hope i haven’t drained you before the show.”
“Never, you’ve only fuelled me.” An affectionate smile of his own lit up his face as you reached forward fixing his curls and wiping away some of his sweat with the back of your hand.
You turned your head reading the wall clock before you looked back at him with a laugh “Got about four minutes applehead.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he smoothed himself down and checked his reflection in the mirror behind you before he noticed his bare fingers which only made him laugh some more.
“Looks like I need new finger tapes.” He joked with a teasing grin.
You felt shyness take over your body when you remembered the cause before you playfully swatted his chest. “Go! You’re gonna be late.”
"Michael ! Michael ! Michael !" The loud cheers of fans out in the crowd travelled through the hallway and through the door.
He leaned in giving you a quick but full kiss “Bye! See ya after the show, I love you.”
“I love you too baby, good luck!”
And when he left that room, he gave the roaring crowd one of his best concerts yet.
℘ synopsis: You always try to be firm and stand your ground with michael but when he gives you those eyes? you’re convinced he can get away with anything.
℘Tags: fluff, headcanon, thriller era mike, sfw
A/N: Just a quick cute short writing whilst i’m planning my next fic <3
Doe eyes!Michael who made it literally impossible to say no to him—especially at Disneyland.
"Michael if you think i’m going on that rollercoaster you’ve officially lost it."
He turns to look at you with a slight pout, his eyes that are already naturally large somehow appearing even larger.
"please?"
His plea and eyes are the reason you were now thirty feet in the air in metal machinery with your eyes squeezed shut, stomach doing somersaults, screaming your lungs out whilst your boyfriend is laughing cheerfully beside you with his arms up.
"Woo hoo!!!"
Doe eyes!Michael Who always made it extremely difficult to stay mad at him.
"Minnie?” He pokes your side as you continue to ignore him on the bed, resting on your stomach kicking your feet behind you whilst your manicured fingers flip through the magazine.
"Baby cmon? i’m really sorry. I truly didn’t mean to forget about our date."
Earlier that day, Michael had promised to take you out to a new restaurant which had just opened. You were very excited since it’s been a while since the two of you had done something romantic, so you spent the whole entire day pampering yourself. He said he’d come home and pick you up around 8, but when it started to approach 9pm and you had heard zero whereabouts from him, you kicked your heels off and went back upstairs.
"Please my love? i swear i completely lost track of time, y’know how much of a perfectionist Quincy is when it comes to recording. He had me recording the same song like twenty times!"
Seeing that you’re still giving him silent treatment, he groans painfully as if it’s physically killing him.
"Honey c’mon you don’t even have to speak t’me just one look?" He pleads getting on his own stomach beside you, rested on his forearms as he lowers his head trying to meet your eyes that are glued to the words of your magazine.
"Please?"
don’t give in. don’t give in.
Your eyes betray you as they flicker to his. You're ready to cuss him out, but the words catch in your throat when you meet his gaze. His brown, almond-shaped eyes are fixed on yours with quiet patience, their softened edges unable to hide the desperation and guilt behind them.
Your heart hammers against your chest seeing the sight along with his eyebrows that are drooped in sadness. And you can’t take it anymore, it was like he had casted a spell on you because each time you saw those eyes you could never stay angry. You sigh closing your eyes feeling the last of your resolve vanish.
The sound of your sigh makes his eyes melt more in hope as he grabs your knuckles kissing them. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry."
"Fine i forgive you."
Doe eyes!Michael Who loves to spoil you rotten despite you always begging him not to.
“Michael I have enough jewellery to last me a lifetime."
Your protest goes in from one ear and then immediately out the other as he holds up the new collection gold Cartier necklace against your neck with matching earrings in his other hand against your ear "Stay still baby."
"Mike—"
"This looks perfect against your skin my love, look at the way it compliments you" He continues to ignore your protests as he turns you to face the small mirror in the jewellery section.
You trail your eyes to the pieces of jewellery that he's holding up and your eyes widen seeing that they do in fact look incredible against you.
"Well...i mean they are pretty, but—"
"Excuse me sir? I'd like to purchase these two."
Your eyes widen turning to him but he's already pulling his card out.
"Michael!? No this is way too much."
He gives you that look, again. Wide eyed with hope, quietly pleading. The same look that drives you insane, the same look that's talked you into literally everything. "Please honey? You deserve the world."
You flicker your eyes to the jewellery that is being wrapped up and then back to his handsome face that looks so happy and excited at the fact that he gets to spoil his girl for the millionth time, your heart squeezes at the sight—you really were a lucky girl.
You cave in without hesitation "Okay."
Doe eyes!Michael Who knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how his eyes affected you. But he will always pretend to be clueless.
Affection was his absolute favourite to abuse.
"Mike—" kiss "I'm gonna—" kiss "be—" kiss "Late!" you giggle managing to dodge the last kiss as he whines.
"You're cruel."
You gasp dramatically "Oh im cruel? Our mouths are practically like magnets! And you know exactly what you're doing when you look at me like that."
"Like what?" He replies with mock innocence as he continues to look at you with his wide eyes.
You roll your own playfully "Like you already know i'm gonna give in." Your body leans into his lips proving your point, he smiles into it pulling you closer by your waist.
℘ Michael Jackson x f! reader - oneshot (requested)
℘ Synopsis: Michael Jackson is the world’s biggest young pop star—but no one not even his own family knows he’s been secretly married for months. Now, with a baby on the way, his carefully guarded secret has grown bigger than ever. What happens when he accidentally lets the truth slip out during a live interview?
℘ Tags/Warnings: Otw era MJ, Pregnancy, unexpected pregnancy, slight angst, anxiety, j*e jackson mentioned, fluff, sfw, suggestive, marriage
℘ WC: 8.6k (chile i know!)
A/N: THANK YOUU so much to my beautiful moot @cosmic-aura who requested this, i am so sorry it took forever literally almost a whole MONTH to create for you, this one is quite lengthy because i wanted to make this as detailed and perfect as possible <3 i hope i did ur request well angel 🤍 Also thank you guys for 100+ followers 🥹!!
August 1979
“Mmh mikey..” You giggle softly as your husband plasters kisses on every inch of skin on your face possible.
“Mike- baby stop i can’t breathe!” You laugh managing to escape the abuse of his lips as he smiles pulling back slightly to rest up on his forearms hovering and looking down at you with a look of infatuation that comes straight from his heart.
“What baby? I can’t give my pretty wife some love?”
You turn your face away with butterflies swarming your insides at the term he used— pretty wife.
A term which you’re still trying to get used to despite being wedded for almost 10 months now.
Well….. secretly wedded.
It started exactly a year ago, it was August of 1978, your birthday. A birthday you will never forget. The day was packed with surprise after surprise, you hadn’t seen Michael in almost over a month, he was so busy spending every single day in the westlake recording studio writing and creating songs for his first adult solo album.
