pairing: thriller m.jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: while on your honeymoon with michael to disneyland, things get took a little too far.

warnings: smut, breaking a bed, lowkey rough sex, oral (fem receiving.)

a/n: i know that this didn’t happen in michael’s thriller era, but for my mental health and ovulation, it did.

the sun had set over disneyland, casting a warm glow over the magical kingdom as you and michael—now husband and wife—had made your way back to your luxurious hotel room. the day had been filled with laughter, cotton candy, and endless rides.

michael had kicked his shoes off by the door, letting out a contented sigh as he loosened his tie. the suite was breathtaking—floor-to-floor ceiling windows overlooking the sparking lights of the city, a king sized bed draped in silk sheets, and rose petals scattered across the marble bathroom floor. he turned to you with that boyish grin, his dark eyes sparking with mischief.

michael approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to gently frame your face as he leaned in for a soft kiss, his lips were warm and tender. pulling back slightly, he whispered against your lips, “mrs. jackson…”

you couldn’t help but smile at the way his voice wrapped around your new title. it was surreal to be married to michael jackson, but in moments like this, he was just your husband—your loving, playful husband. you playfully bit his bottom lip softly, “mr. jackson,” you teased back.

he chucked softly at that, the sound sending familiar shivers down your spine. “come here,” he murmured, guiding you backward toward the bed. his fingers deftly worked at the zip of your dress as he backed you up, until you both landed on the plush mattress.

you giggled breathlessly, “michael, you’re so impatient.”

“i’ve been patient all day!” he protested with a laugh, nuzzling into your neck. “we’ve been surrounded by kids and mickey mouse all day. i just want to be alone with my wife.” his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.

you gasped as his fingers brushed against against the lace of your panties, your head falling back against the pillows. “well, you have me all to yourself now,” you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his curly hair. the room filled with the sound of your hushed whispers and gentle touches.

michael wasted no time in shedding his shirt, revealing his soft skin that you knew so well. he hovered over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. the atmosphere shifted from playful to heavy with desire, the scent of roses and your mingled colognes filling the air.

you arched your back, pulling him closer to you. his breath was hot against your skin as he unclasped your bra, his lips immediately finding your nipple. you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his thick curls while he lavished attention on each breast, his tongue making lazy circles around your hardened peaks.

michael’s hands trailed down your sides, gripping your hips as he moved down your body, pulling your panties off with a swift tug. he spread your legs wide, settling his broad shoulders between them. his first languid lick had you gripping the sheets, your hips lifting off the bed.

“michael…” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue worked expertly between your thighs. he looked up at you through those dark lashes, a wicked glint in his eyes. “you taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured against your slick folds before diving back in, his tongue swirling around your clit. your breath hitched, your thighs trembling against his head.

unable to take the teasing any longer, you reached down and tugged at his waistband, freeing his length. he groaned appreciatively at your eager touch, stroking himself slowly as he watched you writhe beneath him. “i need you inside me, please,” you pleaded, your voice thick with desires michael smirked, positioning himself between your trembling thighs. “patience, mrs. jackson.”

he teased your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing himself against you but not pushing in. he lovers how you squirmed and whimpered beneath him, your nails scratching his back. “say please again,” he whispered with a smirk, loving how desperate you sounded for him.

“please, baby,” you gasped out, your legs spreading wider to give him better access. “i need you so bad…please.” michael finally granted your wish, pushing into your tight heat with one slow, torturously delicious stroke. both of you cried out as you became one, the intimacy of the moment washing over you even more than the pleasure.

he began moving then, slow at first, deep thrusts made the bed springs squeak with each one. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed as he lost himself in the rhythm. “you feel so good,” he groaned against yours lips, his pace quickening as your walls clenched around him. “my wife…”

you clawed at his back, urging him on. michael obliged, his movements becoming more intense and passionate as he clung to you. the headboard of the bed began to hit the wall with a rhythmic thudding sound that matched their hurried breathing and muffled moans. he shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.

