•Michi•

Here is where I will list all of my stories so it wouldn’t be any back in forth bullshit yeah yeah here you go and. The post with “⋆˚꩜｡” mean mature so MINOR DO NOT ENTER

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⋆ˊˎ-how deep is your love

⋆ˊˎ- the time of my life

⋆ˊˎ- prom

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⋆ˊˎ-so where to next pt.1

⋆ˊˎ-so where to next pt.2

More comeing soon

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So where to next pt.2

So where to next (pt.1)

Y/ns POV

By the time the fourth-period bell finally rang, I practically flew out of my seat. I packed my notebook into my bag with zero coordination, my mind completely checked out of whatever the teacher had been talking about for the last hour. All I could think about was the fact that Michael was waiting for me.

I made it to my locker in record time. When I rounded the corner, there he was, leaning against the metal door with his hands tucked into his pockets. The moment he caught sight of me, his face lit up with that huge, dazzling smile that always made my stomach do backflips.

"Hey," I said, catching my breath as I stopped in front of him. "Look at that, I'm actually on time."

"I'm impressed," Michael teased, taking my bag from me and slinging it over his own shoulder without me even having to ask. It was just a little thing he always did for me, but today, it felt sweeter. "Come on, I snagged our usual spot under the courtyard tree before the lunch rush hit."

As we walked out into the crisp afternoon air, I felt his hand gently slide into mine, his thumb brushing over the back of my knuckles. I looked over at him, feeling a sudden rush of happiness. It was wild how everything had changed in less than twenty-four hours, yet being next to him still felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Michael's POV

I could barely keep myself from smiling as we walked out into the courtyard. Holding her hand out in the open like this felt incredible. For months, I had been holding myself back, always overthinking every look and every laugh, terrified that if I showed how I really felt, I'd lose my best friend. But feeling her fingers intertwined with mine right now? It was the best feeling in the world.

We sat down on the grass under the big oak tree, stretching our legs out. I unpacked the lunch I brought, making sure to hand her the exact snack I knew she loved.

"So," she began, looking at me with those beautiful eyes that always disarmed me. "A real date on Friday. Do I get a hint about where we're going, or is it a total secret?"

I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. I already had the whole evening planned out in my head, but I wanted it to be perfect. "It’s a surprise. But I promise you won't need to dress up like homecoming. Just be comfortable."

"Comfortable I can do," she smiled, leaning her shoulder against mine.

I looked down at her, taking in the quiet moment between us amidst the noise of the crowded courtyard. I knew my brothers were probably going to grill me the second I walked through the door at home, and I knew Janet was going to text her for updates, but right here, right now, it was just the two of us. And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.

Y/ns POV: Friday Night

By 6:30 PM on Friday, my bedroom floor looked like a clothing store exploded. I had changed my outfit at least four times, trying to find that perfect balance between "effortlessly cool" and "I actually tried." I finally settled on a pair of dark-wash jeans, a comfortable cropped sweater, and my favorite sneakers.

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my hair, the house phone buzzed on the wall.

Michael: I’m about to head out. Take your time, no rush.

My stomach did a nervous little flip. I took a deep breath, grabbed my lip gloss, and checked my reflection one last time. It's just Michael, I reminded myself. The same guy who watched you drop an entire tray of nachos in the cafeteria last year. But when I opened the front door and saw him standing by his car, my brain completely forgot how to function. He was wearing a sleek black leather jacket over a simple white tee, and his curls were perfectly styled. When he looked up and saw me, a slow, genuine smile spread across his face.

"Wow," he murmured as I walked down the steps. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up. "You don't look too bad yourself, Jackson."

True to his word and probably following his brothers' strict instructions he stepped forward and opened the passenger door for me with a playful, dramatic bow. "Your chariot awaits, milady."

"Oh, so you were listening to Marlon," I teased, stepping into the car.

Michael laughed, closing the door behind me before jogging around to the driver's side. "Hey, I take my responsibilities very seriously now."

Michael's POv

I turned the radio down to a low hum as we drove out of the neighborhood. Even though I had been confident when I planned this, my hands were actually a little sweaty on the steering wheel. I kept glancing over at her in the passenger seat. She looked incredible, and the scent of her perfume was totally throwing off my concentration.

"Are you ever going to tell me where we're going?" she asked, leaning her head back against the headrest, a amused look on her face. "We've been driving for twenty minutes."

"We're almost there, I promise," I said, turning the car onto a winding, uphill road that led away from the city lights.

A few minutes later, I pulled the car into the gravel turnout of Echo Point. It was a scenic overlook that gave you a view of the entire city skyline, twinkling like a blanket of stars below. Because it was a Friday night, I thought it would be crowded, but luckily, we were the only ones there.

"Michael, this is amazing," she breathed, her eyes wide as she looked out the window.

"Wait, it gets better," I said, unlocking the doors. I hopped out and went straight to the trunk, pulling out a thick wool blanket and a basket I had secretly packed with burgers and fries from our favorite local diner.

We walked over to the edge of the grassy hill, spreading the blanket out. The night air was crisp, but sitting close to her made me forget all about the chill.

"You packed a picnic? At night?" she asked, looking at me with a soft, melty expression that made my heart do a double-take.

"I told you, no dance studios and no homework," I smiled, handing her a wrapped burger. "Just us."

Y/n POV

We sat there for hours, eating cold fries and laughing until our stomachs hurt. The initial awkwardness of it being a "first date" completely dissolved, replaced by the easy comfort we had always shared—only now, there was a underlying warmth that changed everything.

As the wind picked up, I shivered slightly, pulling my sweater sleeves over my hands.

Before I could even say anything, Michael was already sliding his leather jacket off his shoulders. He draped it over me, the warm material smelling faintly of his cologne.

"Better?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Much better. Thanks, Mike." I looked down at the jacket, then back up at him. He was looking at me with so much sincerity it made my breath hitch. Without thinking, I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I felt him stiffen for a split second in surprise, and then he relaxed, wrapping his arm securely around my waist and pulling me closer against his side.

