#mjinnocent

part 1.

Part 2 here

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: You’ve spent the entire evening going back and forth with Michael. Tired of arguing but unwilling to let him off easy, you decide to teach him a lesson he’ll regret underestimating.

warnings: diana ross, arguing, lotsssss of teasing, tension, smut, masturbation, fingering, oral sex fem!receiving, edging, dom!micheal but a hint of sub bc the sub!reader is a teasseeee.

authors note: This has been sitting in the drafts for a while so I decided to finish it and post it, idk how I feel abt it it’s not my best work. Part 2 coming soon tho.

The California sun was relentless in the best way, heat radiated from the concrete underneath your lounge chair near the swimming pool. The sound of water splashing and playful yells filled the air.

Spending nearly every summer at Hayvenhurst with Michael and his family was always a pleasure.

Being around his family was like no other. They were warm, welcoming, and always ready to pull you into the conversation with open arms. Even though you and Michael had only been together for about three years you’d known his family for even less time, but they still treated you as though you’d been around forever.

You were practically a member of the family and they made sure you knew it every time you walked through their front door.

So afternoons like these always felt a little like coming home. Everything felt comfortable and familiar. For a while, everything was perfect. Well, it was almost perfect.

There was just one problem.

You slowly slide your sunglasses up to rest on top of your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your eyes immediately find the two figures standing near the patio doors.

Michael and Diana.

God, you couldn’t stand that lady.

She always lingered around Michael like a mosquito, appearing the second you thought you’d finally gotten rid of her.

Every time your eyes found Michael throughout the house, Diana was standing beside him. Talking to him or laughing at something he’d said. Her hand would linger too long on his upper arm as she looked up at him smiling while he talked. It had been like that all morning, and your patience was beginning to wear thin.

Even when she would be leaving, she always found an excuse to extend her goodbyes. A hug that lasted a little too long, or a kiss pressed far too close to the corner of his mouth to be accidental.

Every time, you’d glare at her from across the room, practically shooting darts into her eyes.

She’d only glance back with that same smug expression, the corner of her mouth twitching upward as if she’d won some private game.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Everyone knew what she was doing and it seemed as if Michael was the only one that didn’t. He couldn’t see that she was purposefully throwing herself at him every chance she got.

At first, you convinced yourself not to say anything. Diana had been around long before you came into the picture and the last thing you wanted was to come across as insecure or possessive, but deep down it was starting to eat at you everytime you saw her.

And no matter how hard you tried to brush it off, the sight of her hovering around Michael seemed to bother you more and more each time.

So, you brought it up to him this morning and that’s exactly how you ended up in the state that you’re in right now.

The argument you’d had earlier left you irritated, him defensive, and neither of you willing to back down.

So now you were sprawled across a lounge chair by the pool, determined to ignore him while still keeping track of his every move from across the water.

Michael stepped out onto the patio with Diana close behind him, wearing that same overly familiar smile she’d been sporting all morning.

At this point, you were convinced she’d overheard the argument the two of you had that morning. There was no other explanation for her sudden need to be wherever you happened to be. The pool, before that was the kitchen, the patio, even the hallway.

Every time you looked up, there she was at Michael’s side, talking his ear off and laughing a little too loudly at everything he said.

As if that wasn’t your man she was throwing herself at.

Your jaw tightened and you throw your head back down onto the lounge chair. Readjusting your sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose again.

By now, the irritation in your chest had grown into a slow, burning fire. You’d spent the entire morning biting your tongue, watching Diana cling to Michael’s side while he acted like nothing was wrong.

If he wasn’t going to take your concerns seriously, then maybe it was time to make your feelings impossible to ignore.

A few moments passed before you heard the familiar sound of his footsteps approaching from across the patio. The chair next to yours dipped under his weight.

“Hey, baby.”

You ignore him entirely, adjusting your position on the lounge chair and crossing one leg over the other.

“You’re gonna burn if you stay out here much longer.” He continued, oblivious to your anger and frustration.

You stay silent, your eyes closed shut behind your shades and your expression was un readable.

He looks over at the swimming pool, his brothers and Janet, La Toya were all hanging around, swimming and splashing water at each other. His eyes roamed across the water before they briefly turned towards you again.

His eyes scanned your body, all the way from your head down to your toes.

“How about we go inside for a bit?” he suggested. “Get something cold to drink or something. Then we can go for a shower.” He says as he leaned forward, his hand resting on your knee, lightly squeezing it to get your attention.

“You sure you don’t wanna ask Diana?” You tilted your head. “She seems to have my position covered for the day.”

