Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!model reader
Synopsis: You and your boyfriend, Michael have been dating for almost a month. After having an amusement park date you both decided to host a little picnic by the lakeside at golden hour, you realized that he haven't had your first kiss with him all along. Why hasn't he initiated yet?
Contains: your relationship's first kiss, fluff! shy flustered mike becomes kiss drunk! may get a little sensual, just overall cutesy pure love stuff!
Author's note: hi, this is deu! ୨ৎ this will serve as my welcome post (yes a fanfic). I had this fic in the drafts for too long now, wanted to get it out so come have escapism with me! also my taglist is now open, feel free to comment if you wanna be added! masterlist and navigations will come out soon!
The orchestra of leaves hum along the breeze and the song of the birds accompany you walking down the trail that leads you to the weeping willow by the lakeside. It was the best thing to end a day of laughter, cotton candy, polaroids, cascades of fading shrikes and sensory collision of carousel tunes at the amusement park.
“A little faster, Mikey. We’d catch the sun down if you’re walking that slow” you took a glance at your vintage brown wrist watch. It’s almost late four.
Once there, you lay down the pink gingham cloth and brushed your fingers to flatten the folds. As you turn around, your face meets the golden sun making your cheeks warm at both sides. The lake glitters and the sound of the trees dancing to the wind ascend. Sinking into the whimsy environment, you observe your surroundings further; your sight catches the dreamiest of them all, your boyfriend, Michael.
“Wow, this is the perfect spot. You were right.” His voice is soft and melodious. Putting down the basket full of your requested favorites and his jug of freshly squeezed orange juice. Michael lowers himself to recline beside you.
“I can’t believe you would rather choose the field at the amusement park over this spot, Michael. It’s a spectacular view!” As you leaned back to the old textured wood, letting your knees relax.
“Hey, it was a suggestion. Plus I knew yours would be better anyway. You always know the whereabouts in places.” Michael shrugged his shoulders.
“I have been here once before. But this is the first time I actually got into the amusement.” You replied with a soft chuckle facing him.
This is your tenth date with Michael. After the seventh, you finally gave him your sweet approval to his courtship. Technically, this is your third date as an official couple.
“With whom?” He faces you back, his brown eyes mirror through the golden ray of sunlight, his curls trace the frame of his face well like an effortless sketch.
“My friends. They introduced me to this place. Later, when the amusement finally opened, they invited me to come with them. But ever since it opened, it became harder to have fun around because of these booked flights and stacked up runaways… So unfair.” Your lips formed a subtle pout, Michael noticed.
As he was tracing every detail from your beautiful and well crafted face while you talked, he was then struck by how your lips glistened. To him, it looked like a delight poured honey upon.
“So I’m the first to bring you there?” His eyes shifted to yours, trying to focus. Teased by his own wandering eyes.
“Yes Mikey, be grateful you were fortunate enough to take me on my day off.” Playfully taking pride in how “hard-to-get” you are, you let out a grin, reaching over the basket to find the blueberry tart.
“Oh I’m honored. I’m very grateful that you have let me baby. I’ve been wanting to take you here so bad!” Michael smiles beamingly; a proud boyfriend finally accomplished his mission to make his sweet girl’s day off special.
Taking a bite of the tart, you closed your eyes as the sweetness pooled on your tongue. You assumed Michael had his eyes thrown off by the sunset. But the sight of you satisfied by something he made for you made his heart flutter and in awe. You are just too precious.
He was gazing at you like a passionate scientist studying his subject. He always knew when something turned you off and turned you on. He believes that to know you in ways that you didn’t even know you were, is to love you.
But then you feel that there’s frosting on your lips. On your attempt to swipe it off with your fingers, you saw how his gaze was locked on your lips; it’s not so obvious now that he has been checking your lips out for a while. When he realized that you caught him, he immediately looked away.
He looked like a child glaring over the window at that shiny candy cane, almost drooling.
But the thing is, you and Michael haven’t had your first kiss. Maybe that’s why.
After almost two months of dating each other, you realized that he has not initiated the kiss. Why?
You both kiss. Pecks yes.
Other than that he especially loved to place soft kisses on your hand.
But why is it only now that you realize you haven’t had your first kiss with him?
You knew for sure Michael’s love language was physical touch. But why hasn’t he asked for the first kiss?
“Baby? Is there something wrong?” Michael tilted his head trying to analyze that look on your face staring at blank space. Being the observant and passionate lover that he is, he knew that there was something going on in your pretty little head.
“Nothing really… Mmm! This tart is amazing, Mike. Did you really make this yourself?” You immediately snapped back.
But why hasn’t he initiated? Is he too shy to ask? How long was he trying to keep the desire to get a taste of you?
“Hah-Yes! I’m glad you liked it. I made it last night right after I got home from rehearsing. I knew you’d pick this one first over the savory ones I got.” He lets out a soft chuckle. What a sweet thoughtful boyfriend.
He was so endearing, enough for you to almost melt in front of him, he makes you feel the safest in his presence. He was not only the hardworking and charismatic “Michael Jackson”. But to you, he is simply your loving boyfriend.
Ever since both of you revealed your relationship to the public. Michael has been so vocal about his admiration towards you. Once, there was an interviewer who asked him; “Mr. Jackson, when do you feel your very best?”
