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This is a backstory draft to this story just see to if I even like it or not 💔late the Jacksons era Michael to Bad Era Michael
Content: Painter Reader x Bad Era Michael , this story will contain fluff and smut!!!
Summary: Your an ex singing idol who used to do the opener for “The Jacksons” Destiny and Triumph Tour. You and Michael were really good friends until you quit singing to pursue your true love which is art, and luckily enough you succeed in the career. Now you’re known for doing personal requests for celebrities. One day you get a call from your old friend Michael asking if you could paint a portrait of him.
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-Triumph Tour 1981-
The crowd’s screams still echoed faintly through the arena walls.
The concert had ended almost an hour ago, but the energy always seemed to linger afterward.
You sat on a stack of equipment cases near the side of the stage, your performance outfit still on, a sketchbook balanced on your knees.
Most opening acts spent their downtime networking or celebrating.
You spent yours drawing.
As usual.
The sound of a familiar voice interrupted your concentration. “There you are.”
You looked up and smiled.
“Hey, Mikey.”
Michael walked over, fresh from changing out of his stage clothes. Even after performing for thousands of people, he somehow still found time to seek you out.
Not that you thought much of it.
Michael was friendly with everyone.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
“What’re you drawing?” he asked.
You turned the sketchbook toward him.
A detailed sketch of the stage.
The lighting rigs.
The speakers.
The crowd barriers.
Michael laughed.
“Everybody else draws people”
“I like structures.”
“How about you draw me up there dancing”
“You dance way to fast for me to even catch a glimpse of your movements”
“Oh whatever, excuses”
You grinned.
The two of you had fallen into an easy friendship over the months you’d spent opening for The Jacksons on tour.
What had started as casual conversations backstage had somehow become a routine.
Every night after performances, Michael would find you.
Every night, you’d talk.
About music.
About life.
About absolutely nothing.
And neither of you ever seemed to get tired of it.
Tonight, though, something felt different.
You stared at your sketchbook for a moment before quietly closing it.
Michael immediately noticed.
His smile softened.
“What’s wrong?”
You sighed.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Uh-huh.”
You laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re avoiding the question.”
You looked down.
Suddenly nervous.
Michael sat beside you.
Waiting.
Eventually, you gathered enough courage to speak.
“I made a decision.”
His stomach tightened.
“What kind of decision?”
You hesitated.
Then finally said it.
“After this tour, I’m leaving music.”
Silence.
The words seemed to stop the world for a second.
Michael blinked.
“…Leaving?”
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
He stared at you.
Certain he’d heard wrong.
“You mean taking a break?”
“No.”
You offered a small smile.
“I mean leaving.”
The knot in his chest tightened.
“But you love singing.”
“I do.”
You looked down at your hands.
“But not the way I love painting.”
Michael felt his heart sink.
Of course.
Painting.
The one thing you talked about almost as much as music.
The sketchbooks.
The galleries.
The paint covered hands.
The dreams you’d been quietly carrying around for years.
Part of him had always known this day would come.
He just hadn’t expected it to feel like this.
You continued nervously.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
Michael swallowed.
Trying not to show how much this conversation was affecting him.
Because selfishly, all he could think about was what this meant.
No more waiting backstage for your set to finish.
No more laughing together between rehearsals.
No more finding excuses to spend time with you after shows.
No more seeing you every day.
The realization hurt more than it should have.
Especially because he’d never even told you why.
You were completely oblivious.
Always had been.
Whenever he lingered around you.
Whenever he remembered tiny details about things you’d mentioned months ago.
Whenever he found reasons to seek you out.
You just assumed that was what friends did.
And maybe that was for the best.
Now more than ever.
Because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilty about following your dream.
So he smiled.
Even though it felt difficult.
“That’s amazing.”
Your eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The smile became more genuine.
Because despite everything, he meant it.
“You’ve wanted this forever.”
Relief washed across your face.
“I was worried you’d think I was crazy.”
Michael laughed softly.
“Trust me.”
Of all people, he understood what it felt like to chase the thing that made your heart come alive.
“You should do it.”
You looked at him hopefully.
“You think I can?”
Michael didn’t even hesitate.
“I know you can.”
Your smile lit up the room.
And for a moment, Michael forgot how much his chest hurt.
Because seeing you happy had always done that.
You stood up suddenly and threw your arms around him.
“Thank you”
Michael froze for a split second.
Then hugged you back.
Trying not to hold on too tightly.
Trying not to think about how much he was going to miss this.
You pulled away, completely unaware of the storm behind his calm expression.
“I’ll still visit.”
