WHERE IS CHAPTER 3
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WHERE IS CHAPTER 3
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tags: make outs // love bites // erogenous zones // waist holding // fluff to smut // touch starved // marking up // teasing // size difference // idiots in love // turn ons // thriller mj
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note: this is my first solo fic so pls go easy on me ;) also this isn’t a chapter of 1984!
it was a sunny day in april of 1984, the rays of sunlight bursted through the lace curtains and reflected off of the elegant golden mantlepieces. the smell of fresh linen and daisies flowed through the air, showing that spring was around the corner in encino. candy wrappers quietly crinkled, as a large hand scooped into the glass bowl, retrieving a handful of small red hard boiled sweets.
aircon hummed quietly in the background, creating a layer of white noise to calm the environment and cool the grand home at the same time.
robotic noises echoed from the speakers, fast clicking noises tingling your eardrums as michael hyper - focused on one of his newest video games. his new atari 2600 shined in the glow of the outside, being shown off like a nobel prize. after all, it was the hottest console at the minute, at least every kid over middle class owned one of these, whether if that took wrestling it out of someone’s hands, or getting it personally delivered straight to their door by an assistant.
you tried not to distract michael while he was trying to complete a level of the game, you didnt want to upset him, but he was really hard to ignore at this rate. his white v neck t-shirt gripped onto his top half perfectly, sculpting his muscles as if he had been chiseled out of jasper crystal. his plaid red pyjama bottoms wrapped loosely around his waist, blowing in the wind near his feet as he dangled them off the edge of his velvet couch. his muscles looked SO good in this lighting, and it was hard to miss…
his curls fell perfectly onto his forehead, like coils of basalt perfectly aligning with his harmonious features. his long eyelashes fluttered as he focused onto the pixels, his eyes dashing across the screen as if he was
seeing something supernatural. the veins on his neck popped out, not because of anger, but because they stood out more seeing as he was wearing a v neck.
his melodic features danced around your head, as if michael was a romantic song stuck in your head. his
big brown doe eyes sparkled, the reflection of the tv shimmering off of his cornea.
you sat down next to him after he surpassed his objective, hoping he would get the hint sooner or later.
as you sat down next to him, you couldn’t help but admire him. you stared deeply at every last pore on his face, every last follicle of hair, and every crease on his dry lips. you couldn’t help but cup your hand onto his right cheek, turning his head softly to get a better look at his gorgeous face.
“you’re distracting me, y’know..” michael chuckled out as he turned back to the tv, trying to ignore your presence, when on the inside it drove him wild. the way your cleavage popped out of your silky play suit, the elegant but messy updo you had, framing your beautiful features, and your bare face made him more needy for you by the minute.
“well you look like you don’t mind” you softly giggled as you massaged his chest and ran your free hand through his soft curls. the fire in his heart was growing for you by the minute, every last thing you did added fuel to the blaze inside of him. you could tell he was trying hard to resist you, but it was betting harder by the minute. he pretended to look at the screen, but in reality he was eyeing you down in his peripheral.
“you’re so beautiful you know, inside and out….”
“even behind all the makeup and sequins baby..”
you said as you twirled his playful curls, his mixture of waves and curls perfectly mixing on his head like ocean tides. he put his controller down and laid back on the couch after slouching for an awfully long time, slowly throwing his head back and closing his eyes to try and ignore the fact you were driving him up the wall. T.L.C was michaels guilty pleasure and you loved this, seeing just how flustered he would get by the slightest touch made you weak in your knees.
you bent your legs over his, wrapping one hand around his neck and the other on his chest. “cmon babydoll, i know you can’t resist me…” you said in a sexy, low tone.
he looked you up and down as he bit his lip, now fighting for his life agains your unconditional love.
leaning in, you latched onto his neck, sucking passionately and making sure to leave a mark on what’s yours. he whimpered as his erogenous zones sent shockwaves of pleasure all throughout his body like an electric blast. he wrapped his huge hands around your waist, massaging your hips as you gave him all your love.
“i love you so much michael” you exchanged mid-kiss, making him blush even more and pull you to sit properly on his lap.