You knew that the immense pressure of it all would barely allow him to have time for himself, let alone see you.
But despite all of this, you were so understanding. Before even dating him you saw Michael’s potential in being something bigger than he already was. So when he told you that he finally wanted to pursue his career properly without his brothers whom he loved to death, and without Joseph nagging him about random tours he wasn’t passionate about. Michael’s plans had unlocked a deep sense of pride in you.
So you waited patiently to finally be reunited with him. Patiently to kiss him, patiently to hold him, feel him, and patiently to talk his ears off whilst he stares at you with the same intensity he’s had since he first laid eyes on you.
When you finally got to see him on your special day, he spent that entire day from sunrise to sunset with you at your favourite stores and amusement park, making sure to compensate for his absence.
You lost count of how many gifts he bought you that day. Your biggest mistake throughout that day was making eye contact with an item, because once he noticed? The already large stack of gifts in the arms of his poor bodyguards, only tripled in size.
By the end of your birthday, you and Michael were now laid in the bed of the romantic rose petaled hotel suite—another surprise that made you cry, next to each other bare sweaty bodies intertwined after passionate love making. Your cheek against his bare chest listening to the comforting beating sound of the heart that you owned.
He rubs his bare finger tips over the small of your back, up and down producing soft warm sighs from your lips.
“Baby?” He calls out in a soft tone to see if you’re still awake.
“Hm..yes Michael?” You reply slightly half asleep.
“Don’t go to sleep yet angel.”
You grin tiredly against the skin of his chest.
“Why? you got another surprise up your sleeve?” You say sarcastically, not actually expecting there to be more surprises after how much he spoilt you today, but when he is suspiciously quiet and unresponsive to your comment you sit up from his chest blinking away the fatigue from your eyes to look down at him.
“Michael Joseph Jackson, if you have one more surprise i swear-”
“I know! i know! baby, you’re probably sick of seein em but please i’ve been waiting for the day to end to give you this one last and final one.”
You raise a brow in mock sternness, but the sight of his pleading doe brown eyes makes you immediately fold and soften.
“Please angel, i promise this is the last one.”
You sigh sitting up properly as he does the same, the sheets now sliding off of your bare skin and pooling against your waists, grabbing your hands into his own and rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands soothingly.
“Okay fine mike, but this better be the last one i feel so bad causing all this troubl-”
“Nonsense angel, this is me holding back since i know you always tend to feel bad after getting spoilt.”
You smile gently at the thoughtfulness of his words as you lean in kissing his cheek.
“Okay baby, i’m ready what’s the surprise?”
“Okay just…before i give it to you, baby i want you to know how much i love you. I know i tell you it all the time but, i really do believe you’re the only person on this planet who understands me. The only one who genuinely cares and the only who i want to spend the rest of my live with.” He says, his voice slightly cracking up with emotion at the last words.
You feel your heart start to ache at the words and the emotion in his voice, your hands reach out to cup the side of his face gently as you kiss his nose and forehead.
“Oh michael i love you too, so much baby.”
His lips curl into a warm smile before taking a deep breath as if bracing himself before reaching under the pillow behind you, covering whatever he pulled out with a tight fist not allowing you to peek.
“Mike if it’s more jewellery after how much i received today, i might just scream.” you joke playfully but your smile slightly falters seeing his nervous demeanour as he looks at you.
“Baby i was serious about wantin to spend the rest of my life with you.”
His words, which could only have one meaning finally dawn on you at what he was implying as the lingering sleepiness from earlier has completely vanished. You were now fully awake and alert.
“Mike…”
Your words trail off as he opens his fist exposing a smooth black velvet box, you swore your heart had skipped at least ten beats when he opens it slowly revealing a five carat radiant cut diamond ring.
With a shaky breath he finally says the words he’s been rehearsing in front of his bathroom mirror for weeks.
“Baby…i know we’re both so young, but i am certain with all my being that you’re the only person f’me, the only reason why i want to stay in this world other than helping others. I know what i want and what i want is you. So will you do me the honour of carrying my last name?...Will you marry me?”
Will you marry me?
The words replay in your head like a broken record that you hadn’t noticed the pure silence that filled the suite as you stare almost paralysed at the ring in front of you.
You swore you could michael’s racing heart beat as his hand that’s holding the box is shaking from nervousness which only gets worse seeing your unresponsive reaction.
“Baby please say somethin, do you hate it? d-do you not want this with me? God we’re so young i wouldn’t blame ya i’m sorry i-”
“Michael” You cut off his rambling as your now watery eyes meet his own glistening ones “Y-you….you wanna marry me?”
Hearing the tremble of emotion in your voice has him biting down on his bottom lip to prevent it from trembling so much as he nods with so much certainty it squeezes your heart.
Before another word can be exchanged you hug him tightly practically squeezing the life out of him as he smiles in relief into your neck wrapping his large arms around you locking you in.
“I take that a yes baby?” He asks hopeful.
“Michael are you kiddin? Of course it’s a yes!” You yell cupping his face pressing kisses all over before giving a big one to his lips.
After pulling away breathless his smile is so wide his cheeks were aching as he softly grabs your left hand in his sliding on the expensive ring.
The ring sits perfectly like a glove on your ring finger. The embedded crystal diamonds winking at you as you angle your hand in different directions admiring it in awe.
“Knew you’d like it” Michael speaks smiling in pride as he watches you admire and wear the ring he’s had lying around in his pocket for months waiting for the right opportunity to present it.
“Michael it’s…it’s perfect- i don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything my love, your ‘yes’ was enough to complete my whole life.”
You enter his arms again for another tight crushing hug. However, your happy moment is short lived when you stiffen slightly remembering something.
Noticing the sudden pause Michael gently pulls his head back to look at you.
“Baby? what is it?”
You swallow in sudden nervousness staring at the ring before looking into his eyes that are searching yours for any doubt or uncertainty “Mike…your family.”
“My family..? What about em?” He replies with a perplexed expression.
“What about em?” You repeat his words looking at him as if hes grown a second head “Michael they don’t even know i exist!”
Michaels confused expression shifts into realisation, now clear as day that just like you he had forgotten the huge elephant in the room—Michael had been secretly dating you for the past two years and his family had no idea.
Throughout his teens up until his early young adulthood, his father Joseph had painted and moulded him into being his golden child. Albeit, just like his siblings he was pushed into the industry from a young age and forced to work and become successful.
Joseph always gave Michael a harder time with his career often calling him his ‘money maker’ So for michael? This meant there was no mucking around when it came to work. Seriousness only.
And taking work seriously unfortunately meant no girlfriends whatsoever.
“Listen boy i’m tellin ya, these girls are a distraction.”
“You wan break records? You wan get successful? Stay focused.”
Throughout Michael’s adolescence these words from his father echoed in his head. But when he first laid eyes on you? The drop dead gorgeous girl who was working at one of the arcades downtown that he went to on a day off? Every word his father taught him blew away with the wind.
