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I recently saw someone who said that they thought liberian girl was about a girl who worked in a library and now I can't get this idea off my head. So can I request a fic where mi goes in a library because he wants to release some stress by reading a new book but find himself having a crush on the pretty bookseller (reader obv) and he comes every day into the library just to see her.

Also I had thriller era in mind

Ofc do not feel obligate to fulfill my request if you don't want to

LIBRARIAN GIRL

ThrillerEra!Michael Jackson x Librarian!Reader

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, Michael being taller than reader. that’s all

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The bells above the heavy, dark oak door of the library gave a soft, brassy chime, a sound immediately swallowed by the quiet, comforting atmosphere of the shop.

The bookstore/library was a haven of dust motes, old leather, and towering shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling. It smelled heavily of vanilla, wood polish, and the faint, earthy scent of rain from the storm passing outside.

You were standing behind the circular checkout desk in the center of the room, a heavy wool cardigan wrapped tightly around your shoulders protecting you against the draft. With a cloth in hand, you were dusting and wiping a stack of newly arrived vintage poetry collections, humming to a tune that was fixated in your head. The bookstore was exceptionally empty, save for the occasional patter of raindrops against the high windows.

Until the bells chimed.

You instinctively looked up, a polite welcome forming on the tip of your tongue, but the words quickly died in your throat.

The man who had just stepped inside looked like he was trying very hard to disappear, yet he radiated an energy that made it completely impossible to look away. It was late 1983, the entire world was currently gripped by a collective frenzy over a single album called Thriller, you’ve heard it plenty of times on the radio. You would have to be living under a rock not to recognise the man currently standing on the worn out welcome mat.

He was wearing an oversized black coat. Large, dark aviator sunglasses that hid his eyes, and a soft, expensive black scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

Michael had spent the last six months under the most blinding, suffocating spotlight in human history. Every move he made was tracked by flashbulbs, every breath he took was cataloged by screaming fans. That of course didn’t mean he wasn’t grateful for all of the incredible amount of support and praise he was receiving from his fans. But his life had become a beautiful, terrifying golden cage.

This afternoon, the pressure had simply become too much. He had slipped out of his security’s sight, desperate to expel the restless, bored energy thrumming through his bones for just an hour of quiet, single moment where he wasn’t the king of pop, but just Michael.

He stood frozen by the door for a moment, his chest heaving slightly under his coat. He glanced around the shop, his gloved hands fidgeting nervously, expecting someone to recognise him.

But to his surprise the shop remained perfectly still.

You blinked, realising you were staring. Instead of gasping or making a scene you decided to simply offer him a warm, gentle smile, your voice dropping to a quiet, respectful tone. “Welcome in. Feel free to browse. The fiction section is to the left, and we have hot tea in the back, which I’ve just brewed, if you need to warm up from the rain.”

Michael’s head snapped toward you. Behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, his eyes widened. He didn’t say anything. He stood entirely still, his lips parting slightly.

He had expected many things when he ran away in the rain today, but he hadn’t expected you.

You look warm, a contrast against the harsh rain from outside, illuminated by the soft amber glow of a desk lamp, a stray strand of hair falling across your cheek as you went back to dusting your books, treating him with the casual, effortless kindness you would show any other person. To a man who was constantly suffocated by worship and hysteria, your simple, unbothered warmth felt like a bucket of cool water in a desert.

A sudden, soft blush crept up Michael’s neck, hidden by his scarf. He quickly looked down. He cleared his throat, as he took a tentative stop into the aisle.

“Thank you.” he whispered. His voice was gentle, so incredibly soft that you felt all the small worries that were nagging at you melting away.

He walked away into the maze of bookshelves, his shoes clicking quietly against the hardwood floor.

For the next forty five minutes, Michael pretended to look at the books. In reality, his heart was hammering an erratic rhythm against his ribs, and he hadn’t read a single sentence. He came here to read so he could relax, but that seemed like the last thing he was currently doing. He would pick up a heavy leather book, stare blankly at the text, subtly tilt his head around the edge of the shelf to peek at the gaps in the books.

He watched the way you carefully cataloged the library ledged, the soft serene expression on your face, and the gentle way you flipped through the old pages. When you stood up to reach a high shelf behind you, your cardigan slipped slightly off your shoulder. Michael hid behind a stack of books, his face burning hot, a wide, adoring smile breaking across his face.

He felt like he was under a spell.

When he finally gathered the courage to approach the desk to leave, he placed a small, random book on history on the counter. You smiled, ringing it up, and as you handed him his change, your fingers lightly brushed against his hand.

“Have a wonderful evening,” you said softly.

Michael didn’t answer. He grabbed the book in a hurry, the brass bells chiming loudly behind him.

On Friday, the bells chimed, cutting through the silence in the shop.

You didn't look up immediately. You were sitting on a low rolling stool behind the counter, a cozy knit sweater pulled over your hands as you carefully noted down a few recent inventory arrivals in the heavy ledger. The amber glow of a small green lamp illuminated your desk, casting soft shadows across the polished wood. It had been exactly one week. One week since your last encounter with Michael. You had just accepted the fact that you won’t see him again.

But when you looked up, Michael stepped over the threshold, closing the heavy oak door gently behind him, careful to not make too much noise.

Today, he wasn’t hiding behind his glasses. He looked incredibly handsome, his jawline sharp, his large, brown eyes wide under the soft library lights.

His posture was small. He stood with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his shoulders hunched slightly inward as he caught your eye. The moment his gaze locked onto yours, a shy smile broke across his face.

“Hi,” Michael murmured. His voice was soft and gentle, which almost immediately made you relax.

“Hi, Michael,” you smiled warmly, closing the ledger and resting your chin in your hands. “Did you manage to dodge the rain?”

Michael took a slow, tentative step toward the counter. He took his right hand out of his pocket, using his long, slender fingers to nervously adjust his gloves, a deep flush creeping up his neck.

“Just barely,” his eyes darted down to his shoes for a brief second before rushing back up to meet yours. He opened his coat, reaching into his left inside pocket and carefully took out a book on twentieth century European history he had checked out last week. He placed it gently on the counter, sliding it toward you with a lingering, cautious touch. “I brought this back. I…I finished it.”

“Did you really?” you raised an eyebrow playfully, leaning over the counter. “The whole thing? Michael, it’s six hundred pages. I usually only recommend this book to college students trying to cure insomnia.”

Michael froze, his eyes widening slightly. His shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed, your heart made a violent flip.

“I did,” he insisted, his voice rising into a sweet, defensive register. He leaned his forearms against the high wooden desk, stepping directly into your personal space until he was just inches away from you. He looked up through his dark eyelashes, his large eyes swimming with adoration. “I read every single page. Especially the part about the… the treaty of… um…”

“The Treaty of Locarno?” you supplied, fighting back a smile.

“Yes! That one,” a proud spark lighting up his features before his shyness caught up to him again. He nervously thrummed his fingers against the wood, a soft heavy pout forming on his lips as he looked down at your hands. “It was very educational. But I think… I liked the pictures best.”

“There are only four pictures in the entire book, Mike.” You laughed gently.

“And I liked them.” He didn't look away. He stared at your face with a lingering, magnetic intensity, entirely, captivated by the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. Michael had spent his whole life being stared at, used for entertainment, and worshipped by fans. But right here, in the quiet of the bookstore, he was the one doing the worshipping. He was completely, utterly smitten, caught in the grip of a helpless crush.

He reached out, his bare index finger idly tracing a pattern on the mahogany counter, his hand stepping closer and closer until the side of his thumb lightly, deliberately brushed against your sleeve. He let out a shallow breath, his eyes holding your gaze, the unspoken tension thickening between you two.

“So,” you murmured, your throat suddenly dry under the sheer weight of his attention. “What’s the verdict? Are you looking for another history lesson today, or do you want something lighter for the weekend?”

Michael shifted his weight from foot to foot, his adoring expression softening. He tilted his head.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly, his fingers still lingering beside yours on the counter. “What do you think I should read? I only want it if… if you recommend it.”

You let out a soft, breathy laugh, your own cheeks flushing hot as you stood from the stool. “Well, come on the, Mr. Jackson. Let’s see if we can find something that actually has a plot this time.”

Michael’s lips curved into a wide, brilliant smile that lit up his entire face, his eyes crinkling happily as he quickly stepped back to let you lead the way into the maze of shelves, completely satisfied to follow you wherever you chose to take him.

Another week passed. Michael would make short occasional visits around 3PM, and it was to talk about everything and anything, you didn’t mind, actually Michael made you look forward to your shifts at the library. Despite only knowing him for two weeks you were growing fond of him.

The rain knocked heavily against the oak door, scraping against the hardwood floor each time it opened.

You didn’t need to look up to know who had just entered. It was exactly 3:05PM.

Michael stepped into the amber lit warmth of the shop.

“You’re late,” you murmured, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you finally set your pen down. “I was beginning to think you actually stayed in the studio today.”

He quickly took his hands out of his pockets, a shy smile slowly making its way onto his face.

“I tried to hurry,” he said quietly, the thought of you waiting for him filled him up with an odd soothing sort of ache. He leaned his forearms against the high wooden counter, stepping directly into your personal space until you could smell the intoxicating, rich scent of his vanilla and spice cologne. “Quincy wanted another take on a vocal arrangement, but I kept… I kept looking at the clock. I told him I had a very important meeting at three.”

“An important meeting with a stack of biography ledgers?” You asked, leaning forward until your face was just inches from his.

“With you,” Michael murmured.

He stared down at you through his dark eyelashes, his lower lip parting slightly as his eyes traced your features with a quiet, magnetic devotion. He didn’t say the words that kept him awake at night, he didn’t confess the consuming, helpless, sudden crush that had taken over his life since he first met you.

But the raw intensity of his eyes was louder than any other words that could be said.

Before the silence could stretch too thin, Michael suddenly remembered a small bag he had brought with him.

“I brought you something,” he whispered nervously, his hand diving into the bag.

Michael didn’t want to just visit, his intense, clingy nature demanded he leave a piece of himself behind every day. The gifts had started small, a perfect red apple, a rare tin of chamomile tea to keep you warm against the shop’s draft.

Today, he pulled out a small, heavy parcel wrapped in thick, midnight blue silk. He slid it across the polished wood, his fingers brushing against the edge of your hand. The contact was brief but enough to make his cheeks flush.

“Open it,” he pleaded softly, his face hovering closely, his lower lip tucked between his teeth.

You united the silk ribbon, peeling back layers to find a beautiful bracelet resting on top of a velvet cushion.

