#michael x reader

[botdfaholic]

posting my first fic / request tonight !!

if u wanna be tagged lmk <3

[whoisit-itsme]

i say i miss michael like i knew him personally 💔

[cchampangemamii]

Why am I never seeing any cowboy!Michael fics…

[miratate]

love ur themeeeeeeee 😝😝😝😝😝❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

WHEN I TELL YOU I LOOKED AT THE MIRROR AND DID THIS

tysm queen i love u

[theonlyonlinefish]

Hear me out, you’re Michael’s girl on the set of beat it and once the crew wrap up for the day, Michael being the perfectionist he is, wants to stay back and rehearse more moves and scenes in the bar with the pool tables. You stay back with him and mention how you’ve always wanted to be bent over a pool table and he happily obliges, maybe a little eating while you’re sat on the edge of the table before he annihilates you with backshots that leave your scratch marks in the felt. The next morning the director asks why there’s scratches all over the felt on the pool table and you and Mikey just laugh and blush

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

The crew had wrapped up filming almost an hour ago but Michael wasn’t satisfied with his performance. Continuously practicing the same techniques over and over until he felt satisfied. You stayed behind with your boyfriend, yes it was late but you didn’t mind. At this point it was a normal routine for you, while he practiced enthusiastically you watched him, proudly. You loved watching Michael bring his magic to life, his creative vision was nothing like what you had ever seen before

You felt his lips connect with your forehead before chugging down the bottled water in his hands and placing it on the pool table. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed soft kisses on your neck and burying his face in your neck, his hands caressing the back of your shoulders “Sorry for keeping you up so late, I know you’re probably tired of me by now”

“You know I hate when you say things like that, I love spending time with you regardless”

“My favorite girl” he blushed squeezing you in his embrace, feeling him caress your body made you moan slightly “How can I make it up to you?”

Michael’s eyes met yours , the devious smirk on your face followed by your fingers dragging up and down his jacket told him everything he needed to know. The two of you had been sexually active for the last two months and it felt like everytime the two of you had sex it wasn’t enough, every second of the day the two of you wanted more from one another

You hopped off the table, grabbing the pool stick and bending over in front of Michael—practicing your aim as if if we’re shooting in a ball “While you were filming today I had my own ideas”

Catching your drift Michael grabbed you by your waist—pressing himself into your butt and rubbing his hands up and down your back, licking his lips appreciating how thick you’ve gotten

Next thing you knew, your pants were at your ankles and Michael’s face was smothered in between your lips and moaning inside you. Using his large hands to grab your cheeks and keep them spread apart as he slurped on your clitoris again and again. His tongue spread flat as he flicked it up and down your pussy collecting everything you produced, moving his head back and forth causing a loud suction noise between his movements

You gripped at the edges of the pool table unable to move because of the grip Michael had you in “I wish I knew how beautiful it looked from behind” he complimented “it’s so pink”

“Michael I need to cum” feeling your stomach quivering “Please” you panted

“Let me have it, all of it mama”

Michael twisted his index finger inside of you while sucking on your clitoris, making you scream out in agony as you came all over his mouth. Placing a succulent smile on his face

“Mhm” he replied “Give it to me pretty girl”

He nearly suffocated himself with your pussy sucking up everything you just released. Your toes curled and your throat ached from moaning his name constantly. Michael loved eating you out, it’s been times where that’s all he would do—then once you reached peak he’d be satisfied and go on about the rest of his day. As long as you were pleased he was happy

A shiver went down your spine at the sound of his belt coming undone and his hands back on your backside. He hissed through his teeth finally sliding his dick inside you, you were so wet that you sucked him in with ease “I could cum in you right now—you’re so wet for me”

“Look at me Princess”

You turned around and Michael grabbed you by your throat to force eye contact. Feeling his dick fill your insides you whimpered biting down on your lip. Starting off slow giving you a chance to adjust before picking up his pace

The both of you struggled to keep eye contact with one another, Michael easily fell in love with the gracious faces you made during sex. The way your eyes would fill with tears and watching your eyes roll. Michael on the other hand struggled with keeping his thoughts to himself. Always telling you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were. Sometimes he thought you being his lover was too good to be true because he thought you were out of his league