A year later after making the risky decision of taking a three week off vacation behind his father’s back, he had a private civil ceremony to legally call you his.
Which is why right now, ten months later, Michael finds himself staring down at you in the cosy spacious home he bought for both of you after abruptly moving out of his family home with possessive adoration, grinning at the way you’re shyly avoiding looking up at him after he called you his pretty wife.
“Hm? You like that term baby? It’s got a nice ring to it huh?” He continues to tease you making you giggle under him as you try to squirm out.
“Mikeee you’re killing me under here cmon we’re gonna be late for dinner.”
“Alright alright, but one more kiss?” He responds with a grin that’s only growing at how you playfully roll eyes at him before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down some more “Fine c’mere” you reply before lips connect as you both smile into it feeling the warmth of his lips on your own, tongues gently caressing each other as you taste the spearmint of his breath before he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours.
“Okay baby we’ve got about 20 minutes to get ready before Bill starts honking from outside, i’ll be right back let me go get ready” He whispers softly with a caress to your cheek with his thumb as you nod lightly, feeling him give your forehead one last peck before dashing off into his side of the walk in closet.
When he leaves you sit up against the headboard the soft facial expression you carried earlier fading with a release of the shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding in….the breath of guilt.
Reaching into your purse on the nightstand, you pull out the thin test strip displaying two bold bright pink lines that would change both yours and Michael’s life forever.
You were pregnant.
Were you shocked by the discovery? No. The mood swings, the lashing out at Michael every chance you got, the random waves of nausea, your period being absent for what felt like forever, finally made sense as you sat on your bathroom floor a week ago letting your tears flow as you held the positive pregnancy test.
A week of having to pretend you were okay, a week of pretending you were just tired from your shift at work and a week of having to pretend you were experiencing a days long stomach bug each time you puked in the morning whilst Michael rubbed your back and held your hair back in his hand with concern.
Oh he was so gentle and kind with you, taking extra days off work from the studio to see how you were feeling, cooking you homemade soups, getting Bill—who was the only person Michael trusted in knowing who you were, to deliver you anti sickness medications along with your favourite treats and flowers when he couldn’t. It was killing you to hide this from him, but given the circumstances you felt like you had to.
You’d been with him for two whole years, married for ten months and his family didn’t even know he’s a married man living with his now pregnant wife.
It wasn’t that michael was ashamed of you he was anything but. In fact for months he’s been waiting for the right time to introduce you to them but between his busy schedules, he rarely even saw you let alone them.
In the early stages of getting to know him, Michael let you know about how strict and cruel his father was to him and how any girl he wanted to be with had to be private in fear of Joseph ruining everything for him.
Despite not knowing you, his family were no strangers to you. He spoke about his mother and siblings all the time with pride, speaking about how much Katherine would love to meet you and how Latoya, Rebbie and Janet would accept you like another sister along with his brothers.
A year ago at the last family gathering they had, he planned to introduce you to the family. You were excited in the backseat of Bills mercedes after he dropped you off at hayvenhurst, waiting for michael to come out to get you. Dressed up elegantly and looking stunning, when you saw the front door of the house open from inside the car you smiled excitedly but the smile dropped when you saw your fiancé storm out of the house slamming the door with a frustrated almost tearful expression hearing the angry yells and curses coming from a man inside of the house—Joseph.
When he got into the backseat you hugged and comforted him like the many times you have before when he came back home from hayvenhurst upset. He told you his father was forcing him to do yet another tour that he didn’t want to do. Telling Bill to take you both home, the family gathering was ruined for him—thus the plan to finally introduce you.
Other than that, Michael truly enjoyed the concept of having nobody in his romantic life’s business. He enjoyed the secrecy of being in love without prying eyes and questions of nosy relatives, fans and news reporters.
He enjoyed having you—his wife all to himself whilst people continuously questioned him about why he was always so happy recently. And deep down you enjoyed it aswell, it was fun dating let alone being married to the Michael Jackson and everybody having no idea about it.
But those happy days of secrecy were now over due to the cells of human life starting to form in your womb. You had to tell him. you just didn’t know how.
You knew michael loved children but that didn’t mean he’d want his own at such a young age. You felt like everything was moving at 2x speed, meeting such a great guy and falling in love with him fast, only for him to ask you to be his wife a year later and now you’re going to be the mother of his child?
You were so busy staring into space and spiraling you hadn’t noticed Michael had come back into the room all dressed up and handsome for the dinner “Baby i’m ready, why aren’t you dressed my love?”
You jump at the sound of his voice not hearing him come out of the closet at all as your startled expression and eyes fall onto his that are locked onto the object that you’re holding on your lap.
With a rapid heart beat you follow his eyes seeing that you were still holding the test and you forgot to put it back into your bag.
Snapping his eyes up to yours he moves forward towards the bed where you are, gripping the test strip in your fist putting your hand behind your back staring at him frozen unable to even speak or explain yourself.
“Baby what…what is- is that what i think it is?” Michael stutters unable to process what he thinks he is seeing.
He reaches behind you before you can protest his grip firm but gentle as he pulls your hand back out to see the test. When his eyes read the positive lines he drops your wrist as if it burnt him stepping back.
Tears start to prickle in your eyes at his reaction , worried at what was potentially going through his head.
Was he mad? angry?
“M-Michael i-”
“You’re pregnant?”
He cuts you off meeting your teary eyes with his own shocked ones as he swallows hard you can audibly hear the way his breathing is picking up.
With an apprehensive nod you get off the bed walking towards him slowly.
“i-i’m pregnant Mike…i-i was gonna tell you i swear but-”
“But what baby? how long?” His tone soft despite the hurt in his eyes at the fact that you kept this from him.
“…I found out last week…” You say looking away from him in shame but he steps closer and grips your jaw with his index finger and thumb forcing you to look at him.
“Baby…oh honey i’m not angry i just-” His facial expression melts and softens seeing your unshed tears—a sight he hated to see, he pulls you into his chest holding you tight with his hand resting on the back of your head as he kisses your head repeatedly.
“Shh baby it’s okay, i didn’t mean to react that way i-im just shocked my love that’s all.” He blows out a breath swallowing down the fact that he’s freaking out inside to remain calm and composed for you.
You lift your head back up to meet his eyes seeing nothing but concern and the same love he’s always had for you on his face, the sight enough to make you slightly relax.
“I’m sorry for not telling you i just- i mean your family still doesn’t know me let alone the fact that we’re married, we never even exactly spoke about marriage to begin with and then bam we got married, we never really spoke about kids and now look- i just thought you would’ve been overwhelmed with how fast everything was moving between us-”
Your fast rambling is cut off with a reassuring kiss to your forehead.
“Baby look at me”
you release a reluctant sigh before locking your eyes on him.
“I am not mad or worried about all that garbage you just mentioned, i’m more concerned about you if anything.”
