#michaelchie

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀˙ "baby, stay still f'me!" michael laughed, putting the pencil and sketchbook down. you couldn't help but laugh as well, rasing your hands to cover your face.

"i can't! i feel too shy." you pout your lips, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the task your boyfriend determinedly wanted to complete. it wasn't him making you uncomfortable, but the thought of him looking at you so intensely to get every detail right that did.

he tsked. "it's just me, baby." michael gently reminded, slouching down to meet your gaze. "there ain't nothing to be shy or embarrassed about."

the contactless gesture made you feel way too hot, butterflies fluttering around crazily in your stomach, and heat creeping up your neck to your face. he always made it impossibly hard to keep your composure neutral.

"that's the problem, bubba, you're too focused on me and no one else."

your boyfriend smiled. "i'm always too focused on you, this time i get to use it for greater use." he teased before fixing his posture, taking your hands within his and fixing your form.

"now please, baby, stay still. i'm almost done anyways, promise." he truthfully tells you, his big bambi eyes pleading you to let him finish. and you can't help but cave as always.

"just... hurry, bubba, my heart's ready to beat outta my chest." you admit in a shy murmur.

as if michael's love for you couldn't grow impossibly more, you just had to let those pretty words fall out of your mouth. your transparency over the way he makes you feel was a constant topic that made everyone (including michael himself) tease you for.

but you couldn't help it, the love bug bit you hard. the feeling was very mutual, michael just had a way of keeping the obvious at bay around his ruthless siblings.

hastily his sketchbook and pencil were back in his hands, he took a nice long look at you before focusing on making the definition of your coils evident on the paper. your heart was in fact beating rapidly against your ribcage, while your face grew way too warm. it was entirely too easy to fall apart around him.

"you're giving me that look again." you had finally broke the silence between you two, much to his dismay as you moved along your words.

he groaned lightly. "baby, you gotta quit movin'." he reminded you for the... who's counting at this point. he was onto the final touches, the ones were he focused on the faint wrinkle on your forehead, the little blemish scars that were too stubborn to disappear, to the shadowing above your lip were your cupids bow dipped. "what look 're you even talkin' about?"

you pause, noticeably, before you erupt in giggles. "like, i dunno. like i'm some enchanting being and it gets me all nervous and fidgety." you say, playing with your finger much too embarrassed to look at him. "can't we be done already, my butt's starting to hurt from sitting on this chair too."

you both laugh before michael ultimately decides to wrap up his artistry. “alright, we can finish, but don’t go getting upset that i ‘didn’t get this or didn’t get that’! my model kept movin’.” he warned.

“just show me the darn thing, bubba, i’m impatient.” you urge him on, excitement replacing your once completely abashed emotion.

reluctantly he handed over the pad, taking in your expression with hopeful eyes. it was beautiful to say the least, michael had somehow managed to capture the biggest of details down to the smallest. the coils of your hair, obviously not all there but the illusion that they were evident, the dip of your nose bridge, the plump of your cheeks, the attention to detail of your eyebrows, it was all perfectly laid out on a pad of paper.

“michael, i don’t think singin’ is the only thing you should be known for, this is amazing, baby.” you complimented, unable to take your eyes off.. yourself.

michael brushed off your praise. “it’s good, but it’s not perfect like that.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “and what’s ‘like that’? don’t doubt yourself, baby. you’re like the most talented man out there.” you strictly stated, having no room for his self doubts. carefully but determinedly reminding himself that he’s much more than he himself thinks he is.

michael looks at you for a moment before pressing his lips onto yours, the gesture short but you could feel the warmth in it. “you’re too good to me.” he hums into your warmth.

"Where's Michael?" Marlon questioned, his head moving left before briefly turning right just to still see no sight of his younger brother. Tito huffed an amused chuckle, already knowing where the teenager went.

"You know he's out wanderin' around, doing his little exploring."

And that he was, and honestly you couldn't really blame him. it was his nature, he loved looking around finding things his brothers or anyone else for that matter wouldn't have noticed, he was just curious of those and objects around him.

Making a sharp unexpected left his body plummeting with what felt like another before collapsing down onto the ground hard with a grunt. The other opposite of him groaned with a hiss, gently massaging their newly aching back, not that Michael had even seen too busy tending to his (admittedly barley) aching shoulder, definitely being dramatic for the fun of it.

"I'm so sorry," A lightly annoyed, but beautifully feminine it had him whipping his head towards her direction. "I can never watch where I'm going, especially when I'm late." You mumbled the last part that annoyance still lingering in your tone.

But Michael didn't hear it, barely even hear a ward you said at all, too stunned by your beauty. The beautiful curls that coiled around your head sculpting your rounded face so perfectly, like every curl was placed there perfectly to do so, which it probably was anyway. The golden bronze of your skin looking so smooth from your face down to your bare legs displayed by the knee length skirt you wore, your perfectly glossed lips, with a brown lip liner carefully drawn on the outer edge of your lips. And when you finally looked up with your dark brown eyes and wispy black lashes and caught his eyes he thought he was a gone man.

'oh, my...'