“well i love you more” he said as your noses touched, tension thickening as his hot breath hit your cheeks like sun rays, making you more heated by the minute. you needed this man now, and he needed you just as much.
heads turned as you both leaned in for the kiss, each kiss getting more passionate and hungry. he massaged your lower back as you threw your arms over his shoulders, getting comfortable as you KNEW you were gonna be sat on his lap a long time.
in a teasing manner, you slowly rubbed up and down his thighs, making him more hungry and making him moan into the kiss. you could obviously tell he was getting turned on by this, yet he loved every second of it. the kisses started getting sloppier as you both lost control, scratching his back with pleasure.
you both pulled back and looked deep into each others eyes, his charming brown doe eyes giving you butterflies and he slowly laid you down on the couch. he was on top of you at this point, and this turned you on more than anything he ever did.
you exchanged slow kisses as love filled the atmosphere,
wanting to rip his shirt off right this second. you slid up the couch to rest your back on the armrest, as he towered over you (although he was already kneeling🧎♀️ )
you slowly lifted up his shirt to reveal his perfect abs, him proudly showing off his sleeper build because he knew this made your heart beat TRIPLE TIME. he kneeled shirtless in front of you, his muscles and veins making your pupils dilate and a low heat pool. he untied your silky play suit/ robe, revealing the lacy black set he LOVED.
“just for you..” you playfully whispered in his ear as you drew his attention to the embroidery on your panties
‘michael’ was thread onto your lower half, just below your belly button. this made him extremely hungry and he felt more touch starved then ever, although he was obviously not when he was with you. he massaged your chest as you two made out, a heatwave rushing though you both as the pair of you grew ravenous for each others love.
at this rate, he couldn’t take it anymore. he swiftly stood up and scooped you up into his arms easily, no one was home so he had all the pride in the world carrying a nearly naked woman through his house. he swung his bedroom door open and laid you down on the bed, slowly shutting the door, excited for the explicit moment you were about to share…..
୨⎯ 1984-‘
CHAPTER TWO
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co written by @kyutiepopz <3
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after another hour, you were hammered, you couldn’t stand upright without michael needing to grip your waist for your stability, you were giggling and holding onto his nape for dear life, your fingers grazing his erogenous spots, giving him actual shivers, and at some point, you had attempted to kiss him, you had gotten pretty close, your lips grazing the corner of his lips, giggling when he started getting flustered and cupping his cheek in this romantic way.. you were obviously too drunk to take good care of yourself at home and michael was well aware, maybe it wouldn’t be you who was taking someone home, maybe a certain someone was taking YOU home. he had called bill to get you guys a ride back to his place, he knows youre way too drunk to even mutter out you’re address in one clean sentence. you fell over trying to walk down the grand stairs, you’re high heels pinging off with a “cling” noise. at this rate, michael was laughing subtly at you’re clumsiness, yet still trying to help you to a safe space. he dangles you’re high heels on his fingers, swiping you up and carrying you into bills car. once the car got here, michael couldn’t seem to stop touching you in some way, his hand grabbing and squeezing your inner thigh and much more. he could barely wait to get you home and…look after you
after 20 minutes of driving, you were all over michael, nibbling and sucking on his neck like a starved woman, well..you were..touch starved at least.
by the time you had gotten to his mansion he was holding onto your waist with one hand and subtly palming your crotch with the other, desperately listening to your noises as you gasped in his ear, his lower half slowly twitching to life, you let out a soft giggle and a gasp when you felt his arms wrap around your body, picking you up as he took you to his front door, whispering things he wanted to do to you in your ear
you felt like you were in a dream, your body was writhing with ecstasy, your senses heightened from the alcohol, every time michael touched you in this tentative way that made you see stars, he had sat you down on his dining table, standing in between your legs, gently rubbing your soft skin. “oh my, y/n, you’ve had a rough night haven’t you” he softly laughed as he wiped the makeup off your face using one of his fresh pocket squares. you tried to mutter something out, but at this point michael wasn’t even listening because he knew he wouldn’t be able to understand anyways. “can’t hear you” he teasingly coed out in a sing songy voice, caressing your face, finally taking off his diamond embroidered glove, his vitiligo blended into his caramel skin like creamer with coffee, it was beautiful, you gently grabbed his wrist and started kissing down his wrist, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin there, watching and studying michael’s expression carefully, looking for any trace of enjoyment or more like hunger, and there was plenty. “you’re g-gorgeous, mike…”
you barely managed to say. “i know” michael said jokingly, laughing quietly before grabbing you around the waist and escorting you carefully up the grand stairs. michael was watching you like a hawk, making sure you were safe, even though you were safe in his arms already. echoes filled the room as you heaved at the top of the stairs, after all, that alcohol didn’t absorb very well…..you yelped as you stumbled to the bathroom, trying not to throw up on the spot, eventually falling to the ground and crawling over to the toilet bowl. michael quickly grasped all you’re hair in his hand, prepared to comfort you during this..scene. “dont worry darling,” he said as he rubbed you’re back. clearly you’ve had a bit too much to drink..