"I was so worried tonight wouldn't be perfect," Michael admitted softly, his chin resting against the top of my head. "I wanted to make sure I did this right."

I shifted slightly so I could look up at his face, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. "Michael, it’s you. Anything we do is perfect."

He smiled, a look of pure relief washing over his face. He leaned down, his hand gently cupping my jawline, and kissed me. It was slow, sweet, and completely different from the rushed excitement of the dance. It felt like a promise.

When he pulled away, he kept his forehead rested against mine. "Yeah," he whispered, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips. "This is definitely better than just being best friends."

Michael's POV: The Drive Back

The drive home was quiet, but it was the best kind of quiet. My hand was resting on the center console, and her fingers were lightly laced through mine. Every time I stopped at a red light, I looked over at her wearing my oversized leather jacket, and I couldn't help but smile.

"What?" she asked, catching me staring at her when we stopped just a few blocks from her house.

"Nothing," I said, squeezing her hand. "Just thinking about how glad I am that I didn't back out of asking you tonight. My brothers would have never let me hear the end of it."

"Well, you can tell them their advice actually worked," she laughed, leaning her head against the headrest. "Especially the part about the car door."

"Oh, definitely not," I chuckled, turning down her street. "If I tell Marlon that, his ego will blow up the entire house."

I pulled up to the curb in front of her house and shifted the car into park. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow across the front lawn. Suddenly, the reality that the date was over kicked in, and I didn't want to leave.

Y/n sPOV

I unbuckled my seatbelt but made no move to actually get out of the car. I looked down at the leather jacket still draped over my shoulders.

"Do you want this back now, or...?" I asked, a playful smile on my face.

"Keep it," Michael said softly, his eyes locked onto mine. "It looks better on you anyway. Plus, it gives me an excuse to come back and see you tomorrow."

My heart did that familiar flutter. I opened the passenger door, and true to form, Michael was already stepping out of his side to walk me up to the front porch. We walked up the wooden steps side by side, our shoulders brushing.

When we reached the front door, I turned around to face him. The cool night air was blowing, but wrapped in his jacket, I felt completely warm.

"Thank you for tonight, Mike. Seriously. It was perfect," I said, looking up at him.

"Thank you for saying yes," he replied, his voice dropping to that gentle, quiet tone he only used when it was just the two of us. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my cheek for a second.

He leaned in, giving me a quick, sweet kiss on the lips that left me completely breathless. "Goodnight," he whispered, a huge grin breaking across his face.

"Goodnight, Michael," I smiled, watching him turn and jog backward down the steps, flashing me a quick wave before hopping back into his car.

Michael's POV

The second I walked through my front door, I knew I wasn't getting a quiet night. The living room television was on, but nobody was actually watching it. Marlon and Jackie were sitting on the floor, and Janet was perched on the arm of the couch.

The moment the door clicked shut, Janet's head snapped up.

"He's back!" she announced loudly.

Within three seconds, Tito and Jermaine appeared from the kitchen. I stood in the entryway, holding my car keys, realizing I was completely cornered.

"Alright, lover boy, let's hear it," Jackie said, crossing his arms with a massive smirk. "Where's your jacket?"

"And why are you smiling like you just won a Grammy?" Marlon added, pointing a finger at me.

I walked past them toward the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying to act casual, but they all followed me like a pack of wolves.

"It went really well," I admitted, pouring the water while keeping my back to them so they wouldn't see how hard I was smiling.

"Did you take her to Echo Point?" Janet asked, leaning against the counter.

"Wait, you took her to the overlook? Smooth, Mike," Jermaine laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “And is that lipgloss??” Janet quickly questioned

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The room had fell silent

"Yeah, and I gave her my jacket……and kissed her some," I said, finally turning around to face them.

The guys all started cheering and making noise, making me laugh and shake my head. Janet just rolled her eyes at them, giving me a supportive, knowing smile. For the first time, the teasing didn't bother me at all. I just leaned against the counter, listening to them, completely happy knowing that when Monday morning rolled around, I'd be walking into school with my best friend as my girlfriend.

So where to next?

The story follows a senior year high school journey that begins on the first day of school. It focuses on the close, long-term bond between y/n and Michael, tracking how your relationship naturally shifts from childhood best friends into something deeper. Enjoy🤍🌹

The first day of school had rolled back around it’s now senior year for me. At Oak Creek High was always chaotic. slamming lockers, squeaking of peoples shoes , and people trying way too hard to look like they hadn't spent the last three months sleeping in and doing nothing.

I walked through the crowded hallway, clutching my class schedule like a shield. Just as i paused to figure out where Room 204 was, a familiar, hand gently tapped my shoulder

"Need a map, or are you just planning on standing there until graduation?"

I turned around to see Michael leaning against the lockers, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He had.he was wearing a white tee and some plain jeans that looked good on him without him even trying to.

"Very funny, Mike,"I laughed, feeling the initial first-day nerves instantly melt away. "I'm just trying to figure out how they managed to put my AP History class on the complete opposite side of the campus from my locker."

"Standard procedure," Michael chuckled, falling into step beside me as i started walking. "They like to make us work for it. Come on, I'll walk you. My first period is right down that hall anyway."

Me and Michael had been inseparable since the seventh grade. Back then, it was all about sharing headphones on the bus, trading snacks at lunch, and talking about his dreams of making music. I had seen him go from a shy kid singing in the talent show to the most talented guy in school, but to me, he was still just good ol Michael the guy who knew exactly how i liked my burgers dressed and how i liked my coffee and could make me laugh with a single look.

But lately, things had started to feel... different.

As the weeks rolled into the fall semester, the casual touches lingered just a little longer. When we sat together on the bleachers during football games, his arm would find its way across the back of my seat. When he practiced his routines in the dance studio after school, i was always there in the front row, cheering the loudest.

"You're going to be huge one day, you know that?" I told him one rainy Tuesday evening, watching him catch his breath after a particularly intense choreography session.