"Can you give me a hand, please?" You softly asked, your voice now more gentle and polite, ridden of any sign of irritation you previously had. You held her hand out, holding it there for longer than you expected, watching as he stared at you silently, struck dumb, but you didn't register that.

Finally he jumped out of his daze quickly lending a hand and swiftly pulling you up, making you stumble with how fast he did it. He winced, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to pull like that."

You shrugged tugging down the skirt you wore, seemingly not noticing him spellbound again. Michael has seen thousands of women and girls-cute, pretty, beautiful enough to have him more shy then he already is, but none of them had him ever losing breath over a simple glance, let alone their voice the way yours did.

"'s alright, didn't hurt anyway, just lil' surprised." You looked back up locking eyes with him and Michael felt his heart practically beating out of his chest, and honestly he wouldn't be surprised at all if you could hear it. But instead you gave him a soft smile, your plump lips parting showing off your teeth, so perfect they made you even prettier.

"I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N." You introduced, holding your hand out again this time for a handshake. You should've been gone by now but you couldn't help but stay in the presence of such a cute boy, especially when that cute boy is Michael Jackson.

'Pretty name, pretty face' Michael thought, giving her his hand. The handshake was fast and simple but the both of them unintentionally let their fingers linger within the others' palm, enjoying the warmth and the little but obvious spark that jolted them both.

Their eyes flickered back to each others' while shy smiles dared to make appearances, especially on yours. The moment lasted too short when a familiar voice cut through.

"Miss L/N, we were expecting you seven minutes ago." Mrs. Ivy's voice spoke, stern but not in an intimidating way luckily. You quickly pulled your hand away from the other teens, much to Michael's dismay.

You paused, flustered but mixed in with some embarrassment painted your face, your cutely plush cheeks growing hot but luckily not visible. "Sorry, Mrs. Ivy, Michael was just helping out, I bumped into him." You explained to the redheaded woman before turning to Michael rushed, "Sorry about that, Michael, thanks again." You murmured quickly before walking away rather fast.

Before you enter the room that could only be one of dozens of studios you turned around and very wide smile decorating your face. "Good luck on the new album." You wished before disappearing.

Michael stood in silence for a moment, right before breaking out into a shy smile, his own cheeks warming up like the girl who was once across from him did. "She knows who I am." He said shyly, yet his walk back to his brother was nothing but confidence despite his face being an embarrassing flustered mess.

As the more times they’d see each other around, the more they’d start intentionally lingering around knowing the other would be there sooner than later.

“Aye, your girl’s outside waiting for you.” Tito teased, making the other boys laugh at how flustered Michael looked.

“Shut up, she’s not my girl.” He tried to sound normal about it, but that didn’t stop his brothers from laughing harder. “But you want ‘er to be don’t cha’!” Jackie howled out earning eye roll from the younger who hurriedly started walking towards the door.

“Shut up, Jackie.”

The second she heard the door open you perked up immediately, your gorgeous smile front and center. “Hi, Mike!” You greeted, hands behind your back once he looked out you.

“H-hi, Y/N.” Michael greeted back shyly, and embarrassed hoping that you didn’t hear his brothers. They might’ve been right but you didn’t need to know that. Not yet at least.

Quickly their conversation jumped from one thing to another, they talked about anything they could while they had a twenty minute break to rest their voices, which they clearly didn’t. This was something you enjoyed about Michael, he always seemed engaged in whatever it was you were saying, even if it was complete nonsense and you were just rambling for no absolute reason.

Sometimes it felt like people listened but never heard anything you actually said, so lately you've been keeping quiet, until Michael truthfully told you he enjoyed you talking, your ideas, your opinions, your thoughts, even when you were sure sometimes things didn’t come out in the way the sentence should’ve.

It wasn’t long until Michael started inviting you to his home in Encino, with the September temperature warm with a nice breeze during night, the kind of weather that had them sitting close together on one of the white benches in front of the large home. Continuously talking to each other about anything and everything.

And that’s when Hayvenhurst become a second home to you, the Jackson kids welcomed you with open arms, sometimes even questioning Michael to why you weren’t around, your presence so known within the house it became missed by the girls of the family.

Spring's were spent picking flowers together far out into the garden, Michael watching as you carefully made flower crowns, only to pull back when you lifted your arms trying to place it only his perfectly picked afro. “Wait, no, you wear it. It’ll look better on you.” He’d protested but you quickly shook your head.

“Nonsense, you’ll look real angelic. Like an angel.” you'd thoughtfully say, lifting your arms again and this time Michael let you, because no matter what he’d let you do anything.

In the summer the house probably was seen by you most… well really outside as you cannonballed into their huge pool followed by Randy and Janet shortly after. The trio giggling as Michael came back out from within the house.

“Hey, Y/N, I got that lemonade you asked for.” He said, blocking the sun with the hand that wasn’t holding the cold glass.

You waved him off, “Sorry, can’t have it right now, swimmin’ with the kids.” You casually say, laughing as Janet tackled Randy’s back. “Careful!” You warned gently your smile still evident but the dip in your eyebrows showed that slight concern, all while Michael watched with something unfamiliar settling within him.