“Michael,” you gasped, a soft laugh of pure disbelief escaping you. “This is stunning. It looks like a work of art, not something for someone who works in a dusty corner shop.”

“It’s for you to wear,” Michael explained quickly, his voice rushing as a fresh wave of shyness hit him. His bare fingers reached across the counter, gently catching your wrist. His skin was hot against your wrist. “Can I put it on you?”

Your fingers trembled slightly as you nodded. Michael picked up the bracelet, his long fingers working with a focused concentration as he wrapped the chain around your wrist. His fingertips continuously brush against the skin of your inner wrist. He clicked the delicate clasp into place.

His thumb lingered, lightly tracing a slow circle over your pulse point, eyes lifting to lock with yours.

“I noticed you don’t wear much jewelry when you’re working,” Michael said gently, his gaze dropping to your wrist before rushing back to your eyes. “I wanted you to have something beautiful. Every time you move your hand it’ll make a quiet little sound… a pretty sound. So you’ll think of… so it keeps you company when I’m not here.”

The gesture made your throat dry. You stared down at his fingers. Your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

“You can’t keep doing this, Mike.” you murmured, unable to pull away. “You’re spoiling me.”

“I want to,” Michael smiled innocently.

A month had passed, you and Michael had grown closer than ever, to the point where Michael began inviting you to his house occasionally. You were curled up on the massive velvet sofa, an oversized knit blanket engulfing you which smelled faintly of cedar and expensive vanilla. A single brass floor lamp casting a puddle of warm light over the pages of your book

The room was perfectly still save for the crackle of the wood burning fireplace and the distant, rhythmic clink of a whisk hitting a ceramic bowl in the kitchen down the hall.

A few minutes later, the rhythmic clicking of Michael’s footsteps announced his return.

He didn’t say a word as he stepped onto the thick Persian rug. He didn’t ask if you were hungry, and he didn’t ask how the book was going. He simply drifted toward the sofa like a ghost pulled by a magnetic current.

You didn’t look up from your page, a small, knowing smile already tugging at the corners of your lips.

Michael stopped directly in front of your spot on the couch. He leaned over, his frame casting a shadow across your book. Before you could even blink, he tilted his head down, pressing his lips against your forehead.

He smelled faintly of the sweet buttermilk batter and maple syrup he had been mixing in the kitchen. The kiss was soft, entirely unhurried, a gentle pressure that sent a violent flutter straight to your stomach.

You tried to force your eyes back down to the text of your novel, but the words were starting to blur into a meaningless haze.

It had been going on for the last forty five minutes. Michael insisted on making pancakes from scratch, a project he had taken on with determination, but every few minutes he would appear at the edge of the sofa, incapable of staying away from your orbit.

He didn’t need anything. He didn’t want anything. He just wanted the occasional brief second of physical contact that he just couldn’t seem to stay away from.

Ten minutes passed. The rain outside seemed to double in intensity, a loud gust of wind rattling the heavy arched windows. On cue, the distant sound of a cabinet closing echoed from the kitchen, followed by the familiar, soft sliding of socks against the hardwood floor.

You kept your eyes glued to the page, pretending to be utterly focused and absorbed in the book you were reading, though your ears were hyper focused on his approach.

Michael stopped by the arm of the sofa this time. He didn’t lean over the front, instead he came around the back. His hands resting gently on the velvet cushion right behind you.

Once again, his lips pressed against your forehead. His mouth lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. You could feel the soft, steady puff of his warm breath against your temple.

“Michael,” you murmured, your voice a low, breathy laugh as he finally pulled his head back. “The better is going to get warm and gross if you keep abandoning it.”

Michael didn’t retreat. He stayed hovering inches from your face, his large brown eyes swimming with an intense, heavy gravity that made your throat go dry. A soft almost unnoticeable pout formed on his lips whenever you called him out on his behaviour.

“It needs to rest,” Michael defended himself. He reached out, fingers lightly brushing against the bracelet resting on your wrist. “The recipe says the batter has to rest for fifteen minutes so the pancakes get fluffy. I’m just… I’m just following the instructions.”

“I’m pretty sure the instructions don’t say you have to walk back and forth across the house six times,” you teased, turning your head slightly to catch sight of his face.

Michael let out a quiet chuckle. “They do,” he whispered playfully. “It’s a secret technique. Quincy taught me.”

“Quincy did not teach you how to bake pancakes, Mike.”

“He did!” Michael insisted.

Instead of walking back to the kitchen, he moved around the sofa, lifting the edge of your heavy knit blanket, and smoothly slid himself into the empty space right next to your hip.

The sofa dipped. Michael didn’t stay a polite distance away. He grabbed the edge of the blanket pulling it over his own lap, effectively trapping the two of you under the warmth of the blanket.

The proximity was intoxicating. You fought against the urge to lean into the sweet smelling scent of his cologne that was radiating off his skin.

“What are we reading?” Michael murmured next to you.

He leaned his upper body sideways, resting his chin directly against your shoulder. His curls brushed against your neck and cheek, sending a sudden rush of heat straight to your face. He reached out, hand sliding over the top of yours to help you hold the heavy pages of the book, his palm warm and solid against the back of your hand.

There hadn’t been much wind since last week. It was now exactly a month and one week since you’ve met Michael, and by now the 3PM slot on your clock was practically his personal property which he proudly owned.

Today however, the shop wasn’t filled with the usual quiet murmurs of shared interest in books or breathless laughs over the counter.

Instead, Michael was sitting in the large, plush forest green armchair tucked away near the biography section. Usually, when he was here, his posture had grown to be loose and relaxed. Right now, his hands were crossed over his chest, his shoulders hunched inward the smallest amount. Trying to hide a heavy pout pulling at his lips. His large, brown eyes were narrowed, tracking a very specific target across the room with a fierce intensity.

He was sulking. Completely sulking.

The source of his quiet misery was standing at the center checkout desk. A handsome, well dressed male customer in his late twenties had been lingering at your counter for the last fifteen minutes. He had brought up a single paperback, but instead of completing the transaction and leaving, he was leaning his forearm casually against the counter, flashing an overly bright, confident smile as he tried to engage you in conversation.

“I’ve just been looking for a place that carries rare literary journals,” the man was saying, his voice carrying easily through the quiet shop. He tilted his head, giving you a smooth practiced look. “A friend told me that a worker here has incredible taste. Clearly, they weren't exaggerating.”

You offered a polite, professional smile, ringing up the book. “Thank you. We try to keep a unique selection. If you leave your name and number, I can check our back stock for those journals and give you a call.”

Michael breathed an irritated sigh. He couldn’t handle it. He literally could not handle seeing someone else standing at your counter, absorbing your smiles, and occupying your attention that had belonged exclusively to him for the past month.

“That would be perfect,” the customer replied, completely unaware of the man shooting him daggers. The man slid a small piece of paper across the counter toward you. “I’m usually free in the evenings if you want to call then.”

Michael’s jaw tightened. His lower lip jutted out further, looking almost painful in its stubbornness.

He let out a loud, over dramatic ‘ahem’ that echoed through the shop.

You paused, your eyes instantly darting past the customer to the corner of the room.

Michael didn't look away when you caught him. He met your gaze head on, his big, dark eyes slightly wide, swimming with a tragic, wounded sorrow that made him look like a puppy that had been left out in a storm

“Is everything alright back there?” the customer asked, turning his head looking for the source of noise.

“Oh, yes, just a regular customer,” you said quickly, feeling a sudden wave of heating rushing to your face as you tucked the slip of paper into your drawer. “All set. Have a wonderful afternoon.”

“Thanks, I’ll be waiting for that call,” the man smiled, finally heading toward the exit, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

The moment the door closed, the tense silence in the shop turned suffocating.

You let out a soft, breathy sigh, walking from behind the counter stepping into the narrow aisle. Michael didn’t move. He remained in the green armchair.

“Michael,” you said gently, stopping a few feet away from his chair and resting your hands on your hips. “What was that? Hm?”

Michael didn’t answer right away. He turned his head sharply to the side, staring blankly at a row of book spines, his heavy pout firmly intact. He let out a little huff through his nose.

“Nothing,” he murmured. His voice was a low, quiet whisper.

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” you teased softly, stepping closer until your shoes were practically touching his. “You looked like you wanted to shoot laser beams out of your eyes at that poor man.”

Michael’s head snapped back up, his large eyes blazing with a sudden frantic intensity. He unfolded his arms gripping the edges of the armchair as he leaned forward, stepping directly into your personal space.

“He was talking too much,” Michael defended himself. “He was leaning on the counter. People shouldn’t lean on the counter like that, it’s… it’s bad manners. And he gave you his number. Why did he give you his number?”

“He wants me to find some rare journals for him, Mike,” you explained, fighting the fluttering warmth in your chest. “It's just business.”

“I can find journals,” Michael whispered, his finger twitching against the armchair. He stood up suddenly, his frame hovering over you, his presence warm and entirely overpowering in the narrow aisle. He took a half step closer, completely discarding any sense of casual boundaries, his large eyes scanning every inch of your face with desperate, clinginess. “I have people who can find any book in the world. You don’t need to call him. If you need journals, you can ask me. I can get them for you. Tomorrow. A whole box.”

This was different to his usual shy nature, you weren’t sure how to react. Michael usually fidgeted, or subtly tried to move closer, but clearly when jealous he’d move the opposite. He didn’t even try to be casual about it, his actions were a confession in themselves, a display of raw, possessive devotion that no regular customer could ever replicate. He was terrified of losing your attention, your smiles, or your time being directed at a guy that wasn’t him.

“Michael,” you said softly. “I don’t want to ask your people for books. I like talking to you.”

A sigh escaped his lips, a shy small smile broke through his sulking pout. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, reaching out to lightly touch the sleeve of his black jacket. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, his grip firm.

“Don’t call him,” Michael pleaded softly, his thumb tracing a slow, agonisingly sweet circle over the skin of your wrist. “I don’t want anyone else taking up your time.”

“Okay, Mike,” you whispered, offering him a reassuring smile. “No phone calls.”

Michael smiled, despite only knowing you a month and a week, he was already adamant that you were his. He was completely satisfied that he was once again the center of your universe.

‎ꫂ᭪݁. you sneak away with your boyfriend to enjoy some alone time

contains — ᨳଓ . afro Michael, slow grinding, dirty talking and two freaky virgins btw.

৻ꪆ Los Angeles, Hayvenhurst 1978.

For the past few minutes, you and Michael have been hidden away. Specifically, in his room. You've been dating for awhile and all had been pretty well. Michael was sweet and caring, always tending to you. Letting you get whatever you want or just making sure you are comfortable. His favorite moments was when you would help pick out his hair, he sat right between your legs when you did.