Michael grabbed one of your legs, placing it on the table which gave him access to slide in you all the way, hearing your screams grow stronger made him smirk to himself, simply replying with a “mhmm”

“You feel so good daddy please don’t stop” you moaned

“Keep talking to me like that” digging his fingers in your waist “God—“ he grunted watching you starting to cream around his dick “You’re making such a mess back here pretty girl”

“Right there—oh fuck baby I’m cumming” you cried out

Michael sped up his pace with his arms now gripping onto your shoulders, feeling your walls tighten around his dick before you creamed on him

Pulling out without a second to spare Michael whined for you as he jerked himself off and came over your cheeks. Breathing hard and whiny for more

The following evening the two of you returned to set, reeking of puppy love as neither one of you could keep your hands off one another. So busy kissing one another that you failed to see the director scratching his head at the claw marks in the pool table

“Michael what the hell happened here ??” Pointing at the pool table

Both of you embarrassed realizing the evidence you left behind. The both of you suffering over yourself trying to come up with an excuse

“Maybe it was bubbles?” Biting your lip trying to conceal your laughter

“Yeah right” he scoffed walking off

“It won’t happen again John” Michael pleaded

Michael was so embarrassed the rest of the day he barely said two words in between filming, everytime he looked up at you his cheeks burned blushing red , the director quickly put two and two together with the doe eyes the two of you passed each other

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[michaelsxprincess]

Requests are back open babes🩷 I still have some in my inbox and I will work on a dbf!Michael fic next. SO excited about it and I actually think this could become a new AU on my blog🥹

Sorry if I can’t write your request🥺 I promise if I don’t it has a reason, love you all🩷

[michaelsxprincess]

Hello!! I’m from Italy so I’m sorry for any grammatical mistake!

I’m truly, really in love with your works and with how you portray Michael, it’s fascinating! It’s hard for me to find these types of stories as some people find them weird, but you truly manage to write everything in a pure and loving way, I’m obsessed, thank you so so much!! 😭 you’re my favourite author here for sure.

I have a request, let me know if you think this could work: daddy Michael taking care of reader, maybe realising some kinks that she has and doing everything he can to satisfy her, if you would like to also write some smut that would be awesome! Feel free to choose whatever kinks you want, I trust you!

Thank you so much❤️

Thank you so much for this request babe! I had fun writing this, and I hope you're fine with the generic kink I chose, also I am sorry for abrupting the smut a little :( felt a bit emotional distant about writing it because of the past few days, hope you like it anyways! Love ya!!

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 — Michael Jackson x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Daddy notices everything. The way you pout when you're upset, the little habits you don't even realize you have... and lately, one tiny detail he simply can't stop thinking about. Curious to find out why, Michael decides to ask.

WARNINGS: daddy!michael, bratty!reader, established relationship, age gap, guided exploration, praise, reassurance, emotional intimacy, fluff, aftercare, smut, choking, kink exploration, idk what else

Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!

WC: 2.8k

A/N: Babes, I had a tough couple of days, but hope to be writing more now over the weekend, MWAH 🩷

-Baby

♡ ───── ♡ ───── ♡

The first time Michael had noticed, was when he was taking you in the morning. It was his ‘good luck charm’, as he called it, when he had a busy day ahead. Barely pushing down his pajama bottoms to rest around his thighs, pushing aside your panties to push into your already dripping folds. You laid on your side, Michael’s breath hot in your neck as you sleepily whimpered for him.

“That feels good, doesn’t it princess?” he breathed into your ear with his raspy voice, knocking his fat tip against your cervix with every thrust. Your eyes were still closed, and you found his hand on your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Yes daddy” you mewled. In the mornings, when your mind was still fogged with sleep, he had you cumming in no time. He felt your orgasm approaching, as your legs began trembling, and your grip on him tightened. But there was something new. You seemed to be holding your breath. The usual staggered little exhales coming from your lips didn’t sound in the room, and as your release rushed through you, you exhaled deeply, your breath heavy.