He brushed it off though, he was used to feeling odd things when around you. “You sure, ‘ts gonna melt by the time you get out.” He teasingly stated, giving you a knowing smile.

His best friend groaned, playfully shooting him her dagger eyes “You’re such a party pooper, Mikey.” You'd joke, but nonetheless swam over to get out of the pool.

Janet wiggled her eyebrows at Randy, a teasing expression on her face. “Hey, Mikey, can you get me some lemonade too?” She asked with a faux pout and all. Michael shot her a warning look, making the two in the pool laugh at how smitten their brother was for the superstar.

When you finally reached him Michael quickly held out the glass, trying to hid his flustered face, he tried really hard to think right, but he couldn’t help but think about how his friend looked so beautiful in her skin tight semi cheeky one piece swimsuit. “Thank you, Mikey, you’re the bestest.” You grin, taking the glass within your grip, not failing to graze fingers with his.

When fall came around the two climbed trees together, hiding from the rest of the family, if Michael had to name any names it’d be Latoya and Janet, they seemed to favorite you just as much as he did.

“I cannot believe you do this on a regular basis.” You huffed, feeling your limbs burning from the climb, something you definitely didn’t do during your free time.

Michael shrugged. “I like it, gets me away from the real world for a little bit.” You nodded, getting comfortable on the wood before looking over at him.

“So, what’cha got for today?” You asked referring to the notebook placed off centered in his lap.

He looked down, somehow already completely forgetting about the thin-ish book he carried up the tree. “Oh… um, couple songs and some drawings.” He shyly admitted.

You couldn’t help but smile, you enjoyed seeing him so shy and flustered, not in a cruel way, but you just thought he looked so cute. And completely different from when he’s up on stage performing those dances in front of all those screaming girls. “What kind of songs? Can I take a peak?”

He stopped smiling, his heart stopping at the thought of you reading his undone songs, the songs he wrote mindlessly on nights when he couldn’t sleep from thinking about you. The girl across from him noticed, confused but as well as concerned.

“I won’t steal them if that’s what you’re concerned about. I mean I’m sure they’d be great enough to but I wouldn’t-“ You began to ramble an annoying habit of yours, minus to Michael of course.

“It’s not that,” He shook his head slightly. “Just um..” He hesitated, flipping through the book. “Not ready yet, y’know?” He half lied.

You nodded understandingly. “Oh, okay. Sorry I rambled there for a second. I keep trying to stop myself but… it’s hard.” You say a little disappointingly.

“Hey, don’t do that.” Michael cut, his voice very gentle but serious. “I told you you don’t have to be embarrassed by you talking, at all. I like when you speak your mind out, remember?”

You felt the heat throughout your body, now it was your turn to smile shyly. You liked when he told you things he liked about you.

“Right..” You awkwardly nodded.

And the winters might’ve been the best. The nights were planned, practically replicas, the two of them sharing Michael’s bed, sharing a nice thick warm blanket as the two sat so close together, the closest they’d probably ever been together in one sitting. A bowl of popcorn in between them while either “Peter Pan” played on the television-per Michael’s request-or “101 Dalmatians”-per your request. Sometimes you'd watch it, nothing but film’s dialogue bouncing off every wall, other nights maybe Marlon and Randy would barge in, trying to be apart of movie night only to complain about what movie’s playing.

Other nights the girls tried (and sometimes successfully) steal you away, claiming it’d been long overdue for a girls night. And sometimes it’d be the two of them paying no attention to the movie, and spoke like they were the only people in the universe. And those were the nights they silently loved.

a/n: it's been so long since I wrote a fanfic period and I'm not sure I how I feel. if there's typos now you know it wasn't really proof read... pulling an all nighter y'all.

ִ. ࣪ ♬⋆.˚ loud was an understatement to describe the crowd surrounding the limo, and once he stepped out it was deafening. fangirls who watched from a distance screamed his name out in near tears, while the photographers blinded him with their fast snapping, they as well called his name out in sake of getting a good shot.

this was the normal for superstar michael jackson, and with tonight being the 26th grammy award ceremony didn't help the intenseness of the fame he held.

so with grace he glided across with his dazzling eye catching outfit, his jewels flashing when cameras were pointed at them, no doubt unmissable. that iconic diamond white glove covered his right hand as he waved at his fans.

as instructed, he posed for the paparazzi commanding to their pleads, demands really. he mingled with a couple star besides him, gratefully thanking them when they complimented either his outfit or music.

michael was just near the entrance of the auditorium before he heard screams, screams that were almost if not just as loud as when he arrived, so out of mere curiosity he looked back.

and the air was knocked out of his lungs.

there you stood, in a figure hugging dress that draped down pooling at your feet, your back exposed and your breast begging to be seen by the cleavage opening of your dress. hair up in a bun, plenty of lose curls beautifully crowning above your face. a pearl necklace adorning your neck paired with matching earrings.

michael was immediately enchanted by you and your appearance. he had to admit he didn't exactly know who you were, but that was a mission he was desperate to accomplish before the night ended.