Your heart squeezes in your chest at the raw genuineness of his words as he cups your face stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
“Angel, i don’t care how fast everything between us may seem, i don’t care how young we are, and i certainly don’t care about what my family’s reaction might be. Despite how cliche it sounds, the minute i saw you in that arcade i knew you had to be mine. Both my wife and the mother of my future children, so all of this? I’m not worried or overwhelmed about it at all, if anything it’s a manifestation.”
“Plus we were…kinda reckless when….we…y’know” Michael says with a shy smile and tone, even though you’ve been together for two years his shyness at the insinuation of your intimacy makes you laugh each time.
“Yeah..” You nod as your lips start to tremble slightly at his sweet words and attitude as if falling in love with him all over again. Everything that has been worrying you for the past week since you took the test now fading into the background.
“Is that why you’ve been so sick all the time? and cranky?” He jokes lightly as you nod with a small sheepish smile.
“Oh baby c’mere” He pulls you to his chest again hugging you tightly, you wrap your arms around him breathing in his comforting scent feeling safe and free from your worries.
“Don’t worry about my family, i’ll handle that, alright?” He says in the same gentle tone that always puts your mind at rest, you nod with a small smile as your shoulders loosen reducing the leftover anxiety you had.
He then releases you but still keeps you close to gently place his large warm palms onto your soon to be round stomach and that’s when his concern melts away to reveal a warm fond smile as his thumb strokes your stomach and forth.
“We’re having a baby…” His big bright eyes flicker to yours that’s matching his own as you release a soft cheerful laugh as he picks you up spinning you around.
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16 weeks have past, you’re nearly 4 months into your pregnancy in your second trimester, Michael has been stuck to you like glue following you absolutely everywhere. His possessiveness only getting worse, getting you everything you want and need, if you thought you were spoilt before? You’ve got another thing coming.
And hearing the babies heartbeat along with seeing the sonogram for the first time made his excitement even worse. When you found out you were having a baby girl, each day new deliveries of pink baby clothing were coming into your home.
Currently, Michael was building a cot for the baby whilst you were on the sofa watching with a fond expression at how his eyebrows are scrunched in concentration as he read the instructions.
“Lookin handsome down there baby” You tease as he looks up growing coy at your comment as he playfully rolls his eyes
“Stop it i gotta concentrate, how’s your leg pillow honey? Need me to prop it up some more?”
“Mikey i am fine i promise, im not even heavily pregnant yet, the doctor says the baby is the size of an avocado.” At your words Michael’s eyes drift to your stomach melting in awe each time he remembers the child growing in you, he drops the paper and tools to lean over pressing a warm kiss to the growing stomach.
“I can’t wait baby, just twenty four more weeks and our princess is here.” He whispers continuing to lovingly stare and caress your stomach “Are you nervous for tomorrow?” He asks as your eyes widen remembering.
Tomorrow— the day of the yearly family gathering where you finally got to meet your in laws for the first time. You will admit you’ve been avoiding thinking about it to prevent yourself from spiralling and overthinking every worst case scenario possible.
What if they hated you? what if his siblings laughed? what if they didn’t approve? what if they slammed the door in both of your faces? What if katherine and Joseph couldn’t stand you? I mean you did marry their son and give him a child without them even knowing your name.
Knowing you all too well and seeing your change in demeanour Michael gets off from his knees to sit beside you on the couch cupping your face.
“Hey hey, baby get out of that head of yours, talk t’me.”
You sigh softly, melting against his touch and turning your head to kiss his palm.
“I’m alright baby i’m just…nervous i guess” He nods understandingly as he leans forward kissing your lips with a soft full peck
“I know baby, i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t nervous too, but i am certain they will love you okay? they’d be insane not to you’re great.”
His words comfort you despite still feeling anxious “And if they don’t? to hell with em, i’m happy, you and this baby are everything to me and there’s nothing that they or anyone can do to stop that.”
You lean in hugging him as you rest your face against the side of his neck whilst he rubs reassuring circles on your back telling you how much he loves you.
“I love you michael.” He pulls his head back to kiss your lips again “I love you too angel, gosh im gonna miss you i don’t wanna go to that stupid interview.”
You chuckle against his lips “Oh right! your interview, baby you better go and get ready it’s in like 2 hours” He groans making you laugh more as he reluctantly pulls away giving your a forehead kiss as he gets up “Okay okay, i’ll finish this cot later don’t touch anything. You’ll be watching me right?”
“Of course baby how could i ever miss your first live interview.” You say standing up to rub your husbands slightly tense shoulders knowing how much he hates interviews “Don’t worry baby, you’ll do great i promise.” he smiles fondly at how well you encourage and speak life into him as he wraps his arms around your waist leaning down to kiss your lips lovingly brushing his nose against yours.
“What did i do to deserve you?”
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Michael sits in the wooden seat adjusting the small mike on his red sweater, sipping water to wash down the nerves he always gets before doing interviews.
The crew around him setting everything up as the female interviewer walks in settling down in front of him with a formal handshake adjusting her pre structured questions.
“Stand by everyone, live in ten!” The floor manager announces as Michael’s makeup artist fixes and adjusts his curls one last time as he clears his throat sitting up straight just as the director gives a thumbs up to the cameraman to start rolling.
Giving a bright professional smile at the camera the journalist starts.
“Welcome back, tonight we are joined by one of the biggest stars in the world, the lead singer of the famous jackson 5 who not too long ago debuted his first adult solo album off the wall…this is Michael Jackson.”
“How are you Michael?”
“Im great thank you. Happy to be here.” Michael says with an easy going smile and tone he’s practiced many times as he starts answering the first few questions in relation to his album’s success, the inspiration and the development of it.
A couple minutes have past and the questions about his career and music are slowly gravitating towards his personal life. You sit at home on the warm plush sofa, the television in front of you streaming your husbands live interview watching proudly as he answers every question effortlessly.
A bowl of fresh sweet popcorn in your lap whilst your hand where your gold wedding band rests on your ring finger caresses your small growing baby bump.
“So i’m sure at this point in your life and career, many relationships have sparked for you?”
Michael nods maintaining his calm and respectful body language.
“Maybe even a couple female relationships hm?”
The journalist adds on trying to coax a response about a potential female in his life out of him.
Your ears perk up at the question watching the screen with your full attention now, the hand that was about to toss popcorn into your mouth now paused.
Michael stills slightly at the question taking his time to process the words and what his response would be, but now he sees it as the perfect opportunity to let the world watching know that he is in fact seeing someone.
“Yes, that too.” He responds after about six seconds of silence. The journalist’s eyes light up in surprise at his response whilst you at home cover your mouth concealing the growing smile at the fact that your husband has now openly hinted to the world that he’s taken.
Clearing her throat the journalist clutches her notes before asking her next question aimed to get him to expand his answer
“Oh really? so there is a lucky girl out there? Would we know who this mystery girl is?”