Michael was everything a girl could ask for. And lately, you'd been thinking it was about time you paid him back.

Now, considering your upbringings, you both agreed to wait until marriage. But of course urges had followed. You knew this, it was clear as day. No matter how hard Michael tried to be subtle about it, you knew. It happened too often, but you loved it. Just to tease, you would wear a tshirt and panties around him, walking slowly while his eyes gradually followed.

"Michael baby everything okay?" You would ask him innocently, voice sweet as you stood there practically half naked. He would keep his eyes right on you, giving you eye contact and nodding. But as soon as you walked off, his legs would shift in his spot, mainly trying to adjust to the new feeling he was having after seeing you like that.

If you felt bold, you'd grab his face teasingly, and have your thumb and pointer finger brush against his jaw, just to look into his wide eyes. You even gave him small neck kisses, going up to his ear and telling him the nastiest stuff you'd do. He loved it all, giving you small shy smiles, but still remained in control. He just let you toy with him.

You wanted to try something different this time, and you couldn't wait. You pulled Michael aside from the party, he looked slightly confused but went along with you.

He made up some excuse to his brothers to get away from the whole party going on downstairs. He then followed you to a different room and immediately was tempted. You firmly sat him down on the bed and eyed him.

"What's this?" he asks you, eyes wondering. You already had the smallest shorts on and a pretty top.

“My appreciation, for being such a good boyfriend,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked at him. “Now sit still.”

The music still filled the house, but Michael's heavy breathing over filled it.

You've been winding your hips against him slowly but surely. Oh gosh was he a mess, breathing heavy and slowly pressing himself against you. "Don't be shy now cmon," you tell him as you bent over more, arching your ass into him. From all the teasing you did to him, Michael wanted to do so much more to you than just sit here and let you toy with him again. But of course, he had to wait.

His hands gripped onto your ass trying to match your rhythm, fingers digging in just enough to feel the skin through your clothes. Michael’s chest rose and fell, his breath grew slightly faster.

"Yeah, just like that Mikey, it's yours" you murmured, rolling your hips in a slow circle that dragged your ass right over the growing bulge in his pants.

Michael's lip was caught in between his teeth, he let out a soft hum before lightly smacking your ass, "All fa'me?"

"Mhm," you replied smirking. "Don’t just sit there, push into it. Let me feel you."

The room was quiet except for the sound of fabric shifting and the low, drag of your bodies moving together. Michael was so glad he was able to sneak away with you. His dick kept throbbing under you every time you pressed down.

He let out another soft sound he tried to swallow, "I got you… I just don’t wanna mess it up."

His grip tightened, and he started to grind back, hesitant at first, then steadier, pressing his clothed dick right against the curve of your ass with each pass. Michael didn't know where you learned to do this, but he didn't complain. His girl was grinding her plump ass on him, all he was focusing on was trying not to nut. He tried to keep calm, shifting his legs wider, but a small spot of precum darkened the front of his boxers.

A soft whine slipped out of him, as he felt himself leak steadily. "Like that mama?" he says grinding his dick into you.

"We really shouldn't be doin' this," he says quietly but not removing his hands.

"But you deserve this don't you? For being so good, bein' such a gentleman" you say smiling to yourself.

A nice quiet whine came from his lips, "Mmmm, y-yeah," he then took a moment just to watch your hips move around in his lap, "You don't understand how good this feels"

Your pussy responded quickly. A fast heat pooled low in your belly, you could feel the slickness start to gather between your pussy, soaking into your panties with every grind. His hands slid lower, palms cupping and spreading you as he found his own rhythm, grinding deeper. His fingers kneaded your flesh soft as you backed up more against him. His hands, so big, and all over you.

The fabric of your panties clung a little more to your pussy with each pass, your clit throbbed from the pressure of his thick bulge, just rubbing right over it. This was a whole new side of Michael, and you loved it. Usually, Michael was shy in public. Just holding hands, giving small kisses to your cheek, always keeping it cool.

But with you privately, he let himself go a little bit.

His hands would travel a little further more, sometimes just resting right above your butt. He'd then face you with the cuteness grin, like he didn't know what he just did. He definitely was a fan of your butt, that's why you decided to do this. In a way, you couldn't believe this. You and Michael never had done anything like this before, it was a new feeling for both of you, and felt so good.

You weren't sure if Michael was gonna last...the way his dick just continued to grow underneath, you were surprised he didn't nut in his pants yet. "Surprised you still goin'" you teased still rubbing against him. "Looks like you got some patience"

"Hm don't start, you think you teaching me something," he mutters now controlling your hip movement.

He then takes his thumb and slides it right between your clothed folds, pressing gently. You get caught off for just a second before smiling and going with it.

"I'd show you something...but I don't wanna rush this," he mutters the last part, his thumb still pressed against that wet spot, drawing small circles.

"Do you know how pretty you look? Grinidn' this ass against me," he mutters the last part.

You leaned back into him, letting your ass work in slow circles while he held you there, "Maybe." You then turn back, looking at him as you roll your hips in a circle, "You like when I do that?"

Michael looks up at you and nods his head, he bit down on his bottom lip, eyes half-lidded. "I love it," his eyes wide as his fingers were still locked on you.

"S-shit… you really tryna make me cum like this," he muttered, voice strained but still trying to sound in control. "Keep talkin’ to me," he says while watching your ass move.

You two were gonna be gone for a bit.

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(inspired by the song, purp 4 sale by spaceghostpurrp. I heard this audio from an edit with Michael and I just started thinking about bumping n grinding I'm so sorry... LMAO).

just a small bread crumb, i'll go back n edit later, not proofread....🌚

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‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: Oneshot (requested)

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Warnings: Angst, anxiety, mentions of bullying, insecurity, sfw, suggestive, fluff

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.9k

A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the angel that requested this!! i’m so sorry it took me as long as it did to get to your request i literally only noticed it like 2 days ago im blind asf💀 honestly i leaped for joy at this request bc i’ve been running out of fic ideas so thank you!! and i hope i did your request well🥹 <3 Btw everything said by Joe about michael’s nose was what michael has stated in a interview!! this was not created by my own saying!!

With his head low, Michael sits in the backseat leather of Bill Bray’s Mercedes Benz. His dark sunglasses are pushed up extra high to cover the purple bruising around his eyes, his nose covered and protected in thick bandages.

“You okay son?”

Bill finally breaks the silence after sitting in it for at least 20 minutes. After driving him home from the medical centre, he'd been parked outside for what was starting to feel like forever. Michael was yet to move from his position and get out of the car.

He nods silently, unable to meet his eyes through the rear view mirror as his fingers continue to fidget with each other on his lap

"Whats on your mind?" Bill tries again softly, feeling deep empathy for the young artist who he sees as his own son.

Michael swallows hard as if trying to wash down his anxiety. After years of feeling insecure, having a low self image all mainly stemming from the bullying he endured from Joseph.

"Big nose"

"Ya aint get that nose and looks from me boy"

"Defo got it from ya mommas side"

Michael cringes inside hearing the replay of memories in his mind, and all the painful things that his father has said to him.

Today after weeks of privately having consultations with doctors and privately making this tough decision. Early this morning before sunrise whilst his family in hayvenhurst were still sound asleep, Michael got in Bills car and drove to get his first ever rhinoplasty done.

He was silent and worried because of guilt. Michael knew that he'd love his new nose and he knew it would take away the years of built up insecurities that he had.

But he wasn’t feeling guilty because he regretted what he did to his nose, he felt guilty because in the process of making this decision, he kept it from the most important person in his life. He kept it from someone who had always tried their hardest to kiss away his insecurities, to comfort and reassure him when his father made fun of him, defend him when his family would tease him.

Michael kept this...from you

"My angel....my angels on my mind Bill, i didnt...i didnt tell her."

The revelation weighs heavy in the car, Michael’s weak eyes lift up behind his dark shades to see Bill’s through the rear view mirror thats trained on the steering wheel as if trying to think of the right thing to say.

"You didn't tell her?" He finally responds

Michael shakes his head swallowing back tears behind his glasses

Bills expression softens seeing how hard he's swallowing, he knows the body language, he knows he's upset. Hes seen this side of Michael many times when hes stormed out of the house into his car after an argument with joseph.

"Look son...what's done is done alright? You put yourself first for once. You did this for you and im proud of ya.”

Michael slowly nods at his father like bodyguards words, finding it hard to sniffle his tears due to his sore nose

"Thanks Bill..im just worried y'know? what if i dont look good anymore?, what if she misses the way i looked before and don't wanna be w'me anymore?"

"Michael, from everything i've seen between the two of you, that girl is smitten. She's in love, anyone can see that."

Bill’s words slightly ease some of his anxiety as he looks out of the window to the outside of his family home.

"If anything, her reaction will prove that to you. If she's the right one and who you think she is, no matter how your appearance looks, she'll stick right by you."

After five minutes of getting reassurance and encouragement from Bill, michael thanks him leaning in to give him a hug that always heals the inner child in him before getting out of the car into his home straight to his bedroom where he locks himself in.

That night, michael tosses and turns in his bed his mine racing with thoughts at what your reaction might be. Would you be angry and break up with him? would you be sad and cry? would you be happy? did you secretly hate his old nose? would you love him more now?

He was supposed to see you tomorrow but now after his mind has come up with all the possibilities of what your reaction could be, how was he supposed to confidently see you? gosh he missed you so much it’s been three weeks since he last saw you due to his busy schedule.

But now that he was on his week off, he remembered he had promised you he’d see you as much as he could.

𓂃⋆.˚

Standing outside on the doorstep of your small apartment, he adjusts his black surgical mask and large sunglasses, he knows you’re gonna be confused and question it since he never visits you covering his face, but he doesn’t have the courage to fully show you the reason yet. He hopes you’ll understand.

With a shaky hand he presses his slender finger against the doorbell and within 5 seconds the door is flung open in excitement

“Mikey!!— why’ve you got that on your face?”

You chuckle but shake your head passing it off as your boyfriends usual silliness as you jump into his arms hugging him tightly

Michael hugs you back with equal tightness wrapping his large arms around you, burying his face into your neck to breathe in your scent through his mask— the only scent that gives him comfort and peace, the only one that removes his daily overthinking.

You truly were his safety blanket.

“Hi baby” He whispers into your neck pressing small kisses through the mask onto your skin

“Oh baby i’ve missed you so much, let me see your face! i wanna kiss you all over.”