but when he followed whom your hand was connected to his face twitched.

prince.

now michael didn't really truly hate prince, he had a professional musical appreciation for the man, besides the game would be too easy if he didn't have any sort of competition to beat.

he still kept his distance nonetheless. but tonight you were going to make that difficult.

once inside the auditorium you wouldn’t escape michael's head, he wondered too much about you.

were you a singer he happened to never hear about? were you a presenter? how had he never noticed you before? did you know who he was? and lastly, were you in some relationship with prince?

michael turned to look at his publicist. "do you happen to know this year’s new artist?" he asked unable to stop himself.

the woman thought for a second before she shrugged her shoulders. "sorry, mr. jackson, i haven't had time to check."

michael's shoulder slumped ever so slightly. "oh," he murmured before thinking of another question. "do you keep up with prince?" maybe a little direct but michael needed to find something out about you.

his publicist quickly shook her head. "no, sir. i haven't acknowledged prince since working for you sir." she quickly defended.

"no, no, it's fine, really," he assured her just as quick. he paused for a moment there after, unsure if he really wanted to reveal the reasoning for his sudden questions.

"i wanted to know if you happened to know anything about his date.” he sheepishly told the older woman.

she smiled slightly before shaking her head, "i'm sorry, mr. jackson, i don't know much, or anything really." she spoke sympathetically.

michael shrugged his shoulders. "'ts alright, not too important anyways." wrong, but she didn't need to know that.

once the night started it was nothing but success on michael's side, taking home every grammy he was nominated for. he confidently strode to the podium, award in hand as he thanked the people who helped make his album along with his family and fans, his eyes always ending up on you, taking you in before being ushered off backstage before the next performance.

your night on the other hand was quickly turning into a headache.

this was your first grammy experience, something you never thought you'd actually be attending, ever. but since prince, your confusing friend?, had practically begged you to be his date, you had agreed without too much convincing.

the headache inducing started the third time michael let his eyes linger on you. of course you noticed, how weren't you supposed to noticed, the problem was prince had noticed too. which he was quick to let you know how he felt when commercial breaks were installed.

"he was looking at everyone, it wasn't only me." you argued with him, keeping your voice down and calm despite the amount of irritation that was gradually building up within you.

prince scoffed. "might've been looking at everyone, but his eyes stay on you longer."

his jealousy was so unbearable at times it was exhausting. sometimes it was fun, especially when the consequences made you feel oh too good, but other times it was completely unnecessary, especially when he went out of his way to not claim you as his own.

that was something you never understood. he loved to keep you on his arm at all times, shower you in expensive jewels and clothing, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and constantly give you that nightly rush. but when it came to the subject of being an actual item he strayed away.

it left you wondering if this was either something to wait for, in hopes something from him would be worthwhile, or if you’re plainly allowing your friend take advantage of your clear devotion.

you massage your temple sighing in the air. "baby, I don't understand." you started, looking into his pointed eyes, scotching closer to him. "you know you ain't got nothing to worry about, i came here with you and i'm leavin' here with you too." you tried to resolve, pulling his face closer to yours, giving him a short but effective kiss.

unbeknownst to you two someone had been watching. he didn't exactly mean to see the roll of your eyes and the scowl prince held, he meant to take a glance at you to work up his courage to speak to you.

but now with the kiss fresh in his mind he quickly backed out. michael pursed his lips together trying to put his attention onto something else.

"something wrong, mr. jackson?"

he picked his head up, meeting his publicist knowing expression. michael nodded his head lightly. "i’m fine, ruth, just.. a lil’ tired is all.”

ruth looked at him skeptically, but nonetheless dropping it.

and then it happened. michael had just won his eighth and final award of the night, breaking a world record, and possibly breaking a complicated relationship as well.

he couldn't help it, his eyes lingered on you before, during, and after as he delivered his thank you speech. it was so unintentional (that plus the fact you'd turned into the only person in the room) he didn't realize how angry the man was besides you.

as always you resisted rolling your eyes, feeling it was pointless in arguing with a man who had his mind made up. "you're enjoying his attention, aren't you?" prince sneered, his accusation making your head shoot up.

"don't be so insecure, prince, you're the only one thinkin' about it."

"girl, i’m far from insecure," he was quick to say, scoffing as the thought offended him. "just don't see why his attention is always on you, and you smiling his way like that."

groaning you stood from your seat, ready to give him something that he so clearly wants to believe is going on. "fine, i'll be back." you mumble, bunching your dress in your hands careful to watch your step.

"where are you going?" prince called your name in annoyance.

turning to look back you give him a smirk. "gonna go congratulate michael." you simply respond before making your way of to the front row, feeling the eyes burning your bare back.

when you got close enough to him you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the realization that you're about to speak to the michael jackson someone you've genuinely admired since being a child. and you're doing it just to make someone jealous.

"excuse me?" your voice was soft, airy as you approached, letting the fabric you held drop.

michael was quick to look your way, eyes widening at the clear view of you. his eyes ran down your figure, drinking up the way your body filled the dress perfectly. when his eyes landed back on your face he went breathless, you had such a natural beauty he couldn't look away from (not that he even wanted to).

you introduced yourself, stumbling over your name instantly embarrassed, but michael didn't even catch it, repeating it to taste it in his mouth.

