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In the closet

“𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝”

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Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! Black reader

Type: One shot

Synopsis: Michael longs for a private romantic relationship away from the public eye with a girl nobody knows about, when he enters the bookstore in a public disguise and sees you, you might just be his manifestation. Warnings: Sexual themes, MDNI, smut, 18+, fingering, bookstore sex, cursing, p in v sex

WC: 4528

A/N: Hii!! This is my first fanfic on my page so I hope you enjoy, sorry if it’s not the best it’s my first time writing smut aswell😭 have a beautiful day/night <3

February California 1992

Two weeks. Two whole weeks of Michael trying to get this frustrating song to come together.

He had practically already wrapped up all of the songs for his upcoming album dangerous. He had made 13 songs to be exact with the help of his amazing producers Quincy jones and Teddy riley.

But there was something missing, a song - containing ideas that have been in the back of his mind for months.

And after a restless night of tossing and turning he had sat up in his bed and the revelation came to him. This song needed to be personal. It needed to be about love, and yes in the past he had made dozens of songs regarding the topic. But this one, need to specifically be about the type of love that he wants- no the type of love he has always wanted.

With lyrics that came straight from his soul, a song about a private yet passionate infatuation.

His entire life has always been put out on display including his love life ever since he entered adulthood. Every female interaction flashed with cameras for everyone to see and grasp.

Michael yearned for a romance that was private but wasn't a secret. He yearned for people and interviewers to ask who the mystery girl was and why he was extra smiley recently.

A romance where him and his lover are nowhere near the spotlight for people to claw apart. A romance where him and his lover could be ordinary people. Where he wasn't a popstar but just a man in love.

Something he was never able to do with his previous relationships where the females were only with him for his name and fame. Hidden kisses, caresses and whispers that only him and his lover knew about without needing to do it in front of cameras. A relationship where they both took a vow to keep it in the closet.

A day after arriving back at neverland with pure fatigue, Michael couldn't think of a better way to spend his day off than to add new marvel comics to his never ending collection.

On the drive back home from the Westlake recording studio yesterday, with his temple resting against the cold glass of window, he noticed a new book store had just opened down the street.

Which is currently why after 30 minutes of putting on his usual hidden public disguise of fake facial hair, short afro wig, buck teeth, baseball cap, some dark aviator shades and baggy clothes. Michael heads out of his ranch getting inside of his bodyguard Bill Bray's black Mercedes Benz on the way to the new bookstore he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

You’ve finally managed to open your own little but filled to the brim bookstore. To say it wasn’t easy was an understatement but you done it.

With the help of your life long motivation of always wanting to own your own bookstore, twelve year old you would probably be screaming with joy right now.

It’s only been open for about 3 weeks, but tears never fail to brim in the corners of your eyes at how your hard work has caused hundreds of customers bustling in everyday.

Everything is exactly how you’ve always dreamed for it to be, dimly light store giving off a warm, nostalgic kind of vibe with a variety of different types of novels and genres filling up the oak wood shelves that took you days to build all by yourself.

Today however, is a quieter day with maybe around 15 customers so far. The weather could be the main culprit for the lack of customers, the windows of the store are still slightly blurred from the rain that ended about 15 minutes ago.

Water droplets have their own race as the after drizzle sun sets the store into a gentle golden hour, lighting up the entire store.

Just as you were restocking the comic book areas, the soft chim of the bell indicating someone’s arrival sounds in the store.

Turning around you can’t help but be slightly startled by the homeless looking man across from you. Softly clearing your throat, you make sure your tone and body language remain friendly.

“Hi sir, can I help you with anything? Or do you just want to have a look around first?”

Michaels eyes flicker up from behind the large aviators he’s wearing, immediately his eyes wander over you with an appreciation that makes his heart beat shamelessly.

You were a rare beauty, the type of beauty he hadn’t seen in a very long time, the type of beauty that inspired a lot of his songs, pyt to be specific.

His tongue wets his lips as he takes in your deep melanin skin that sat in mesmerising contrast on the cream knitted sweater you were wearing, thick dark coils coming from your scalp reminding him of the hair he once had in his teen days, was pulled back into a cute low white ribboned ponytail. Just looking at you had his mind swarming with future lyric ideas.