after your violent fit of puking, your stomach cramped and you shoved your face in his lap, embarrassed and in pain, michael gently patted your back soothingly and wiped saliva from around you’re mouth, wrapping his arms around you and carrying you into his bedroom.
he gently laid you on his bed and put a blanket over you, trying to ease you’re pain as he couldn’t BEAR seeing a damsel in distress. y/n barely managed to drink the water resting on the bedside table without throwing it all back up again…”crap.. maybe i shouldn’t have drank all that… i’m a light weight” you said as he looked into your eyes and combed your messy hair strands behind your ear, taking a moment to appreciate your bare features. he helped you get dressed, as you were blacked out, you barely had enough composure to even speak….never mind continue what was going before “i-i’m really sorry, michael i don’t think i can keep goi—“ your words was cut short as you were quickly shut up by a soft kiss to your lips before pulling off and speaking
“i wasn’t expecting you to, we can continue where we left off a different time, maybe not so much to drink next time” he chuckled out, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
in the morning, you woke up to a sleeping shirtless michael, his arm holding your waist, you were in your underwear,due to the fact you puked all over yourself, but you couldn’t remember that so you assumed that you did the deed with THE michael jackson. you tried to sit up but the arm around you and the hangover you were currently experiencing stopped you, a pathetic whine escapes michael’s lips as he pulls you closer
“you hungry..?” he mumbled as he sat up
“i-i’m sorry i can’t remember a thing that happened, w-why am i in michael jacksons bed half naked?” you say, in awe of the man’s sheer beauty even while he was half awake. “oh-don’t worry i get it” he chuckled out. “to put it in simply, you had a bit much to drink and..you were far too drunk to get home on you’re own.. and a few things happened but don’t worry you started puking before anything could happen forreal”
he said as he stood up and started fixing his hair in the mirror, his curls falling perfectly into place as he tussled them around. you were glad to hear this as you definitely did need help last night, after all you couldn’t take too many drinks before seeing them again in an hour in the toilet…
“well….thank you f-for helping me….can i use your phone?” y/n stuttered as she stood up. mj gave her a nod of approval and pointed down the hallway to his house phone. y/n walked over to the phone and dialled in her assistants numbers, twirling the phone cord waiting for a reply. “hello..?” her assistant asked
“h-hello? natalie? it’s me y/n”
“y/n? where have you been all night? i’ve been looking for you all night and morning!”
“i-i’m at.. at michael jackson’s place… i-i think we did..something”
“something?” natalie’s voice echoed on the other side of the line “y/n we don’t have time for this you have a photoshoo— wait michael jackson?”
“y/n..? um.. i kinda want you to stay for a little while”. michael’s voice cut through, he sounded so cute and desperate
“c-cancel the photo shoot! it can wait” she said as she hung up, turning around to look at michael, her heart racing, “s- so.. what exactly did we do last night?”
“i’ll show you..” he said as he cupped her face..
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CHAPTER ONE
tags : michael jackson x reader // drunk fluff // teasing // waist holding // flirting // tension //
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bio; a fic me and @kyutiepopz are working on!!! there is more chapters coming and DEFO more smut to come… ;)
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it was a warm february evening in 1984, michael had just won a grammy. he was glowing with pride, the stage lights casting this almost euphoric glow on his gorgeous features, the sequins reflecting a warm light on his neck. you could see sweat beading by his perfectly styled curls on his forehead from the pure nerves, every time his gloved hand came up to rub under his bottom lip, a rhythmic, practiced movement he regularly did, the diamonds attached expertly to his gloved refracted onto his cheekbone; casting a dispersive light. your eyes met for a mere second making your heart flutter, michael looked amazing tonight, and you weren’t quite sure if you could contain yourself at that afterparty.
