☾ ♫ ☁︎ ♫ ☾ One of Those Nights ☾ ♫ ☁︎ ♫ ☾
Pairing: Michael Jackson x You
Era: Early Thriller Era!Michael
Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn, Tender Romance, Established Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Sexual Tension, Yearning
Summary: Michael’s having a hard time during a studio session with Quincy Jones. You show up which eases his weariness. You two share moments of intimacy that lead to sexual tension and the potential of taking the relationship a step forward.
Michael sat on a brown tufted leather chair inside studio A. He was working on his latest album and was completely stuck on what to title it. The studio's atmosphere was thick with tension between him and his producer. He sank further into the chair, a heavy yet breathy sigh escaped him. The silence was loud… too loud. The equipment’s hums couldn’t even tone it down. It was deafening.
His fingers fidgeted against his lips pensively. He wore a soft yellow long sleeve under a brown leather jacket which rustled against the chair each time he shifted.
“You know… CBS wants you to call the album ‘Michael Jackson’,” Quincy began with his mouth full of the Chinese takeout he ordered.
“Too egocentric,” Michael shook his head, his fingers now rubbing his chin, his eyes clouded with thoughts and a tinge of frustration.
“You’re on the cover of the damn album,” Quincy began as he leaned back against his own chair, the takeout container sat on his lap and two empty beer bottles stood on the mixing board next to him. “You’re singin’ every song,” he continued. "Don't kill the killer now.”
Michael didn’t answer right away, he just looked off ruminatively, every section of his mind racing a hundred miles a minute. His top teeth now bit down on his bottom lip.
Quincy continued, giving an exaggerated shrug.
“Just consider it, you know how labels are.” he said, food smacking loudly as Michael cringed internally.
Michael’s eyes rolled instantly, there was nothing he hated more than yuppies in suits limiting his creativity.
“Which is exactly why it’s gotta be perfect, Q,” Michael huffed. “I need time to think about it.”
“And miss the deadline? Mike, you know we’re aiming to release it around christmas-“
“I said I need more time-“
Before Michael could continue, a faint knock bounced through the studio and as both of their eyes moved to look at the door, you poked your head into the studio.
“Hey…” you murmured with a smile.
Both men gave varied levels of mumbled greetings yet Michael’s eyes softened despite his exhaustion and frustration. You stepped in carefully, as if not to disturb anything. The door closed behind you and Michael immediately opened his arms out to you.
Quincy closed up his container and stood from the chair, going on about calling it a night. Michael ignored him as you sat onto his lap. Your manicured fingernails find his curls. Despite being in the studio the whole day, his wet-looking curls were perfectly styled and sculpted. Your fingers comb through them, just the way he likes.
“You seem tired, Smelly,” you coo softly, fingers now tracing along his temples. You could feel his veins throbbing slightly.
His eyes flutter for a bit, clearing his throat as he begins to speak with a sigh, “I am,” he admits quietly, face contorting a bit sourly before sighing again. “It’s all in here,” he taps the side of his head rather firmly, “can’t get it out right.”
“You’ll get it, you always do.” You whisper soothingly, his skin begins to feel warm with each word you speak.
He lets out a short laugh which comes out like a huff.
“Yea well… not tonight that’s for sure,” his head shook disappointingly.
“Then, let’s get you home to rest.” you sat up a bit, reaching out to cup his face.
“Y/N, I can't. I have to think about this and if I go home-“
“Michael, you can barely keep your eyes open. It’s okay, you’ve done a lot today. You need to let yourself rest, it’s the only way to get those ideas flowing.” You begin gently, yet there’s an undertone of concern.
“It’s not that easy.” He said rather defiantly, his eyes darted down onto the hardwood floors.
“Never said it was. My only concern is you overworking yourself. Have you even eaten anything today?” You said nudging him gently, your hand now rests on his chest.
He bites the inside of his cheek, his eyes become flat as he lets out a sharp exhale.
“I did.” He whispers with a tense nod.
“This morning… when I woke up.”
“Which was?” Your eyebrow raised.
It’s quiet for a beat, the humming of equipment sounding louder.
“I just didn’t have time, okay? We were mixing a couple tracks and ran out of tape and then I had to re-record a section of the second track and the label-“
“Shh… Hey, I’m not shaming you, Michael. I just want you to be okay.” Your eyes were filled with worry now.