He answered only two things. “I feel at my best when performing up on that stage for the fans and making my beautiful girlfriend laugh and feel loved.”
And now, Michael literally made you your favorite dessert, that was SO sexy of him.
Because of that, you wanted to give him your token of appreciation and gratitude. Your first kiss with him.
In your attempt to give him a hint, you lick the frosting off your fingers while maintaining eye contact with him, you asked “But aren’t you supposed to be rehearsing today with your brothers? It’s two weeks before your tour, right?” You knew what you were doing.
Michael had his lips parted, almost jawdropped, eyes once again fixated on your lips but now with lingering thirst to your demeanor. Almost paying no mind to your query while also trying to find answers in the back of his head.
“Y-Yeah but we have been rehearsing everyday for hours on end.. S-Somehow, Tito managed to convince Joseph that we’d take a break for a day because something came up for him and Dee Dee.” His voice was becoming a whisper the longer he talked. Distracted by how your lips looked so luscious.
All that staring and still can’t take a hint huh?
Ironically how Michael’s love language is physical touch; his cheeks turn red easily when the atmosphere starts to get a little sensual. Not because he’s scared or doesn’t know what to do. He would rather trade his desires over your comfort.
“Oh, that's something new.” You lean in closer, enough for him to feel your breath as you talk. His breath hitched as you got closer.
“J-Jackie could also really use the break... I heard him the other night, he almost shoved the phone in his face when he was talking to his g-girl. Gee, they really m-miss each other a lot.” Michael tries to break the fixation, he then throws his sight to the sunset, talking nervously fast that you thought was too cute; it made you let out a giggle.
“Really Mikey? Or is it you who really needed it so you could spend your time with your girl?”
“Y-you are my girl.” He faces back, flinched at how close you were. He has never seen you this playfully close before. Your courage ignites something inside him. Sending shivers down his spine hearing you breathily talked.
With your newfound courage, your eyes map along his features to the corners of face. He looks breathtaking this way, his curls that traced the corners of his face are now a bit damp from a sweating flustered face, and his warm golden brown skin that mingled with the softened sunlight. Your eyes found his lips, with a teasing grin, you looked back up to his eyes, then down to his lips, your sight shifted slowly, up and down. Michael finally picked up your invitation.
“Don’t do that.” In his breathy voice, you could smell the bubble-gum flavored cotton candy you both shared earlier escaping from his mouth. He adjusts himself to a sit, his jaw clenched.
“Do what?” Like you didn’t know what you were doing to him.
“Looking at me like that is like you’re unraveling me into pieces with your pretty eyes.. And those.. luscious lips, G-God, you are gorgeous… My k-knees would fall apart if I were standing in front of you like that. You tend to do this a lot, and when you d-” Before he begins another sentence, you cut him by finally fusing your lips to his.
Michael’s eyes widened, in front of him was you, kissing him, with your eyes shut. Butterflies quickly invaded his center. It was slow and deliberate, you let him process everything, take his time to let himself loose and just melt on your act of love. You placed your soft hand on his right cheek.
Michael tilts his head, becoming more confident, his hands finding your nape, traveling down to your shoulders, then at last, your hip.
The kiss lasted longer than you’d thought. Perfect.
It was not rushed. It was full of tenderness. Giving in to each other. He had been giving you pecks of kisses all the time but because your lips were always sacred to him; it felt unreal at first for him. Your lips was what he had been yearning to feel against him for too long that it would begin to ache.
Your hand ran through the side of his neck to his back, then wrapping your arms around him to pull deeper to you. Michael lowers you on your back, you are beneath him. His left hand supported your back while his right held your hip. The kiss had gotten wilder. It had turned into a makeout. But everything was still full of gentleness as he did not want to rush things with you. Michael was savouring you. Every bit of your taste. He was so deeply immersed that he knew what the blueberry tart he made just for you tasted.
As you share a tender passionate kiss by the lakeside in this ethereal sunset, everything around you both becomes silent, as if you were the environment itself. A while ago, shy boy Michael felt all of his worlds collide. He could not process what was happening at first, then worried that he’s doing something wrong that could ruin the kiss or turn you off.
But every time your tongues twirl, he finds solace. What you made him feel was something he will continue to achingly yearn soon when he finally sets off to tour with his brothers. He would have to endure the pains of you being a thousand miles away from him for months.
Though now, he has something he will look forward to every day he wakes up. Your kiss. It intoxicates him, making him forget what he just said and what he has been grumbling about.
And when you finally broke off from the kiss, you saw his eyes still closed, and when he opened he immediately turned his gaze on your lips, glazed with the love you shared. Letting out a giggle, you whispered “You were saying?”
“What was that?” Michael sounded like he was panting. Completely drunk from the kiss.
“You were talking about why you needed the day off, Michael” you cupped his jaw, feeling his manly facial hair as you trace your fingers playfully.
Michael bites his lower lip, letting out that boyish grin, “This is why.” As he pulled you into another kiss, that caught you off guard.
Now fully laying you down on your back. The kiss was more intentional and sensual. You managed to let out a little laugh at his confidence. His kiss deepening more as he felt you smile.
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