"I'm really sorry to bug you, but i just wanted to come over and congratulate you on all your success tonight." he couldn't help but feel the blood rush up to his face as he shyly looked away but swiftly put his attention back onto you wanting to make sure he savored every moment with you.

"oh, t-thank you so much." was all he was able to get out, body all warm and fuzzy from your gaze.

you shake your head before continuing on. "seriously, I love thriller so much, but off the wall, oh my goodness, my parents were sick with me when i played it everyday after school." you laugh.

michael also laughed, flustered by you being a fan of his music, taking compliments he should be used to by now. "stop it, you makin' me all shy now."

the air around the both of was warm, something it hadn't been for the last two hours. "ar-are you a singer or actress?" michael suddenly asked finally being brave enough to learn more about you.

you face fell into surprise. "me? oh no, i'm not too talented there."

"'re you a model then?" was his next question which made you blush. you bashfully shake your head, curls lightly hitting your forehead.

"no, nothing fame worthy," you say catching his eyes look behind you before you realize why he's asking. "he invited me which is why i'm lucky enough to be here."

michael bobbed his chin in acknowledgment. that's something he supposed. they went silent not knowing what else to say in their shy demeanors, but the silence was comfortable.

"well," you started feeling awkward. "that's really all i came over to say. i better head back now-" you began to raise the long length of your dress again.

"wait!" michael stood laying a hand on your bare forearm, the action making you feel warm there. "are you by chance going to the afterparty?"

michael knew good and well he wouldn't enjoy attending the afterparty, he didn't mind the party itself just the part where other celebrities show their true colors and intentions. but if he had you to expect then he could bare one night of it.

you pause looking unsure. "i'm not sure, i'd have to ask him." prince would definitely want to end but with tonights arguments you didn't know if you wanted to.

"will you come even if he doesn't? i'd really like to continue our conversation." michael asked pleadingly.

it was almost embarrassing how much he craved being in your presence, regarding the man watching their every move currently, but when your face shifted to a coy look he felt a sense of pride washing over him.

"I dunno, perhaps."

♬⋆.˚ so that's how you see yourself walking into the large private nightclub, clutching onto prince's arm. the place was so loud and lively with celebrities, socialist, and whoever else managed to nag themselves in.

it was extremely different from what you had imagined, now wishing you didn't take michael up on a more comfortable easier way of chatting. and you only had yourself to calm your decreasing confidence because your date had quickly shrugged you off his arm to socialize, but not before whispering, "don't do something you're gonna regret." into your ear, letting his fingers loiter on your lower backside soon blending into the sea a famous faces.

you scanned the room, faces only being familiar due to being seen on the big and small screen, but there was no sign of him. so with that you carefully made your way to the bar, timidly ordering a diet coke.

slowly sipping it alone with you head resting in the palm of your hand you began to regret your decision in coming feeling completely out of place here. you tapped your nails on the glass constantly peering behind you to watch prince mingle with people he swore to keep you away from.

"finally i found you." a voice spoke from behind you. you turned, a smile growing on your face despite yourself. "have you been waiting long?" michael gently asked, taking a seat next to you.

you shook your head, stirring the ice slowly melting in your drink, feeling hesitant all of a sudden. "why aren't you out there with him?" questioned the man, his eyes trailing down your sitting body.

you traded in your white grammys’ dress for a copper one, still pooling down to your heeled cover feet, this dress pretty similar from the one before only a lot more airy. michael’s cheeks get warm when you catch his eyes on your physique.

“i’m not important enough to introduce i guess.” you mumbled, taking another glance at your friend.

his eyes flash with something unable for you to detect while he leans in closer. “you are with him, no?” he invades.

you held in your scoff, but your body language itself was loud. “i don’t know, sometimes.” you admit, it’s meekly and you grow ashamed for being so vulnerable in front of such a man.

you would’ve dropped with subject immediately if it were someone else, but you weren't speaking to someone else, you were speaking with michael jackson—which should've immediately shut you up—a person who allowed you to open up with whatever magic he had.

"sometimes we're friends, friends that do platonic things, with no feelings attached. and other times we share the house together, we share kisses in the moonlight, and make me want to risk it all." you confess melancholy.

something was partially lifted off your shoulders, it felt really good. you've never been able to open up about your strange relationship with prince, and although you shared only a snippet, your relief was evident. michael didn't look bothered and he didn't utter a word of judgment.

you wince. "I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate of me." 'and embarrassing.' you thought.

"no, no, it's alright, don't feel bad. i wanna know more," michael ensured resting a hand on yours. "I want to know you."