“right there, right fucking there,” you cried out, your voice getting louder with each thrust. michael covered your mouth with his to muffle the sounds, kissing you deeply as he drove into you harder, the bed breaking loudly beneath you both.

the sounds of your passionate lovemaking filled the room—skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy, the loud squeaks of the bed springs—michael reached down and grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder to go even deeper.

you arched your back as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. the bed was now shaking violently against the wall with each powerful thrust. michael’s breath came in ragged gasps against your neck as he whispered dirty words only you could hear.

“i’m close,” you whimpered, your walls clenching around him tightly. michael groaned deeply, his pace becoming erratic as he felt your orgasm approaching. “come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “let me feel you.” his thrusts became harder, faster, completely losing control as the bed grained under your combined weight.

you shattered beneath him, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you. your scream was muffled by his shoulder as you clenched around him uncontrollably. the climax triggered something in michael—he buried himself deep, his thrusts becoming brutal.

a sound then echoed through the suite like a gunshot. both of you froze mid-thrust as the wooden bed frame splintered beneath you, the middle collapsing inward. you both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs, michael landing on top of you with a startled yelp.

silence stretched between you for a heartbeat before michael burst into surprised laughter against your neck.

“i can’t believe—“ he laughed between gasps, still inside you despite now being on the floor. “did we just break the bed?” his eyes were bright with amusement, dimples appearing as he grinned down at you. you were too breathless to scold him, still trembling from your orgasm as he lazily thrust just once more.

you burst into laughter despite still being in complete shock from what just happened, your chest heaving with spent breaths “that’s because you lost control completely, michael!” you managed to say, running your fingers along his jaw. michael kissed you softly, not moving from where he was buried inside you. “worth it,” he murmured against your lips, flexing his hips slowly as sparks ignited between you again.

you both looked over at the broken bed frame and started giggling like teenagers. michael slowly pulled out of me, both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. he lay on his back on the carpet, pulling you against his chest.

“you know,” he said thoughtfully, running his fingers through your hair as you curled up on his chest, “they say your honeymoon is supposed to be romantic and perfect. but i think i prefer our version—broken bed and great sex.”

you giggled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “most couples just break a glass of something. we took out the whole damn bed frame.” michael chuckled, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “that’s because you’re fully mine now. i can be as wild as i want.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arm tightening around you.

the laughter eventually died down, replaced by comfortable silence as you both lay tangled on the floor. michael traced lazy patterns on your hip, his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“so…” you murmured, looking up at him with a tired smile. “do you think we should call the front desk orrr?”

michael groaned dramatically, covering his face with one hand. “we’re definitely getting charged for that,” he muttered, though he couldn’t keep the laugh out of his voice. “though i’m not complaining.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. “worth every penny.”

Btw he’s literally singing “mama”

୨୧ thriller!michael x reader | m. list

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ‘𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾’ 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 & 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽), 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁-𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒/𝗇.

“don’t move.”

“michael, i’m literally cutting strawberries.”

“exactly,” he said, lifting the camcorder. “do that again.”

“you want me to cut a strawberry again?”

“baby, you’re smiling.”

and to everyone else, it makes no sense. he’s filming things that seem ordinary.

you pushing your glasses up your nose in one of his oversized shirts, you curled up asleep on the couch with a book slipping from your lap, the way you laugh with your whole body when you find something funny, in the mirror; the way you fix his collar before he leaves, you doing a little spin while doing a try-on haul for him, the little wrinkle in your nose when you’re concentrating.

because to michael, that’s you. that’s the woman the song is about. meanwhile, you start getting embarrassed.

“you have actual cameras for this video, baby.”

“mm-hm.”

“then why are you following me around with that thing?”

he lowered the camcorder just enough to grin at you. “because they don’t see you the way i do, doll.”

and maybe you think he’s joking until you catch him one night in the studio, editing.

hours of footage.

no choreography, no special effects.

just you.

laughing. talking with your hands. falling asleep against his shoulder. looking out the window during road trips on tour. looking up at him with that expression you don’t even realize you make.

he notices you standing in the doorway. “michael…” he paused the tape.

“i know it isn’t exciting?” he cheesed.

“you’ve been filming me for weeks.”

“…i wanted to remember,” he admitted quietly. “the way you are right now.”

“what do you mean?”