Michael grabbed his water bottle, his eyes locked onto yours through the studio mirror. "I don't care about being huge," he said softly, walking over to sit on the floor right next to me. "I just want to make sure the people who matter most are still riding with me when I get there."

"Always," you promised, your heart doing a sudden, unexpected flip when his fingers lightly brushed against mine.

The real shift happened in mid-November. The gym was decorated in silver and blue streamers, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floorboards. Michael had been swarmed by people most of the night, but the moment a slow song started playing, he managed to slip away from the crowd.

He found me by the punch bowl, offering his hand with a dramatic, old school bow. "May I have this dance, beautiful?"

God i don’t know how that made me feel on jiddy in the stomach, placing your hand in his. "Oh he’s you may."

He led me to the center of the floor. His hands rested gently on my waist, and i rested my arms on his shoulders, the space between us disappearing. The rest of the gym seemed to fade into a blur of background noise.

"You look incredible tonight," Michael murmured, his voice low and genuine. "I've been wanting to tell you that all night."

"Thank you, Mike. You don't look too bad yourself," i teased softly, though my racing pulse gave you away.

Michael stopped swaying for a moment, looking down at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "I'm tired of pretending, you know?"

"Pretending what?" I asked curiously

"Pretending that you're just my best friend," he confessed, his gaze dropping to my lips before meeting my eyes again, full of hope. "It's been you. It's always been you. I think I've been in love with you since the day you shared your lunch with me in middle school."

A wide smile broke across my face, the realization washing over me that the feeling was completely mutual. "Took you long enough to say something," i whispered. Knowing I wouldn’t have to balls to tell him myself

Michael laughed, that pure, infectious sound i loved so much, before leaning down to close the distance between us, turning a years long friendship into the perfect beginning.

The gym began to empty out as the last song faded, the bright overhead lights suddenly clicking on and shattering the homecoming magic. Michael walked you to y/ns ride , his hand completely engulfed in hers, neither of them saying much because the smiles on her faces said it all. After a sweet, lingering goodbye, he walked all the way to his car, his mind spinning.

When Michael walked through his front door, he tried to be quiet, but the house was alive with energy. He didn't even make it past the living room before four pairs of eyes locked onto him.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Jackie teased, leaning against the armchair.

"Did you actually dance, or did you just stand by the punch bowl all night?" Tito joked, throwing a couch pillow at him. Michael caught it effortlessly, a huge grin breaking across his face.

Marlon leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. "Wait a minute. Look at that smile. He did it. Mike, you actually told her, didn't you?"

Michael bit his lip, trying to play it cool, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. "Yeah. I told her."

The room erupted. Jermaine clapped him on the back, and Jackie shook his shoulder. "Man, it’s about time! You've been pining over her since the eighth grade," Jermaine laughed.

"Alright, alright, but now comes the real work," Tito said, suddenly looking serious as the older brother. "You can't just be the best friend anymore. You gotta take her out on a real date. Proper restaurant, open the doors for her treat her like a queen."

"And don't be nervous," Marlon added, puffing out his chest. "Just use that charm. You're Michael Jackson, man! But, you know... don't talk about choreography the whole time."

Michael laughed, sitting down on the arm of the couch, listening to his brothers throw out endless, chaotic dating advice. For the first time, he didn't mind their teasing. He was just glad everything was out in the open.

Meanwhile, back at y/ns house, she had barely kicked off your heels before the house phone started buzzing. I answered to hear a girls voice It was Janet.

"Okay, sooo how did it go TELL ME NOW! I've been staring at the phone for two hours," Janet demanded, leaning close to the mic. "How did it go How did it go How did it gooo!? Did he say anything!?"

She dropped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling with a massive grin. "Janet... he told me he's been in love with me since middle school."

Janet gasped, clapping her hands together. "I knew it! I told you! Oh my gosh, I am so happy right now. Michael has been talking about wanting to tell you for weeks, but he was so terrified he was going to ruin the friendship."

"Really?" She asked, a warm feeling spreading through her chest.

"Yes! He was a total nervous wreck," Janet laughed. "Every time you guys hung out after dance practice, he’d come home and ask me if he was being too obvious. So, what happens now? Is he taking you out this weekend?"

"We haven't planned anything specific yet, it all happened so fast," she admitted, rolling onto her side. "But it just feels right. Like everything clicked."

"It's because you two belong together," Janet said softly, giving you a genuine smile through the screen. "Welcome to the family, officially. Now, tomorrow at school, you have to tell me every single detail from the exact moment he asked you to dance.” (I forgot to mention Janet is gonna be a junior in high school)

The next morning, the hallways of Oak Creek High felt entirely different. The usual first-period rush was still there, but as y/n walked toward her locker, the nervous energy from the day before was completely gone, replaced by a jittery excitement.

Y/n were just hanging up her jacket when she felt a gentle tug on her backpack. She turned around to see Michael standing there, a bright, slightly shy smile on his face.

"Morning," he said, his voice soft amid the hallway chaos.

"Morning," she smiled back, leaning against her locker. "You look like you didn't sleep much."

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "Yeah, well, my brothers kept me up half the night giving me a mountain of advice I didn't ask for. Marlon tried to teach me how to properly open a car door like it’s a science project."

Y/n laughed, picturing the chaos. "Janet did the exact same thing to me. She called me the second I got home and basically demanded a play-by-play of the entire dance."

"Oh, no," Michael groaned playfully, covering his face with his hands. "Please tell me she didn't embarrass me too much."

"Only a little," she teased, reaching out to gently pull his hands away from his face. "She actually told me how nervous you were, which I find incredibly hard to believe."

Michael’s expression softened, and he didn't let go of her hands, his fingers lightly interlocking with hers right there in the middle of the crowded hallway. A few passing students glanced over and whispered, but for the first time, neither of you cared about being low-key.

"I was terrified," Michael admitted genuinely, looking straight into y/ns eyes. "But it was the best decision I ever made. So... to kick off this weekend, are you free Friday night? I want to take you out. A real date. No dance studios, no homework."