"so please, tell me more about yourself." he continued staring at her with such eyes that could make someone crumble beneath them.

and that you did. he knew everything, your studies in dance dreaming of being a choreographer (making his eyes twinkle), your family, childhood memories (ones he couldn't help but belly laugh at), your dreams and aspirations of having your own small but close-knit family (something he completely understood and shared)

"sometimes i think it's silly how adamant i am on having a family, but seeing my parents in love for so many years makes me feel hopeful, and being in a home that was surrounded by family, friends, and love makes me want to have my own home exactly like that." you smile at the thought.

he dwells into your face, in admiration, capturing the light smile lines deepening, the scrunch your nose makes, the visible joy that radiates off of you. it gives him an extreme amount of adoration, something he's desiring to tell and show you, despite this all within a short period of time knowing you.

"it's not silly, i too want a family, a huge one though. with.. maybe eighteen children."

your eyes widen, surprised. "eighteen! oh my... good luck."

he grins at your reaction amused by the astonished look on your pretty face. "it's a lot, I know, but i love children so much, i love the innocence and playfulness of them. i dunno, maybe i could settle for twelve."

"twelve's a little more realistic." you chuckle turning your body to face him a little better. "michael.. thank you for listening to me and my stories. it's been so long since i've been able to open up so freely." you explain truthfully, beyond grateful for him and his patience.

"I told you I wanted to know you, and I meant it." he reemphasized, glancing at the half emptied club, realizing just how late it became.

you noticed. "I should get going, prince is probably waiting on me." you say beginning to stand from the stool. michael stands as well blocking your view of your date.

he wavers only slightly. "is it possible i could get your number. i really enjoyed talking to you, and... i'd love to talk more with you, without so many eyes on us." michael confesses hopeful.

bashfully you wondered (and waited) if he'd ask you. you had an insanely good time with him, even if it was just talking. you nodded trying your best to hide the biggest smile you might've grown all night.

quickly michael searched for some sort of paper and pen, settling for a napkin and a borrowed pen from the bartender. your handwriting so girly it made michael giggle slightly, heart pumping in his chest.

"goodnight, michael." was the last thing you said before walking off to a boiling prince.

michael stared down at the napkin, no doubt calling you up the minute he made it back to the hotel.

"Happy birthday to you." Family and close friends sung to you, your mother walking in with your favorite cake, traditionally decorated the same way it has for the past 21 years.

You smiled brightly practically showing off all your teeth as you giggle, you loved your birthday ever since you were old enough to understand the excitement and love your parents put into every single party. Quickly once the pretty cake was placed down onto the oak dinning table you blew out the candles, gathering cheers from around the room.

Your mother leaned down giving you a kiss on the cheek making you squirm like a little girl. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." She said into her daughter's ear as the cheering died down. Her father was next, getting the other cheek, "Happy birthday, baby girl," Although he sighed you knew he meant well. "I cannot believe how grown up you are.”

"Dad, stop you'll make yourself emotional again." You laugh to which a couple people around them did so too. The elder L/N only sighed again.

Slowly as the sunset became more of that pretty yellow-ish pink shade the household gradually became a little more empty until eventually the only guest there were the Jacksons, as usual. You being the most thankful person on earth quickly but thoughtfully went around thanking the nine siblings for the gifts, that you definitely told them they didn't have to buy, right before disappearing into your bedroom to touch up your makeup, a sheepish Michael right behind you.

"Mikey," You started with a deep breath. "If I tell you something kinda embarrassing about myself you won't laugh or make fun of me, right?"

Michael sat up straighter, sort of looking alarmed. "Of course not, Pixie. What's wrong?" He shifted on your bed down to the closest corner towards you.

You made eye contact with him, his brown eyes big and beautiful, a sight you find yourself almost getting caught in before catching yourself. You took another deep breath. "I've been overthinking lately, and embarrassed too, thinking 'I'm twenty-one now, time to cross some things off the bucket list', but then at the same time I'm really worried that if I do go through with it so sudden that I'll be a complete failure and bad at the one thing everyone does at life." You explain, but your lips turned downward into a frown.

Michael had looked confused, or whatever expression he wanted to call that, completely oblivious to what you could have been referring to. "I... I don't really think I'm following, Pixie, what're you embarrassed about?"

You sighed realizing you've never explicitly mentioned said practice. "Don't laugh okay?" You glance at him while he nodded assuringly. "Michael, I'm twenty-one and I haven't.... I haven't even had my first kiss yet." You mumble the last part but it was still loud enough that he heard.

At first he was really confused, how can someone like you not have gotten their first kiss. You were so pretty, funny, shy in that cute girly way, and again insanely beautiful. But deep down he was also thankful? Happy even. If only you knew the things he wrote about in that little notebook he'd never let you read through. It, ashamedly, had been a sick fantasy of his that you and he would lose their first together. All their first.

But he knew it was highly unrealistic, that's why it stayed a fantasy within his notebook and his mind.

Plus it seemed a bit unreal given your status in teenage boy culture, America had once claimed you as America's sweetheart, as well as reported how your fanbase was a majority of males, despite never going out of your way to please your male fans. You've been surrounded, and sometimes-a lot of the time-hounded by rowdy boys.

Michael thought again, tilting his head. "Do... do you wanna practice with me?" He carefully asked, never trying to come off too creepy (or creepy at all), as well as hide his nervous boyish grin. Your eyes widen at his proposal, but deep down you felt a little excited, something you're not acknowledging because, who gets excited to kiss their best friend?