The few seconds of silence that followed were telling. Confusion flickered across his face as his brows knit together. “What?” he asked with a short laugh. “Why would I ask Diana?”

You turn your head, finally glancing towards him. “Well she’s been glued to your side all day.” You shrug. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to keep you company in the shower if you’d ask.”

Before Michael could respond, a bark of laughter sounded from somewhere behind him.

“Damn, Mike.” Jermaine shook his head from where he was lounging against the edge of the pool, his arms draped across the concrete as water lapped around his chest. Droplets slid down his face as he looked between the two of you. “You walked right into that one.”

Michael shook his head, brushing off the laughing that followed from his brothers. He turned his attention back to you, one eyebrow lifting slightly. “What are you talking about?”

You pull yourself up on to rest on your elbows once again. Lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head. “What am I talking about?” you repeated, staring at him in disbelief. “You seriously have to ask that?”

Michael let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as his head dipped forward. Trying very hard not to show it, but annoyed nonetheless. “Baby,” he said patiently, lifting his head again. “I thought we already talked about this.”

You pushed yourself upright, turning to face him fully. “Don’t baby me.” You scoffed. The words came out sharper than you intended.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you know she’s just a family friend. There’s nothing going on, okay?” He reassured.

“Well, ‘family friends’ don’t fondle you and follow you around like a lost puppy all day.” you shot back, making air quotes with your fingers. “I mean, Michael, everyone sees it but you. She’s obviously got a thing for you…and quite frankly, it’s weird.”

“She does not have a thing for me.”Michael let out a short laugh, like the idea hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“Baby, c’mon.” He shook his head. “You’re reading way too much into it. She was helping me with my speech for tonight. That’s all.”

“Honey, you know you don’t have anything to be jealous of, right?” Marlon chimed in from across the pool.

Michael’s head immediately snapped in his direction.

“I mean…” Marlon bit back a grin, lifting both hands as he traced an exaggerated hourglass figure through the air. His gaze flickered between you and Michael. “I’m just saying.”

One of his brothers smacked him lightly on the arm, which only made him laugh harder.

The laughter around the pool only deepened Michael’s irritation. His jaw worked as he stared down his brothers, his expression hardening with every passing second.

Then suddenly, an idea struck you.

For years, you’d brushed off his brothers shameless compliments and flirtatious remarks. You’d laugh them off, roll your eyes, or change the subject.

If Michael was so convinced there was nothing to worry about with Diana, then perhaps it was time for him to experience a little of that frustration for himself.

“Mike’s lucky you even look in his direction.” Marlon continued. Normally, you would’ve rolled your eyes and shut the conversation down before it could go any further.

But today, you simply smiled. A small one.

One that immediately caught Michael’s attention.

“You think so?” You quipped, leaning back slightly, your gaze drifted to Marlon.

To your left, you could practically feel Michael’s stare burning into the side of your face. You didn’t even have to look at him to know exactly what expression he was wearing.

The sudden silence from his end of the conversation told you everything you needed to know.

Good…let him stew.

You kept your attention fixed elsewhere, secretly enjoying the fact that the tables had finally turned.

“If he ever screws this up, let me know,” Jermaine teased, shooting you a wink. The grin spreading across his face only widened when several of his brothers burst into laughter.

“Why don’t you-” Michael started, only to be cut off when you spoke over him.

“Well…” You tilted your head ever so slightly. “Then I guess you’re next up in line.” A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as your fingers traced the strings of your bikini bottom.

Your lips curved into a teasing smile as you glanced back at Michael.

You watched Michael’s hand tighten around the metal armrest of the lounge chair, his fingers curling around it so tightly the muscles in his forearm flexed beneath his skin.

For the first time all day, he finally looked as irritated as you felt.

The playful tilt of your head and the teasing smile tugging at your lips were bad enough. Combined with the tiny bikini hugging every curve of your body along your sun kissed skin and the fact that you were openly entertaining his brothers, it was a wonder how he hadn’t completely lost his temper already.

The sight was slowly unraveling him.

You might have been joking but he knew his brothers weren’t. They meant every word they said.

Michael clears his throat, the sound cutting through the laughter almost immediately.

“I think it’s time we go inside,” he suggested, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. The look he gave you made it sound far less like a suggestion and more like a warning.

You merely smiled, unfazed by the warning in his eyes. Leaning forward slightly, you held his gaze for a moment longer. “Hey, boys?” you called, your voice dripping with false innocence.