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, the transition from best friends to something more feeling smoother than she ever could have imagined. "I would love that, Mike."

The warning bell rang overhead, signaling that you both had two minutes to get to class. Michael leaned in, giving your hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before letting go.

"I'll meet you at your locker right after fourth period for lunch," he promised, backing away toward his classroom with that signature, effortless charm. "Don't be late!"

This is just too cute I might make a pt.2

⋆˚꩜｡ 18+ so this going to be a Michealxblackfreader smut (MINOR DO NOT ENTER) with plot this is not gonna be much it’s just Michael as a dad and like cute stuff I honestly don’t like writing stuff like this with Michael bc this man is real but it’s whatever the 1980 fans were some freaks but yeah and I will also put a (before smut starts warning and when it ends)ENJOYY🤍🤍

The dining room was a chaotic symphony of clinking silverware, loud laughter, and the unmistakable aroma of a massive family feast. The family reunion was in full swing, and every corner of the house was packed with aunts, uncles, and cousins catching up.

You and Michael were sitting side-by-side at one of the long tables. He was had on a bright red button-down shirt, he was so sexy but right now, surrounded by family, he was just Michael.

"So, Michael!" Rebbie called out from across the table, leaning forward with a knowing smile. "We see you two showing up together. Are you finally going to tell the family what's going on between you and Y/N, or are you going to keep making us guess?"

Michael immediately looked down at his plate, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks as a smile tugged at his lips. He nervously cleared his throat, pulling at his collar. "Oh, you know, Rebbie... we're just... we're just really close."

"Oh, 'just really close,' he says!" Jackie chimed in from the end of the table, laughing out loud. "Michael, you're damn near the biggest star in the world right now, but you look at Y/N like they hung the moon. You can't fool us."

Before Michael could answer, Janet leaned over the table, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Forget just dating. You two have been together for a while now. When are we going to hear some wedding bells? Do you guys ever think about having a child and starting a family? I want to be an aunt!"

That did it. Michael hid his face in his hands, giggling softly as his shoulders shook, totally overwhelmed by the sudden interrogation.

Katherine looked over from the head of the table, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Now leave him be, everyone. But Y/N, dear, you can tell me. Have you two talked about kids? Because you know Michael absolutely adores children."

The entire table fell quiet, everyone turning their attention directly to you, eagerly waiting to see how you'd handle the big question.

feeling the heat rise to your face under the collective gaze of the entire Jackson clan. You reached under the table and gently squeezed Michael’s hand, which was still trembling slightly from his giggles.

"Well..," you started, offering a warm smile to Katherine, "we definitely talk about the future. Michael is amazing with kids, so it's definitely something we want down the line. Right now, we're just taking things one step at a time."

"See? One step at a time!" Michael echoed, finally lifting his face from his hands. He looked at you with pure gratitude, as he nodded along. He squeezed your hand back tightly, looking around the table with a sudden burst of playful confidence. "We're happy, and that's what matters. Right, Joseph?"

Joe let out a rare, low chuckle from his spot at the table, nodding approvingly. "As long as you're focused and happy, son. That's what counts."

"Oh, he's focused alright," Tito teased, tossing a bread roll toward Michael, who caught it with a laugh. "Focused on Y/N."

The tension broke, and the table erupted into chatter once more, the interrogation melting back into the comfortable noise of a big family dinner. Michael leaned in close to your ear, his voice a soft, appreciative whisper. "Thank you," he murmured, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "You handled that perfectly."

Michael stood in the softly lit bedroom, the dim glow from the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across his smooth skin. His hair framed his face as he looked at you with those warm, expressive eyes,He reached out, his slender fingers brushing her cheek before pulling her close into a tender embrace.

As the evening began to wind down, the loud laughter and music of the reunion started to soften into a warm, sleepy hum. Michael caught your eye, giving you a subtle, knowing nod that signaled it was time to slip away.

After a round of tight hugs, sweet goodbyes, and a few more teasing remarks from his brothers about your future together, the two of you finally made it out to the car.

The drive back to Michael's estate was quiet, the city lights reflecting off the windows while a soft melody played on the radio. Michael drove with one hand on the wheel and the other tightly laced through yours, his thumb gently rubbing circles over your skin. The playful teasing from his family hadn't left his mind; instead, it had sparked a quiet, simmering energy between you both.

The moment the heavy front doors of the house closed behind you, shutting out the rest of the world, the quiet atmosphere shifted completely. Michael turned to you, pulling you into his arms before you could even take off your coat.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, starting with a soft, lingering kiss that quickly deepened into something much more intense and passionate. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew breathless and urgent, filled with all the unspoken emotion and desire from the evening.

When he finally pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing was heavy. His dark eyes searched yours, completely serious now, the playful shyness from the dinner table completely gone.

"I want this," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and sincere. "A family... with you. I want to build something real, something lasting." His hands moved slowly down y/ns back, sliding under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. He pressed soft kisses along y/ns neck, each one lingering as if savoring the moment.

(Smut🫩.)

Y/ns pov

I felt his body press against mine, the heat building between us as he guided me toward the bed. Michael eased me down onto the sheets, his movements unhurried and loving. He stripped away the both of our clothes piece by piece, revealing my body to his gaze, then shed his own shirt to expose his lean chest. Leaning over me, he kissed my lips deeply, his tongue exploring gently while his hands roamed my sides and hips.

"Let me show you how much I need this," he murmured, positioning his hand between my thighs. His fingers traced my entry, teasing my sensitive folds before sliding one inside, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He watched my face for every reaction, adding another finger as my wetness coated him. Michael lowered his head, his mouth replacing his hand as he licked and sucked at my clit, his tongue flicking in a steady rhythm that made my hips rise to meet him.