"I guess.. if it's just for practice, right?"

Michael gulped, "Just for practice."

Slowly you stood to your feet, making your way to him you sat down thigh next to thigh. Neither of you dared to make the first move. Manning up Michael placed a hand on your cheek carefully, softly grazing your skin with the pad of his thumb, almost distracting you before he leaned in locking his lips onto yours.

The kiss started off slow, just your closed mouths moving along with each other, until things started heating up, Michael's other hand softly latched onto the other unoccupied cheek slightly deepening the kiss, soft nibbles upon your lips silently asking for permission to be let him. And you let him, your own hand making its way to the back of his short curly 'fro. A soft moan fell when your tongues met, the simple practice kiss becoming a heated makeout. You break apart the kiss, only to boldly move yourself onto his lap, which he gladly welcomed you to manspreading for you. Your legs dangle in front of you while you hungrily continue to kiss him, teeth accidentally hitting his but neither of you seem to mind. His hands roam your waist while your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the nape of his neck.

Your makeout could've gone a lot longer if it wasn't for Michael's brothers' booming laughs from downstairs that brought you back to reality. Pulling away you tried to catch your breath, Michael doing the same. He smiled at you with slightly swollen lips hands still loosely holding your waist. You removed your arms from his neck and pulled yourself onto your feet, Michael silently missing your heat and weight on him.

You smiled at yourself in the refection of your vanity mirror. "So, Mikey, how was I?" You ask sweetly, but there's a small dread within that's hoping he says anything but bad things.

He huffed an amused chuckle. "I think you'll be alright for your first time." He complimented, before turning the question back to you. "How about me? How'd Mikey do?"

"Pretty good, Mikey, pretty good." You blush fixing your lipstick.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ you had just gotten out of the shower. hair still damp from a hydrating treatment, skin still slippery from the layered products you lathered yourself in, and you in awe when you put your favorite nightgown on. you sat on the edge of your bed, indecisive on what color you wanted to polish your nails.

the room was silent, minus the faint whistling from the heavy wind blowing through your open window. until it wasn't.

the sudden shuffling found your ears, your attention now on your window. at first you shrugged it off, blaming the blowy wind, until it happened again, this is undoubtedly coming from something opposite of air.

you discard the collection of polishes for you new founded awareness. slowly you creep towards the windowsill, and poke your head out.

at first there was nothing. but then a hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder, the person it belonged to passed a 'hey' to you but it was barley heard due to your loud yelp. "it's just me." the voice tried to soothe, rubbing their thumb across your skin.

your eyes focused on the person, your brows furrowing in confusion along with the lingering surprise-scare. "mikey, what are you doing here?" you questioned him, shifting to the side to allow him in.

"sorry, angel, don't hate me." he apologized a bit muffled as he finally fit himself through the small opening gap. "you sleep in that?" he asked in disbelief as he took in your whole appearance.

you huff, a little offended by his disparaging tone. "yes i sleep in this, what—what are you doing here?"

michael gave you a pout. "why you asking like that, baby? don't like seein' me all the sudden?" he teased lightly, scooping your face into the cups of his hands.

"michael, what are you doing here?" you reemphasized, pulling your face away from his hold.

instead of answering right away he stepped back to take a look all around your room. the way your room was decked out in two of your most favorite colors, and the little collection of stuffed animals you had displayed on your bed.

"it suddenly occurred to me that i've never snuck through your bedroom window."

you stare at him blankly. "that's it? michael it's almost midnight!" you whisper yell, careful not to wake your parents.

"so?" he smirked before walking towards your bed and plopping down onto it, taking in the green bear besides him. "but i also did because my brother's invited their girls over for dinner and it got me missin' you extra hard."

your irritation dropped a little, getting surprised for second time by him. "it did?"

his lip curled. "'course it, did. i'm always missin' you extra hard when you're not in the same room as me." he said very softly, adding a seductive undertone to it. something you didn't miss. "c'mere, mama, please," he murmured holding a hand out for you.

you complied but not before reminding him of the limit between you two. "I know exactly what you're up to, michael, and it's not gonna work."

"I'm not up to anything, baby." he lies, slithering his hand up your arm. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, he's always up to something when you two are alone.

a gasp left past your lips when you were suddenly pulled down onto him, his warmth and scent entangling your senses almost immediately.

he pulled you into a deep kiss, one were your lips moved in rhythm with each other, but he wanted more, taking his hand on your chin he used his thumb to—careful as always—forcefully open your mouth. as soon as he did tongues fought each other for dominance, making you let out a soft muffled moan when you lost.

michael groaned as he pulled away, a thin string of saliva still connecting each other, to studying your face. "please, ma, let me do something to you. more than just the kissing, please," he pleaded helplessly like all the other times.

and usually you turned him down. quickly. and you were just about to if you didn't real a sudden urge to let him continue, but regardless of the lack of resistance you still felt self conscious. "lemme get a taste of you." he whines desperately.

you shake your head. "i-i don't know, mikey." you stutter out, also aching to be touch by him as much as he's aching to touch you. "i'm really nervous." you admit to him.