You say with a gentle smile that tugs at his heart as you try to lift his mask

His hands immediately shoot up in defence to grab yours before you can start lifting the fabric

Your smile falters as you blink in confusion at the sudden movement from him

“Michael-”

“Cmon on baby, let’s head inside it’s cold out here” He cuts you off as he grabs your hand gently to enter your apartment

“Okay…come in i’ll make your favourite, freshly squeezed orange juice.” You respond still slightly confused by his actions outside but you brush it off - he’s probably just jet lagged you think.

He sits on the stool at the small kitchen island where you are squeezing a large orange through the juicer.

He’s so silent, more silent than usual, by now he would’ve been talking your ears off about his new song ideas, how lovely the weather was or about the random things that pass through that beautiful mind of his

But instead, he’s sitting on the stool drumming his fingers on his jeans, his gaze is focused on the counter top the large sunglasses and face mask is still concealing his face.

He hasn’t even registered the fact that you’ve placed the juice in front of him

“Mikey?” You call out gently

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice which makes your expression turn from concern to worry

“Honey is everything okay?” You ask rounding the counter to stand beside him gently placing a warm soothing palm on his back

“Y-yeah no everything’s fine baby sorry i’m just tired that’s all…thank you for the juice my love.”

He says making no move to lift or take his mask off to drink it and still avoiding even turning his head in your direction

“You look real pretty today angel”

He speaks in attempt to change the topic, in reality it was true you looked gorgeous today in your baby blue sundress. He always loved you in blue.

“Well how would you even know baby you’re only seeing me through them dark large shades” You reply with a soft laugh before reaching your fingers forward to try and take at least his glasses off

At this, michael flinches backwards away from your hands making your own hands flinch back themselves.

“Okay michael what the hell is going on? you’re sitting here in a face mask and massive dark glasses and then you flinch whenever i try to take em off!?” You snap in frustrated concern

Seeing his shoulders shrink slightly, your eyes immediately widen before softening

“i…im sorry mike i didnt mean to raise my voice baby im just- im concerned y’know? You never usually act like this.”

Michael remains quiet, his heart breaking inside at the sound of your concerned voice, other than Bill and his mother, you were the only one who he truly believed cared for him.

He knows he shouldn’t be keeping this from you but he hates worrying you, and this new nose job of his? He knew it was going to worry you to death

“It’s okay baby, don’t apologise i just…” He starts off not knowing what to say

“Just what mike? did something happen to your face? did you get into a fight with jermaine again? i swear if he laid a hand on you i’ll-”

Under his mask he cracks a small smile for the first time in hours at the sound of you defending him. You always did, it was why Joseph disliked you because when you were around? joseph knew better than to try insult him.

Which is why his heart pangs in guilt thinking about how disappointed you’re gonna be in him to find out he listened to his father’s mean words, and actually changed his nose.

“No my love, i didn’t get into a fight i promise.”

“Then why are you hiding your face from me baby?” You frown “Did i do something wrong..?”

Did you do something wrong? he could feel his eyes watering at the sadness of your words. He hated making you sad.

“i missed you so much i haven’t seen you in weeks mikey, i just wanna see your handsome face, kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips.”

“No my angel you did nothing wrong…i did something wrong.”

His words make your worry intensify “Mike..what did you do?”

Knowing he can’t continue to hide it from you and you’re going to find out one way or another, he lifts his shaky hands to the arms of the large sunglasses before taking a deep breath and lowering them

The first thing you notice is his swollen deep purple bruised looking eyes with a thick white bandage between them where his nose rests

You gasp at the sight before reaching forward yourself and eagerly pulling off the black surgical mask, the full nose cast and nasal drip pad finally being revealed to you

He watches as your beautiful face scrunches up in horror and shock, the sight making the tears he was holding in start to roll down his cheeks as he looks away from you in shame

“Mike…”

“i-i know, i know i look hideous- you’re angry and you have every right to be-”

“Baby look at me” You cut off his rambling as he turns his head to you slowly, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he’s arrived

Your eyes water gently reaching your fingertips forward to touch his bandaged nose

“I’m sorry…i shouldn’t have kept this from you” His shaky voice says

Memories of the things he’s told you in the past of how Joseph used to bully him with cruel words to make fun of his nose. The nose you loved so much, the nose you kissed every chance you got just to remind Michael of how beautiful he was.

Your concern turns into anger as you step back “Did Joseph make you do this? i’m going down there right now-”

Just as you were about to head to the front door you’re pulled back into his chest his arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder

“N-no no he didn’t just…please don’t go i need you right now.”

His voice makes your heart shatter, you were concerned, worried and angry all in one. But your boyfriend needed you right now. He needed your comfort.

You turn around pulling him down by the back of his neck into your chest as you hug him tightly rubbing his back soothingly with your warm palm, he relaxes into you letting out all the emotions he’s been holding in

“Shh baby it’s okay…it’s okay baby, i’m not mad i’m just confused and worried my love.”

He nods into your neck gently before lifting his head up to look at you, keeping you close with his hands on your waist as if afraid you’ll pull away

“i…i got a rhinoplasty, yesterday morning.” Michael says, coming clean feeling the physical weight lift off of his chest as he tells you everything

“But…why baby? your nose…your nose was perfect.”

He shakes his head smiling sadly “I know you always loved it but..i didn’t like it. Even though joseph always made fun of me for it, i did this for me and nobody else.”

Despite the concern and sadness you feel at his decision, a flicker of pride fills you at the fact that Michael thought of himself for once. Your boyfriend was always selfless, always putting others and their decisions first even if it harmed him. But for once, he has decided to do something that he wants do.

He watches as you slowly nod in understanding, that’s his girl, this was one of the reasons Michael fell in love with you. You were the only one who he could come to and confess the things that deeply worried him and you’d never judge or make him feel worse, you always showed your utmost support.

“Mike…why didn’t you just tell me?”

His eyes soften seeing your almost hurt expression “I’m sorry angel, i guess i just thought that you wouldn’t like me anymore, or you’d think i was pathetic for doing this.”

You scoff softly “Not like you? think you’re pathetic? michael do you think i’m with you because of your outward appearance?”

He doesn’t know what to say, all the girls he was with in the past were only with him for either his fame, family or his looks. You were the first girl to actually be with him without wanting to gain anything.

“Michael i’m with you because of this.” You say resting your palm over his chest where his heart is currently beating fast

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you go ahead and say this. His anxiety was wrong. Everything his brain had predicted was wrong. He thought you would ran away and leave him for good the minute he showed you his face but right now you’re staring up at him with the same love in your eyes that’s always been there

“I love you Michael. Nose job or not. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Before you can process what happens next, you feel the warmth of Michael’s soft lips on yours as he kisses you with passion cupping the side of your face

You return the kiss with equal measure smiling into it as you caress your thumb against his cheek

When he pulls his lips away he looks down at you with the same handsome smile that makes your insides feel like butterflies

“There he is” You whisper teasingly making him blush shyly “Never be sad again okay angel face? your smile suits you.”

Michael continues to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him— because you were.

“God i love you so much.”

Your face lights up with a smile at his words as you gently kiss his bandaged nose

“I love you more mikey.”

𓂃⋆.˚

Sitting together cozied up on your warm couch together by the fire pit, your cheek rests on his chest listening to his now calm and soothing heartbeat

Michael’s anxiety and worries are now long gone, the most important person to him has accepted his new appearance and that’s all he needs to know you’ve got his back forever. Drawing lazy circles on your back and giving your head gentle kisses, he says

“Angel?”

“Hm baby?” You softly respond as you lift your head up to look at him

He looks back down at you caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently

“You think m’gonna look good with my new nose?”

You sit up properly with a smirk “You’re wondering if you michael freaking jackson my boyfriend will look good with his new nose?”

He groans hiding his face in his hands in shyness “stop it” You giggle getting on top of him straddling him to gently removing his hands from his face

“aht aht, you’ve hid this gorgeous face from me enough today.” you tease leaning down to kiss his lips lovingly before pulling back

“To answer your silly question, baby i think you’d look good even if you had a clown nose on.”

Michael bursts out laughing causing you to have your own laughing fit

“Oh yeah?” He smirks

“Yeah”

“You’d still kiss and give me love hm?”

“Oh i’d give you more than a kiss and love” You reply matching his smirk

Michaels eyes darken at your words

“Come show me then”

With that comment, the rest of the evening and night is spent in sensual romantic passion. And afterwards? Michael made sure to never be insecure again.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Thank you for reading <𝟑 .ᐟ

Safety Blanket

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: Oneshot (requested)

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Warnings: Angst, anxiety, mentions of bullying, insecurity, sfw, suggestive, fluff

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.9k

A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the angel that requested this!! i’m so sorry it took me as long as it did to get to your request i literally only noticed it like 2 days ago im blind asf💀 honestly i leaped for joy at this request bc i’ve been running out of fic ideas so thank you!! and i hope i did your request well🥹 <3 Btw everything said by Joe about michael’s nose was what michael has stated in a interview!! this was not created by my own saying!!

With his head low, Michael sits in the backseat leather of Bill Bray’s Mercedes Benz. His dark sunglasses are pushed up extra high to cover the purple bruising around his eyes, his nose covered and protected in thick bandages.

“You okay son?”

Bill finally breaks the silence after sitting in it for at least 20 minutes. After driving him home from the medical centre, he'd been parked outside for what was starting to feel like forever. Michael was yet to move from his position and get out of the car.

He nods silently, unable to meet his eyes through the rear view mirror as his fingers continue to fidget with each other on his lap

"Whats on your mind?" Bill tries again softly, feeling deep empathy for the young artist who he sees as his own son.

Michael swallows hard as if trying to wash down his anxiety. After years of feeling insecure, having a low self image all mainly stemming from the bullying he endured from Joseph.

"Big nose"

"Ya aint get that nose and looks from me boy"

"Defo got it from ya mommas side"

Michael cringes inside hearing the replay of memories in his mind, and all the painful things that his father has said to him.

Today after weeks of privately having consultations with doctors and privately making this tough decision. Early this morning before sunrise whilst his family in hayvenhurst were still sound asleep, Michael got in Bills car and drove to get his first ever rhinoplasty done.

He was silent and worried because of guilt. Michael knew that he'd love his new nose and he knew it would take away the years of built up insecurities that he had.

But he wasn’t feeling guilty because he regretted what he did to his nose, he felt guilty because in the process of making this decision, he kept it from the most important person in his life. He kept it from someone who had always tried their hardest to kiss away his insecurities, to comfort and reassure him when his father made fun of him, defend him when his family would tease him.

Michael kept this...from you

"My angel....my angels on my mind Bill, i didnt...i didnt tell her."

The revelation weighs heavy in the car, Michael’s weak eyes lift up behind his dark shades to see Bill’s through the rear view mirror thats trained on the steering wheel as if trying to think of the right thing to say.