“Would one of you be a gentleman and help me with my sunscreen?” you asked sweetly. “I can’t reach my back.” A grin tugged at your lips, for a brief moment, something flashed behind Michael’s eyes. It enough to make your stomach flip.

A deep breath expanded in his chest before he slowly exhaled through his nose, as he was trying to regain whatever composure you’d just threatened.

If Michael hadn’t understood what you were doing before, he clearly had understood it now. This was pay back for the endless weeks you spent watching another woman taunt you with your own man.

Jealousy simmered beneath the surface, growing stronger with every laugh and every teasing remark exchanged around the water.

For the first time all day, Michael was the one struggling to keep his composure, not you.

It was almost as if a crowd of volunteers erupted. Before anyone could make it more than a step, the brothers were already shoving each other aside, each trying to be the first to reach you.

A few seconds of bickering and taunts passed before Jermaine finally broke through the chaos and snatched the sunscreen bottle from your hand. “Sorry, fellas,” he said, already backing away with it. “Looks like this one’s mine.”

You move your hair over your shoulder, shifting onto the lounge chair until you were laid onto your stomach. Your head rested on top of your forearms as you slowly moved your gaze towards Michael once again.

Jermaine moved around the lounge chair, droplets of pool water stained the cement floor underneath you.“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Some of us still know how to treat a lady.” He provoked, looking up at Michael through his eye lashes.

He squirted a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm before spreading it across your back. The moment his hands touched your skin, you felt Michael’s stare intensify.

Slowly, Jermaine worked the sunscreen across your shoulders and down along your sides, completely unaware, or maybe, fully aware of the silent war taking place a few feet away.

His fingers would dip further down your sides, tips of his fingers nearly touching the side of your breasts. That caused Michael to nearly flinch in his seat.

“Oh, Jermaine.” you said softy, fighting back a smile. “What would I do without you?” a dramatic sigh escaped you.

You could practically see the gears turning in Michaels head as he sat there, forced to watch the consequences of dismissing you all morning.

And if the look he was giving you was any indication, your little game was about to come back and bite you.

Jermaine’s hands moved along your spine, spreading the sunscreen evenly as he worked his way down toward your lower back. He didn’t hesitate once, his movements steady and unhurried.

Droplets of water slid from his hair and traced cool paths across your sun kissed skin as he leaned over you “Jermaine…” you complained softly, dragging out his name just enough to be dramatic and make Michael’s ears bleed. “You’re getting me all wet.”

Jermaine nearly choked.

Meanwhile, Michael had lost any composure he had left. His gaze flickered from Jermaine to you and back again, disbelief and frustration flashing across his features.

Then, without a word, he pushed himself to his feet. The legs of the lounge chair scraped harshly against the concrete, cutting through the chattar around the pool.

Without a second thought, Michael reached for your arm and pulled you to your feet. His grip remained firm around your wrist as he guided you across the patio, his strides long enough that you were forced to hurry to keep pace.

The closer you got to the house, the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

The back door flew open, Michael ushered you inside before letting it swing shut behind you with a sharp bang.

You two finally reached his bedroom, pulling you in and shutting the door right after. He paced a few steps away before turning back toward you, dragging a hand across the back of his neck in a futile attempt to contain his frustration. “What the hell was that?” He bit out, his voice was flat.

“What?” A teasing smile played at your lips. “You didn’t enjoy the show?”

“Cut it out.” He goes still, his head snapping towards you.

“Oh please.” You scoff quietly, taking a step towards him.“You let that crone follow you around all day. Touching you, hugging you, kissing you-God knows what else she’d do if you gave her half a chance.” You shook your head. “But your brother putting sunscreen on my back is where we draw the line, right?”

“That’s not the point,” He blurted out, like he was over the conversation before it had begun. He dragged a hand through his curls, frustration bleeding into his voice. “You really let him put his hands all over you just to get a reaction out of me? And those little comments you kept making weren’t helping either.”

“Those little comments?” you repeated. Slowly, you closed the distance between you, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. He still towered over you.

“You mean…” A faint smile tugged at your lips. “When I told him he was getting me all wet?” You drew the words out deliberately, your voice dropping to nearly a whisper as your eyes stayed locked on his.

Something flashed across Michael’s face before he quickly buried it. His jaw flexed, and he took a slow breath through his nose. He knew this was exactly the reaction you wanted and there was no way he was going to let you see how badly you were getting under his skin.

He takes a step closer and he cups your jaw, his palm settled against your face, large enough to cradle nearly the entire side of it, his thumb resting just beneath your cheekbone.