When he finally aligned his dick with my entrance, he pushed in slowly, filling me inch by inch until he was buried deep. He held still for a moment, forehead pressed to mines, breathing in sync. Then he began to thrust, each movement smooth and passionate, his hips rolling against mines as he chased that intimate connection. "I want to put a baby in you," he breathed out, his pace quickening just enough to heighten the pleasure without losing the softness. Our bodies moved together, skin sliding on skin, his hands gripping my waist as he drove deeper.

Michael's moans grew a little louder with each thrust, his cock pulsing inside me as he neared his peak. He reached between my legs to rub my clit in circles, pushing me way closer to the edge. When i clenched around him, my orgasm washing over me, he followed right after, spilling his cum deep inside with a low groan. He stayed there, holding me close, his lips brushing my temple as the aftershocks faded.

"This is just the beginning," he said softly, still nestled within me , his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. The desire for a family lingered in the air, warm and full of promise.

(End of smut🤍)

3 years later

Micheal’s pov

Three years had passed since then, and life with y/n had blossomed into something warm and fulfilling. At home, everything felt grounded and sweet. Our little boy, now two years old, toddled around the cozy living room with my dark curls bouncing as he giggled. I knelt on the floor in a simple white tee and jeans, frame relaxed as we played with toy cars, making engine sounds that sent our son into fits of laughter.

Y/n watched from the couch, a soft smile on her lips, as i scooped the boy up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Look at our little prince," he said, his voice full of that familiar warmth. I carried him over to y/n,settling beside her so the three of us could cuddle close. The house smelled like fresh cookies from the batch me and y/n baked together earlier, and sunlight streamed through the windows onto the family photos lining the walls.

My hand found y/ns, fingers intertwining as our son nestled between you both. "This is everything I wanted," she murmured, leaning in to kiss me. The days flowed gently. mornings with breakfast in bed, afternoons at the park pushing the stroller, and quiet evenings where i made more music while our boy drifted off to sleep in his mom’s arms. No grand stages or flashing lights could match the simple joy of building this life together, full of love, laughter, and the family we both dreamed of.

Prom.🤍

TW: kissing…? (Idk people are sensitive)

Micheal and y/n are in seniors in high school they have been very close with each other for years and tonight was the schools prom this means…the end of the school year. Yeah y/n and Micheal see each other out of school but the careers they have are very different and they might not be as close like the used to

(Y/N’s POV)

The hum of the hair dryer finally stopped, leaving a blissful silence in my bedroom. I turned around to face the vanity mirror, taking a moment to just breathe. My skin looked glowing against the lilac purple fabric of my prom dress a color I’d spent weeks hunting down because I knew exactly how stunning it would look against my rich, brown complexion.

"Y/N! The corsage just arrived!" my mom called out from downstairs.

I smiled, smoothing down the satin of my skirt. Michael had texted me earlier saying he was terrified of picking the wrong flowers, but looking at the neat little box on my dresser, he’d done perfectly. White roses with a gold ribbon. Simple, classic, and elegant.

Checking my lip gloss one last time, I grabbed my purse. My heart did a nervous little flip. We had been best friends for about four years, but tonight felt entirely different. Tonight, we were going together. Not just as a safety net, but because when he asked me under the bleachers two weeks ago, his eyes had been dead serious.

I took a deep breath, stepped into my heels, and headed downstairs to wait for the doorbell.

(Michael's POV)

"I can't tie this. Someone needs to chop this tie off, I'm suffocating."

"Michael, stop moving, you're ruining the collar," my brother groaned, swatting my hands away from my neck to fix the crooked knot of my tie.

I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the guy looking back. The rented tuxedo fit well enough, but the sudden reality of the night was hitting me hard. I wasn't worried about the music, or the crowd, or the cheesy decorations in the gym. I was worried about messing up tonight for Y/N.

She deserved the perfect prom. She’d been talking about her dress for months, keeping the design a total secret to "preserve the dramatic effect," as she put it. Every time I thought about walking up to her porch, my hands started sweating again.

"You're good to go. Don't forget the boutonniere," my brother said, patting my shoulder.

I grabbed the small flower box, checked my pocket for my wallet and keys twice, and headed out to the car. The drive to her house felt both like a split second and an absolute eternity.

(Y/N's POV)

The sudden, crisp sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

"I've got it!" I called out quickly, beating my parents to the front hallway. I paused right before the brass doorknob, smoothing my hands over my dress, exhaling the last of my nervous jitters.

I swung the door open.

Michael was standing there, shifting his weight from foot to foot I could tell that he was extremely nervous , he looked so good I'd never ever seen him this handsome before . The standard messy hair he usually went for was neatly styled, and the black tux suited his thin body perfectly. But the second his eyes met mine, all his nervous energy seemed to freeze. He just stared, his mouth opening slightly before he caught himself.

"Wow," he breathed out, his voice a little quieter than usual. "Y/N... you look absolutely incredible."

A warm blush crept up my cheeks, the compliment making my chest swell. "Thank you," I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. "You don't clean up too badly yourself, Michael."

(Michael's POV)

The camera flashes from her parents finally subsided, leaving us free to escape to the car. As I drove toward the venue, the tension in my shoulders completely melted away. Seeing her smile at the door reminded me that it was just Y/N. My favorite person.

When we pulled up to the venue, the bass from the speakers was already vibrating through the pavement. Valet took the car, and I offered Y/N my arm. She looped her hand through it smoothly, the lilac color of her dress catching the bright fairy lights strung up across the entrance.

Walking into the grand ballroom, the flashing strobe lights and the chatter of the senior class surrounded us.

"Ready?" I asked, looking down at her.

Y/N looked around the room, her eyes bright and reflecting the glitter of the dance floor. She looked up at me with a confident smile that made everything else in the room fade into the background.

Jesus she looked so beautiful… “you know y/n..may I talk to you for a moment?”

"Oh of course ," she said.

We walked over to a table booth somewhere located in the back where there were some people but not over crowned with people

….

“Sooooo what do you wanna talk about” she asked snapping me out of my trance.

“Oh um you look very beautiful tonight and I just wanted you to know that I’m very thankful you came here with me” I said. “Thank you Mike i can say the same to you it was really sweet for you to ask me here I love it” she replied. So sweet. So natural and just real.