The second time he noticed, he was eating you out. Your fluids messily running down his chin as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. He looked up at you, his fingers pushing dents into the flesh of your thighs as he was holding them apart. You gripped his wet hair, pulling him even closer as he sucked on your clit like it was his favorite candy.

He let go of you with a pop, releasing one of your legs to push two of his ridiculously long fingers inside your fluttering hole.

“That’s my good girl, clenching around mere fingers” he whispered, his eyes full with lust as he curled his fingers into your sweet spot. And again, the usual signs of your orgasm approaching were there. He knew every detail, having seen you climax hundreds of times. Your face turned red as you held your breath, all throughout the body shaking orgasm you had felt. Only when your walls stopped fluttering around his fingers did you inhale deeply, catching your breath.

It happened a third time, and a fourth time. And Michael knew, this wasn’t just a coincidence anymore. So he tried acting up on your little habit, slowly.

He had been gone for two days, attending important meetings and of course you had come running into his arms the second you heard the key twist in the front door. You stood there for a while, the deep hug and welcoming peck turning into a heated make out session quickly. The two of you just couldn’t stand to be without each other for long.

As your tongues were dancing together, your lips glistening with his spit, he carefully circled his large hand around your throat. He just rested it there for a second, before holding onto it a little firmer, pulling you flush against his body by your neck.

You whined into the kiss, your knees becoming weak so that he had to hold you up against him with his other arm slung around your waist.

From that moment he was certain.

Of course the kissing didn’t end there, you ended up desperately fucking in the entry hall, your body pressed up against the wall by Michael’s hands.

“Daddy,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders, “’m so close, gonna cum”

He let out a growl, and rutted into you deeper.

“I know baby, I know,” he breathed, needy moans spilling from his throat, “y’gripping onto me so tight, daddy always knows when you close”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shook around his waist violently. But as he looked at you, you didn’t hold your breath. You weren’t doing it. The little exhales against his skin were hot. He shook his head, his pace stayed relentless.

“Don’t breathe” he ordered through clenched teeth, holding back his own release.

Your eyes widened, but you did as he said, holding your breath until you released all over his cock.

He had taken a much deserved shower after that, and you waited for him in bed all smiley. The door opened, and the sight of him left you biting your lip. His hair was still damp, a towel around his shoulders. Something about seeing him in casual clothes excited you. Simple sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, but it suited him so well.

“What’s got you all smiley, pretty girl?” he asked, climbing onto the bed and sitting down next to you.

“Hmmm,” you placed your index finger on your chin, and looked up, pretending to think about it, “Maybe the three orgasms you just gave me?”

He chuckled, before leaning down and placing a kiss to your temple.

“I missed you baby” he muttered, laying his head on your chest. You raked your fingers through his damp hair gently.

“I missed you too, daddy” you whispered, happy to have him back home. The house felt too empty without him.

He hummed, relaxing into your touch. He had craved this so much after two full busy days, surrounded by producers and people constantly nagging at him. You used your other hand to gently scratch your nails against his jaw and cheek, knowing he loved that. He leaned into your touch almost immediately, leaving you to smile.

Minutes of silence passed, and you thought he had fallen asleep, his breathing having calmed down as he laid perfectly still. But then he slung his arm around your waist tightly, rubbing his hand over the soft flesh.

“Daddy?” you asked, your finger twirling a strand of his black hair.

“Mh?” his eyes were closed, his cheek smushed against your plush boob.

“Liiike, there is this necklace I want, and-”

He interrupted you with a groan, turning his face to hide in your chest.

“Don’t you have enough necklaces you never wore before?” his voice came out muffled against the fabric of your nightgown.

“You didn’t even listen to what kind of necklace it is” you pouted.

He lifted his head a little, his brows raised as he met your eyes.

“Let me guess, diamonds? White gold? Pink?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, tightening the grip in his hair. He scrunched his eye up in pain, though a smile was planted on his face.

“Well, partly” you started, making him chuckle, “but, it will have a pendant with an initial”

You explained it very proudly, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What initial, princess?”

“M,” you beamed, “for Michael”

He sighed. As much as he wanted to say no, your idea was simply too adorable for his heart to bear.