His frustration was impossible to miss, and it had you feeling a mix of emotions. Part of you loved seeing him seethe with jealousy over you, it was such a turn on.

There was also something undeniably satisfying about seeing him struggle with the very feelings you’d been carrying around.

“How about we stop this little game, hm?” he said quietly. There was nothing gentle about the look in his eyes. “We both know how this ends.”

Everyone knew how hopelessly in love you and Michael were. To anyone looking in from the outside, you seemed like you never argued. But behind closed doors, that wasn’t the case. When the two of you argued, and sometimes neither of you could even remember what started it, it could get ugly.

You were both stubborn in your own ways, constantly butting heads and refusing to back down. You knew exactly which buttons to push to get under his skin, and he knew yours just as well.

Both of you were far too stubborn to admit when you were wrong, and communication had never been either of your strong suits.

So when moments like this came around, when jealousy had you by the throat and neither of you could simply admit it, the situation always spiraled into something much bigger than it needed to be.

What could have been a five minute conversation always turned into a battle of pride, neither of you willing to give the other the satisfaction of being the first to say it out loud.

“How does it end, Mikey?” you challenged, your voice quieter now, though no less provoking. Your gaze dipped briefly to his mouth before returning to his eyes.

Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. The hand cupping your jaw was warm against your skin as you guided it away from your face.

You drew his hand slowly down the side of your body. His fingers brushed over your ribs before they settled further down at your waist, then finally to your hip. The tension in the room seemed to tighten with every inch. As you continue to move it, you felt his hand practically guide its own down to grab a handful of you.

“Does it end like this?” you asked quietly, tilting your head as you held his gaze. “With you taking what belongs to you?”

Your fingers tightened slightly around his wrist before a slow smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Or maybe…” you continued, your voice dropping lower. “Maybe Jermaine.”

The change in his expression was immediate.

You saw it in the way his jaw locked. In the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Maybe it ends with him standing where you are right now.” You studied the change in his expression.. “Maybe it ends with him touching me like this.”

You leaned forward, your lips brushing over his ears. “Or maybe… it ends with, me telling him how good he feels inside me.” You whispered. “You think he’d like that? Hmm?”

His shoulders stiffened and before you could say another word, his hand tightened around your waist and he dragged you forward. The sudden movement stole the space between you, his chest colliding with yours as he backed you up a step. Instinctively, your hands came up against his chest to steady yourself. Beneath your palms, you could feel the tension running through him.

You knew your words were nothing more than a tease. A reckless one, maybe, but a tease all the same. Still, you clearly struck a nerve in Michael. The moment Jermaine’s name left your mouth, something shifted in him. The idea of another man touching you the way he was now clearly hadn’t sat well with him.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” he muttered. His voice was low, edged with exasperation.

The warmth of his chest seeped into yours, surrounding you completely. You could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat between you.

You let the silence stretch between you, studying him. A few loose curls had fallen around his face, softening the frustration etched into his features. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and those wide, dark eyes of his had narrowed ever so slightly as they remained fixed on you.

You were still pissed at him, but the sight of him like this, his possessiveness, his jealousy, the way he looked at you as though he couldn’t decide whether to kiss you or yell at you, was making you tremble against him. You could tell by the look in his eyes that his thoughts weren’t far from your own.

“Maybe I’d quit if you’d stop giving me a reason to keep going.” you provoked. A hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him down just enough to force him to meet you halfway. Your lips brush against his slightly, both of your lips slightly parted, breathing in each others air. The tension between you was thick enough to cut through

Then, suddenly, you planted both hands against his chest and shoved.

Caught completely off guard, he stumbled backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He dropped onto the edge of the bed.

Before he could react, you climbed into his lap. The movement was impulsive, reckless. Your lips crashed into his, neither of you caring much for grace as all of frustration, jealousy, and unresolved tension collided all at once.

His hands found their way to your waist before sliding to your hips, settling there as though they belonged. His fingers curled against your skin, firm enough to keep you from stepping away. The touch sent a shiver racing down your spine. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, inviting you in. You accept the invitation, meeting him as the kiss tangles.

Your hips begin to roll against him, in a slow and steady rhythm. The thin fabric of your bikini bottoms was no help. His hard-on pressed into you, which only drew another soft whine from you against his lips.

He pinned you in a downwards motion further against him, you could feel nearly every part of him. A low hum escaped him, the sound vibrating between your lips.

The kiss was urgent, reckless, and laced with frustration. It was the kind of kiss that came from being so frustrated with each other, yet unable to ignore the need between you.

He brings his hands to your chest, framing your breasts and squeezing them.