“I am okay.” His voice cracked at the end.
You studied him for a beat before he looked up at you. His weary eyes softened the slightest bit.
“I’m sorry Y/N… thank you for coming to see me tonight. I’ve missed you. I know I haven’t said it enough.” He murmured, his thumb reaching up to caress your cheek.
“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper.
“You get here, okay?” He asked.
“Mhm… I took a cab here, I was in the area anyway.” You smiled.
“Good, good.” His voice was smooth and comforting.
A moment of silence between the two of you passes and he uses his free hand to pull you closer, burying his face into your neck. You can’t help the tiny sigh that escapes your lips as your body melts into his. Your fingertips run lightly along his back. Michael takes in your scent, the perfume he gifted you a while back making him feel all heady and warm. His lips brush against your pulse point, you breath instantly hitches and you press the top of your fingertips into his shoulder blades. He knows what he’s doing.
“Oh…” you let out softly.
This makes him smile faintly against your skin and he drags his lips to the spot under your ear that makes you shiver. His fingers splay against your back firmly, shifting you even closer. He pulls his face back, eyes clouded with lust. You look down at him, cheeks flushed and your mouth parts the tiniest bit. Michael uses his right index finger to gently press on your bottom lip, almost timidly. You smile all coyly and coquettishly, pressing a kiss to his finger.
He lets out a low sound as his lower stomach flips. He tangles his hand into your hair and pulls his face up to yours. Your noses graze each other a bit. He takes his time before kissing you, humming soothingly as he looks at the way your face looks at his. When he finally leans in, he places a small kiss on the side of your mouth. Testing the waters, a way for him to indirectly ask for permission.
Your mouth moves towards his lips, wanting them to meet. He obliges and finally locks lips with you. Your hand flies towards the nape of his neck. The kiss is sweet yet sensual, he pours all his doubts and frustration into the way he kisses you. He hums softly, nipping at your bottom lip. You let out a soft sigh before parting your lips.
He doesn’t hesitate to sneak his tongue into your mouth, invading it and dominating your tongue. You press your hips against his, the heat pooling at the center of your core, your body craving him.
He hisses when he feels the way you move over his bulge, he pulls back breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours.
“The things you do to me, Y/N.” His voice shook.
“If only you knew.” You pant, just as affected.
His body jerks and he sits up straighter, moving you back the slightest bit. You protest involuntarily, your body wanting to tremble from how turned on you are.
“I’ll rest… only if you stay with me tonight.” He says not looking into your eyes.
You study him for a bit, your thighs squeezing together to contain yourself. You let out a composing sigh and nod.
“Of course, I’ll stay.” You murmur with a smile, eyes hooded with need.
He flickers his eyes back to you and leans in to kiss the top of your head. He pats the top of your hips, signaling you to get up. You slide off his lap, adjusting your clothes as you watch him. He tries to adjust himself discreetly, his cheeks turning red.
He gets up, crossing over to the sound deck and turning off the equipment. You stand by the door, lost in your want for him. When he’s done, he walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. He kisses your hair again before hugging you. It’s a warm hug, a way for him to translate how crazy he is for you.
“Bill should be outside waitin’…” he murmured into your hair.
“Let’s go then.” You pat his forearms before pulling back.
Michael grabs your hand again, leading you out of the studio and down the hall. It was eerily empty and smelled of smoke. Michael reached the back exit where Bill sat on the hood of the car. A folded newspaper sat beside him. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and his arms were crossed. His hat tipped forward as he slept, not hearing you two approaching. Michael began to chuckle quietly, a boyish smile forming on his lips as his eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Look at him, he’s out cold!” He whispered, containing his laughter as you covered your mouth.
“Oh stop it, Mike! Poor thing, you had him waiting too long!” You said yet, you giggled along with him.
Michael looked around the empty parking lot to see what he could find to mess around with Bill. His eyes lit up when he found a branch, all the stress from the day in the studio fading into the background as he tip-toed to grab the branch and approached Bill.
You were absolutely dying of laughter, covering your mouth to not wake him up. Michael looked at you which made him giggle, he pressed his lips together and pointed the branch towards him. He stuck the tip of the branch into Bill’s ear to tickle him. Bill instantly jolted and swatted his ear.