“Hi..im just lookin around” he finally manages to reply.

With a polite smile your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly at the familiarity of his voice, but you brush off the thought and carry one of the boxes to head over to a shelf that needed to be restocked.

Finally releasing a small breath he didn’t know he was holding, Michael takes his time to look around nodding in amazement of how you managed to use this small space to build such an aesthetically pleasing book store.

“Just opened up huh? This place is amazing” he says out loud as he heads to the comic section.

From where you were standing across the store you shyly smile in appreciation at the thick moustached man

“Oh uh- thanks! yeah I opened up a few weeks ago, still so much left to do” you replied with a light easy going chuckle.

Looking over your shoulder you see the man slightly hunched over browsing through the marvel collection, your eyes are fixated on the way his long slender fingers are pulling each comic back in search of something.

Thickly swallowing, you shake your head - get a hold of yourself Y/N he’s a customer you thought to yourself. In your defence, it has been a long time since you’ve done anything with a man, so the mere sight of fingers as perfect as his had you salivating.

Holding in your amusement seeing how concentrated with a frown he didn't know he had as the man was in search of something, you put down the box deciding to stroll over.

“Are you looking for the new Amazing spiderman comic?”

Michael slightly jumps at the sound of your voice before chuckling softly

“Yeah uh, I guess it’s all sold out isn’t it? I should’ve came earlier but I’ve got a really busy schedule you see.”

There it was again- that voice. A voice that the entire world knows and a voice that can never be mistaken.

“No not at all- I have some new stocks I’ll go grab it for you-......sir I’m sorry if this comes across a bit weird and trust me when i say this is a major compliment but- has anyone ever told you that you sound exactly like Michael Jackson?”

His eyes enlarged before relaxing them, clearing this throat to seem unfazed

“oh me? Well that’s a first”

He forces a casual chuckle despite how his fingers are fidgeting with each other in nervousness of his cover potentially about to be blown but luckily it wasn’t.

And for about two months, after that visit, he made sure to always visit your little book store if not to browse the comics, it was to get a glimpse of you.

He was infatuated and you had no idea. Each time he visited a new lyric for his 14th song was created, you learned that his name was William or at least that was what he told you it was.

He was so sweet and kind, a friendship had soon blossomed, hanging out when he had long weeks off, walking you home after your shifts were over just to make sure you were safe. Sometimes even being there your entire shift to help around.

It started to dawn on you that your own sense of attraction and liking was starting to develop for him….which was weird because he never properly showed you his face before, he always had his cap and dark glasses on, you had no idea what his eyes even looked like, he also had very funny teeth but you grew to find it cute.

But it wasn't about the looks for you. What mainly captivated you was his personality, he always had you excited when the bell to your store would shake. And his voice, gentle like a whisper with a hint of southern to it, you always told him his voice reminded you of Michael Jackson but he always gave you that charming laugh and called you crazy.

On a bright April day you were cleaning up the store, today the store was closed so you were alone dusting and reorganising certain areas.

Your fluffy coils were down from your usual ponytail, framing your face like a crown, you’ve got a broom stick in your hands whilst your hips are swaying in your sundress to pyt by Michael Jackson which was currently playing from the stereo.

You were so engulfed in singing the lyrics and sweeping, you couldn't even hear the bell to your store chimming.

Upon entering, Michael hears his voice coming from the electronic, pyt the popular song from his album thriller.

He looks up seeing the effortless sway of your hips, your sundress is sage green complimenting the skin he’s already dreamed about kissing, and your thick coils which he’s always wanted to see out of the ribbon is now wild and free framing the face he’s started sketching during breaks inside his studio.

Michael leans his back against the door with a playful smirk resting on his lips bopping his own head to the tune, he hasn’t announced his presence yet, he’s just taking his time to enjoy the fact that the little bookstore worker who’s had him wrapped around her finger for weeks, is singing her heart out to his song who she has no idea belongs to him.

Whilst dancing, you shimmy yourself to twirl around before seeing a tall figure by the door, letting out a scream and jump you adjust your eyes to see William just casually resting against the stores door

“Shit! Will- fuck you scared the crap out of me!”