Before you could react, he started planting kisses along the crook of your neck. Shivers sent down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms.

You slowly gave in to the moment, his lips trailing along the exposed column of your neck.

He found the sweet spot just beneath your ear, pressing a trail of delicate kisses there before lingering for a moment longer. Sucking onto the delicate skin.

For a moment, you lost all sense of reality. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hips continued their steady rhythm against him. You tipped your head back slightly, giving him more room.

He let out a soft groan against you, and the sound alone was enough to make your knees lock.

You had such a weakness for the groans and whimpers that slipped past his lips. Every one of them made you melt a little further into him. He had never been too shy about letting you know exactly how good you made him feel.

Before you could fully register what was happening, his arm slipped around your waist and he turned, taking you with him. A second later, your back met the soft mattress as he settled above you.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his lips found yours again. The urgency had faded, but the intensity behind it remained.

In response, your hands slid up the back of his neck, your fingers threading into the hair at his nape. The moment you tightened your grip, a low sound escaped him. His brows drew together as he pulled back just enough to break the kiss, his breath fanning across your lips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, as though trying to gather himself before being drawn right back in.

You caught one of his hands, moving it with deliberate slowness as you held his gaze. Guiding it past your abdomen, you felt his fingertips graze your skin. Without looking away, you tilted his hand inward and drew him closer, pulling him flush against your heat. The closeness sent a rush of warmth through you, and judging by the look in his eyes, he felt it too.

His fingers flatten under yours as you drag them against your bikini bottoms, forcing him to feel the heavy pool of arousal at your entrance.

“You feel that, Mikey?” you whispered against his lips, desperate not to completely unravel in front of him.

His bottom lip slipped free from between his teeth, his attention entirely consumed by you as his fingers move along you. “Shit- you’re soaking wet, baby.”

“M’so wet… so needy for you.” you cooed, your thighs fighting to stay open beneath his touch.

He let out a quiet hum against your lips before leaning in again, as though he was taking a moment to dwell over what you’d just said. His throbbing cock twitched at the sound of your soft voice.

His fingers dipped beneath your bikini bottoms, slowly pulling them aside, suddenly exposed to the cold air. Your pussy was glistening with arousal, a sight that had him nearly salivating.

Before he could reach for you, your hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist. His eyes immediately flicked up to yours. “No,” you whispered, giving him a small pout. “Not until you say you’re sorry.”

You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his gaze lingering on yours. “Mm.” A smile tugged at his lips. “You gonna keep looking at me like that until you get what you want?”

He slowly started to realize you weren’t letting him off easily, not this time.

You pull his hand back, the fabric of the bikini bottoms snapping back into place against your skin.

But before either of you got the chance to speak there was a knock at the door. “Michael?”

It only took you a few seconds to realize who was on the other side of the door. You look back and forth between Michael’s eyes, shooting him a warning glance, a way of telling him he better choose his next move very carefully.

“Michael!” The knocking continued. “Honey, come out for a second. I want to give you something before I leave.” Diana’s voice was muffled through the door.

You watched the hesitation flicker in his eyes, shooting him a look that clearly said, don’t even think about it. But judging by the way he hesitated, it was obvious he’d already thought about it.

She’d been all over him the entire day, and now that you finally had a few minutes alone with him, she was knocking on his bedroom door, asking him to come out. Nothing could’ve made you angrier in that moment.

He let out a breath of frustration, his eyes falling shut as his forehead dropped onto your shoulder for a moment.

“One second!” Michael yells out.

You felt a surge of frustration rush through you. “Asshole,” you muttered out, shoving him off of you before he could say a word. You pushed yourself off the edge of the bed and made your way towards his closet.

“Baby, c’mon.” He defended, lifting himself up slightly. “She’s standing right outside the door. What am I supposed to do, pretend nobody’s in here?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you threw open the closet door. Without a second thought, you snatched one of his T-shirts and slipped it over your head.

As you turned on your heel to walk past him and toward the door, a hand wrapped gently around your wrist. Before you could get very far, he tugged you back in front of him.

“Mama, c’mon,” he sighed, his voice softening. “Just wait here, alright? I’ll say goodbye and be back before you know it.”

A fake smile tugs at your lips. Your arms were crossed at your chest before you started to slowly you ease your way down, placing your palms onto his knees while keep your body up right. You look between his eyes, watching the tension build.

“You can stay…” You paused. “But I won’t be here when you come back.” You shook your head. “Because as long as she’s around,” Your gaze flicked toward the door. “Poor Michael, won’t be able to… touch… feel… or taste, his girlfriend. Not for a very long, long, long, time.”