michael's eyebrows furrow. "why you nervous, baby? y'know i'd take good care you baby," he reminded giving you a kiss between his words, "never think of hurting you."

you bit your lip in thought. eyes darting everywhere on his face but his eyes. "okay, but only your fingers." you softly say earning a teasing smirk. your head still in self conscious mode you added, "I don't even want you lookin' at it."

his face falls completely. "mama you gotta let me enjoy the view, at least even a peak." he whines, the thought of not seeing you all slick and leaking for him disappointing to him.

you cave. "'kay you can look, please, mikey, just do something." you begged inching up the bed so your head laid on your pillows. swiftly michael's slender fingers found your ankle, tracing the delicate soft skin with the tips of his fingers as he slowly trailed up to your knee. he leaned back down to capture your mouth in another tongue war. his lips traveled to your jawline down to your exposed collarbone, the wetness of his kisses making you shiver when your damp skin hits the cool air.

"can i unbutton these?" he asked you, eyeing your pretty burnished face.

you nodded quickly, wishing he'd hurry and have his fingers playing in your wet folds already

michael unbuttoned the four buttons that covered your full breast, letting the material fall to the outs of them. he stared, memorizing them and their deep shade of brown aureolas along with the harden pebbles perking up. the desperate whine that left you finally got him moving again, his lips on the soft curve of your right one, sucking softly before moving to your nipple.

he gave it a little nibble that had your back arching from the senses of finally being touched intimately. then he dived in completely, taking the whole of your brown circle sucking and biting, giving it a little tug making you whimper softly.

"mikey, please, i want you to touch me." you cry out to him, the pain so unbearable and the wetness so uncomfortable for your liking.

he removes himself from your tit with a wet pop. "how much you need my fingers, mama? tell me baby." he teases, giving the same amount of attention to your left tit like he did to your right. you whine again finding the words as he tugs, bites and rolls the much too sensitive pointers.

you huff. "I need them so much, mikey. I need them to fix the pain so so bad."

he pulls his mouth off your chest again, this time instead of teasing his fingers find themselves hiking your nightgown up to show off you purple lacy hem panties. a noticeable dark and large patch immediate to his sight. he grins to himself before swiftly sliding them off your body, carelessly tossing them somewhere behind him.

the bare sight of you was the most beautiful thing he's seen in his twenty years, your slick clinging to the public hairs, your leaking cunt dripping down to the comforter as he spreads your legs open, the throbbing touch deprived clit of yours aching with neediness was testing his self control to not spread you open with his fingers and fuck you with his tongue.

"ready baby?" he makes sure to ask one last time. you nod frantically, the cold air making you squirm. "yes, touch me," you begged for the fourth time.

with that he makes soft circular motions on your clit inciting in soft moans to escape your mouth. he applies a bit more pressure and speeds his movement up slightly. "I'm gonna add a finger now, okay." michael is sure to warn you,

"please.. but slowly." you mumble, careful to keep your noises at bay regarding your parents. michael leans down to kiss you. "of course, mama."

slowly he slides in middle finger, slowly thrusting it in and out. he continues before adding his index finger, continuing the slow thrust while he curls his fingers. he keeps the act waiting for you to guide him.

"faster... faster, mikey," you mutter out. he complies the moment you're able to utter those words out of your pretty mouth.

white cream quickly forms, latching onto the hair that coated your lips and the knuckles that hit them. your bare chest glazed in sweat jiggled with each thrust on his fingers, your breathing heavy as you bit your lip to keep your moans in. the act was so close to getting you busted it kinda excited you.

"you're so tight 'round my fingers, ma. can't wait for the day you're 'round my cock." michael groans at the sight and feel. "so pretty f'me, gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right mama?"

a moan slips out from behind your teeth. "I'll be such a good-- girl—oh my god, mikey." you cry out.

he latches back onto your right tit, keeping up his pace as he gave attention to your wanting breasts.

the wet sounds coming from you creamy cunt so explicit it had michael twitching in his pants, his cock so desperate to fill your hole instead of his fingers.

"my god, mikey--" you moan out to your boyfriend, his eyes watching every muscle in your face contort, your eyes closed shut up and lip tightly secure between your teeth. "you gonna cum baby? gonna cum over my fingers?" he teases.

with toes curling, head thrown back, and a loud final moan you came over his fingers, michael thrusting them allowing you to run out your high. michael couldn't help but be greedy, immediately popping his fingers in his mouth once he took them out of your cunt with a 'plop'.

"you're letting me eat you out next." he moans at the taste of you.

you laugh at him, hiding your face behind your hands feeling shy all of a sudden. "don't get shy on me now, pretty girl." he teases some more, pulling your hands away from your face and pressing your lips together, letting you get a faint taste of yourself.

when you pull away you stare at him for a moment. "y'know mikey, there's this other thing I wanna try." you softly said. michael's eyes darkened, "yeah, like what?"

you don't answer but instead let your gaze fall to the tent of his pants.

kinda ass kinda rushed-- comment !! I love it when y'all do