Michael- or William, throws his head back with a loud chuckle before composing himself

“Sorry!- I really didn’t mean to scare ya doll! I just didn’t want to interrupt all those cool dance moves you got goin on”

Your cheeks grow warm in embarrassment, cool dance moves my ass you couldn’t dance to save your life.

Biting your lip to conceal your own humour you playfully hit his arm “Shut up! you didn’t see anything!”

Michael continues to laugh before holding onto your arms to block the hits.

“Okay okay! but all jokes aside, you uh….really like this song huh?….and Michael Jackson too?”

Your giggles subside as you nod enthusiastically

“Mhm, of course I mean who doesn’t? Hes the king of pop! he’s the best”

Michaels heart flutters hearing your words, you have no idea who were speaking to and the entire fact about this makes Michael melt even more. Hearing the raw genuine appreciation in your voice makes him want to just rip off the disguise and reveal himself to you, the real him.

But as he continues to look down at you his breath hitches seeing your beauty so up close he can’t help but lift his hand to tip your chin up, your own heart is beating rapidly in your chest that you can’t help but ask

“Let me see your eyes….”

Michael nervously swallows but his thumb strokes and caresses your cheek soothingly, making you lean more into his touch. After all these weeks the feelings between both of you are now undeniable, he caught feelings for you the moment he stepped into the bookstore and as cliche as it sounded it really was love at first sight for him.

You were so unknown, so beautiful, so away from the spotlight and prying eyes, everything he’s ever wanted and everything he’s been describing about when writing the lyrics for his new song.

Looking into your deep brown irises through his aviators he realises it’s now or never.

“Okay…..b-but….i got somethin I need to tell you first Y/N”

Your smile slightly falters hearing the uncharacteristic seriousness in his tone making you straighten and nod to show you’re listening, paying attention to whatever it is that made his mood so suddenly nervous.

Seeing your nod Michael feels a bit reassured but still anxious at what your reaction will be. Would you be mad? Happy? Sad and upset? Hurt? Betrayed? He prayed whatever reaction you gave him that he made sure to tell you it was out of pure innocence.

He never meant to fool you, he wears disguises all the time but with you….you turned into his escape route, someone who he couldn’t wait to see after his long days in the studio, someone who he could be private with and way from all the questions of the press and the world, someone who he has happened to fall in love with whilst trying to disappear from the world.

“Okay….just….promise me you won’t get mad?”

“I promise William…..you’re scaring me…”

“N-no don’t be scared just…..just close your eyes okay?”

You nervously nod not knowing what to expect before closing them and placing your hands over your eyes.

Seeing your eyes closed, Michael takes a deep breath before removing his cap slowly along with the fake afro wig letting his natural dark curls fall down.

“William what’s taking so long..?” You ask hearing shuffling.

“Keep em closed” Michael says, he steps back from you to look out the windows of the store to see if anyone is peeping in or walking by before finally removing the last pieces of the disguise, the teeth and the thick moustache. He now stands before you in his true form his true appearance his true identity his heart racing, praying to God that he doesn’t lose you over this.

“Okay y-you can open em now….”

Hearing his voice of confirmation makes you slowly lower your hands opening your eyes slowly, blinking to adjust your eyes to the light before your entire facial expression falls and turns into shock at the sight you’re seeing.

Michael. Freaking. Jackson. Is standing in front of you. Is this a dream? A joke? A prank? Did William quickly step out of the shop and Michael Jackson was a customer who came in? Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, words unable to come out as you blink rapidly.

“Please don’t panic- okay? It’s me- William- well no- I’m Michael…..God I don’t want you to be nervous around me.”

You step back as Michael’s facial expression crumbles making him step forward

“P-please y/n i-”

“I-I’m not mad…” you say still staring at him with widened eyes

“I just….woah..” you chuckle softly

Hearing your chuckle makes his perfect face light up with a gentle smile

“There she is……I promise I wasn’t doing it to fool with you on purpose……I really like you y/n”

Flutters erupt in your chest at his words “I….like you too….William…or Michael? Whatever your name is” You lightly joke as both of you laugh out loud

“Why didn’t you tell me…? I mean of course I would freak out I mean- I’m trying so hard not to right now! You’re Michael Jackson for goodness sake!”