“people change. time changes.” he glanced back at the frozen frame of you laughing at something off-camera. “i know i’ll always love you. i just…” he swallowed. “i don’t ever want to forget this version of you. the way you laugh, the way you look at me, the little things nobody else notices.”

and you just completely break because you finally understand that the music video isn’t really a music video.

it’s a love letter, a time capsule if you must. proof that you were loved in the ordinary moments, too.

now, he has the finished video playing privately in your living room before it’s ever released.

the final shot isn’t glamorous at all.

the camcorder shakes a little as michael turns it toward himself.

“you filming yourself now?” you teased.

“i need evidence,” he said.

“of what?”

he looked into the lens before turning it back to you, smiling softly from where you sat beside him.

“that i found the lady in my life.”

waking your boyfriend michael up after hearing a noise that startles you in the middle of the night😭

You were currently annoyed—it was 3am and something was tapping at the window and your beloved boyfriend was fast asleep completely unbothered by the sounds and that enraged you—how could he just sleep so peacefully?

You huff, getting up deciding to check for yourself. Feet lightly tapping as you tighten your pink silky robe around your waist. You hardly make it out of the room before the sounds start up again.

Chitter—Tap!

“Oh my god!” You yelp immediately running back towards the bed where Michael slowly stirs up. You jump into his arms immediately. “Michael! Michael, Michael wake up!” You shake him and he sits up, hand flying to your waist as you grip him for comfort. “Baby what time is it?” He questions, “it’s—that doesn’t matter I think someone is trying to break in!”

He sits up immediately, “no one is trying to break in I can promise you that.” he says, a bit annoyed you woke him up from his sleep and he turns around. “Michael.” You urge again, shaking him harder so he didn’t fall back asleep. “Baby.” He responds. “Please check?” He couldn’t resist your begging and what sounded like genuine fear so with a heavy sigh he stands up.

You follow close behind him as he tiptoes out the room and towards the front door, the first thing he does is look out the hole of the door before swinging it wide open, the cool air hitting the both of your faces. He steps outside and you follow, except you stay closer by the front door.

Hiss—Tap!

You see no Michael, you start playing with the hem of your robe, growing nervous by the second, once you notice how long he’s taking to return you bite your lip and clench your fist as you step out into the breezy night, following the sound.

“Boo!” He pops out and you let out a shrill. “Michael!” You shove his shoulder. “You ass.” Your lip trembles. “Did you see what it was?” He nods, “It was a raccoon, baby, can we go back to bed now?” He ushers grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bedroom, you let out a sigh of relief. A raccoon..you almost laugh at the fact.

He drapes the blanket over you both and switches the lamp off. “Wait.” You murmur, he softly hums waiting for you to continue. “I want to go to sleep first—don’t go to sleep until I’m sleep.” You say against his chest and he traces invisible shapes against your back.

“Your wish is my command, mama.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

From time to time you call out his name to make sure he’s still awake and he always responds with a soft hum or a ‘still awake, baby’ along with a ‘mhm’ or a kiss on the forehead.

synopsis. In the fresh modern age of 2026, the last thing you'd expect was to get thrown in a Back to the Future plot. You and your totally basic life go haywire during a moment of curiosity when you decide to test out a stubborn retro camera with mixed up dates. What happens when it wasn't just any old camera? What if it had taken you back to the 20th century? And what will you do when you find the chance to change his fate?

starring. multiple eras!michael jackson x time traveller!reader (reader is inclusive to all races)

content warnings. death, sexual content later in the story, tobacco, alcohol, mental and physical abuse, michael's childhood, and many more content labels yet to come! muahaha

PAST EXPOSURE PLAYLIST <- Spotify link

MASTERLIST

(total chapter count has not been determined yet)

—prologue | Say cheese!

—chapter 1 | This is far out!

—chapter 2 | Funky 21st century girl!

—chapter 3 |

—chapter 4 | ...

—chapter 5 | ...

—chapter 6 | ...

—chapter 7 | ...

—chapter 8 | ...

—chapter 9 | ...

—chapter 10 | ...

—chapter 11 | ...

—chapter 12 | ...