The faint noise of the dance floor felt like a distant hum from our little booth in the back. Y/N was looking at me, her dark eyes warm and encouraging, resting her chin in her hand. Hearing her say she loved being here with me made my chest beat faster , but in the best way possible.

I swallowed hard, realizing this was the moment. No more hiding behind the "best friend" label…

"I'm glad," I started, my voice a little rough. I cleared my throat and leaned in closer across the table. "But Y/N... it's more than just being thankful you're my date tonight. I've been trying to find the right way to say this for months."

She blinked, tilting her head slightly. The casual smile shifted into something deeper, more attentive. "Michael?"

"When I asked you that day under the bleachers, I wasn't just asking my best friend to prom because it was safe," I said, the words finally tumbling out. "I asked you because you're the only person I wanted to see in a dress like that. You're the only person I want to talk to when I wake up, and the last person I want to see before I go to sleep. I'm completely in love with you, Y/N. I have been for a really long time."

(Y/N's POV)

Oh. my. gosh.

The world completely stopped.

The music, the laughter of our classmates, the flashing lights all of it just evaporated. It was just Michael, sitting across from me, his eyes wide and completely vulnerable. For years, I had secretly wondered what it would feel like to hear him say those words. I had looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if I was the kind of girl he saw a future with, hoping against hope that the unspoken spark between us wasn't just in my head.

Hearing him say it out loud made a wave of pure relief and happiness wash over me.

"Michael," I whispered, reaching across the table to cover his hand with mine. His fingers were slightly trembling, but they immediately wrapped around mine, holding tight. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."

A look of intense relief broke across his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I smiled, a tear almost threatening to slip because my heart was so full. "I love you too. So much."

Michael didn't hesitate. He stood up from the booth and offered me his hand. I took it, stepping out of the booth, and he guided us toward the quiet courtyard just outside the back doors of the ballroom.

(Michael's POV)

The cool night air hit us the second we stepped out onto the terrace. The courtyard was empty, lit only by small lanterns hung from the trees.

I turned to face Y/N, taking both of her hands in mine. her dress seemed to glow under the moonlight, and she looked up at me with so much trust it made me dizzy.

"I mean it, Y/N," I said softly, stepping closer until there was barely any space between us. "This isn't just a high school thing for me. When I think about college, when I think about where I'm going to live, or what I'm doing ten years from now... you're the only constant. I want to build a life with you. I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how amazing you are."

"Michael, stop, you're going to make me cry before we even get a picture," she laughed softly, though her breath hitched. She placed her hands on my chest, right over my racing heart. "But I want that too. Every single bit of it. It's always been you."

I couldn't wait another second. I leaned down, my hand gently cupping her jaw, my thumb brushing against her smooth cheek. When our lips met, everything finally clicked into place. The kiss was slow, sweet, and filled with all the years of friendship that had naturally grown into something unbreakable.

When I finally pulled back, Y/N was radiant, a gorgeous smile on her face as she rested her forehead against mine.

"Best prom ever," she murmured.

"We haven't even danced yet," I whispered back, leaning in to kiss her again.

The time out our life.

It was 1979, the height of the Micheal separating from the Jackson 5, and y/n and her best friends had managed to snag front row tickets to see the one and only Michael Jackson.

Y/n looked down at her outfit a sleek, emerald green

Mid thigh Length dress that complemented your rich skin perfectly, paired with her hair defined in nice beautiful curls. Her friends were busy applied last-minute lip gloss and jumping up and down, but y/n her heart was hammering to escape her body for a different reason. Y/n had been a fan for years, but seeing him this close felt surreal.

“ARE YALL READYYYY” ally said fixing up her top half

“Yes-

“ I CANT WAIT HE IS GOING TO BE RIGHT THERE I JUST WAS UHGGG-“

“OKAYYY- nessa calm down” y/n said finally speaking up

“ I’ll go start the car” Tamia yelled out and made her way out the house

In the car

“KEEP ON WITH THE FORCES DONT STOP TILL YOU GET ENOUGH”

….

“IM MELTINGGGGG LIKE HOT CANDLE WAX”

The girls all sang while Tamia drove to the destination

The girls pulled up finally and made their way through the security and also the ticket checking they made their way to the audiunce area

Suddenly, a blinding spotlight hit the center of the stage.

There he was.

Michael stood under the beam, rocking a signature sequined vest that caught every drop of light, black dress pants, and loafers. The opening, was just perfect the bassline of "Rock with You" began to thud through the speakers, vibrating through the whole place. The crowd went absolutely wild.

Michael moved with an effortless, fluid grace that didn't even seem human. He moved so gracefully across the stage, his vocals just so so pretty and smooth. As he sang, his eyes scanned the front rows, flashing that brilliant, beautiful smile that could make a girl melt on the spot.

Y/n singing along to every word, completely lost in the music, when the unexpected happened.

During the second verse, Michael danced his way down to the edge of the stage, right in front of her section. As he sang the lyrics, "Close your eyes Let that rhythm get into you," his gaze locked directly onto her.

Time seemed to completely stop. Y/n’s friends gasped and nudged her, but she were frozen. Michael held eye contact, offering a warm, genuine smile that felt like it was meant only for her. He did a quick, sharp spin, pointing right at you before floating back to the center of the stage to finish the chorus.

Y/ns pov

God this is so amazing, this is most definitely the peak of my night.

I look over to ally Tamia and nessa they were just eyes glued to Micheal I don’t blame them he is one fine man

A few songs later, the music slowed down. One of Michael’s stage managers began walking along the front barricade, scanning the crowd. He stopped right in front of me, whispered something to the security guard, and nodded in your direction.

"Hey," the manager said, leaning over the barrier to speak over the roar of the crowd.

"Michael noticed you from the stage. How would you like to come backstage after the show for a quick meet-and-greet?"