“I-I know…I just- I never planned to feel this way for you….i wear disguises all the time to just live a normal life for a day…don’t get me wrong I love my fans to death but…I just wanted to go out without having to sign autographs, have paparazzi and interviewers swarming all around me- hell I’ve even had to close down certain malls just to shop.”

Your eyes soften in sympathy hearing him explain everything

“I saw this amazing new book store…I never knew I was gonna fall for the owner…and I never wanted to keep my identity from you, I guess I just thought that…..if I had shown you…you wouldn’t treat me like I was a regular person.”

“Michael….i would have….i knew you were hiding something since you always wore that cap and glasses but i never expected you to be Michael freaking Jackson."

You say making a small smile form on his lips

"i like you too…a lot, and it’s your personality I fell for….you’re kind and funny….really sweet….of course I’m shocked you’re Michael Jackson but…I don’t care, I really do have feelings for you.”

Michaels tense shoulders immediately relax in relief

“Really…?”

You softly nod

“Well..now that you know angel….you have to promise me….you can’t tell anyone. About me…about us…I wanna enjoy you and whatever this is between us all to myself.”

The look in his eyes are filled with a longing that was enough to make you fall for him even more

“I promise. I won’t tell a soul about you…about us…no one has to know.”

Michael smiles kissing your forehead before resting his own on yours looking at you tenderly

“I knew you had the same voice as him because you are him!” You say playfully punching his arm breaking the sappy moment

He laughs before grabbing you by your waist pulling you closer so your chests are now flushed together as he looks down at you.

Your breath hitches looking up at his now revealed eyes, gentle brown, kind deer like eyes looking down at you with nothing but want and passion, his eyes flicker down to your lips that are slightly parted releasing soft breaths that he wants to swallow.

“Kiss me…”

You whisper, your own eyes now on his lips after weeks of wanting to know what they felt like regardless of knowing what his true identity was.

“Baby….if I start….i don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Your thighs physically squeeze together at his words, the huskiness of voice…and the raw neediness swimming in his pupils.

Physically unable to even utter the words he sees the expression in your face and that’s all he needs as a confirmation before pulling apart from you to pull the draws of the blinds down concealing the entire bookstore in a dim light with only weak sunlight streaming in through the closed blinds just enough to make out the features of his face.

Before anything else can be uttered between you both, he cups the side of your face with his large hand and envelopes his mouth with yours. The kiss is hungry yet careful, making sure he’s remaining a gentleman whilst showing you how much he’s been waiting for this moment. Your warm tongue that slips into his mouth immediately loses its battle of attempted dominance as Michaels tongue wraps around it making you let out a soft noise that goes straight to his already growing crotch.

Each attempt you make to pull away to breathe for air his mouth is chasing yours as if trying to consume you. His hands move from your face to your lower back with a burning need to go lower and feel the curves that have been inspiring his lyrics for weeks.

Seeing his hesitance you gently pull your head back to look into his eyes, before grabbing his hands and putting them on your ass where you've been craving for him to touch.

“You can touch me….im all yours.”

Hearing your seductive words removes all ounces of shyness he had remaining, grabbing your arms and tossing them around his neck for you to have support before he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your yelp of surprise at his boldness is cut off when his lips are crashing onto yours again like a magnet as he turns and walks forward making your back press against the nearby bookshelf.

“You don’t know how- much- I’ve wanted you…wanted someone like you…”

He whispers hungrily between the kisses before trailing them down into the skin of your neck sucking onto it, the warmth of his tongue and breath has you panting almost pathetically, you pull him impossibly closer needing more of him, more of his touch, more of his mouth.

“I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look today.”

Michael says pulling his mouth away from your skin to look down at you, long gone was the nervous man who revealed his identity earlier, all you’re now seeing is a man who looks like he’s been starved.

His doe eyes have sharpened with dark lust as the long slendered fingers you noticed the first time you ever saw him are now travelling up the buttery smooth brown skin of your thigh getting higher to where your dirty mind has been visualising for weeks.

“M-Michael-”

“Shh…baby..let me show you how beautiful I find you.”

And with that, you let out a gentle gasp as his finger tips come into contact with the wet spot of your panties

“Fuck mama you're so wet for me….gosh you’re everything.”