—chapter 13 | ...

—chapter 14 | ...

—chapter 15 | ...

—chapter 16 | ...

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—chapter 60 | ...

(Further episodes will be decided later on.)

If you would like to be tagged for this series or for my general taglist, please let me know!

summary: during michael’s invincible album release, he does a meet and greet with his fans. not only does he meet the cutest little boy, but his mother might also be a sweet lil thing too..

sorry guys been xtra busy recently. more stories and the requests coming next week, also thank u for all the requests i’ve seen them and will be writing𑣲⋆

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“are you okay, baby” you said quietly, crouching slightly to whisper in the boys ear.

“i’m okay mama, it’s just very loud” zain whispered back, his head slightly bowed, the fedora tipping slightly.

you grabbed his tiny hand tighter, squeezing it to reassure him that you were there protecting him and nobody would hurt him.

you and zain were stood around 6 people away from michael, his cd signing allowing 500 lucky fans to get into the store.

when you had heard of the chance to meet michael, you did absolutely everything in your power to do so, for your little boy.

zain had loved michael from the moment he had first heard him on the tv when he was 1 years old. he had heard black or white, standing infront of the tv watching the music video whilst shaking his little shoulders, asking you to replay it multiple times before it became practically engrained into the walls.

it was then you went down a rabbit hole with him, playing every michael jackson song that was available to play at his request, his favourites accumulating to don’t stop till you get enough and remember the time.

he had even stood in the living room trying to copy the dangerous dance breakdown, eventually almost mastering it to the best of his toddler abilities.

he had become one of michael’s biggest fans, and he was only three and a half years old.

now you both were stood in the music shop, blessed to receive access after you had bought the invincible cd the day before, your son had been wrapped up in your arms as he bounced up and down, so excited to get his hands on the music.

the line finally began to shorten after what felt like years of being stood in the same spot, the sequins on zain’s white glove digging into the skin of your palms. his tiny suit ruffled every time his legs moved, restless from standing still for so long.

the table became easier to see as you got closer, michael sat there whilst his hands signed the cd alongside listening attentively to what the fan infront of him was saying, nodding politely.

you picked zain up, placing him onto your hip so you could talk to him closer.

“okay we are nearly there now, don’t worry baby. can you see him right there” before pointing towards michael.

“oh my gosh mama! he’s right there!” he squealed slightly, his hands grabbing your shoulders and wrapping around the back of your neck to hug you.

you giggled at his excitement, so happy to see your son laughing and getting tense with energy.

the joy ran like honey through your veins, it had been a difficult few months. struggling with money in order to put food on the table for your son and you and paying for clothes and bills. but you had finally gathered your footing, starting a new job that payed exceptionally, now able to fund zain’s michael jackson obsession.

the large, burly security guard stood next to the large sign beside the table, gently guiding you and your son forward and putting space between you and the person behind you, probably wanting to protect the little boy that shuffled his feet in anticipation along the carpeted floor.

michael’s eyes scanned the room, moving down the line towards the people he was about to meet. his dark brown eyes glinting and glittering under the bright lights before locking onto someone, the little boy dressed up as him. he laughed out loud, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he stared in shock.

michael tried to focus on what the man standing in front of him was saying, his hands signing the cd with the all too familiar signature, but his mind and eyes kept wandering back to the little boy.

you moved forward, going up the steps of the platform to the table, guiding your son towards the table. your heartbeat began to race, an unexpected nervousness overcoming you at the sight of the handsome king of pop.

the cloth covered table covered the majority of zain’s body, only his bright eyes and fedora peeking over at him, his hands gripping the table so tight his knuckles nearly turned white.

“come on, honey, he can’t see your outfit” you said, laughing quietly at his pose.

your hands went under zain’s arms, placing him onto the table infront of you, hands resting gently on his lower back to steady him and make him feel safe. a symphony of ‘awh’ echoed behind you, the cuteness of the moment forcing everyone to look.

michael laughed loudly, his head tipping back before his head came forward, looking over zain’s outfit in awe.

“you look like me!” michael exclaimed, his voice going a tiny bit higher, his finger grazing zain’s tiny knuckles.