"You didn't tell her?" He finally responds

Michael shakes his head swallowing back tears behind his glasses

Bills expression softens seeing how hard he's swallowing, he knows the body language, he knows he's upset. Hes seen this side of Michael many times when hes stormed out of the house into his car after an argument with joseph.

"Look son...what's done is done alright? You put yourself first for once. You did this for you and im proud of ya.”

Michael slowly nods at his father like bodyguards words, finding it hard to sniffle his tears due to his sore nose

"Thanks Bill..im just worried y'know? what if i dont look good anymore?, what if she misses the way i looked before and don't wanna be w'me anymore?"

"Michael, from everything i've seen between the two of you, that girl is smitten. She's in love, anyone can see that."

Bill’s words slightly ease some of his anxiety as he looks out of the window to the outside of his family home.

"If anything, her reaction will prove that to you. If she's the right one and who you think she is, no matter how your appearance looks, she'll stick right by you."

After five minutes of getting reassurance and encouragement from Bill, michael thanks him leaning in to give him a hug that always heals the inner child in him before getting out of the car into his home straight to his bedroom where he locks himself in.

That night, michael tosses and turns in his bed his mine racing with thoughts at what your reaction might be. Would you be angry and break up with him? would you be sad and cry? would you be happy? did you secretly hate his old nose? would you love him more now?

He was supposed to see you tomorrow but now after his mind has come up with all the possibilities of what your reaction could be, how was he supposed to confidently see you? gosh he missed you so much it’s been three weeks since he last saw you due to his busy schedule.

But now that he was on his week off, he remembered he had promised you he’d see you as much as he could.

𓂃⋆.˚

Standing outside on the doorstep of your small apartment, he adjusts his black surgical mask and large sunglasses, he knows you’re gonna be confused and question it since he never visits you covering his face, but he doesn’t have the courage to fully show you the reason yet. He hopes you’ll understand.

With a shaky hand he presses his slender finger against the doorbell and within 5 seconds the door is flung open in excitement

“Mikey!!— why’ve you got that on your face?”

You chuckle but shake your head passing it off as your boyfriends usual silliness as you jump into his arms hugging him tightly

Michael hugs you back with equal tightness wrapping his large arms around you, burying his face into your neck to breathe in your scent through his mask— the only scent that gives him comfort and peace, the only one that removes his daily overthinking.

You truly were his safety blanket.

“Hi baby” He whispers into your neck pressing small kisses through the mask onto your skin

“Oh baby i’ve missed you so much, let me see your face! i wanna kiss you all over.”

You say with a gentle smile that tugs at his heart as you try to lift his mask

His hands immediately shoot up in defence to grab yours before you can start lifting the fabric

Your smile falters as you blink in confusion at the sudden movement from him

“Michael-”

“Cmon on baby, let’s head inside it’s cold out here” He cuts you off as he grabs your hand gently to enter your apartment

“Okay…come in i’ll make your favourite, freshly squeezed orange juice.” You respond still slightly confused by his actions outside but you brush it off - he’s probably just jet lagged you think.

He sits on the stool at the small kitchen island where you are squeezing a large orange through the juicer.

He’s so silent, more silent than usual, by now he would’ve been talking your ears off about his new song ideas, how lovely the weather was or about the random things that pass through that beautiful mind of his

But instead, he’s sitting on the stool drumming his fingers on his jeans, his gaze is focused on the counter top the large sunglasses and face mask is still concealing his face.

He hasn’t even registered the fact that you’ve placed the juice in front of him

“Mikey?” You call out gently

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice which makes your expression turn from concern to worry

“Honey is everything okay?” You ask rounding the counter to stand beside him gently placing a warm soothing palm on his back

“Y-yeah no everything’s fine baby sorry i’m just tired that’s all…thank you for the juice my love.”

He says making no move to lift or take his mask off to drink it and still avoiding even turning his head in your direction

“You look real pretty today angel”

He speaks in attempt to change the topic, in reality it was true you looked gorgeous today in your baby blue sundress. He always loved you in blue.

“Well how would you even know baby you’re only seeing me through them dark large shades” You reply with a soft laugh before reaching your fingers forward to try and take at least his glasses off

At this, michael flinches backwards away from your hands making your own hands flinch back themselves.

“Okay michael what the hell is going on? you’re sitting here in a face mask and massive dark glasses and then you flinch whenever i try to take em off!?” You snap in frustrated concern

Seeing his shoulders shrink slightly, your eyes immediately widen before softening

“i…im sorry mike i didnt mean to raise my voice baby im just- im concerned y’know? You never usually act like this.”

Michael remains quiet, his heart breaking inside at the sound of your concerned voice, other than Bill and his mother, you were the only one who he truly believed cared for him.

He knows he shouldn’t be keeping this from you but he hates worrying you, and this new nose job of his? He knew it was going to worry you to death

“It’s okay baby, don’t apologise i just…” He starts off not knowing what to say

“Just what mike? did something happen to your face? did you get into a fight with jermaine again? i swear if he laid a hand on you i’ll-”

Under his mask he cracks a small smile for the first time in hours at the sound of you defending him. You always did, it was why Joseph disliked you because when you were around? joseph knew better than to try insult him.

Which is why his heart pangs in guilt thinking about how disappointed you’re gonna be in him to find out he listened to his father’s mean words, and actually changed his nose.

“No my love, i didn’t get into a fight i promise.”

“Then why are you hiding your face from me baby?” You frown “Did i do something wrong..?”

Did you do something wrong? he could feel his eyes watering at the sadness of your words. He hated making you sad.

“i missed you so much i haven’t seen you in weeks mikey, i just wanna see your handsome face, kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips.”

“No my angel you did nothing wrong…i did something wrong.”

His words make your worry intensify “Mike..what did you do?”

Knowing he can’t continue to hide it from you and you’re going to find out one way or another, he lifts his shaky hands to the arms of the large sunglasses before taking a deep breath and lowering them

The first thing you notice is his swollen deep purple bruised looking eyes with a thick white bandage between them where his nose rests

You gasp at the sight before reaching forward yourself and eagerly pulling off the black surgical mask, the full nose cast and nasal drip pad finally being revealed to you

He watches as your beautiful face scrunches up in horror and shock, the sight making the tears he was holding in start to roll down his cheeks as he looks away from you in shame

“Mike…”

“i-i know, i know i look hideous- you’re angry and you have every right to be-”

“Baby look at me” You cut off his rambling as he turns his head to you slowly, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he’s arrived

Your eyes water gently reaching your fingertips forward to touch his bandaged nose

“I’m sorry…i shouldn’t have kept this from you” His shaky voice says

Memories of the things he’s told you in the past of how Joseph used to bully him with cruel words to make fun of his nose. The nose you loved so much, the nose you kissed every chance you got just to remind Michael of how beautiful he was.

Your concern turns into anger as you step back “Did Joseph make you do this? i’m going down there right now-”

Just as you were about to head to the front door you’re pulled back into his chest his arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder

“N-no no he didn’t just…please don’t go i need you right now.”

His voice makes your heart shatter, you were concerned, worried and angry all in one. But your boyfriend needed you right now. He needed your comfort.

You turn around pulling him down by the back of his neck into your chest as you hug him tightly rubbing his back soothingly with your warm palm, he relaxes into you letting out all the emotions he’s been holding in

“Shh baby it’s okay…it’s okay baby, i’m not mad i’m just confused and worried my love.”

He nods into your neck gently before lifting his head up to look at you, keeping you close with his hands on your waist as if afraid you’ll pull away

“i…i got a rhinoplasty, yesterday morning.” Michael says, coming clean feeling the physical weight lift off of his chest as he tells you everything

“But…why baby? your nose…your nose was perfect.”

He shakes his head smiling sadly “I know you always loved it but..i didn’t like it. Even though joseph always made fun of me for it, i did this for me and nobody else.”

Despite the concern and sadness you feel at his decision, a flicker of pride fills you at the fact that Michael thought of himself for once. Your boyfriend was always selfless, always putting others and their decisions first even if it harmed him. But for once, he has decided to do something that he wants do.

He watches as you slowly nod in understanding, that’s his girl, this was one of the reasons Michael fell in love with you. You were the only one who he could come to and confess the things that deeply worried him and you’d never judge or make him feel worse, you always showed your utmost support.

“Mike…why didn’t you just tell me?”

His eyes soften seeing your almost hurt expression “I’m sorry angel, i guess i just thought that you wouldn’t like me anymore, or you’d think i was pathetic for doing this.”

You scoff softly “Not like you? think you’re pathetic? michael do you think i’m with you because of your outward appearance?”

He doesn’t know what to say, all the girls he was with in the past were only with him for either his fame, family or his looks. You were the first girl to actually be with him without wanting to gain anything.

“Michael i’m with you because of this.” You say resting your palm over his chest where his heart is currently beating fast

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you go ahead and say this. His anxiety was wrong. Everything his brain had predicted was wrong. He thought you would ran away and leave him for good the minute he showed you his face but right now you’re staring up at him with the same love in your eyes that’s always been there

“I love you Michael. Nose job or not. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Before you can process what happens next, you feel the warmth of Michael’s soft lips on yours as he kisses you with passion cupping the side of your face

You return the kiss with equal measure smiling into it as you caress your thumb against his cheek

When he pulls his lips away he looks down at you with the same handsome smile that makes your insides feel like butterflies

“There he is” You whisper teasingly making him blush shyly “Never be sad again okay angel face? your smile suits you.”

Michael continues to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him— because you were.

“God i love you so much.”

Your face lights up with a smile at his words as you gently kiss his bandaged nose

“I love you more mikey.”

𓂃⋆.˚

Sitting together cozied up on your warm couch together by the fire pit, your cheek rests on his chest listening to his now calm and soothing heartbeat

Michael’s anxiety and worries are now long gone, the most important person to him has accepted his new appearance and that’s all he needs to know you’ve got his back forever. Drawing lazy circles on your back and giving your head gentle kisses, he says

“Angel?”

“Hm baby?” You softly respond as you lift your head up to look at him

He looks back down at you caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently

“You think m’gonna look good with my new nose?”

You sit up properly with a smirk “You’re wondering if you michael freaking jackson my boyfriend will look good with his new nose?”

He groans hiding his face in his hands in shyness “stop it” You giggle getting on top of him straddling him to gently removing his hands from his face

“aht aht, you’ve hid this gorgeous face from me enough today.” you tease leaning down to kiss his lips lovingly before pulling back

“To answer your silly question, baby i think you’d look good even if you had a clown nose on.”