Nessa and the rest of the girls let out a synchronized shriek of excitement, grabbing my arms. I was so nervous at the moment and could barely breathe, looking from the manager back to the stage where Michael was effortlessly executing moves.

ABSOFUCKINGLUTLY is what u really wanted to say but I accept with a polite yes and nod

"Yes," I finally managed to breathe out, a huge smile breaking across my face. "Absolutely, yes."

The manager handed you a glittering VIP pass. For the rest of the night, i danced and sang until my throat was hoarse, knowing that the real magic was going to happen once the curtains closed.

After the final encore, the lights came up, and the arena was filled with the hum of thousands maybe more making their way to the exits. A security guard guided me, Tessa,Tamia and Ally past the barricades and through a set of heavy double doors leading into the quiet, carpeted hallways of the backstage area.

My heart was pounding so hard “I’m so scared Omg”I mouthed to them. I smoothed down my jumpsuit and dress and made sure my hair looked normal because it was extremely hot in there luckily passing by I seen a window I looked in the reflection of a passing window, trying to calm my nerves.

The guard stopped outside a dressing room door that had a gold star taped to it. He knocked softly, and a gentle voice from inside called out, "Come in."

When the door opened, the room was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and stage makeup. Michael was sitting on a sofa, having already changed out of his stage vest into a comfortable, oversized red button-down shirt. As soon as I walked in, he stood up, a warm and incredibly polite smile spreading across his face.

"Hi, thanks for coming back," Michael said, his voice soft and comforting, a total contrast to the powerhouse energy he had just shown on stage.

"Thank you for having us," i said, finding my voice. "The show was absolutely incredible."

"You really think so?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with genuine curiosity. "I'm so glad. From the stage, I just saw you dancing and having the best time, and your energy was just beautiful. I told my manager I had to say hello."

I saw Ally and the rest practically vibrating with excitement, taking turns telling him their favorite parts of the concert. Michael listened intently to every word, laughing softly and thanking them. But every few moments, his eyes would drift back to me…?

Appreciating how the backstage lights caught the warmth of your skin and the style of your outfit.

Before i got the chance to leave, Michael grabbed a couple of concert programs from a nearby table. "Let me sign these for you guys," he said. He signed one for each of my friends, and then stepped closer to me with the last one.

I could smell his warm cologne and I noticed every small detail I could on him he was so handsome. I eventually stoped the looking before he caught me

As he handed it to me, his fingers brushed against mine. "It was really special meeting you," he whispered, looking directly into my eyes. "Keep dancing."

What is going on this man is putting spells on me right now

I managed a smile and a thank you as we all left to go back out toward the exit. Clutching the signed program to my chest, i walked out into the cool night air with Tamia and the rest, knowing it was a night i would absolutely never forget.

The cool night air hit my face the moment we walked out of the backstage exit, but I was still burning up from everything that had just happened. I couldn't stop looking down at the glossy concert program clutched tightly in my hands, my thumb gently tracing over the bold, loopy signature Michael had written just minutes before.

"I cannot believe that actually just happened!" Tamia shrieked, grabbing my arm and shaking it as we walked toward the parking lot. "Y/N, Michael Jackson literally looked at you, pointed at you, and then invited us backstage!"

"My heart is still beating so fast, I think I'm going to pass out," Nessa said, fanning herself with her own signed program. She leaned over, looking at my outfit. "That green dress was definitely the good luck charm tonight. You looked amazing, and he clearly noticed."

Ally was practically skipping ahead of us, turning around to face the group backward. "Did you see the way he smiled when he was talking to you, though? He was being nice to all of us, but he was looking at you, Y/N. You were totally glowing under those backstage lights."

I laughed, a mix of pure adrenaline and disbelief bubbling up in my chest. "Honestly, yall, I feel like I am dreaming this can not be real . “When he touched my hand to give me the program, I forgot how to breathe for a second."

We finally reached the car, the chatter and laughter of the dispersing concert crowd fading into the background. As Tamia unlocked the doors, we all piled in, the energy inside the car just as high as it was inside the stadium.

Leaning my head back against the seat as Ally started the engine, I looked out the window at the glowing arena lights fading in the rearview mirror. I carefully placed the autograph in my lap, feeling the texture of the paper, still unable to wrap my head around the fact that tonight had actually been real.

how deep is your love🤍

Michael and y/n go on a movie date as “friends” and learn things about each other

TW: kissing and teasing

Have fun🤍

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to set below the horizon, with a warm, golden glow over the Jackson family home. Inside, the house was its usual chaotic, lively self.

You were sitting on the living room couch, nervously smoothing down your outfit. Tonight was the night.

You and Michael had been best friends for what felt like forever, but lately, something had shifted. The lingering glances, the accidental hand brushes, the way he laughed just a little softer when it was just the two of us it all pointed to something more. Tonight, he had asked you out to the drive-in movie. A "hangout," he called it, but the butterflies in your stomach begged to differ.

"Y/N! You're here!"

Y/n’s POV🤍

I looked up to see Marlon leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous smirk plastered across his face. Before Icould answer, Jackie and Randy strolled in behind him.

"Waiting for “friend” ?" Jackie teased, nudging Marlon with his elbow. "He's been upstairs changing his outfit for the past two hours. I think he's tried on five different outfits by now."

"Shut up, look y'all, he's coming downstairs," Randy whispered loudly, giggling.

I bit my lip out of habit and out of being a bit nervous, I felt me skin heating up as Michael descended the stairs. He looked incredible…quintessential, I look deeply at almost every feature of what he had on.

A button-down, dark trousers, and his beautiful Afro which was always styled to perfection. It was obvious that he was nervous but in my eyes he was looking incredible so cute. As always, his eyes darting from his brothers to me.

"Hey, Y/N," He said softly, his voice a gentle melody. He offered a timid smile, his cheeks flushing a faint dusty rose. "You look... really beautiful."

"Step it up, Mike! Hold her hand or something!" Marlon hollered from the couch.

"Leave him alone, he's sweating through his shirt!" Jackie laughed, throwing a couch pillow at Marlon.

