otw!michael jackson x f!popstar!reader
synopsis: you take michael up on his offer to work with you in his studio.
this is the part 2 of something i wrote, click here for pt 1!
content: otw!mike (but i can lowkey see this working for any other 80s era), blindfolded make out sesh in the studio YUH!!!, lowkey kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho, reader is shedding her bird tendencies.
notes: inspired by another diana ross song. it's still f diana over here tho. reposted bc frickin tumblr put a content warning over it so i'd appreciate it if y'all could reblog so that it still gets out there!! lowkey not proofread i was too excited to get this one out. thanks for all the love on my last one, hope this was worth the waittt!!!
you were at michael's home studio in his hayvenhurst mansion. the last time you guys saw each other, you were performing at one of the best discotheques in new york, and michael's lips graced your hand, sending bolts down your spine in a way that your boyfriend could not.Â
he invited you to his studio because he wanted to make music with you, and you hesitantly obliged. not because you didn't want to see him or make music with him. you were just scared to fall for him any more than you already have. you found yourself feeling guilty, despite all the stuff your boyfriend put you through. you felt bad not taking into account his feelings, just like how he did with you when he cheated.Â
if this continued, you knew you wouldnât be any better than your boyfriend. you knew you had to start thinking of breaking up with him, that's how serious itâs been. that's how badly you've been craving michael. you thought about him to go to sleep, replaying that kiss in your head, that peck on your cheek. you can't imagine what a kiss on the mouth from him would be like. probably heaven. you appreciated that he took his time, that his kisses were inviting, not expecting. just a gentle sign of how he might feel for you with no obligation for you to feel the same way. the night of the discotheque, you took your boyfriendâs petty advice, and wrote a new song. you wanted to record it with the help of michael.Â
and that's how you ended up at his hayvenhurst doorstep. the door was wide open and michael was leaning on it, practically towering over you. the first thing you noticed-- well, second thing apart from his strikingly beautiful features--- was his scent. it was floral yet musky and it was strong. like he drowned himself in it. you bit back a smile, wondering if that was for you.Â
"i'm glad i came, too," you said, walking into his studio.
"i didn't think you would." michael closed the door and rushed over to pull out a chair for you in front of the soundboard.Â
"i didn't think so either," you touched his arm as a âthank youâ and sat. "inspiration struck, though. my producer sent me a demo a while back and itâs just been collecting dust. but i wrote some lyrics and i wanted to try it out.âÂ
"thatâs nice.â he was standing up, arms resting of the headrest of his swivel chair. "whatâs it soundinâ like?â
âno, silly, the song. you brought the demo?âÂ
âoh yeah. i did. of courseâŚâ you rummaged through your purse until you found it. you handed it to him. your hands brushed with his for a split second, and you tried to hide the effect that it had on you.Â
âwhat kinda artist doesnât label their cassettes?â he teased.Â
"the kind that'll walk out of this studio if you keep testinâ me." he sits down in the empty chair in front of him, smiling at you. â i'm kidding, i'm kidding."Â
"youâre a feisty girl, you know that? i like that about you,â he said as he pushed the cassette into its deck.Â
âhow do you like that about me when weâve only talked a few times?â
he sat in thought, thinking of the right words that wouldnât scare you off. the truth was he knew more about you than he let on. he's asked about you to anyone who was ever within a 2 foot radius of you.
âletâs just say i've wanted youâ i mean, i've wanted to work with you for a while.â you pretended to ignore his slip up.Â
the room became uncomfortably thick. in that moment you realized that you guys were completely alone. there was no one else in the studio, not a producer, mixer, or manager. no safeguard to make sure you wouldnât mess up and do something reckless. and that was dangerous.Â
the music started playing and you snapped out of your thoughts. âuh, i'm kind of parched. do you have something to drink?"Â
"yeah i do, what would you like?"
"some water would be nice."
"water, water, okay," he mumbles to himself as he rolled in his chair to the mini fridge. He returned with a water bottle, orange juice and two glasses. he poured water in a bottle for you, and you watched him pour some orange juice for himself.Â
"i wanted to say thank you again for that night. it was really fun because of you."
"oh, yeah?" he smiled, barely able to keep eye contact with you. "you made my night, too. i was kinda hoping you'd call on me. why did you?"
you took a risk. "i don't know, uhh, i thought you looked really good. you stood out."
he looked up at you for the slightest second and you felt a wave of embarrassment, excitement, and anticipation all at once.
"wow that's really nice... thank you.â him stumbling over his words made you feel sort of powerful.
you kept going. "...and you're a great dancer and singer. there was no other choice really." you took a sip of your water, hiding the smile creeping across your face. you were aware that this was dangerous, that you might be fueling a fire you won't be able to put out later. but in the moment, here alone with michael, you started to like all of the awkwardness and tension between you too. it was the most exciting thing you've felt for years.Â
"so... what's the song about?"Â
"yeah," you moved on as well. you slightly dimmed, feeling as though you made him uncomfortable. the truth was michael was hunched over, with his hands in between his legs, trying to hide the fact that he was unraveling from just your words alone.
you pull out a piece a paper from you purse that had a whole bunch of mess on it: sketches, quotes, words, doodles. the lyrics were somewhere in there.Â
"okay, what am i looking at?" michael scooted a little closer, closing the gap between you two.
"my process." you pointed. "look, these are the main lyrics, essentially. i sent them to my producer this morning, but he doesnât think i could pull off a âsensual songâ . heâs thinking of giving it to marvin, or worse, diana."
you look at michael deeply.