A heavy silence settles between you, thick and warm. He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth, tracking the slight curve of your smile.

You grab a pillow from the bed and toss it into his lap. He catches it on instinct, looking down at it for a second, using it to cover his hard on.

You move away from him and pull the door open. There she was, standing on the other side. Her eyes immediately landed on you, surprise flashing across her face as she looked down at you, as though she had no idea the two of you were in there together.

You brush past her on your way out, your shoulder bumping against hers as you pass. You don’t spare her a second glance, continuing down the hall without breaking stride.

''𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿' 𝗽𝘁. 𝟮 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.ᐟ

୨୧ 𝗈𝗍𝗐!𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | m. list

— “𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋” 𝖻𝗒 ‘𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌’ 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 & 𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴…)

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇

it had started with janet.

it always started with janet.

“you’re coming tonight,” she’d said over the phone earlier that week, not even giving you a chance to decline.

“janet—”

“nope. no excuses. i don’t care if you’re tired or if your cat learned how to talk. you’re coming.”

you laughed. “i don’t even have a cat.”

“exactly. see you friday.”

so there you were. backstage at the destiny tour.

the venue buzzed around you in a way that felt almost unreal. crew members hurried past carrying equipment, stagehands spoke into headsets, and distant cheers filtered through the walls as thousands of fans settled into their seats.

janet sat cross-legged beside you in a folding chair, peeling the label off a soda bottle.

“you nervous?” she asked.

“for what?”

“being around all this.” she gestured vaguely.

you shrugged. “not really.”

before janet could respond, movement caught your attention.

michael emerged from farther down the hallway.

he looked beautiful under the fluorescent lights. dark curls framing his face, costume pressed neatly.

he glanced up, his eyes landed on you.

and immediately widened.

you smiled, waving.

“hi, michael.”

“oh—” he blinked, looking you up and down. you were wearing a cream trench-style jacket with a belted waist and oversized lapels. you paired it with a brown pinstripe mini skirt with ruffle and lace-up detailing across the waistband, along with dark brown knee-high boots. your naturally curly, voluminous hair fell just right below your shoulders, framing your face perfectly with your baby hairs laid.

“hi.”

he continued walking — directly into a stack of equipment cases.

janet stared.

michael stumbled backward.

“i’m okay,” he muttered quickly, face turning pink before disappearing around the corner.

“…interesting,” janet mumbled.

you frowned. “what?”

“nothing.”

“janet.”

“nothing.”

you narrowed your eyes, but she still refused to elaborate.

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by the time the lights dimmed, the entire arena erupted. the screams were deafening.

janet grabbed your hand, excitement practically radiating from her.

“this is my favorite part.”

the brothers took the stage to roaring applause.

and michael,

pretty much transformed.

gone was the shy boy who couldn’t make eye contact for more than three seconds backstage. under the spotlight, he became a superstar.

he danced effortlessly, smiling here and there, and took over the stage like he usually did. you couldn’t help smiling.

janet bumped your shoulder.

“told you.”

song after song blurred together beneath flashing lights and endless applause.

until the familiar opening notes of “dreamer” floated through the arena.

across the stage, michael adjusted his grip on the microphone, then began to sing. his voice wrapped itself around the lyrics with an ache that made your chest tighten.

there was something different about it, something quieter; more vulnerable.

his gaze swept across the crowd.

fans screamed, arms waved, camera flashes sparkled like stars.

then — “a romantic fool….

thats what i am. i think about you all day long.”

his eyes found yours as his brothers sang the chorus.

you blinked. for a moment, you assumed it was coincidence. there were thousands of people, he couldn’t have been looking at you. right?

he looked away, continued singing. you relaxed.

until it happened again.

“i just can't wait, ‘til i go to sleep

i’ll be with you, all night long.”

his gaze returned to you as his brothers sang the chorus again.

if anything, he looked startled each time your eyes met. as though he’d forgotten you could actually catch him staring.

janet slowly turned her head.

looked at you, then looked back at michael.

who was singing directly toward your section.

looked back at you.

“it's fantasy, i just like to share these moments together.”

“…oh my god.”

you frowned. “what?”

she grabbed your arm. hard.

“oh my god.”

“janet.”

“look at him!”

“i am looking at him.”

“no. look at him.”

you opened your mouth to argue, then stopped.

because michael wasn’t scanning the audience.

he wasn’t performing for the crowd.

he was looking at you — performing for you, eyes dropping shyly whenever you noticed.

blushing beneath stage lights.

the realization sent warmth rushing through you.