( 3rd person )
booming music rattled the french windows of the ballroom. strobing lights reflecting off the glass, and onto the generous rhinestones encrusted onto the guests dashing attire. crowds of award-winning artists swaying the night away, swirling there cocktails while looking the eye-candy up and down, window shopping for their next one night stand. (although it may start rumours among the press). y/n strutted into the fabulous building, eyes locking onto her curves and her glistening jewellery. “doesent she just look breath-taking” the bouncers hollered at her as she smiled, confidence boosting more by the minute.
she strolled into the crowd with her head high, ready to have fun and get a little tipsy…maybe even get some men to buy her drinks… her ego barely declined so she was confident that she was gonna take someone home tonight, maybe even the *star of the night*... fluorescent lights lit up the bar, giggling and conversation filling the room and wrapping around everyone’s eardrums like a warm hug. she sat down and got herself comfortable, ready for a night of fun and excitement!
she looked around, complimenting people’s outfits using her body language. after all, her smile was contagious, and could light up a room instantly.
about an hour into the afterparty and you were full up on pure booze, holding onto a wine glass like it was a lifeline. everything going on was just so overwhelming, the blinding lights, the constant chatter, the constant men coming up to buy her a drink when she had clearly had enough, the makeup caked on her face was starting to irritate her pores and was separating by her smile lines. she needed a breather, and that’s non negotiable.
( 2nd person )
your red bottom heels clicking against the extravagant wooden flooring as you made your way to the balcony, the stars lighting up the los angeles city skyline. there he was, in that gorgeous outift, there he stood, michael joeseph jackson, leaning over the balcony ledge, swirling and occasionally sipping a small glass of whisky; the soft breeze blowing his curls to the right. the previously styled curls on his forehead now cascaded down his forehead in this messy but attractive way, the door closed behind you with a soft click, it was quiet, but you’d have to be hard of hearing to not hear it. michael glanced behind him for a second before double taking and looking at you properly, a soft smirk pulling at the left side of his face, he jerked his head down to move his glasses to the tip of his beautifully curved nose, his eyes had a teasing glow in them. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he seemed to be thinking what to say to you, after all, you did look gorgeous..
after a minute of comfortable silence and soft eye contact, he spoke
“how come you out here too?” his voice was raised yet low, you had to be quite loud to get your words through the vibrations of the music and conversation behind that balcony door, but you could hear his smile in his tone. his voice was so attractive when he wasn’t putting on that high protective tone for his voice, you felt your face heat up and a you felt a low heat pool somewhere you refuse to acknowledge
“u-ha..um too loud” your words slurred and you let out a nervous laugh before starting your sentence, making michael let out a soft chuckle in amusement at your fluster.
“me too, i like what you did with your um, your hair” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he beckoned you forward with his index finger, he let out a small chuckle as he spoke “c’mere, let me get a good look at you, it’s dark out” you felt the heat in that one area grow, having thoughts you shouldn’t, getting actual shivers from his voice, you nodded almost too eagerly, making him laugh, you stumbled, falling into his arms, suddenly remembering how drunk you were,
“you’re r-really gorgeous up close” you whispered accidentally, drunkenly blurting it out, you noticed a soft pink hue appear on his cheeks, michael subtly biting his lip and mouthing a soft thank you, his hot breath against your skin was not helping with your situation down there
“you’re not bad yourself,girl” he chuckled out, moving your hair out of your face as he gets a good look at your harmonious features, twirling a stray curl from your updo in his finger flirtatiously, his voice turning into a low smooth hum as he hums a wordless tune, likely an unreleased melody he’s planning on making. he finished humming or maybe forgot what he was doing, a comforting silence between you two as you admired his eyes, the same eyes he was so insecure of, they were beautiful, they had this soft almost angelic glow as he admired your face.
this man was gorgeous.
“wanna g-go get somethin’ to drink..?” you ask, finally breaking the silence, michael’s eyes drift down to your lips before drifting back up to your eyes, he licked his lips lightly before speaking ..
“i think you’ve had enough but sure” he chuckled, his smile evident through his tone..
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