Michael bursts out laughing causing you to have your own laughing fit

“Oh yeah?” He smirks

“Yeah”

“You’d still kiss and give me love hm?”

“Oh i’d give you more than a kiss and love” You reply matching his smirk

Michaels eyes darken at your words

“Come show me then”

With that comment, the rest of the evening and night is spent in sensual romantic passion. And afterwards? Michael made sure to never be insecure again.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Thank you for reading <𝟑 .ᐟ

Safety Blanket

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: Oneshot (requested)

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Warnings: Angst, anxiety, mentions of bullying, insecurity, sfw, suggestive, fluff

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.9k

A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the angel that requested this!! i’m so sorry it took me as long as it did to get to your request i literally only noticed it like 2 days ago im blind asf💀 honestly i leaped for joy at this request bc i’ve been running out of fic ideas so thank you!! and i hope i did your request well🥹 <3 Btw everything said by Joe about michael’s nose was what michael has stated in a interview!! this was not created by my own saying!!

With his head low, Michael sits in the backseat leather of Bill Bray’s Mercedes Benz. His dark sunglasses are pushed up extra high to cover the purple bruising around his eyes, his nose covered and protected in thick bandages.

“You okay son?”

Bill finally breaks the silence after sitting in it for at least 20 minutes. After driving him home from the medical centre, he'd been parked outside for what was starting to feel like forever. Michael was yet to move from his position and get out of the car.

He nods silently, unable to meet his eyes through the rear view mirror as his fingers continue to fidget with each other on his lap

"Whats on your mind?" Bill tries again softly, feeling deep empathy for the young artist who he sees as his own son.

Michael swallows hard as if trying to wash down his anxiety. After years of feeling insecure, having a low self image all mainly stemming from the bullying he endured from Joseph.

"Big nose"

"Ya aint get that nose and looks from me boy"

"Defo got it from ya mommas side"

Michael cringes inside hearing the replay of memories in his mind, and all the painful things that his father has said to him.

Today after weeks of privately having consultations with doctors and privately making this tough decision. Early this morning before sunrise whilst his family in hayvenhurst were still sound asleep, Michael got in Bills car and drove to get his first ever rhinoplasty done.

He was silent and worried because of guilt. Michael knew that he'd love his new nose and he knew it would take away the years of built up insecurities that he had.

But he wasn’t feeling guilty because he regretted what he did to his nose, he felt guilty because in the process of making this decision, he kept it from the most important person in his life. He kept it from someone who had always tried their hardest to kiss away his insecurities, to comfort and reassure him when his father made fun of him, defend him when his family would tease him.

Michael kept this...from you

"My angel....my angels on my mind Bill, i didnt...i didnt tell her."

The revelation weighs heavy in the car, Michael’s weak eyes lift up behind his dark shades to see Bill’s through the rear view mirror thats trained on the steering wheel as if trying to think of the right thing to say.

"You didn't tell her?" He finally responds

Michael shakes his head swallowing back tears behind his glasses

Bills expression softens seeing how hard he's swallowing, he knows the body language, he knows he's upset. Hes seen this side of Michael many times when hes stormed out of the house into his car after an argument with joseph.

"Look son...what's done is done alright? You put yourself first for once. You did this for you and im proud of ya.”

Michael slowly nods at his father like bodyguards words, finding it hard to sniffle his tears due to his sore nose

"Thanks Bill..im just worried y'know? what if i dont look good anymore?, what if she misses the way i looked before and don't wanna be w'me anymore?"

"Michael, from everything i've seen between the two of you, that girl is smitten. She's in love, anyone can see that."

Bill’s words slightly ease some of his anxiety as he looks out of the window to the outside of his family home.

"If anything, her reaction will prove that to you. If she's the right one and who you think she is, no matter how your appearance looks, she'll stick right by you."

After five minutes of getting reassurance and encouragement from Bill, michael thanks him leaning in to give him a hug that always heals the inner child in him before getting out of the car into his home straight to his bedroom where he locks himself in.

That night, michael tosses and turns in his bed his mine racing with thoughts at what your reaction might be. Would you be angry and break up with him? would you be sad and cry? would you be happy? did you secretly hate his old nose? would you love him more now?

He was supposed to see you tomorrow but now after his mind has come up with all the possibilities of what your reaction could be, how was he supposed to confidently see you? gosh he missed you so much it’s been three weeks since he last saw you due to his busy schedule.

But now that he was on his week off, he remembered he had promised you he’d see you as much as he could.

𓂃⋆.˚

Standing outside on the doorstep of your small apartment, he adjusts his black surgical mask and large sunglasses, he knows you’re gonna be confused and question it since he never visits you covering his face, but he doesn’t have the courage to fully show you the reason yet. He hopes you’ll understand.

With a shaky hand he presses his slender finger against the doorbell and within 5 seconds the door is flung open in excitement

“Mikey!!— why’ve you got that on your face?”

You chuckle but shake your head passing it off as your boyfriends usual silliness as you jump into his arms hugging him tightly

Michael hugs you back with equal tightness wrapping his large arms around you, burying his face into your neck to breathe in your scent through his mask— the only scent that gives him comfort and peace, the only one that removes his daily overthinking.

You truly were his safety blanket.

“Hi baby” He whispers into your neck pressing small kisses through the mask onto your skin

“Oh baby i’ve missed you so much, let me see your face! i wanna kiss you all over.”

You say with a gentle smile that tugs at his heart as you try to lift his mask

His hands immediately shoot up in defence to grab yours before you can start lifting the fabric

Your smile falters as you blink in confusion at the sudden movement from him

“Michael-”

“Cmon on baby, let’s head inside it’s cold out here” He cuts you off as he grabs your hand gently to enter your apartment

“Okay…come in i’ll make your favourite, freshly squeezed orange juice.” You respond still slightly confused by his actions outside but you brush it off - he’s probably just jet lagged you think.

He sits on the stool at the small kitchen island where you are squeezing a large orange through the juicer.

He’s so silent, more silent than usual, by now he would’ve been talking your ears off about his new song ideas, how lovely the weather was or about the random things that pass through that beautiful mind of his

But instead, he’s sitting on the stool drumming his fingers on his jeans, his gaze is focused on the counter top the large sunglasses and face mask is still concealing his face.

He hasn’t even registered the fact that you’ve placed the juice in front of him

“Mikey?” You call out gently

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice which makes your expression turn from concern to worry

“Honey is everything okay?” You ask rounding the counter to stand beside him gently placing a warm soothing palm on his back

“Y-yeah no everything’s fine baby sorry i’m just tired that’s all…thank you for the juice my love.”

He says making no move to lift or take his mask off to drink it and still avoiding even turning his head in your direction

“You look real pretty today angel”

He speaks in attempt to change the topic, in reality it was true you looked gorgeous today in your baby blue sundress. He always loved you in blue.

“Well how would you even know baby you’re only seeing me through them dark large shades” You reply with a soft laugh before reaching your fingers forward to try and take at least his glasses off

At this, michael flinches backwards away from your hands making your own hands flinch back themselves.

“Okay michael what the hell is going on? you’re sitting here in a face mask and massive dark glasses and then you flinch whenever i try to take em off!?” You snap in frustrated concern

Seeing his shoulders shrink slightly, your eyes immediately widen before softening

“i…im sorry mike i didnt mean to raise my voice baby im just- im concerned y’know? You never usually act like this.”

Michael remains quiet, his heart breaking inside at the sound of your concerned voice, other than Bill and his mother, you were the only one who he truly believed cared for him.

He knows he shouldn’t be keeping this from you but he hates worrying you, and this new nose job of his? He knew it was going to worry you to death

“It’s okay baby, don’t apologise i just…” He starts off not knowing what to say

“Just what mike? did something happen to your face? did you get into a fight with jermaine again? i swear if he laid a hand on you i’ll-”

Under his mask he cracks a small smile for the first time in hours at the sound of you defending him. You always did, it was why Joseph disliked you because when you were around? joseph knew better than to try insult him.

Which is why his heart pangs in guilt thinking about how disappointed you’re gonna be in him to find out he listened to his father’s mean words, and actually changed his nose.

“No my love, i didn’t get into a fight i promise.”

“Then why are you hiding your face from me baby?” You frown “Did i do something wrong..?”

Did you do something wrong? he could feel his eyes watering at the sadness of your words. He hated making you sad.

“i missed you so much i haven’t seen you in weeks mikey, i just wanna see your handsome face, kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips.”

“No my angel you did nothing wrong…i did something wrong.”

His words make your worry intensify “Mike..what did you do?”

Knowing he can’t continue to hide it from you and you’re going to find out one way or another, he lifts his shaky hands to the arms of the large sunglasses before taking a deep breath and lowering them

The first thing you notice is his swollen deep purple bruised looking eyes with a thick white bandage between them where his nose rests

You gasp at the sight before reaching forward yourself and eagerly pulling off the black surgical mask, the full nose cast and nasal drip pad finally being revealed to you

He watches as your beautiful face scrunches up in horror and shock, the sight making the tears he was holding in start to roll down his cheeks as he looks away from you in shame

“Mike…”

“i-i know, i know i look hideous- you’re angry and you have every right to be-”

“Baby look at me” You cut off his rambling as he turns his head to you slowly, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he’s arrived

Your eyes water gently reaching your fingertips forward to touch his bandaged nose

“I’m sorry…i shouldn’t have kept this from you” His shaky voice says

Memories of the things he’s told you in the past of how Joseph used to bully him with cruel words to make fun of his nose. The nose you loved so much, the nose you kissed every chance you got just to remind Michael of how beautiful he was.

Your concern turns into anger as you step back “Did Joseph make you do this? i’m going down there right now-”

Just as you were about to head to the front door you’re pulled back into his chest his arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder

“N-no no he didn’t just…please don’t go i need you right now.”

His voice makes your heart shatter, you were concerned, worried and angry all in one. But your boyfriend needed you right now. He needed your comfort.

You turn around pulling him down by the back of his neck into your chest as you hug him tightly rubbing his back soothingly with your warm palm, he relaxes into you letting out all the emotions he’s been holding in

“Shh baby it’s okay…it’s okay baby, i’m not mad i’m just confused and worried my love.”

He nods into your neck gently before lifting his head up to look at you, keeping you close with his hands on your waist as if afraid you’ll pull away

“i…i got a rhinoplasty, yesterday morning.” Michael says, coming clean feeling the physical weight lift off of his chest as he tells you everything

“But…why baby? your nose…your nose was perfect.”

He shakes his head smiling sadly “I know you always loved it but..i didn’t like it. Even though joseph always made fun of me for it, i did this for me and nobody else.”