“janet—”

“that song is about you.”

your heart nearly stopped. “what?”

“that song is about you.”

“don’t be ridiculous.”

“i’m serious!”

“janet—”

“he has looked over here literally the entire song!”

you glanced back toward the stage.

michael reached the chorus.

his voice remained steady. his hands did not.

even from where you sat, you noticed the way his fingers tightened around the microphone whenever he looked your way. as though gathering courage, making your pulse flutter; because suddenly, moments from the past few months replayed differently.

the way he laughed too hard at your jokes.

the way conversations with you always ended with pink cheeks and nervous smiles.

how he’d volunteer to walk you to janet’s room only to stand awkwardly in the doorway afterward.

how his brothers exchanged knowing looks whenever you entered the room.

you swallowed. no. surely not.

then michael looked over again.

and this time,

you didn’t look away.

instead, you smiled. just for him.

the effect was immediate.

his eyes widened.

he missed his cue, causing marlon to elbow him sharply. michael startled before recovering, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

janet made a strangled sound beside you.

“oh, he’s gone.”

“janet.”

“he’s in love with you.”

your face burned. “he is not.”

she pointed toward the stage.

michael, somehow still singing flawlessly, couldn’t stop smiling.

the grin lingered for the remainder of the song.

it softened his features. made him glow.

and every now and then,

he looked at you again.

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backstage after the show was chaos.

crew members celebrated, voices overlapped, the brothers laughed about missed choreography and costume mishaps.

you stood near janet, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of your heart.

then michael appeared, still flushed from performing.

still so beautiful.

he froze when he noticed you. janet’s eyes lit up.

too late, you realized exactly what expression she wore. the expression of someone about to cause problems.

“so,” she said loudly.

michael blinked.

“…so?”

“how long have you been in love with my best friend?”

everything stopped. michael’s entire face went crimson.

“janet!”

“michael joseph jackson!”

“janet!”

you stared. janet stared.

michael stared at the floor.

“…i’m going to kill you,” he whispered.

“you sang dreamer to her in front of thousands of people!”

“i did not!”

“you absolutely did!”

silence.

your voice came out softer than intended.

“…dreamer?”

michael froze.

to him, the room suddenly felt very small. he looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours. all traces of embarrassment remained.

but beneath it, there was honesty.

he glanced toward janet, toward his brothers, then back at you.

“…yeah,” he admitted quietly.

your breath caught.

he rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. “i didn’t mean for anybody to know.”

“michael—”

“i just…” he laughed weakly. “i wrote it because i thought that’s all it’d ever be.”

your eyebrows knitted together. “what?”

he looked down. “a dream.” his voice barely rose above a whisper.

“you and janet were always together. and you’re…” he shook his head, smiling shyly. “you’re you.”

you stared at him.

“and i’m me.” his cheeks darkened.

“yeah.”

something inside your chest ached. despite sold-out arenas and screaming fans and stage lights bright enough to rival the stars,

he looked at you like he couldn’t understand why you’d ever choose him.

you stepped closer.

“michael.”

he finally met your gaze.

“i’m really glad janet made me come tonight.”

his expression shifted into 3 emotions in 5 seconds; hope, disbelief, joy.

“…you are?”

you smiled again, just like when he was performing the song. just for him.

“yeah.”

for a second, he simply stared.

then —

he smiled back.

behind you, janet shrieked.

“I KNEW IT!”

michael buried his face in his hands. “janet!”

“don’t janet me! i have been waiting months for this!” you laughed, michael looking up at the sound.

and just like he had during “dreamer,”

he looked at you as though the entire world had disappeared around him.

“…so,” he said shyly, “would you maybe wanna…go out with me sometime?”

janet gasped dramatically.

you smiled. “i’d love to.”

michael blinked.

“…really?”

you laughed. “really.”

his answering grin was so bright it rivaled every spotlight he’d stood beneath that night.

and somewhere down the hallway, janet was already planning exactly how she’d tell la toya she had to ‘pay up’ $10.

michael jackson x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: michael comes home late after a long night at the studio, looking forward to just lay in bed and snuggle up to you, his lover. but to his surprise, he finds you.... baking apple tarts at midnight?

CONTENT: fluff, suggestive content but no actual smut, established relationship between michael and reader, i had dangerous era!michael in my mind while making this but feel free to imagine whatever you want.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i was bored all day and had nothing better to do so i just sat down and wrote this in one sitting so this is probably buns LMFAOO this is also NOT proofread so i apologize for any mistakes. again, i dont use ai and i do not consent to any of my work being used to train ai, so if u think i write stuff way too fast, i be surprising myself as well lol this is just a one time thing cause i dont have anything going on rn.