“How much is it, hm?”

“Not too bad, daddy” you smiled, gliding your thumb along his sharp jaw, “maybe ten? Thousand?”

He rolled his eyes, because for your usual taste, it wasn’t that much.

“Alright princess, but make sure to wear it often, yea?”

You squealed and gave him an eager nod.

“Calm down” he chuckled, before claiming his original position once more, “I said yes, so keep caressing daddy”

You giggled, and did as he said, his hand resting warmly on your waist. He sighed deeply as your nails carefully scratched along his scalp, knowing he was sensitive there.

“I will do it alll night if you need me to, daddy” you whispered, making him smile.

“You better, little girl”

He melted into your touch further, the steady rhythm of your breathing calming him.

His eyes opened. Your breathing. He looked up at you suddenly.

“Baby,” he started, “answer something for me”

You tilted your head and gave him a nod.

“Daddy's noticed something lately. Y’holding your breath when you're getting close”

The fingers threading through his hair stopped in their motion, and your eyes widened just slightly.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers, “do I?”

“You know you do” he chuckled, and a shy smile tugged at your lips.

“Maybe”

Michael smiled at you, before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Why’re you doing that, hm?”

“I don’t know,” you said, making him raise a brow at you, “really, it just came naturally, I didn’t even notice it at first”

Michael let out a hum, sitting up and slightly leaning over your body, one of his hands holding himself up beside your head. You looked up into his round eyes staring back at you.

“I wanna try something, will you let me baby?” his voice was low and quiet.

“Now?” you asked, slightly lifting your brows. He gave you a nod. “Okay”

He shifted again, pulling your legs apart with his hands so he could kneel in between them.

“Tap my arm when it’s too much, okay?” you nodded hesitantly, not sure what to expect, “I trust you baby, you really need to tap me”

You gulped, his hand slowly wandering up your body, starting from your stomach and gently all the way up to your neck. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, just resting there before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. You buried your own fingers into his t-shirt, nervousness and excitement rushing through your body at the same time.

Michael squeezed slightly, just enough for it to get a bit hard to breathe. His eyes never left yours, and your grip on him tightened. He pressed down a little more, a tiny gasp escaping your lips.

You could feel it now, the blood getting trapped in your head, breathing becoming significantly more difficult. Soon enough, you started feeling a little floaty. While it felt good, it was also unfamiliar, the tiniest hint of panic rising in you.

You lifted one of your hands and tapped him against his arm. He eased his grip immediately, and rubbed along the sensitive skin with his thumb as you caught your breath.

“Good girl, ‘m so proud of you” he praised, making your eyes sparkle. He smiled.

“You like that, hm? Like when daddy praises you?”

You gave him an eager nod, still breathing heavily.

“I know you do” he cooed, before squeezing down again, harder this time. Your lips parted, and your eyes glossed over.

“You’re such a pretty little thing baby, so good f’me, mh?”

You nodded, your hand circling around his arm, and he was about to let go of you, mistaking it for your sign to stop, but you were quick to pull him back.

“Oh, want more baby girl? Aw what a sweet thing you are”

A small, pathetic gasp escaped you, and you got more lightheaded by the second, your fingers digging into his skin to ground yourself. Your eyes fluttered shut, and your brows furrowed.

Michael felt a little nervous inside, watching as your face got redder, your lips beginning to tremble, but he didn’t let it show.

“Come on baby, daddy trusts you,” he whispered, his other hand coming to caress your hair.

You opened your eyes, vision a little blurry, and only then did you tap him. You inhaled sharply as he let go of you, body slightly shaking. Your chest heaved up and down as you looked him deep in the eyes, their attention solely on you. You pulled him down into a hug by his shirt, clinging onto him with your arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, holding you tightly. You smiled.

“I’m in bliss” you gasped, your hands finding his head and pulling him into a messy kiss. Michael was a bit surprised, but was quick to relax into your touch, exploring your mouth with his hot tongue passionately. You arched your body into him. Though you literally just had heated sex in the entry hall, he got you all hot and bothered again.