“Hey-“ he let out, cigarette falling to the floor and his voice thick with sleep as you and Michael cried out in laughter.
Michael dropped the branch and pointed at Bill as he laughed, clutching his abdomen.
“Have a nice sleep, Bill?” He chuckled.
Bill smiled and shook his head.
“Alright, joker... I ain’t notice that I did.” He smiled as he stood up, grabbing the car keys from his pocket.
“Yea, you were snoring and everything!” Michael added.
You giggled and shook your head, nudging Michael playfully, “You’re mean, Michael.”
Bill smiled at you and shrugged, “I’m used to it, kid.”
He unlocked the car and everyone got in, the drive to Hayvenhurst wasn’t long. Around half an hour later, you all arrived. Bill turned off the car and looked at you and Michael through the mirror.
“Get inside you two, have a good night.” He said warmly.
Michael said good night and you followed after, he helped you out the car and led you to the main house. His family was home yet the lights were off when you walked in. Michael took your hand in his and led you to the staircase.
Your footsteps echoed through the mansion as you reached the top of the staircase. The floorboards creaked under your shoes on the way to Michael’s room. When he opened the door, what greeted you was a messy and cluttered space.
Disney memorabilia littered the walls and shelves, piles of clothes adorned the floors, mountains of books were stacked in various levels of height by the fireplace. Yet it felt like Michael. It smelled like pine floor cleaner and books. When he opened the door it was dark inside, his fingers hovered over the light dimmer, raising it a bit so there was some light. The room now looked golden.
He closed the door behind him and walked over to his dresser. Slipping out of his loafers, his white socks indenting the pale carpet with his feet.
“Your shoes.” He chuckled as he shook off his leather jacket.
“Right.” You shook your head with a sheepish smile, walking to leave your shoes next to his.
He took off his belt and placed it on the floor, the room was quiet in a comfortable way. He lifted the yellow long sleeve off his body and stayed in the white v-neck under it. His eyes flickered to you, cheeks flushing as you watched him.
“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” He asked, looking down. His throat bobbed with a rough gulp.
You nodded, taking off your cardigan.
“Yes, please,” you began. “If that’s okay.”
“Sure… let me see,” He hummed quietly as he opened a drawer. He shook his head and mumbled, opening the wrong one. “There… is this okay?” He asked, lifting up a plain red shirt.
You felt your heart race a bit and nodded.
“Yea, that one is perfect.”
“..‘Kay,” He smiled. “Are pajama pants fine?”
“Yes, Michael,” you giggled. “I’m not going to model them.”
He laughed and pulled out pajama pants.
“Here, I’ll turn around.” He whispered, your fingertips brushing against his.
You felt your mouth go dry, your legs felt a little wobbly. Michael would be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same way. To have you undress right under his nose, God, he really wanted you. Badly. But he couldn’t… at least not yet. Not while his family slept in the rooms next door.
You took a second to respond, your mind filling with scenarios where maybe he didn’t turn around.
“Thanks.” You managed to say and mentally cursed at yourself.
He let out a shaky breath and nodded, his shoulders squaring as he turned around and faced the wall.
“I’ll close my eyes too.” He joked lightheartedly.
You turned around as well, setting the clothes on the foot of his bed. You let out a strained chuckle.
“Facing the wall is enough, Mike.”
He bit his lip, his legs suddenly felt restless and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He began drumming his fingers along his thighs and started humming a tune. You looked over your shoulder before pulling your shirt off your body. You consider if taking your bra off would be too much but it was pretty uncomfortable to sleep in. Your fingers slowly move to the clasp and the bra slipped off your body. Your nipples harden under the cool air in his room. Your cheeks are on fire at this point. You wish he’d turn around and look at you, then again, he’s never seen you like that before. You set the bra neatly on top of your shirt.
Michael’s throat went dry the longer he faced the wall, his head turned the slightest bit… but he couldn’t bring himself to fully look. You put on the red t-shirt and your fingers moved to unbutton your jeans.
“Almost done…” you said sharply as the jeans hit the carpet with a muffled thud.
He stopped moving and cleared his throat.
You looked back at him again, he wasn’t moving at all. He could feel your stare and internally fought with himself. His head began to turn slowly, his breathing slowing as his heart beat loudly in his ears. You didn’t move, you waited to see what he would do. His mouth parted slightly as he now moved his eyes over to you. His head wasn’t fully facing you but he could see you. His body tensed up when he saw you in your cheeky panties and his shirt.