Despite the concern and sadness you feel at his decision, a flicker of pride fills you at the fact that Michael thought of himself for once. Your boyfriend was always selfless, always putting others and their decisions first even if it harmed him. But for once, he has decided to do something that he wants do.

He watches as you slowly nod in understanding, that’s his girl, this was one of the reasons Michael fell in love with you. You were the only one who he could come to and confess the things that deeply worried him and you’d never judge or make him feel worse, you always showed your utmost support.

“Mike…why didn’t you just tell me?”

His eyes soften seeing your almost hurt expression “I’m sorry angel, i guess i just thought that you wouldn’t like me anymore, or you’d think i was pathetic for doing this.”

You scoff softly “Not like you? think you’re pathetic? michael do you think i’m with you because of your outward appearance?”

He doesn’t know what to say, all the girls he was with in the past were only with him for either his fame, family or his looks. You were the first girl to actually be with him without wanting to gain anything.

“Michael i’m with you because of this.” You say resting your palm over his chest where his heart is currently beating fast

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you go ahead and say this. His anxiety was wrong. Everything his brain had predicted was wrong. He thought you would ran away and leave him for good the minute he showed you his face but right now you’re staring up at him with the same love in your eyes that’s always been there

“I love you Michael. Nose job or not. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Before you can process what happens next, you feel the warmth of Michael’s soft lips on yours as he kisses you with passion cupping the side of your face

You return the kiss with equal measure smiling into it as you caress your thumb against his cheek

When he pulls his lips away he looks down at you with the same handsome smile that makes your insides feel like butterflies

“There he is” You whisper teasingly making him blush shyly “Never be sad again okay angel face? your smile suits you.”

Michael continues to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him— because you were.

“God i love you so much.”

Your face lights up with a smile at his words as you gently kiss his bandaged nose

“I love you more mikey.”

𓂃⋆.˚

Sitting together cozied up on your warm couch together by the fire pit, your cheek rests on his chest listening to his now calm and soothing heartbeat

Michael’s anxiety and worries are now long gone, the most important person to him has accepted his new appearance and that’s all he needs to know you’ve got his back forever. Drawing lazy circles on your back and giving your head gentle kisses, he says

“Angel?”

“Hm baby?” You softly respond as you lift your head up to look at him

He looks back down at you caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently

“You think m’gonna look good with my new nose?”

You sit up properly with a smirk “You’re wondering if you michael freaking jackson my boyfriend will look good with his new nose?”

He groans hiding his face in his hands in shyness “stop it” You giggle getting on top of him straddling him to gently removing his hands from his face

“aht aht, you’ve hid this gorgeous face from me enough today.” you tease leaning down to kiss his lips lovingly before pulling back

“To answer your silly question, baby i think you’d look good even if you had a clown nose on.”

Michael bursts out laughing causing you to have your own laughing fit

“Oh yeah?” He smirks

“Yeah”

“You’d still kiss and give me love hm?”

“Oh i’d give you more than a kiss and love” You reply matching his smirk

Michaels eyes darken at your words

“Come show me then”

With that comment, the rest of the evening and night is spent in sensual romantic passion. And afterwards? Michael made sure to never be insecure again.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Thank you for reading <𝟑 .ᐟ

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‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: Oneshot (requested)

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Warnings: Angst, anxiety, mentions of bullying, insecurity, sfw, suggestive, fluff

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.9k

A/N: I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to the angel that requested this!! i’m so sorry it took me as long as it did to get to your request i literally only noticed it like 2 days ago im blind asf💀 honestly i leaped for joy at this request bc i’ve been running out of fic ideas so thank you!! and i hope i did your request well🥹 <3 Btw everything said by Joe about michael’s nose was what michael has stated in a interview!! this was not created by my own saying!!

With his head low, Michael sits in the backseat leather of Bill Bray’s Mercedes Benz. His dark sunglasses are pushed up extra high to cover the purple bruising around his eyes, his nose covered and protected in thick bandages.

“You okay son?”

Bill finally breaks the silence after sitting in it for at least 20 minutes. After driving him home from the medical centre, he'd been parked outside for what was starting to feel like forever. Michael was yet to move from his position and get out of the car.

He nods silently, unable to meet his eyes through the rear view mirror as his fingers continue to fidget with each other on his lap

"Whats on your mind?" Bill tries again softly, feeling deep empathy for the young artist who he sees as his own son.

Michael swallows hard as if trying to wash down his anxiety. After years of feeling insecure, having a low self image all mainly stemming from the bullying he endured from Joseph.

"Big nose"

"Ya aint get that nose and looks from me boy"

"Defo got it from ya mommas side"

Michael cringes inside hearing the replay of memories in his mind, and all the painful things that his father has said to him.

Today after weeks of privately having consultations with doctors and privately making this tough decision. Early this morning before sunrise whilst his family in hayvenhurst were still sound asleep, Michael got in Bills car and drove to get his first ever rhinoplasty done.

He was silent and worried because of guilt. Michael knew that he'd love his new nose and he knew it would take away the years of built up insecurities that he had.

But he wasn’t feeling guilty because he regretted what he did to his nose, he felt guilty because in the process of making this decision, he kept it from the most important person in his life. He kept it from someone who had always tried their hardest to kiss away his insecurities, to comfort and reassure him when his father made fun of him, defend him when his family would tease him.

Michael kept this...from you

"My angel....my angels on my mind Bill, i didnt...i didnt tell her."

The revelation weighs heavy in the car, Michael’s weak eyes lift up behind his dark shades to see Bill’s through the rear view mirror thats trained on the steering wheel as if trying to think of the right thing to say.

"You didn't tell her?" He finally responds

Michael shakes his head swallowing back tears behind his glasses

Bills expression softens seeing how hard he's swallowing, he knows the body language, he knows he's upset. Hes seen this side of Michael many times when hes stormed out of the house into his car after an argument with joseph.

"Look son...what's done is done alright? You put yourself first for once. You did this for you and im proud of ya.”

Michael slowly nods at his father like bodyguards words, finding it hard to sniffle his tears due to his sore nose

"Thanks Bill..im just worried y'know? what if i dont look good anymore?, what if she misses the way i looked before and don't wanna be w'me anymore?"

"Michael, from everything i've seen between the two of you, that girl is smitten. She's in love, anyone can see that."

Bill’s words slightly ease some of his anxiety as he looks out of the window to the outside of his family home.

"If anything, her reaction will prove that to you. If she's the right one and who you think she is, no matter how your appearance looks, she'll stick right by you."

After five minutes of getting reassurance and encouragement from Bill, michael thanks him leaning in to give him a hug that always heals the inner child in him before getting out of the car into his home straight to his bedroom where he locks himself in.

That night, michael tosses and turns in his bed his mine racing with thoughts at what your reaction might be. Would you be angry and break up with him? would you be sad and cry? would you be happy? did you secretly hate his old nose? would you love him more now?

He was supposed to see you tomorrow but now after his mind has come up with all the possibilities of what your reaction could be, how was he supposed to confidently see you? gosh he missed you so much it’s been three weeks since he last saw you due to his busy schedule.

But now that he was on his week off, he remembered he had promised you he’d see you as much as he could.

𓂃⋆.˚

Standing outside on the doorstep of your small apartment, he adjusts his black surgical mask and large sunglasses, he knows you’re gonna be confused and question it since he never visits you covering his face, but he doesn’t have the courage to fully show you the reason yet. He hopes you’ll understand.

With a shaky hand he presses his slender finger against the doorbell and within 5 seconds the door is flung open in excitement

“Mikey!!— why’ve you got that on your face?”

You chuckle but shake your head passing it off as your boyfriends usual silliness as you jump into his arms hugging him tightly

Michael hugs you back with equal tightness wrapping his large arms around you, burying his face into your neck to breathe in your scent through his mask— the only scent that gives him comfort and peace, the only one that removes his daily overthinking.

You truly were his safety blanket.

“Hi baby” He whispers into your neck pressing small kisses through the mask onto your skin

“Oh baby i’ve missed you so much, let me see your face! i wanna kiss you all over.”

You say with a gentle smile that tugs at his heart as you try to lift his mask

His hands immediately shoot up in defence to grab yours before you can start lifting the fabric

Your smile falters as you blink in confusion at the sudden movement from him

“Michael-”

“Cmon on baby, let’s head inside it’s cold out here” He cuts you off as he grabs your hand gently to enter your apartment

“Okay…come in i’ll make your favourite, freshly squeezed orange juice.” You respond still slightly confused by his actions outside but you brush it off - he’s probably just jet lagged you think.

He sits on the stool at the small kitchen island where you are squeezing a large orange through the juicer.

He’s so silent, more silent than usual, by now he would’ve been talking your ears off about his new song ideas, how lovely the weather was or about the random things that pass through that beautiful mind of his

But instead, he’s sitting on the stool drumming his fingers on his jeans, his gaze is focused on the counter top the large sunglasses and face mask is still concealing his face.

He hasn’t even registered the fact that you’ve placed the juice in front of him

“Mikey?” You call out gently

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice which makes your expression turn from concern to worry

“Honey is everything okay?” You ask rounding the counter to stand beside him gently placing a warm soothing palm on his back

“Y-yeah no everything’s fine baby sorry i’m just tired that’s all…thank you for the juice my love.”

He says making no move to lift or take his mask off to drink it and still avoiding even turning his head in your direction

“You look real pretty today angel”

He speaks in attempt to change the topic, in reality it was true you looked gorgeous today in your baby blue sundress. He always loved you in blue.

“Well how would you even know baby you’re only seeing me through them dark large shades” You reply with a soft laugh before reaching your fingers forward to try and take at least his glasses off

At this, michael flinches backwards away from your hands making your own hands flinch back themselves.

“Okay michael what the hell is going on? you’re sitting here in a face mask and massive dark glasses and then you flinch whenever i try to take em off!?” You snap in frustrated concern

Seeing his shoulders shrink slightly, your eyes immediately widen before softening

“i…im sorry mike i didnt mean to raise my voice baby im just- im concerned y’know? You never usually act like this.”

Michael remains quiet, his heart breaking inside at the sound of your concerned voice, other than Bill and his mother, you were the only one who he truly believed cared for him.

He knows he shouldn’t be keeping this from you but he hates worrying you, and this new nose job of his? He knew it was going to worry you to death

“It’s okay baby, don’t apologise i just…” He starts off not knowing what to say

“Just what mike? did something happen to your face? did you get into a fight with jermaine again? i swear if he laid a hand on you i’ll-”

Under his mask he cracks a small smile for the first time in hours at the sound of you defending him. You always did, it was why Joseph disliked you because when you were around? joseph knew better than to try insult him.