He whispers into your ear sucking onto your earlobe making you shudder before his fingertips are finally on your sensitive bud drawing slow but heavy circles making your whole body arch forward into him.

“A-ah Michael- fuck that feels so good.”

He releases shaky breaths into your neck continuing to kiss any inch of skin he can find on your upper body whilst his fingers are pulling your panties to the side almost teasingly, agonisingly slow wanting to hear your confirmation - needing to hear it.

“Please- please Michael.” you plead almost crying as your eyes water with frustrating need.

“Please what angel? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it”

He whisper against your lips waiting for them to utter the words he needs

“I-i need your fingers- please I need them inside of me so ba- aghh”

Your deep moan cuts off your words as he finally pushes in two of his slender fingers that are long enough to immediately hit that spongy spot that curls your toes.

“A-agh…M-Michael- ohh gosh”

“That’s it….God you’re so fucking beautiful….is this what you wanted?”

Your neck is thrown back against the bookshelf resting on a novel behind you, your eyes are squeezed shut whilst you're panting for air clenching perfectly around his digits as his fingers are pumping into you with an intensity that’s about about to make you come almost instantly.

“M-Michael- please- I need more- I need you so bad baby please”

Your words make him snap as pulls his fingers out releasing a whine in your throat at the loss of contact.

The sight of him sucking his fingers clean off your arousal is enough to make you almost come whilst he uses the same hand to hastily undo the belt of his jeans.

His other arm is still around you hoisting you up against the bookshelf with a tight and firm grip so you don’t fall

His leaking dick finally springs free between you both making you almost drool at the size as you reach down giving it a painfully long stroke from his base to tip that forces him slap his hand onto the shelf behind you for support, whimpering pathetically into your neck.

“O-oh gosh- angel I need you so bad- please let me put it in”

You can’t help but smirk at the duality of this man, a couple seconds ago he was making you use your words just to get his fingers inside of you and now he’s whimpering into your neck just from a couple strokes to his hard dick

You guide his thick tip to your entrance rubbing it across your slit letting your wetness act as a lube for you both before he can’t take the torture anymore he pushes your hand away and thrusts his hips upwards into your warm heat

Both of you moan in sync, faces scrunched in pleasure as he uses his arm to continue holding you up against him keeping your legs wrapped securely around his waist the other hand still on the bookshelf behind you as he begins to thrust deeply

“Mmph- baby- God you feel so perfect, you’re so pretty”

You forget how many times you moan his name the entire bookstore is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other your thick fro starting to conceal your face making him use his hand to brush it away not wanting your face to be hidden from him for even just a second

“Faster please go faster don’t stop”

Your whimpering cries and pleas for him to go faster and to not stop makes him practically turn into steel inside of you his eyes rolling back as he goes hard enough that a couple of books have fallen from the shelf to the ground.

He pulls the front of your sundress low enough for your breasts to spill out as he sucks onto your brown nipple erupting louder moans from your pretty lips making you arch your chest more forward into his mouth.

You meet his thrusts pushing your hips forwards causing his moans to grow deeper around your breast, he pulls away to smash his lips onto yours again tongue deep swallowing your moans.

“Y/N oh Y/N I’m gonna- I’m gonna come.”

The whisper of his words against your lips was enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him as you cry his name again, gripping his shirt tightly arching your back off the oak wood shelf, coming hard around his arousal soaked length that’s still pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace.

The tight clench of your heat was enough to make him groan almost painfully as he spills inside of you rope after rope panting heavily into your neck, his hips still lazily thrusting upwards to their own accord as if having a mind of its own.

Panting, you lift your head back up from the shelf to look at him, already finding his eyes looking at you with words written on his face that don’t even need to be spoken for you to know.

“Be mine…”

He says whilst brushing away more coils from your face pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek that makes you smile sheepishly

“Yours or Williams?”

He bursts out laughing showcasing the beautiful famous smile and small dimples that every fan has fallen for as it hits you that he’s really Michael Jackson.

“Mine. Michaels, no more William just Michael, angel.”

With a shy grin you nod pressing a small kiss onto his lips

“But promise me, to keep it in the closet?”

“I promise.”

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