“well… i-i… mamaaa” zain stuttered, turning around suddenly and burying his face into your neck.

he had become all of a sudden to nervous to even look michael in the eye, one of his favourite people ever was stood infront of him but all the attention was too much.

“it’s okay, baby. look, show him your dance moves, you said to me before that you wanted to show him something didn’t you?”

your comforting hand running over the length of his back, trying to coerce him to turn around to look at michael, who was staring at him in awe and you with a certain look in his eye that you couldn’t quite name.

zain turned, his back pressing against your chest as he leant against you. he looked at michael, a tiny hand coming out for him to shake.

“hi, i’m zain” he whispered, the other hand coming up near his mouth.

“hi zain, it’s lovely to meet you! you look amazing, your mama said you wanted to show me something?” he leant closer, his other hand coming up to bend the small fedora back to uncover his face.

zain shuffled forward a little bit, before getting into position. he span in a circle, the cloth bunching under his feet, before he brought one hand to his lower stomach and one hand to his hat, his leg propping out. zain ended his quick performance with his hand grasping the little fedora and tilting it down to block his face, and then coming up to a point.

michael clapped, getting to his feet to give him a proper standing ovation. he wrapped the boy up in his arms, giving him a hug and a kiss on the top of his head, a huge smile painted across his face.

“wow, that was amazing! you could take my place one day.”

looking at the interaction between michael and zain, any random person would think it was between a father and son the way he cared so much. he held his hands in his, nodding along and consistently complimenting zain, whether it was on his dance moves, his outfit or his cute curly hair.

“and mama must be very proud of you, huh? at having a son with such god given talent” michael said suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his.

“oh he’s amazing, he’s loved you since he’s been able to move around, always dancing in the living room to your songs, aren’t you?” you tickled zain’s sides lightly, causing a high pitched giggle to fall from his mouth.

“is that so, zain? well you have made my day with your little dance moves and your cute little smile” michael said, “guess we know who he got that from”

his eyes locked onto your face, more specifically your shiny lips, before running up and down your body, taking in your full appearance.

you shyly dipped your head, a small, nervous tilt of your lips making you look even more prettier to michael. the black zip of your bag brushed against your hands as you opened it, reaching into grab the cd and place it on the table.

“zain was so excited to come here, dressing up as you was his idea actually. but it was a surprise cause he usually doesn't like wearing this stuff” you looked at zain, his hands locking infront of him as he swayed from side to side.

michael’s hands took the cd off of the table, before taking the cap off the pen and bringing his head down, writing a little message to zain with absolute concentration before signing off with his iconic signature.

you turned your head to zain, tilting his hat back and pulling his jacket down as it had ridden up to his waist in all of the chaos. you asked how he was, wondering if this was becoming too much for him before he smiled at you, confirming that he was as happy as can be.

“here you go, little man”

he placed the cd in zain’s hands, his large eyes scanning over the writing before turning it towards you.

“mama, what does it say?”

you and michael burst into laughter, zain’s head tilted as he looked at you with confusion.

“we will read it later baby, come on”

the security guard motioned to michael that it was time for you to move on, the moment stopping all too soon for his liking, but he understood the need to keep on time.

“well it was lovely to meet you zain, and you too mama, you have raised him beautifully” he whispered towards you, his hand taking yours in a handshake before bringing it to his lips.

you felt your body get hot, eyes widening in shock, a slight sweat building up on your brow bone as you grew increasingly flustered.

turning towards zain, a nervous laughter bubbling in your chest as you moved to pick him up off of the table.

“say bye, zain” you whispered in his ear.

zain shot forward, wrapping his arms around michael’s neck in a hug, his face buried into the crook of his shoulder.

michael’s large hands moved to his back, one supporting his back, the other engulfing the back of his curly hair. his eyes shut as a warm smile grew on his face at the young child’s sweetness.

“bye zain, thank you for coming today”

zain moved backwards towards you, his legs wrapping around your waist and head resting against your chest, your hands moving to grip his back slacks to hold him up.

he waved a small goodbye, his eyes filling with tears at the departure.