"i donât want diana singing my song, michael. i want it to come from me. it already came from me. and you kind of have that sensual thing down, so i thought you could help me."
"yeah, of course, 'i can't help it' is the most sensual song you've made so far."
"okay, okay, i can try." he stood up, and outstretched his hand. "come get in the booth with me."
you followed him into the recording booth, and there stood a little makeshift room with thick velvety black curtains on all sides except the one facing the rest of the studio.
"Q taught me this. well, kinda."Â he had his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you toward the microphone. you felt him shift behind you, his warmth leaving you for a bit, before it came back. he took a piece of fabric just lying around, suspiciously, and wrapped it around your eyes.
"ow! that's tight, mike."
âsorry, darling." he loosened it a little bit, as you smiled at the pet name.Â
"there, you're all good now. put your headphones on."Â
now that your sight was impaired, all you could do was feel him so close behind you. he told you to breathe in and out deeply, and you did so. he rubbed your shoulders while he spoke.
âQ always tells me to think about the inspiration for the song, and start from there. okay? pretend i'm not here."Â
"hard to do that when you're touching m-"
"shhh shhh shhh," he cooed. "this won't work if you're tense and talking." he liked that you kind of admitted that him touching you was affecting you.Â
his mouth was now about half an inch from your ear.Â
"the demo is looped, so start whenever you want, we'll fix it up later."
you followed his instructions, and began to think about the muse for the song. and it's none other than the man right behind you, caressing your shoulders, making your body feel more sensitive to touch than it actually was. you let out a melodic moan in tune with the song, and another one. and another one. you finally felt the courage to sing:Â
if there's a cure for this/ i don't want it, i don't want it
if there's a cure for this/ i don't want it, don't want it
think about it all the time/ thinking only makes me smile, and say heyâŚ
though you couldn't see it, michael was practically melting at your voice, coated with thick honey, deep and almost to a whisper. it was different from all the other times you sang. you're usually perky and expressive during your vocals, but this was a different avenue for you, a different genre, a different feeling. he liked that he contributed to it.Â
if there's a cure for this/ i don't want it, i don't want it
if there's a remedy/ i'll run from it, from it
think about it all the time/never let it out of my mind, 'cause i love you
your voice heightened to a note you'd never explored and it made michael tingly. made him remember why he loved music. you both started to sway to the demo as you sang. michael slid his hands down from your shoulders to your waist, both hands interlocked and resting on your hips. he was starting to relax into you, and you could tell because his face found the crook of the right side of your neck and rested there, his chest rising and falling deeply on your back.
what you weren't expecting was for him to plant a kiss on your exposed shoulder, and another, and another. he didn't plan this either, it was just the effect you hand on him in the moment. he never had you this close to him, this dependent on him, and he was afraid that he never would again. he's ached for you for many months, praying for any interaction. and now you were in his studio with him and only him.Â
he didn't plan for his kisses to start traveling up your jaw, your ear, and back down your neck. your breath hitched.Â
"mike..." you managed to muster. his hands were now gripping firm on the sides of your torso. he turned you around to face him. the only indication of him being there and soooooooo painstakingly close to you, was the heat of his breath, and the feeling of his chest meeting yours. you tried to take your blindfold off, at least to be able to see him before making that bittersweet mistake of melting into his kiss, but he stopped you. he didnât want you to try and rely on your sight at all. he just wanted you to feel him.
"can i kiss you?" his voice was a deep and raspy mess.
you knew saying yes would change everything. at the very least it would confirm your plans for the next day, which would be breaking up with your boyfriend.
so you nodded, and he put his lips against yours, and you practically collapsed into it. the only sounds in the studio were the demo faintly playing and your lips smacking against each other. when he kissed, he kissed with his whole body, swaying, moving like waves into yours. his hands roamed your body quite desperately, as though he was searching for more of you to grab on to and keep close to him. he didnât want this moment to end, and neither did you. quiet moans escaped your mouth. you could feel him smile through the kiss.
your senses were heightened because of the blindfold. the fact that you had no choice but to feel him and hear him made every kiss, every moan, and every touch feel so tender and meaningful. and it proved that you didn't even have to see him for him to make you feel good. your hands roamed up his arms that were tensed under his sweater. you move up to his hair, pulling at the back of it, that elicits a sweet groan from him.
but suddenly, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him away. you could have sworn you were about to drown in his affection. and if you didnât come back up for air anytime soon, who knew how this would end.Â
you rapidly took off the headphones and the blindfold. through heavy breaths, you say, "i need to do something. thank you for this, but i- i have to go."
through heavier breaths, he replied, "okay. i'll see you out." you searched his pensive expression, hoping that you hadn't upset him. he thought he had scared you off, but once you laughed at the lipgloss all over his lips and wiped it off, he instantly melted into your touch, relaxing. Â
he followed you out the booth, turned off the music, and opened the door for you.Â
"may i ask what you thought about when you were singing in there?"
you smiled, amused by the curious expression on his face. you kissed him on the lips once, a nonverbal answer to his question: you, michael.Â
âwait-what about your demo?â he shouted behind you as you walked deeper into the night. he looked for every excuse to keep you there with him just a little bit longer.
âdonât worry! keep it for me, iâll come back later!â
later. michael held on to your words, smiling at the fact that heâd see you another day.
a/n: I find it so funny that i stole dianaâs song for inspo and the reader doesnât want to give the song to diana like, iâm so tickled. i think i have one more part in me before i'm done with this series. anyway as always requests are open, i'm slow but i'll get to them. the more specific the better!