Growing more confident, he smiles replying “Yes, a beautiful one who’s currently watching from home actually and no her identity is staying hidden.”
At this, you finally let out a squeal as the bowl of popcorn drops onto the carpet but you don’t care as you grab the television remote increasing the volume.
Deeply intrigued with his response, the journalist ignores her next set of pre written questions going off script to become even more nosy.
“Well michael that is incredible, hopefully marriage and a potential family are a blessing coming your way.”
Before michael can even find the urge to stop the words coming out of his lips.
“Well God has already seen to that.”
Silence.
Dead beat silence on the set.
The interviewer blinks once, then twice before sensing a potential massive story and quickly saying.
“Michael… are you insinuating that you’ve already got both a wife…and a child?”
Realising the words he said, his eyes bulge out of his face but the damage was already done.
Clearing his throat he backtracks
“Um..next question please.”
Thousands of people around the world both his and your family and friends who had no idea about anything now hearing his words and revelation.
Watching from home and hearing his words live, your jaw drops.
“…Oh my God.”
The lump in your throat expands and your heart beats so loud you were sure someone could hear it from miles away.
What was he thinking?
After quickly wrapping up the interview, the minute the cameras stopped rolling Michael shoots out of his seat to where his team are already pacing backstage in panic.
Michaels manager quickly rushes to him “Michael?? Is it true??”
He sighs pinching his nose bridge “Yes”
The room goes silent once again.
“How?- When?- that’s besides the point, Michael you revealed that live i hope you know it can’t be unedited-”
“I know i know! Oh God is it already on the media?” He places his arms on his head pacing around the set groaning.
“Is it on the news?” his manager scoffs “Michael are you seriously asking me that?” He says before grabbing the television remote and turning on the screen that’s in the backstage area.
A television news reporter clutches their microphone
“After the broadcasted interview of the famous pop star singer Michael Jackson has just aired 30 minutes ago, fans and me included are gobsmacked at the revelation from the singer regarding his personal life!”
The screen then displays the exact clip of the interview where michael let the news slip.
“Who is the mystery wife and baby mama of Michael jackson!?” The reporter enthusiastically says into the microphone before images of every female celebrity that Michael has taken a picture with at events and award shows start flashing on the screen.
Rolling his eyes and scoffing at the usual antics of the press he snatches the remote out of his managers hand switching the television off.
“I’m not watching this crap. In fact i’m not engaging with this at all”
His manager starts “But Mich-”
“I’m going home. My lawyers can sort this out, Bill let’s go.”
Putting on his aviators his bodyguards lead him out of the building which as expected thousands of press and paparazzi are waiting outside with cameras and microphones that start rushing towards him snapping loudly and blinding him the minute he starts walking out sandwiched between his bodyguards.
“Michael! Michael! Is what you said true?”
“Michael are you really married and a father!?”
“Michael who is she? What’s her name?”
“Michael please just five minutes of your time!”
Bill and his other bodyguards push away the microphones and cameras from his face before Michael quickly rushes into the waiting vehicle.
When he’s inside he removes his sunglasses releasing shaky breaths, staring out of the window he doesn’t even care about the way he let the news slip to the entire world, the only thing on his mind is how you were currently feeling.
“Take me home Bill. I have to see my girl.”
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After an entire car ride filled with him anxiously bopping his knee up and down and biting his fingernails already imagining the earful he’s gonna get from his family and friends along with the headlines and tabloids, he raises his key putting it into the keyhole slowly twisting it open before entering.
“Baby?…i’m home.”
He sees the lights are still on downstairs assuming you were still in the living room where he left you.
“I’m in the living room!” He hears your voice call out but not failing to miss the slight tremble in it.
When he turns the corner he sees you sitting on the sofa your hand resting on your small bump and a spilt bowl of popcorn resting on the persian rug.
“Are you…okay?” He asks carefully reading your face to see how you’re feeling.
“Yeah…you?” You reply doing the same thing he’s doing, reading his own face.
He looks up at the loud television that’s displaying yet another news reporter speaking about the interview that took place earlier with a new headline.
He lifts off the door frame moving to where you are, grabbing the remote and changing the channel.
“Don’t watch it baby.”
“How can i not mike it’s everywhere! You should hear all the horrible stuff they are saying, calling me one of the Jackson 5’s groupie you accidentally got pregnant!
“A hook up gone wrong-”
“Enough!” He cuts you off sitting beside you as he grabs your face with gentle firmness making you look at him.
“It’s crap. All of it. Don’t listen to it, don’t watch it okay?” His eyes intense and serious making you nod and listen to him as you sigh leaning your forehead on his chest.
“I know Mike…i just- Gosh baby what were you thinking revealing it live?”
He lets go of your face groaning as he buries his face in his hands resting his elbows on his knees.
“I know i know, it just came out baby i was excited. i didn’t care anymore i wanted the world to know i was seeing someone. What i didn’t mean was for the marriage and the baby to slip out.”
“I’m sorry baby, i wanted to eventually announce you and our child to the world in a more peaceful and private way but i’ve screwed that up now” Your heart aches hearing the guilt in his voice.
You sigh placing your palm on his back and rubbing it “I know Michael, i get it i’m not mad I’m just…worried now that everyone including your family now knows.”
His family
He sits up immediately realising that this accidental slip up not only told the entire world but now told his entire family what he was meant to tell them at tomorrow’s dinner.
As if on cue, the telephone on the coffee table rings loudly making both of you flinch.
His heart sinks, barely anyone calls the phone except his mother
Reaching his hand out he places his finger on his lips signalling for you not to speak before he raises the receiver to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Michael.”
“….Yes mother?” He says calmly despite the phone in his hand become slippery from his sweaty fingers.
“Would you care to explain to me why i had to find out through live television that i have a daughter in law and a potential grandchild?”
“Mother i swear, i was gonna tell you tomorrow.”
“Tell me what tomorrow Michael!? so it’s true?”
He practically flinches at the uncharacteristic raise of his mother’s usual soft voice.
He glances towards you where you’re still sat beside him with a worried and anxious expression on your face, the guilt in him only growing more—this was the last thing he wanted for you and the baby, to stress you out. He reaches out holding your hand gently stroking his thumb back and forth.
“Yes mother….it’s true. I-ive been with her for two years….we’re married and…and she’s pregnant mother.”
The other end of the line is so silent michael has to pull the phone away from his ear to see if she hung up
“Mother?”
“So you’re telling me i had to hear from news reporters about my son’s personal life before i hear it from my actual son?” His mother says her voice filled with hurt causing michael to swallow hard looking down in shame
Knowing her son well and how his silence signifies that he’s feeling bad she asks in a more calmer tone
“Is she alright?”
Michael blinks in surprise at the switch of subject before answering.
“Y-yeah, yeah she’s good.”