“bye mikey!”

you smiled at michael, before walking down the steps, around the back of the set up to leave the store.

zain stifled a small cry, his lip trembling and a few tears slipping down his chubby cheeks.

“mama, i miss him already” he muttered into your shirt, your hand resting on his head.

michael’s doe eyes followed you out, before turning slightly to his head of security and whispering something into his ear before getting a nod in return.

the man gripped the walkie-talkie on his waist and brought it up to his lips before saying something inaudible into it.

as you walked closer to the door, whispering comfort into zain’s ears as he sobbed gently into your neck, a man dressed in black stopped you, the words ‘SECURITY’ painted across his chest.

“are you zain’s mother, the little boy michael just met?” the man said, sounding very serious, a pit forming in your stomach.

“oh um.. yes i am, is there a problem?” your voice twinged with confusion, wondering if you had done anything wrong.

he glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a folded note and placing into your slightly closed hand that rested on zain’s hip.

“have a good day, ma’am” ,turning and walking back to the cd signing.

staring in confusion at the man’s back as he walked away, you glanced back at your son, a deflated look painted across his face.

“let’s go and get something to eat, and we can read what michael put on the cd, yeah?”

you walked into the cozy restaurant, being led to a booth in the corner, placing him along with your bags into the corner and sitting down yourself.

you read zain the menu, allowing him to pick what he wanted before reading it off to the waiter along with your own order.

the day had clearly began to wear on zain, his eyes beginning to droop and gradually becoming more clingy and wanting your affection.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, guiding him to lean against you as you held the cd in your hands.

“should we read this together then, baby?”

zain nodded his head, his legs swinging over your thighs and getting more comfy so you can read the message to him.

“okay, it says: dear zain, thank you for showing me your dance moves, i was very impressed at how good you are - especially that spin, that was amazing. i might have some competition!

keep dancing, keep smiling and i hope you enjoy this album, maybe you can make some new moves for me? love, michael jackson”

zain’s smile widened, his pearly teeth showing, “mama, he said that i was amazing?”

“he did, baby! you must have blown him away with your coolness!” you giggled, ruffling his curls as his eyes squinted due to his grin.

you turned the cd in your hands to look at the full thing, before flipping it onto the back, black marker standing out against the blue background.

your eyebrows furrowed at it, wondering how you had missed him writing on the back.

‘mama, there is something very special about your son, the way he allows the music to take over his body is amazing, it reminds me of when i was a child. he has a beautiful spirit and i hope he keeps that for the rest of his life. you have done an amazing job at raising him.

take care of yourself, michael’

you read it in your head, a warmth in your chest growing. someone else had noticed the spark in your boy, the ever growing spark growing brighter in his eyes as he grew older, something different from the other children in his class.

remembering the note that had been placed into your hand and then stuffed into your bag as you focused on finding somewhere to eat in the big city, slipping into the black purse and pulling out the note.

‘please call me, i would love to meet you and your wonderful son again. - michael’

the number underneath was written in big bold letters, a contrast to the cursive writing on the cd, obviously written by the security guard.

smiling at not only the note on both the cd and the paper, but also at your sons excitement, the plates clinked against the table.

grabbing the knife and fork and cutting your sons food into smaller pieces, passing the fork to him to eat.

“i’m glad you had fun today, baby. i love you”

To Have and To Hold (You Down)

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem! reader

Summary: The night after losing his virginity, Michael Jackson finds he can't control his body or his obsession. What begins as a tense ride home from the AMAs erupts into a raw, relentless claiming in the one place he was always meant to be innocent: his childhood bedroom. (established relationship)

Word Count: 4530

Tags: off the wall era, smut, porn with plot, oral sex (f receiving), prone bone, sexual awakening, sort of romantic smut?, michael is pussy drunk y'all, slight praise kink, marking, unprotected sex, creampie (oop) overstimulation,

Authors Note: this was a request. people want more otw mike! and another anon requested pussy drunk michael otw era as well, so NATURALLY this was born. im so sorry if this is not what either of you had in mind lmao. rarely see smut or much at all in this era tbh (ITS HIS BEST??? ARGUE W THE (off the) WALL -- hAH get it?)

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18+ minors dnu!!!