“Need you daddy,” you whined against his lips, before pulling away, “need you to fill me with your big cock, make me feel dizzy with your hand ‘round my throat”

Oh, you were gone. Talking without a single thought behind it.

“God baby, watch your mouth, hm. So dirty” he groaned, his dick stirring to life in his pants.

“Please” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it up to your neck.

He placed his large hand right where you wanted it, but he didn’t press down like you had expected him to. Instead, he began grinding his hips into yours. A sigh left you, while there was too much fabric creating a barrier, it was still a relief to your aching pussy.

“Daddy” you whined, matching his rhythm, moving your hips along his.

“Don’t cry, baby, you know you will get what you want” he panted, “Just gotta be patient”

You whimpered, tugging at his shirt. You wanted it off. Wanted to scratch along his chest and leave your marks, the only place you were allowed to. While your neck often carried blooming flowers of purple, claiming you as his, you were forbidden to do so.

“Atta girl” he said, finally tightening the grip around your throat. It left you to grind your hips faster, eyes glossing over in bliss.

“Fuck baby, I thought it was just a little habit of yours, but you love this, hm?”

You tried inhaling, but it only made cut off noises, not a single ounce of oxygen entering your lungs. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his own pleasure as he pressed even harder. You tapped his arm, little coughs spilling from you as he let go, stilling his movements.

“Breathe” he said, his tone strict yet gentle.

But you barely took your time to collect yourself, sitting up on your knees before pushing Michael down to sit on the mattress. He chuckled at your eagerness, your fingers trembling as you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. You freed his hard cock, hastily pulling off your panties before climbing into his lap.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, gripping you firmly at the shoulders, pulling you out of your trance a little, “slowly, baby. Wanna be hurting?”

You considered it for a moment, before nodding. Michael’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Feel so good daddy, please, I need you” you whined, moving to align his fat tip to your dripping entrance.

He pushed you off of him very gently, moving to stand. He leaned his head down to be at one level with you. Tears had glossed over your eyes as you stared up at him needily.

“I said slow down”

You furrowed your brows, a frown coming to your lips. You moved, sitting on your knees and your palms resting flat against his thighs. You looked up at him with round eyes.

“I need you, daddy. Please, I can take it”

He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands, and immediately you leaned into the touch.

“Y’sure?” he asked, voice low and quiet. You nodded against his palm eagerly.

“Promise”

He took another moment, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he looked at your pretty face. The little crease between your brows, because you still hadn’t got what you wanted, your glassy eyes that were hazed with need.

“On all fours, ass up” he ordered, and you couldn’t hide the little smile spreading on your lips.

You moved, resting your arms against the mattress and leaning your head on them, back arched perfectly, just how he liked it. Michael slid off his sweatpants entirely, before his hands cupped your ass, kneading and squeezing softly.

“Ask daddy nicely again” he murmured, and a little sigh left your lips.

“Please daddy,” you started, turning your head and gazing at him from behind your shoulder, “please give me your cock”

He groaned, taking his heavy length into his hand, aligning himself with your glistening hole.

“You’re drippin’ baby” he smiled, amused.

You were about to whine again, but the breath was knocked out of you as he plunged inside of you with a fast and deep thrust. A dark moan spilled past his lips, but all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut.

“Come on, no cryin’ now, you asked for this” he breathed, his palm spread over the small of your perfectly arched back before beginning to thrust in slow, deep strokes. His fat tip bumping against your cervix were painful, too deep, too harsh. It left you whimpering. But he was right. This was exactly what you had wanted.

He lifted you up by your shoulders, your back pressed against his chest as he kept pounding into you. And as he slid his arm around your throat, taking away your air with the crook of his arm, you couldn’t help the dumb little smile on your face. Whimpering and gasping as he hit every sweet spot inside you, deciding when he wanted you to breathe and when not.

And once again, without even being aware of your needs yourself, Michael had taken care of them.

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[bambisfantasticfish]

𝓶𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝓯𝔬𝔯 𝓫𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 — m.j

₊˚⊹♡ thriller era!!

₊˚⊹♡ synopsis: You plan on performing an unreleased song in the Grammys, dedicated to the love of your life and one and only.

