#michealjacksonxb!ackreader

⋆˚꩜｡ 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.