“Good. Are you taking care of her? Giving her what she needs? Taking her to her appointments? I can’t even imagine how she must be feeling right now Michael” She scolds.
His heart tugs more as he turns to look at you squeezing your hand.
“She’s okay mother, i’m taking good care of her i promise…i swear i was gonna bring her to the gathering tomorrow and tell you all everything. My big mouth just had to ruin it all today.”
“Why tomorrow though michael? Why not two years ago when you had met the girl? did you not think we’d support you? that i wouldn’t support you?”
He closes his eyes trying not to get emotional at his mothers words.
“I’m sorry mother i never meant to keep this from you, it’s just that- Joseph would’ve gotten into my head about focusing on my career and i just wanted one good thing for myself, i didn’t want anyone telling me how to live.”
He hears the soft sigh of his mother through the line signifying that she’s no longer angry but understanding.
“You’re my son Michael. Not the pop star everyone loves. I would’ve defended your happiness no matter what.”
The tears he was trying to hold back slowly roll down his cheek as he feels your hand reach out wiping them away.
“Now you ignore your father. He’s not even home we haven’t seen him in days okay? you bring that pretty girl over tomorrow me and your siblings are meeting her and it is not up for discussion.”
Hearing his mother’s words his shoulders relax a bit including your own after hearing what she said to him through the phone.
“I want to meet my daughter in law.”
Is the last thing Katherine says before hanging up the phone.
Soft silence fills the living room before Michael lowers the receiver placing it back down letting out a big sigh and turning to you grabbing your hand to press kisses on your knuckles looking at you with a hopeful expression.
“So i guess the dinner is still on.”
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“Baby i promise you look amazing.”
Michael says watching you check your hair and outfit for the millionth time in hallway mirror.
“My love we’re going to be late.” He says checking his watch.
“Michael i am meeting my in laws for the first time ever, after my existence was exposed on live television i am allowed to panic on how im gonna look.”
He smiles warmly at your sass.
“i know baby of course, but i promise if you’re worried about first impressions? their jaw is going to drop seeing you.”
His eyes appreciatively wander over you admiring your pregnancy glow and how your curves are becoming more pronounced in the elegant dinner dress where your small bump is resting in front.
“is this too much? i don’t wanna go overboard, how does your family usually dress for this sort of thing?-”
“Angel breatheee.” He chuckles placing his hands on your shoulders leaning in and kissing your forehead making you blow out a breath.
“You really think they’ll like me?”
“I don’t think baby i know. Now cmon i gotta defeat Randy’s saying of me always being late to things.”
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40 minutes later you both stand hand in hand in front of the brown oak wood door of Hayvenhurst. Michael didn’t say it in order to make you feel less anxious but you could practically feel his anxiety vibrating off him.
“Nervous?” You ask.
“Who? Me? No way.”
You hold back a snort, kissing his arm before reaching forward and pressing the door bell before he could as his eyes widen.
“Baby wai-”
The door immediately swings open revealing Katherine Jackson in all her beautiful glory, her eyes soften seeing her beloved son before they lower onto you.
Your heart hammers violently in your chest as her kind non judgemental eyes slowly look at you up and down before locking onto your small baby bump making her softly gasp placing her hand over her mouth.
“Come in. Come in. Both of you!”
She steps aside as Michael’s hand grips onto yours tightly whilst you both step into his famous family home. Leaning down he hugs his mother placing a kiss her cheek.
“Hi mother…i have someone very important to me that i’d like you to meet.”
With that, he urges you closer his hand still in yours as you timidly make proper eye contact with her.
“It is an honour to finally get to meet you Mrs Jackson.”
Your shaky voice says hoping you’re not coming across as too nervous but when you see the kind smile light up on his mother’s face, every ounce of anxiousness you felt in meeting her melts away.
“It’s lovely to meet you too honey, both of you.” She responds referring to your baby bump as her eyes melt and water slightly.
“And please, call me Katherine.” She says before her comforting perfume fills your nostrils as she leans in to give you a warm motherly hug as if you’ve known her for years.
Michael smiles widely watching the interaction, when your eyes meet his over his mother’s shoulder he winks giving you ‘i told you so’ look.
“Are they here? Are they finally here?”
You hear three feminine voices rushing in at the same time as three stunning females come into the foyer which you assume are Michael’s sisters— Latoya, Rebbie and Janet.
When they lock their eyes on you and your bump they practically ignore their brothers existence and rush up to you with their own hugs and introductions.
Michael playfully rolls his eyes waving his hand “I’m here aswell yknow?” His sisters laugh before giving him their own hugs finally getting to tease and ask him in person about his secret marriage and parenthood.
Not long after, all five of his brothers come downstairs whom you shake all of their hands and introduce yourself with the same shy politeness.
Marlon, decides to tease his brother by giving your knuckles a kiss after he shakes your hand
“I wasn’t expecting my brother to bring home such a pretty thang, how did you manage to get her Mike?
You almost choke on your spit holding back your laugh feeling the way Michael lets go of your hand to wrap his arm possessively around your shoulder pulling you to his side.
“Watch it Marlon.”
His siblings and mother laugh shaking their head both in amusement and admiration at how possessive michael is over you.
The dinner is everything you didn’t expect it to be—it was natural. You felt as if you’ve known his mother and siblings for years. They were all so free spirited and funny, constantly cracking jokes to the point where you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
You finally got to see where michael got his amazing personality and aspirations from. Midway through the dinner Michael’s older brothers start to tease him even more.
“So Mike you really hid a wife?” Jermaine starts.
“A WHOLE entire wife! Man where was our invite to the wedding!?” Tito instigates.
“Not to mention a baby aswell!” Jackie adds on dramatically.
“Now it makes sense why he moved out so early!” Randy laughs.
“And you all said it would be me to do that!” Jermaine says making everyone at the table tip their heads back laughing.
You cover your mouth laughing turning to your husband who’s beside you with his eyes squeezed shut in bashful amusement at his siblings relentless roasting.
“Okay okay i get it!” He says as his own laughter slipping out.
“How far along are you? and what’s the gender?” Rebbie asks softly the question everyone’s been wondering as the laughter dies down putting the attention back on you and your small baby bump where Michael’s hand is resting.
“Almost 17 weeks…and it’s a girl.” You say with a warm smile hearing the soft gasps and awes around the table. You rest your hand over Michael’s, the gold band on your finger resting perfectly beside his own as his family’s eyes soften at the sight.
“You should’ve told us mike, yknow we’d have your back no matter what.” Randy says as his siblings all nod and agree in unison.
Michael gives a small smile of appreciation at his families support before responding “Thanks guys, i love you. I promise not to keep anything like this from you again.”
“You better not! if you want poor ol’ me to live longer!” Katherine says as Michael reaches over squeezing his mother’s hand reassuring her that he won’t scare or shock her like that again.
The joyful and lively dinner is short lived when the sound of the front door in the hallway opens and shuts…
He wasn’t supposed to be home.