The promise made him smile.
“Good.”
“And you’ll come see my gallery someday.”
“I better get free tickets.”
You laughed.
“You absolutely will.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
You held out your hand.
Michael looked at it for a second before shaking it.
A simple gesture.
Yet somehow it felt important.
Like the end of one chapter.
And the beginning of another.
A crew member called your name from across the arena.
You turned toward the sound.
“Guess I should go.”
Michael nodded.
“Yeah.”
You started walking away.
Then glanced back with a grin.
“Thanks, Mikey.”
“Anytime.”
You disappeared through the doorway.
And only then did Michael let the smile fade.
The arena suddenly felt much larger.
Much quieter.
He looked down at the sketchbook you’d accidentally left behind on the equipment case.
Opening it carefully.
Page after page of drawings.
Stages.
Crowds.
Lights.
Tour buses.
Memories.
Then he stopped.
A sketch stared back at him.
It was him.
Sitting backstage one afternoon.
Head bent over a notebook.Completely unaware you were drawing him.
Michael smiled sadly.
“Yeah,” he whispered to the empty room.
“You’re gonna be amazing.”
Then he closed the sketchbook and sat there alone for a while, trying to be happy for you.
And trying not to think about how much he was going to miss you.
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-Bad Era 1988-
The phone rang just as you were cleaning paint from your brushes.
You glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight.
Most people knew better than to call you this late.
“Hello?”
For a moment, there was only static.
Then a familiar voice.
“Hey, it’s Michael.”
You froze.
Not because you didn’t recognize him. You would have recognized that voice anywhere.
You hadn’t heard from him in a while , after the success of thriller his career really took off, and access to him wasn’t as easy anymore.
“Michael?” You laughed. “You still remember I exist?”
His laugh came through the receiver, soft and genuine.
“Come on. You know I do.”
For a moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.
This is a backstory to this story just see to if I even like it or not 💔late the Jacksons era Michael to Bad Era Michael
Content: Painter Reader x Bad Era Michael , this story will contain fluff and smut!!!
Summary: Your an ex singing idol who used to do the opener for “The Jacksons” Destiny and Triumph Tour. You and Michael were really good friends until you quit singing to pursue your true love which is art, and luckily enough you succeed in the career. Now you’re known for doing personal requests for celebrities. One day you get a call from your old friend Michael asking if you could paint a portrait of him.
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-Triumph Tour 1981-
The crowd’s screams still echoed faintly through the arena walls.
The concert had ended almost an hour ago, but the energy always seemed to linger afterward.
You sat on a stack of equipment cases near the side of the stage, your performance outfit still on, a sketchbook balanced on your knees.
Most opening acts spent their downtime networking or celebrating.
You spent yours drawing.
As usual.
The sound of a familiar voice interrupted your concentration. “There you are.”
You looked up and smiled.
“Hey, Mikey.”
Michael walked over, fresh from changing out of his stage clothes. Even after performing for thousands of people, he somehow still found time to seek you out.
Not that you thought much of it.
Michael was friendly with everyone.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
“What’re you drawing?” he asked.
You turned the sketchbook toward him.
A detailed sketch of the stage.
The lighting rigs.
The speakers.
The crowd barriers.
Michael laughed.
“Everybody else draws people”
“I like structures.”
“How about you draw me up there dancing”
“You dance way to fast for me to even catch a glimpse of your movements”
“Oh whatever, excuses”
You grinned.
The two of you had fallen into an easy friendship over the months you’d spent opening for The Jacksons on tour.
What had started as casual conversations backstage had somehow become a routine.
Every night after performances, Michael would find you.
Every night, you’d talk.
About music.
About life.
About absolutely nothing.
And neither of you ever seemed to get tired of it.
Tonight, though, something felt different.
You stared at your sketchbook for a moment before quietly closing it.
Michael immediately noticed.
His smile softened.
“What’s wrong?”
You sighed.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Uh-huh.”
You laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re avoiding the question.”
You looked down.
Suddenly nervous.
Michael sat beside you.
Waiting.
Eventually, you gathered enough courage to speak.
“I made a decision.”
His stomach tightened.
“What kind of decision?”
You hesitated.
Then finally said it.
“After this tour, I’m leaving music.”
Silence.
The words seemed to stop the world for a second.
Michael blinked.
“…Leaving?”
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
He stared at you.
Certain he’d heard wrong.
“You mean taking a break?”
“No.”
You offered a small smile.
“I mean leaving.”
The knot in his chest tightened.
“But you love singing.”
“I do.”
You looked down at your hands.