₊˚⊹♡ a/n: My cousin gave me this idea that inspired me to write such. Listen to maggots for brains if you guys haven’t… it always makes me think of Michael BYE. I do change some lyrics as well btw. It’s my first one-shot so hope ya’ll like it!! Lmk if you guys want more :) I also didn’t really proofread it so pls excuse my grammar or tense if wrong.

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fluff, kissing, suggested smut, slightly emotional, established relationship

₊˚⊹♡ disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to accurately depict real events or lifetimes credits to Olivia Rodrigo for such masterpiece!!

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 2k

— 1984 —

You adjust your earpiece, biting the side of your inner cheek, calming your nerves. You are about to perform for the Grammys and in front of that bustling crowd of different important people. Michael sits in that crowd, the most important person to you out of all.

It was no secret that you and Michael have been dating for months. The media would often call you ‘the Queen of the King of Pop’.

He gives a cheeky smile to Quincy as they talk, waiting for the next performance. On his cheek near his jaw lies a kiss mark stained by your lipstick you’d placed in the car on the way here. He decided to keep it there, wearing it like a trophy.

You decided to sing a song you haven’t released on any platforms yet— a song not even Michael has heard. The stage mirrors the style of Thriller, your musicians dressed as the undead, smoke designing the stage.

Aside from the fact that you were dating Michael, he also served as your inspiration for the longest time and it was your absolute pleasure to be able to perform such a song, one of many dedicated to him.

“(Name), you’re on.” one of the staff tells you, handing you your microphone. You leave the backstage area setting your position behind the curtain. You smile to yourself excited to perform.

“The next performer tonight is actually going to be singing an unreleased song— Now please welcome.. (Name)!”

Hearing the host announce your performance, one of the staff sends a signal and the curtain starts to rise up, revealing you. Everyone starts to clap and your eyes immediately set on Michael. He sends a dashing smile, morphed with slight confusion while clapping. You couldn’t really tell anything else about his expression since the sunglasses stayed on.

He doesn’t really like these types of events. He told you eye contact with so many people would often make him feel uncomfortable and shy so you one day you gifted him sunglasses and he would always wear them whenever he’d leave the house.

You understood his discomfort since being surrounded by a lot of people other than his fans, many people wanting to talk to him and a lot of them not being so nice.

You smile at him giving him a wink, hips starting to sway as the intro of the song starts.

“My day was so mundane I don’t think I left the house. Drank a pot of coffee— Tried to write, nothing came out.”

It’s the first song you’ve written after weeks of writer’s block during a time away from Michael. He often tours a lot or spend long hours at the studio to the point that it’s normal to not see each other for long periods of time.

Even so, he tries making it up to you by having movie dates, buying you jewelry and all your favorite Cadbury, calling you once or twice a day, or bringing you around set when he films.

“Somehow it’s the weekend— I’m still bored out of my skull. I went to a party but only on principle”

You continue to walk around the stage, swaying to the music. Your pink dress sways with you as your curls fall against your back.

“Empty, look at me! I’m a zombie in my body I’m a train off of the track.”

You make a zombie gesture imitating a dance move from Thriller, looking directly at Michael. His eyes glued to you as he smiles, mouth open in awe, bobbing his head at the familiar rhythm remembering you humming it absentmindedly once or twice.

“I’m a sad shell of a woman and I got maggots for brains but that’s just the thing that happens when my— when my Bambi goes away.”

Michael smiles at the pet name, a deep red painting his cheeks, covering his face. He chuckles watching you in adoration as you dance a part of the choreo smiling. “You know ‘bout this?” Quincy asked, receiving a harsh ‘shush’ from Michael at the interruption.

“When my Bambi goes away— He goes away.”

Every time you mention the pet name you call him, he never fails to show an obvious blush. You recall him laughing when you told him that he looked like Bambi, the movie that ended up being one that played on one of your movie nights after the conversation. Now the whole world knows you call the King of Pop such silly nicknames.

“Everything feels moldy like that apple in my fridge, and everything that’s funny I wish I could tell to him. Sometimes at a low point— I even wish for a tragedy. ‘Cause I know he’d come over and take real good care of me. It’s weird.. He’s not here.”