WORD COUNT: 1,362

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1980, Hayvenhurst

Laughter fills Michael’s room as the two of you joke around and talk on the floor of his bedroom. This was the Norm for you, it was something you’d always look forward to even on the worst days. He’d always figured out a way to make your day just a little bit brighter. While you continued to speak about whatever came to your mind, the sound of rain began pounding against the window. It caught the two of you off guard, and you sighed deeply.

"Aw, man," You sigh softly. "Kinda wanted to go see your animals today." Michael chuckled, giving you a sad smile before nodding.

"Well, you get to see Bubbles," Michael spoke- his soft-spoken voice always sending butterflies in your stomach. The two of you had been friends for a while, since your preteen years. And that feeling never went away, you never wanted it to.

Nodding in agreement, you brush off your pants and start to look around his room. There were a bunch of things that you hadn’t payed much attention to before even though you’d been over a thousand times. His off-the-wall album plastered on the wall, his Jackson 5 albums scattered everywhere. And a box of board games in the corner of his closet.

You smile, opening the closet a bit more to grab them out, then walk back over to him and set them down. "Since we’re gonna be stuck here a while," You start, looking at him with a grin. "We should play some board games, ain’t nothin' really else to do."

It seemed your suggestion caught him a bit off guard, and he quickly scooted over to you. You could tell he’d been wanting to play, but didn’t have anyone to play with. As you dig through the pile, carefully place the ones that didn’t look interesting on the side of the box. Suddenly, your fingers graze over Twister- a game you’d enjoyed playing even at your big age.

"Oh, Mike, you wanna play Twister? I know it’s kinda childish considering how old we are-" "Let’s play it!" He said excitedly, his grin widening slightly as you nodded and began to set it up.

After it was set up, you stare at it on the ground, the material lifted off the ground a bit and the spinner sat in the middle. Before you could even think, Michael grabbed the spinner and spun it. "Really? " Not even a 'ladies first'?" you scoff playfully as he shakes his head with an evil smile and puts his right arm on the red. With a slight laugh, you follow suit before snatching the spinner from his hands and watching as it spins around before landing on right leg- green.

"Whoever falls first, has to buy the other ice cream." Michael grinned, causing you to roll your eyes in playfulness you hand the game piece back to him. "Oh, you’re on, Mr Jackson."

"Left leg, orange!" Michael says, as the two of you stretch your legs over the colors. As the spinner moved again, it landed on "Right arm, red!" You laugh as the two of you struggle to make it to the other side.

You loved leaving the adult life behind even if it was just for a moment and Michael always brought out your inner child. That’s what you liked most about him, how he always made you feel special even when he didn’t try to. It was always like that with the two of you, and you wanted it to stay that way for as long as it could. "Left arm, green!" he says, and as you tried to make your way over to the color, your body was already twisted over his, and then THUMP the two of you came crashing down- you landed on top of his back and he laughed underneath you, his laughter making you burst into laughter.

As the two of you stand up, he looks at you. He smiled brightly, a real; genuine smile on his face. Staring at each other for what felt like forever, catching your breath, Michael hugs you tightly- the interaction catching you completely off guard. As he pulled back, a small smile formed on your own lips. "What was that for?"

"Nothin' just… thank you. For being my friend, and never leaving my side." He says, " Your heart flutters with joy and you nod. "Of course, Michael."

"I really mean it, Y/N. Every time I go out there, all those people see is just Michael Jackson and not Michael. But you do, you see all of me. I really really thank you." Michael admits, causing you to bite your lip.

"I should thank you too then," You mutter. He only looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "You help me forget things… Like bills, working, annoying people. You always have."

"Well you’re welcome."

Smiling at each other like flustered teenagers, you hadn’t noticed how close the two of you were. Your breathing was mingled together as you stared into each other’s eyes before you felt lips attach to yours. Michael kissed you slowly, like he was trying to figure out if you were real or just his imagination and when he pulled back, your hand rested on his chest- feeling the speeding of his heartbeat. "I’m sorry I didn’t mean-" "It’s okay…"

It was a bit awkward after that, you didn’t know what to say to him and you couldn’t make eye contact. But instead you shake your head to ease the awkwardness and grin again- "You owe me Ice cream by the way."

"What? You fell on top of me!" Michael laughs, and you shrug. "You could’ve moved out the way!"

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