The conversation dies down as the heavy footsteps enter the dinning room, Michael’s smile disappears seeing the sight of his father—Joseph Jackson shrugging off his jacket and pulling out a chair.
An instant mood kill washes over destroying everyone’s appetite as Janet crosses her arms looking away and Jackie clears throat to ease the awkwardness.
Before sitting down Jospeh looks at Michael with the same lack of warmth he’s always given him before flickering his gaze down at you.
Sensing Michael beginning to tense beside you, you reach where his hand is resting on the table holding it as his shoulders gradually become less tense and he turns to look at you with a small smile as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Joseph’s eyes land on the action seeing your gold wedding bands glistening in the chandeliers light before drifting his eyes over the subtle yet there curve of your stomach.
“So…” His deep voice breaks the painful silence
“This is the woman?”
“My wife.”
Michael speaks up correcting him. It was clear as day that this was one of the first times Michael corrected his father, you could see the nervousness radiating from his siblings as Joseph took his seat.
But Joseph doesn’t acknowledge Michael’s response he turns his eyes to you. Reading you.
You keep your face neutral despite immediately not liking the man both from the stories Michael has told you and from the way his presence was so off putting.
“You love him?” Joseph says directly to you.
Everyone on the table turns to look at you waiting for your response. You sit up straight not cowering over his attempt to intimidate you with his gaze.
“I wouldn’t have married him if i didn’t.”
Michaels lips curl up into a smirk of pride at your response that’s my girl he thought to himself.
Expecting Joseph to say more or lash out he takes everyone by surprise by giving a bored uninterested nod “Fair enough.” He replies before dishing his food out.
Side glances are exchanged by everyone unable to even process the fact that joseph is being so strangely calm and unbothered.
“Y’all gon eat or stare all day?” He says before everyone grabs their utensils again.
You turn to look at Michael giving him a soft smile before leaning in to kiss his cheek “See that wasn’t so bad” You whisper in his ear as he blows out a breath before continuing to eat, looking at his father cautiously.
Marlon breaks the remaining high tension snorting into his drink whilst everyone resumes their conversations ignoring Joseph who’s eyes occasionally look between you and Michael as if in disbelief at his son’s bold decision.
At the end of the dinner after saying goodbye to everyone Katherine sees you and Michael out. Before you can turn to enter Bills car she grabs your arm, taking you by surprise she pulls you into a tight hug in which you melt into feeling her maternal warmth.
When she pulls away her eyes are glossy with unshed tears. “Thank you…for giving my Michael the happiness he deserves…and for bringing our family a new blessing.” She says before placing her warm hands on your bump with an affectionate smile.
Swallowing back your own emotional tears you lean back down hugging her again.
“Thank you for making me feel welcome, and raising such an amazing son.”
When you pull back from the hug she squeezes your hands again telling you to stay in touch before giving you a bag of leftover food telling you to keep her grandchild well fed before you finally enter the car.
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Two months later after the dinner, life evidently looks and feels more free.
You and michael weren’t living in secret anymore—not in terms of his personal life at least. The world didn’t know your identity but they knew you existed and that was Michael’s own adamant decision in order to protect you and his unborn child forever.
His family knew and loved ones knew and that was all that you ever wanted. You felt their love and support every single time you answered their phone calls despite his father deciding to stay out of the picture completely.
Resting your back on his chest, his warm strong hands soothingly caress your now six month old beautiful bump that’s fluttering with the strong kicks of your soon to be here daughter as he sings gentle melody’s aloud for her to hear.
“Michael?” You ask softly.
“Yes angel?” He responds pausing his singing to kiss your temple and tilt his head to listen to you.
Rubbing your hand that’s over his on your bump, you turn to look at him with a soft content expression on your face.
“I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
You say referring to everything that’s gone down in the past two years.
Meeting him at the arcade
Crushing and falling for him fast
Him proposing
Getting married to him
Getting pregnant
Him confessing it on live television
With a knowing smile and a matched expression of content he leans forward connecting your lips passionately allowing you to feel the love and warmth through the kiss that he was unable to say in words as you flutter your eyes shut giving him the same passion and mirrored affection.
℘ Synopsis: In which you lose a deal to your boyfriend, you now have to face your fears—petting his llamas.
℘ WC: 1.6k
A/N: This fic was so funny for me to make bc i’m lowkey scared of animals, so i was delulu imagining how michael would’ve been helping me😭 (also side note ik he didn’t have Lola and Louie at the same time—rip Lola 😭 but i wanted a cute scene of them petting both of them together!)
You were terrified. And I mean, terrified of animals. And it didn’t help that your boyfriend was practically the male version of snow white.
There was nothing Michael didn’t have over at Hayvenhurst from llamas, monkeys, peacocks, dogs, parrots–of every kind, snakes and ostriches, the list just went on.
When you thought about it, you had no idea where your fear had stemmed from. It wasn’t like you found the sight of animals repulsive, you thought they were adorable. But to actually go and pet one? Or go within three feet of one? Hell.No.
The only exception was bubbles. You found bubbles sweet and funny, you didn’t pet him but you sometimes gave him treats and high fives. But even then, Michael had to be holding him for you to feel fully comfortable.
Last week at Hayvenhurst you were round for dinner—a usual occurrence given that the entire family loved you. After the washing up was done and the table was cleared, his family headed upstairs to go to bed but you and Michael had remained downstairs moving to the living room to watch a midnight movie—one of your favourite things to do together.
You both settled on a slasher horror movie from the early 80s that you both had never seen before, which was funny because the two of you hated scary movies but you thought why not.
“I can’t look.” Michael raises his hands covering his face.
“Neither can I…” You whisper with your own face covered by a pillow.
“How much you wanna bet he’s right behind her?” Michael whispers.
“No, no he’s definitely still in that closet Mike.”
“No way he can’t still be in there after ten minutes baby, i promise ya he’s right on her tail.” He whispers as both of you are practically trying to enter each other's skin with how pressed up together you are.
“I’m tellin ya mike he’s still in that closet, there’s too many people around for him to do somethin stupid.”
“Baby I'm tellin ya he’s not.”
“Fine. Let’s make a deal.”
Bad decision.
“Sure.”
“If he’s still in that closet, you owe me back massages for a whole week.”
“Deal. And if he’s not?”
“If he’s not…then….” You trail off trying to think.
“You have to pet all my animals.”
Your head whips towards Michael’s as he's chuckling with his head thrown back at your reaction, your jaw drops.
“Michael, no way.”
“Yes way.” He says still cracking up
“No.”
“Okay my llamas at least? Please c'mon they are the friendliest!”
“Y’know what? Fine. deal. Because I'm so certain his ass is still in that closet. And I can't wait to prove you wrong.”
“Whatever you say baby.”