People start looking between you and Michael but neither of you seem to notice since both of you were too focused on each other even from afar. Michael listens attentively to the lyrics of your song, his heart soaring and thudding against his chest. He couldn’t describe what he felt, and at that moment all he felt for you was pure love. A singular thought formed in his head: ‘This was the woman I’m going to marry one day’.

“I’m a sad shell of a woman and I got maggots for brains but that’s just the thing that happens when my— when my Bambi goes away. What can I do? But I think of you”

The music slows down as you start to calm down as well. Your chest heaved, strands of hair slightly messy. The music hasn’t ended yet but you already hear the crowd cheering.

“What can I do? But I think of you— I think of you~” You finish off the song with a high note, as it ends Michael along with many others gives you a standing ovation, cheering and clapping with multiple hoots and hollers. You see Michael jump while cheering as if he was a fan cheering for his favorite artist.

“Thank you everyone. Have a good night!” You smile, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The curtains close letting you run backstage after returning the microphone.

“That was great, (Name). Nice job” A staff compliments you along with other people from backstage. Your assistant hands you a bottle of apple juice receiving compliments and praise from her as well as she leads you to your dressing room, immediately leaving you to yourself, closing the door behind her.

After a few minutes, a rhythmic knock plays against the door hearing your favorite voice call out to you.

“Angel!!” You smile again, hearing the door open turning around seeing Michael running to you. He runs to you with open arms like a kid wrapping his arms around your waist. Slightly taken aback, you chuckle wrapping your arms around his neck, letting them rest on his broad shoulders. He pulls back finally noticing he took off his shades, your smile drops seeing his teary eyes. Worry takes over you feeling his large hand holding one side of your jaw.

“Bambi, what happe-“ He immediately goes in for a kiss not letting you finish your question. Your furrowed brows relax, sighing as you lean into the kiss. You never fail to melt whenever he kisses you, feeling a warm spark in your lower belly. His fingers rest on the nape of your neck, feeling him smile into the kiss. He pulls away, both hands now on either side of your jaw.

“That was s’beautiful, angel. I absolutely loved it.” He sniffles, caressing both sides of your face, one hand raising to caress the side of your head, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Well, why are you crying?” You whine, your worry still not completely fading.

“It’s just— y-you love me that much? Y’love me like that?” He looks into your eyes deeply, doe eyes filled with affection and vulnerability.

“Of course, Bambi. I love you more than the whole universe. Don’t cry, baby— your makeup will smudge.” You chuckle, gently pressing your fingertips against his cheeks as a poor attempt to wipe his tears and save his makeup.

“I don’t ever wanna leave y’alone again.” He rubs an eye, still sniffling. “No one has ever been that vocal ‘bout how they love me.”

“Ah! So my song worked! I don’t wanna be away from you as well.” You giggle, peppering his jaw with kisses, kissing up his tears. “No words can describe how much I love you, Michael.“ You say in all seriousness, seeing a new set of tears start forming in his eyes.

He leans in again for another kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His hands start to caress your shoulders over your arms, letting them fall and hold both your hands. “I love you, angel. More than you know. Words can’t describe how much I love you.. but I can show you..” He grins mischievously, your eyes widen in response, his turn to make you blush. “Later. Tonight. When we get home.”

He says leaning down to leave broken kisses from your jaw down to your neck, hearing him inhale your scent of flowers and vanilla. Your breath hitches at the electrifying feeling of his soft lips against your sensitive skin. You bite your lip feeling him still plant broken kisses against your neck.

“Let’s go, angel. We still have awards t’win.” He says after pulling away teasingly, wearing his shades again, biting his lip smirking. He knew what he was doing, while you should be irritated, heat pooled down between your legs instead. Suddenly feeling like your whole body was on fire, no one could blame you. Michael Jackson in those shades and that blue jacket that rolled up above his elbows. God- he looked immaculate.

For the last time that moment, he kissed your cheek. You are exactly where you want to be.

He continued to keep hold of one hand, the other grabbing your apple juice to carry for you, he turned and started to pull you out of the room.

To take real good care of me he does, indeed.