"Y'all stop it!" Michael shot back, his voice pitching higher in embarrassment as he hid his face in his hands. He looked over at me, his eyes wide and apologetic that look gets me all the time. "Don't listen to them”. I said trying to comfort Michael “They don't know what they're talking about. Come on, let's get out of here before they embarrass you any more." Micheal said clearly pissed and embarrassed

I laughed, the tension breaking as i stood up. "Lead the way, Mike."

Micheal’s POV❤️

As me and y/n both walked out to the car, I could still hear my brothers cheering and whistling from the front window. I quickly unlocked the passenger door for y/n, holding it open with a chivalrous bow before running around to the driver's side.

Getting in I started the engine, there was a comfortable, slightly nervous silence settled over the car. gripping the steering wheel, I didn’t even notice I was gripping so hard knuckles a bit white, i took slight glanced over at her and let out a soft, breathy chuckle.

"I am so sorry about them," I murmured, adjusting the rearview mirror just to have something to do with my hands I was a nervous wreck. "They've been teasing me all week."

"All week?" She asked, a small smile tugging at her lips. "So you've been planning this hangout for that long?" She asked me in a some what tease

My eyes widened slightly, from the sudden questions ion caught in the act. "Well... yeah. I wanted it to be perfect. Because... well, it's not just a regular hangout to me, Y/N. If that's okay with you."

My heart was pounding at this point"I don't want it to be a regular hangout either, Michael."

I smiled it wasn’t a normal smile it was the biggest one I’ve ever had yet it had just broke across my face. The nervousness seemed to melt away, replaced by a sweet, genuine warmth. I reached across the center console, my fingers hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently threading them through y/ns. Her hand.

warm.

Soft.

Comfortable.

"Good," I whispered, i locked onto y/ns eyes as I began to pull the car out of the driveway. "Then it's a date."

Narrators pov

The drive to the outdoor theater was filled with the sounds of the radio playing soft music and the two of them talking about everything and nothing. By the time Michael parked the car in a prime spot facing the massive screen, the stars were beginning to twinkle overhead.

Instead of watching the movie, though, y/n found herself looking at him. And every time she looked, he was already looking, quickly turning his head away with a shy, adorable giggle when he got caught.

"Michael," y/n said softly, leaning closer to him across the seats.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning his head back, his face only inches from yours now.

"You're doing that thing where you look away."

"I can't help it," he admitted, his voice dropping to a gentle, breathless whisper. He reached up, his fingers lightly brushing a stray of hair out of your face, his touch sent shivers down y/ns spine. "You're just so pretty. I've wanted to tell you how I feel for so long, but I was always too scared I'd ruin our friendship."

"You could never ruin it," y/b replied, leaning into his touch. "I've been feeling the exact same way."

Michael’s smile returned, softer this time, filled with pure happiness. He leaned in just a little further, closing the distance between you, and squeezed your hand tight.

"I'm really glad I asked you out tonight," he whispered, right before the movie finally started, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes.

The movie hummed in the background, a collage of flickering lights and distant cinematic dialogue that neither of them were truly paying attention to. The space inside the car felt small, intimate, and entirely filled with the warmth of Michael's presence.

His hand was still holding yours, his thumb gently tracing small, soothing circles against the back of your knuckles. Every brush of his skin sent a quiet thrill through y/n, making the rest of the world fade away.

"You know," Michael whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. He turned his head to look at y/n, the colorful lights from the screen dancing across the contours of his face and reflecting in his wide, bright eyes. "My heart is beating so fast right now. I'm worried you can hear it."

Y/n smiled, leaning her shoulder against the passenger door to face him fully. "I think mine is trying to match yours, Mike. I've been waiting for a night like this for a long time."

A shy, breathless giggle escaped his lips, and he looked down for a brief second, his hair casting a soft shadow over his brow. When he looked back up, the playful nervousness had softened into something incredibly tender. He slowly released your hand, only to bring his arm up, resting it along the back of her seat.

The faint, clean scent of Micheals cologne and the soft rhythm of his breathing.

"Me too," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, velvety tone that always made your heart skip a beat. "Every time I wrote a song lately, or thought about a beautiful lyric... I was thinking about you. I just didn't know how to say it without getting all tongue tied."

"You're doing pretty well right now," y/n teased softly, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Michael’s smile was beautiful , but it slowly faded into an expression of pure devotion. His gaze drifted down to y/ns lips for a split second before rising back to meet her eyes, silently asking for permission. The sheer sweetness of the moment made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.

Slowly, deliberately, Michael leaned in closer. The hand resting behind your seat moved forward, his long, slender fingers gently cupping the side of your jaw. His touch was as light as a feather, yet it sent a jolt of electricity straight through her.

"Can I...?" he breathed, the question barely

Y/n didn't answer with words. Instead, she closed the remaining distance, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned in toward him.

The kiss was soft and sweet it lasted about 4 seconds the two of them parted before going back in for more the kiss was deeper this time and full of want and need.

Eventually they parted, both of them were breathless, a pair of matching, giddy smiles breaking across her and his faces in the dim light of the car. Michael’s cheeks were flushed a deep, warm color, and he let out another one of his signature, soft giggles, burying his face in y/ns shoulder for a brief second to hide his overwhelming shyness.

"Wow," he whispered against your jacket, before lifting his head to look at her again, his eyes wide and shining with happiness. "Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing that."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," y/n teased softly, reaching up to gently adjust the collar of his button-down shirt.

The initial nervousness that had hung over the evening completely melted away, replaced by a deep, comfortable warmth. Michael leaned his forehead against hers,his hands coming to rest gently on her waist. He looked at y/n with so much affection it made y/n heart ache in the best way possible.

For the rest of the night, the movie on the big screen was completely forgotten. The two of them stayed wrapped up in their own little world, talking in quiet whispers, sharing secrets, and holding hands across the console. Every now and then, Michael would lean over to steal another quick, sweet kiss, each one filled with the promise of a friendship that had beautifully blossomed into something more.