You and Michael continue to stay huddled close together, he’s now sharing your pillow, joining you in looking over it at the television that's currently displaying the eerie silent scene that makes you and Michael hold you breath watching through narrowed eyes at the character walking through a dark part of the house, the sound of the characters footsteps making the floor board creak makes you grip onto Michael’s hand.
Suddenly…a loud bang sounds causing you and Michael to almost jump off the couch, screaming as the killer attacks the character from behind—the killer who was in fact not in the closet.
When the gruesome scene finally ends Michael lowers the pillow and turns to you with a shit eating grin.
“No.”
“A deal is a deal baby.”
“Michael no. no. fucking. way. Are you out of your mind? I can't pet your animals!”
“Oh baby c’monn, please? This is a perfect opportunity for you to get over your fears.”
“No way Michael. Hell would have to freeze over.”
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Hell unfortunately didn’t freeze over, but his continuous begging, pleading and even bruising your ego by calling you a chicken–is how you found yourself the next day being dramatically pulled by his hand as Michael leads you to the cage where his two llamas are.
“Oh Michael I can't.” You whine trying to turn back around but he grips your shoulders redirecting you.
“C’mon baby I'm right here I promise they won’t hurt you.”
Finally approaching the llama side of his mini zoo at Hayvenhurst, you remain five feet apart from the gate as Michael walks in front of the two Peruvian llamas, extending out his hand to stroke the male one that comes to him first–Louie.
“Hi Louie, how are ya today?” He asks, speaking to his pet friend as if he was an ordinary human, stroking his ear and giving him a kiss on the side of his furry face.
Despite feeling anxious near his animals, you always melt at the sight of Michael interacting with them, it always touched your heart to see how loving and gentle he was along with how his beautiful spirit made even animals feel safe around him.
After pressing kisses on the female one–Lola, he turns to you with a soft smile extending his hand, “C’mere baby, i promise they don’t bite.”
You begin to walk forward very slowly as if the llamas would charge at you “Oh gosh they’re lookin right at me mike!”
He chuckles at your dramatics shaking his head “They just wanna say hi baby, i tell em about you all the time.”
You continue to take agonizingly slow steps towards the cage which would drive anyone else insane but Michael is patient he doesn’t get irritated or rush you, when you finally stand where he is you cling onto him as he wraps his arm around your waist holding you close before giving your lips a peck.
“I got you baby I promise. Okay now just reach out your hand and stroke Lola’s fur, here look.” He demonstrates reaching his hand out and stroking the top of her backs fur soothingly “See? Just like that, soft n gentle she wont hurt you i swear on it.”
You take a deep breath as Michael rubs your arm supportively as you reach your shaky hand forward towards Lola, when Lola senses your hand she abruptly turns her nose to sniff it making you flinch backwards but Michael holds you firmly.
“Oh my gosh–”
“It's okay baby! It's okay! It's normal, she just wants to get used to your scent she won’t hurt you.” You roll your shoulders taking another deep breath.
“Mike, I don't know about this.”
“My love im right here she won’t harm you, okay? here lets do it together.”
He holds onto our wrist before sliding his hand over yours so that it becomes one as both of you lean it forward until your palm connects to her thick coat of fur as her soothing heat seeps through your fingers, you release a surprised gasp at the softness, this was your first time petting an animal–ever.
“See? There you go baby.” Michael whispers with a proud growing smile watching you stroke your palm back and forth over Lola’s fur, he’s removed his hand from yours ages ago but you haven’t realised.
“Shes so soft and warm” You whisper unaware of the warm smile that's painted your own face. The llama makes soft humming sounds indicating she's enjoying the strokes just as Louie makes his way over wanting some attention too.
“Looks like Louie wants some love too baby.” Michael whispers, caressing Louie's furry face.
You decide to be brave, removing your hand away from Lola to move it towards Louie who is currently getting love from Michael. When Michael sees your hand reaching out for Louie his eyes light up with a big smile as you stroke Louie with a little bit more confidence, even moving to stroke his ears where Michael just was.
“Baby you’re doin it! Oh my gosh m'so proud of you.”
You smile shyly at your boyfriend's praises, feeling as if you were a child who just learnt to ride a bike for the first time.
“See? Look they love you baby, told ya so.” He whispers giving Lola some attention as you continue to pet Louie.
“Wanna feed em?” He asks as you turn your head to him.
“Mmm..i dunno mike–”
“C’mon please? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
You exhale softly knowing that you’ve gained a little bit more confidence seeing that they have in fact been harmless towards you so far. “Alright..but just a little bit.”
“Of course!” Michael says before reaching below to where a bucket of hay is, grabbing a small handful and placing it in your palms.
“Here baby, okay just reach your palms out and Louie will eat it.”
Feeling jittery again, you reach out your hay filled palms slightly flinching when Louie’s attention is back on you as he heads over leaning his neck down before using his tongue to collect the hay into his mouth.
You laugh feeling the slickness of his tongue tickle your palms as he finishes it all hungrily you can’t help but watch in awe “Good job Louie.” You say stroking the top of his furry head.
This continues for about twenty minutes, feeding the llamas hay and grass with Michael who joins in whilst watching you fondly making sure you’re okay. He witnesses your fear of them melt away into adoration, a complete contrast of the scared girl he brought over to Hayvenhurst for the time. He sees your new confidence taking over as you continue to speak to them the way he does, and even shocking both him and yourself when you lean in pressing a kiss on both of them.
You turn your head meeting Michael’s eyes that's already trained on you with pride mirroring his own warm smile with your own “I can’t believe I'm really doin this mike!” You exclaim excitedly as Michael laughs handing you more grass.
“I always knew you could baby. See? Completely harmless.”
“You’re right, they're sweethearts! I was scared for nothing!”
“Mhm, soo…are you ready for the tigers?”
He watches the smile on your face drop faster than lightening as he drops the bucket of grass laughing loudly holding his stomach.
℘ Michael Jackson x f! black reader ~ oneshot, read pt2 here
℘ WC: 2.4K words
A/N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3
February 28th 1984
The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.
The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.
You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.
When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.
You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.
You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.
I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.
You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.
Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.
he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.
Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.
You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.
Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.
You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.
Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.
This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.
And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.
This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.
Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.
A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.
Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.
Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.
15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.
"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"
Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.
Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.
"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."
The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.
"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."
Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head
"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.
At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:
"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?
"And the girls in the balcony"
With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.
Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.
But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.
Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.
At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.
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Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.
However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.
You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.
It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-
Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.
You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.
"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."
That voice
You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more
"You're the girl on the balcony right?"
"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"
You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.
"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."
Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.
“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension
At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"
At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.
"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.
He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."
His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly
"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."
He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."
"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”
Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”
Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up
“You designed this yourself? really?”
“Mhm” you nod
"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."
Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."
You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.
"Thank you, that’s very kind."
"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."
Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.
Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.
"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number
"Whats your name doll?"
You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?
The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again
"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."
You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle
"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"
"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."
His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"
"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.
Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.
He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.
Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.
Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.
Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.