He moved his head to face the wall again and he covered his face with his hands.
“I’m sorry,” his voice was muffled. “I didn’t mean to-“
You dropped the pajama pants and walked over to him. Your hand trembled a bit as you touched his back. He jolted and continued covering his face.
“…’sokay Michael…” you whisper. “I don’t mind if you… look at me.”
A beat passed and he lifted his hands off his face. He turned to face you, his breathing rapid. You stared up at him, biting the inside of your cheek. Suddenly feeling exposed. His eyes studied you, he reached out to cup your face.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured softly.
You smile softly and wrap your fingers around his wrists to steady yourself. He leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle peck. He pulled back to look at you again. Your eyes hooded from pure desire.
“Stay like that, please?” He asked timidly, you could feel his breath fanning over your face.
“Mhm… okay,” You hummed. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
That went straight to his gut. He shuddered and lowered his eyes a bit. Your hands moved up and down his wrists in a caressing way. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his jaw. You let your lips touch his skin.
“Y/N…” your name rolled off his tongue like a prayer, a desperate whimper that showed how much he needed you.
You hummed and lowered your mouth to his neck. His head tilted back the slightest bit, his eyes fluttering shut. One hand rested above your hip, bunching the hem of his red shirt. His other hand cradled the back of your head. Your hand moved up to his chest as you pulled back.
“Your heart…” you murmured.
“That’s for you… because of you. Goodness, Y/N… you have no idea how bad I need you.” He confessed.
You felt so overwhelmed, all your emotions building up all at once. You crashed your lips onto his roughly. He stumbled and leaned against the dresser as he held you. He kissed you with just as much passion. He pushed off the dresser and began walking you to the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushed you down gently. He hovered over you. Your lips didn’t let go of a second as you two began to touch each other. Hands are roaming urgently, not one inch of skin was left untouched.
“May I?” He panted, his hand hovering over your left breast.
Your eyelashes fluttered up at him, you could cry from how bad you wanted him. You bit your lip and nodded. He let out a shaky breath and tenderly closed his hand over it. He let out a strangled groan as he gently squeezed your breast. You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. Your skin began to get goosebumps from how good his hands felt. He moved his hand to your right breast, massaging it as well. This time though, he pinched and rolled your nipple. He presses his lips onto yours again, muffling your moans.
“Michael…” you whimpered in between kisses.
He looks up at you, moving his hand away from your breast and using it to move a strand of your hair off your face. He smiles, rolls off you and settles next to you. You shudder at the loss of contact, the wetness on your pantries making the shiver even stronger. He opens his arms and pulls you in. His chin rests against the top of your head. It was quiet for a moment. Your eyes flutter shut, feeling a wave of warmth as his heart lulled you into a state of calm.
“I want to, you know,” he finally whispered. “I really do.”
“I guess I just want the moment to be perfect. I wanna make you my girl first. The proper way. I want there to be no interruptions, no risk of prying eyes. I want to focus on just you. I also don’t wanna worry about if mother or ‘Toya will hear us.” He said with a huff, his fingers caressing your back.
You smiled and caressed his chest.
“I understand, Michael.” You mumbled. “Just know that whenever you’re ready, I’ll be ready too. I don’t think you know how bad I need you.”
He blushed, his chest felt all warm and fuzzy.
“You can’t just say things like that… it’ll drive me crazy.” He muttered, it was dark but he still turned his head away to hide how much he was smiling.
You lifted your head up just enough to place a little kiss on his jawline.
“Good night, Michael.” You giggle sleepily, snuggling back into his chest.
“Good night, beautiful.” He hummed, his long fingers rubbing up and down your arm.
It took him a while but eventually you both drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, something he really can’t do without you there. Your relationship now takes a step closer to being completely official.
What do you guys think! I know I promised a freak nasty story buuuuut i got sidetracked with this idea! Should I leave this as a one shot or should i make a part 2 where things get spicy (full SMUT done **tastefully** 😛) ??? What Michael era should I write about next? I’m feeling dangerous or mature era lowk :p anywayssss hope you guys enjoyed it! I’d appreciate any feedback! Muaaaah! ✧♡✧
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