Which is why his heart pangs in guilt thinking about how disappointed you’re gonna be in him to find out he listened to his father’s mean words, and actually changed his nose.

“No my love, i didn’t get into a fight i promise.”

“Then why are you hiding your face from me baby?” You frown “Did i do something wrong..?”

Did you do something wrong? he could feel his eyes watering at the sadness of your words. He hated making you sad.

“i missed you so much i haven’t seen you in weeks mikey, i just wanna see your handsome face, kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips.”

“No my angel you did nothing wrong…i did something wrong.”

His words make your worry intensify “Mike..what did you do?”

Knowing he can’t continue to hide it from you and you’re going to find out one way or another, he lifts his shaky hands to the arms of the large sunglasses before taking a deep breath and lowering them

The first thing you notice is his swollen deep purple bruised looking eyes with a thick white bandage between them where his nose rests

You gasp at the sight before reaching forward yourself and eagerly pulling off the black surgical mask, the full nose cast and nasal drip pad finally being revealed to you

He watches as your beautiful face scrunches up in horror and shock, the sight making the tears he was holding in start to roll down his cheeks as he looks away from you in shame

“Mike…”

“i-i know, i know i look hideous- you’re angry and you have every right to be-”

“Baby look at me” You cut off his rambling as he turns his head to you slowly, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since he’s arrived

Your eyes water gently reaching your fingertips forward to touch his bandaged nose

“I’m sorry…i shouldn’t have kept this from you” His shaky voice says

Memories of the things he’s told you in the past of how Joseph used to bully him with cruel words to make fun of his nose. The nose you loved so much, the nose you kissed every chance you got just to remind Michael of how beautiful he was.

Your concern turns into anger as you step back “Did Joseph make you do this? i’m going down there right now-”

Just as you were about to head to the front door you’re pulled back into his chest his arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder

“N-no no he didn’t just…please don’t go i need you right now.”

His voice makes your heart shatter, you were concerned, worried and angry all in one. But your boyfriend needed you right now. He needed your comfort.

You turn around pulling him down by the back of his neck into your chest as you hug him tightly rubbing his back soothingly with your warm palm, he relaxes into you letting out all the emotions he’s been holding in

“Shh baby it’s okay…it’s okay baby, i’m not mad i’m just confused and worried my love.”

He nods into your neck gently before lifting his head up to look at you, keeping you close with his hands on your waist as if afraid you’ll pull away

“i…i got a rhinoplasty, yesterday morning.” Michael says, coming clean feeling the physical weight lift off of his chest as he tells you everything

“But…why baby? your nose…your nose was perfect.”

He shakes his head smiling sadly “I know you always loved it but..i didn’t like it. Even though joseph always made fun of me for it, i did this for me and nobody else.”

Despite the concern and sadness you feel at his decision, a flicker of pride fills you at the fact that Michael thought of himself for once. Your boyfriend was always selfless, always putting others and their decisions first even if it harmed him. But for once, he has decided to do something that he wants do.

He watches as you slowly nod in understanding, that’s his girl, this was one of the reasons Michael fell in love with you. You were the only one who he could come to and confess the things that deeply worried him and you’d never judge or make him feel worse, you always showed your utmost support.

“Mike…why didn’t you just tell me?”

His eyes soften seeing your almost hurt expression “I’m sorry angel, i guess i just thought that you wouldn’t like me anymore, or you’d think i was pathetic for doing this.”

You scoff softly “Not like you? think you’re pathetic? michael do you think i’m with you because of your outward appearance?”

He doesn’t know what to say, all the girls he was with in the past were only with him for either his fame, family or his looks. You were the first girl to actually be with him without wanting to gain anything.

“Michael i’m with you because of this.” You say resting your palm over his chest where his heart is currently beating fast

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall more in love with you, you go ahead and say this. His anxiety was wrong. Everything his brain had predicted was wrong. He thought you would ran away and leave him for good the minute he showed you his face but right now you’re staring up at him with the same love in your eyes that’s always been there

“I love you Michael. Nose job or not. You’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Before you can process what happens next, you feel the warmth of Michael’s soft lips on yours as he kisses you with passion cupping the side of your face

You return the kiss with equal measure smiling into it as you caress your thumb against his cheek

When he pulls his lips away he looks down at you with the same handsome smile that makes your insides feel like butterflies

“There he is” You whisper teasingly making him blush shyly “Never be sad again okay angel face? your smile suits you.”

Michael continues to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him— because you were.

“God i love you so much.”

Your face lights up with a smile at his words as you gently kiss his bandaged nose

“I love you more mikey.”

𓂃⋆.˚

Sitting together cozied up on your warm couch together by the fire pit, your cheek rests on his chest listening to his now calm and soothing heartbeat

Michael’s anxiety and worries are now long gone, the most important person to him has accepted his new appearance and that’s all he needs to know you’ve got his back forever. Drawing lazy circles on your back and giving your head gentle kisses, he says

“Angel?”

“Hm baby?” You softly respond as you lift your head up to look at him

He looks back down at you caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently

“You think m’gonna look good with my new nose?”

You sit up properly with a smirk “You’re wondering if you michael freaking jackson my boyfriend will look good with his new nose?”

He groans hiding his face in his hands in shyness “stop it” You giggle getting on top of him straddling him to gently removing his hands from his face

“aht aht, you’ve hid this gorgeous face from me enough today.” you tease leaning down to kiss his lips lovingly before pulling back

“To answer your silly question, baby i think you’d look good even if you had a clown nose on.”

Michael bursts out laughing causing you to have your own laughing fit

“Oh yeah?” He smirks

“Yeah”

“You’d still kiss and give me love hm?”

“Oh i’d give you more than a kiss and love” You reply matching his smirk

Michaels eyes darken at your words

“Come show me then”

With that comment, the rest of the evening and night is spent in sensual romantic passion. And afterwards? Michael made sure to never be insecure again.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Thank you for reading <𝟑 .ᐟ

“𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲.”

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! black reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: One shot (potential pt2) - sfw

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.4K words

‎ꫂ᭪݁ A/N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

February 28th 1984

The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.

The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.

You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.

When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.

You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.

You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.

I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.

You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.

Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.

he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.

Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.

You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.

Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.

You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.

Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.

This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.

And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.

This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.

Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.

A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.

Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.

Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.

15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.

"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"

Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.

Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.

"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."

The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.

"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."

Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head

"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.

At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:

"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?

"And the girls in the balcony"

With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.

Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.

But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.

Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.

At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.

𓂃⋆.˚

Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.

However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.

You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.

It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-

Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.

You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.

"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."

That voice

You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more

"You're the girl on the balcony right?"

"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"

You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.

"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."

Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.

“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension

At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"

At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.

"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.

He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."

His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly

"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."

He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."

"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”

Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”

Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up

“You designed this yourself? really?”

“Mhm” you nod

"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."

Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."

You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.

"Thank you, that’s very kind."

"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."

Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.

Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.

"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number

"Whats your name doll?"

You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?

The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again

"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."

You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle

"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"

"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."

His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"

"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.

Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.

He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.

Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.

Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.

Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Let me know if you want a pt2 angels !! <𝟑 .ᐟ

“𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲.”

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! black reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: One shot (potential pt2) - sfw

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.4K words

‎ꫂ᭪݁ A/N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

February 28th 1984

The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.

The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.

You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.

When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.

You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.

You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.

I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.

You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.

Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.

he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.

Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.

You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.

Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.

You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.

Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.

This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.

And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.

This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.

Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.

A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.

Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.

Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.

15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.

"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"

Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.

Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.

"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."

The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.

"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."

Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head

"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.

At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:

"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?

"And the girls in the balcony"

With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.

Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.

But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.

Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.

At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.

𓂃⋆.˚

Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.

However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.

You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.

It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-

Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.

You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.

"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."

That voice

You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more

"You're the girl on the balcony right?"

"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"

You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.

"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."

Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.

“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension

At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"

At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.

"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.

He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."

His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly

"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."

He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."

"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”

Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”

Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up

“You designed this yourself? really?”

“Mhm” you nod

"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."

Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."

You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.

"Thank you, that’s very kind."

"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."

Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.

Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.

"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number

"Whats your name doll?"

You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?

The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again

"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."

You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle

"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"

"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."

His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"

"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.

Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.

He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.

Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.

Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.

Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.

𑣲⋆｡˚

Let me know if you want a pt2 angels !! <𝟑 .ᐟ

“𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲.”

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! black reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: One shot (potential pt2) - sfw

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.4K words

‎ꫂ᭪݁ A/N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

February 28th 1984

The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.

The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.

You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.

When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.

You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.

You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.

I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.

You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.

Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.

he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.

Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.

You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.

Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.

You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.

Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.

This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.

And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.

This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.

Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.

A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.

Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.

Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.

15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.

"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"

Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.

Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.

"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."

The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.

"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."

Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head

"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.

At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:

"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?

"And the girls in the balcony"

With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.

Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.

But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.

Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.

At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.

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Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.

However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.

You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.

It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-

Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.

You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.

"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."

That voice

You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more

"You're the girl on the balcony right?"

"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"

You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.

"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."

Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.

“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension

At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"

At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.

"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.

He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."

His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly

"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."

He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."

"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”

Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”

Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up

“You designed this yourself? really?”

“Mhm” you nod

"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."

Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."

You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.

"Thank you, that’s very kind."

"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."

Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.

Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.

"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number

"Whats your name doll?"

You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?

The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again

"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."

You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle

"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"

"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."

His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"

"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.

Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.

He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.

Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.

Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.

Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.

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‎ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! black reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ Type: One shot (potential pt2) - sfw

‎ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.4K words

‎ꫂ᭪݁ A/N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3

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February 28th 1984

The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.

The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.

You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.

When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.

You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.

You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.

I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.

You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.

Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.

he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.

Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.

You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.

Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.

You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.

Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.

This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.

And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.

This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.

Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.

A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.

Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.

Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.

15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.

"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"

Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.

Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.

"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."

The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.

"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."

Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head

"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.

At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:

"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?

"And the girls in the balcony"

With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.

Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.

But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.

Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.

At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.

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Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.

However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.

You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.

It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-

Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.

You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.

"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."

That voice

You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more

"You're the girl on the balcony right?"

"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"

You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.

"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."

Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.

“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension

At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"

At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.

"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.

He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."

His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly

"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."

He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."

"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”

Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”

Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up

“You designed this yourself? really?”

“Mhm” you nod

"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."

Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."

You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.

"Thank you, that’s very kind."

"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."

Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.

Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.

"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number

"Whats your name doll?"

You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?

The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again

"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."

You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle

"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"

"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."

His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"

"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.

Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.

He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.

Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.

Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.

Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.

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Let me know if you want a pt2 angels !! <𝟑 .ᐟ