“But not the way I love painting.”
Michael felt his heart sink.
Of course.
Painting.
The one thing you talked about almost as much as music.
The sketchbooks.
The galleries.
The paint covered hands.
The dreams you’d been quietly carrying around for years.
Part of him had always known this day would come.
He just hadn’t expected it to feel like this.
You continued nervously.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
Michael swallowed.
Trying not to show how much this conversation was affecting him.
Because selfishly, all he could think about was what this meant.
No more waiting backstage for your set to finish.
No more laughing together between rehearsals.
No more finding excuses to spend time with you after shows.
No more seeing you every day.
The realization hurt more than it should have.
Especially because he’d never even told you why.
You were completely oblivious.
Always had been.
Whenever he lingered around you.
Whenever he remembered tiny details about things you’d mentioned months ago.
Whenever he found reasons to seek you out.
You just assumed that was what friends did.
And maybe that was for the best.
Now more than ever.
Because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilty about following your dream.
So he smiled.
Even though it felt difficult.
“That’s amazing.”
Your eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The smile became more genuine.
Because despite everything, he meant it.
“You’ve wanted this forever.”
Relief washed across your face.
“I was worried you’d think I was crazy.”
Michael laughed softly.
“Trust me.”
Of all people, he understood what it felt like to chase the thing that made your heart come alive.
“You should do it.”
You looked at him hopefully.
“You think I can?”
Michael didn’t even hesitate.
“I know you can.”
Your smile lit up the room.
And for a moment, Michael forgot how much his chest hurt.
Because seeing you happy had always done that.
You stood up suddenly and threw your arms around him.
“Thank you”
Michael froze for a split second.
Then hugged you back.
Trying not to hold on too tightly.
Trying not to think about how much he was going to miss this.
You pulled away, completely unaware of the storm behind his calm expression.
“I’ll still visit.”
The promise made him smile.
“Good.”
“And you’ll come see my gallery someday.”
“I better get free tickets.”
You laughed.
“You absolutely will.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
You held out your hand.
Michael looked at it for a second before shaking it.
A simple gesture.
Yet somehow it felt important.
Like the end of one chapter.
And the beginning of another.
A crew member called your name from across the arena.
You turned toward the sound.
“Guess I should go.”
Michael nodded.
“Yeah.”
You started walking away.
Then glanced back with a grin.
“Thanks, Mikey.”
“Anytime.”
You disappeared through the doorway.
And only then did Michael let the smile fade.
The arena suddenly felt much larger.
Much quieter.
He looked down at the sketchbook you’d accidentally left behind on the equipment case.
Opening it carefully.
Page after page of drawings.
Stages.
Crowds.
Lights.
Tour buses.
Memories.
Then he stopped.
A sketch stared back at him.
It was him.
Sitting backstage one afternoon.
Head bent over a notebook.Completely unaware you were drawing him.
Michael smiled sadly.
“Yeah,” he whispered to the empty room.
“You’re gonna be amazing.”
Then he closed the sketchbook and sat there alone for a while, trying to be happy for you.
And trying not to think about how much he was going to miss you.
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-Bad Era 1988-
The phone rang just as you were cleaning paint from your brushes.
You glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight.
Most people knew better than to call you this late.
“Hello?”
For a moment, there was only static.
Then a familiar voice.
“Hey, it’s Michael.”
You froze.
Not because you didn’t recognize him. You would have recognized that voice anywhere.
You hadn’t heard from him in a while , after the success of thriller his career really took off, and access to him wasn’t as easy anymore.
“Michael?” You laughed. “You still remember I exist?”
His laugh came through the receiver, soft and genuine.
“Come on. You know I do.”
For a moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.
~(Part 4) The Sweetest Thing on Hayvenhurst Street~
Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- Vet Reader x Michael , Smut starts right at the beginning🌶️ , Smut to fluff, Oral sex , making out, fingering,. Don’t worry guys this story still is cute LOL ( sorry for the delay my WiFi went out so I couldn’t post UGH. also got a little carried away👀 ) pay attention to the ending🤫part 5 if anyone wants it??
Summary: You and Michael share a sexual Intimate moment which further expands the relationship once more. Later that week Michael invites you to go to a roller skating party and at the end of the night he asks you a very important question.
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Michael exhales shakily as your fingers trail lower, easing the fabric apart one button at a time. Every touch feels deliberate, almost teasing, and he can’t decide whether the anticipation or the closeness is what makes his pulse race harder.
His eyes stay fixed on yours, half-lidded, breath uneven. The room feels smaller somehow, quieter, until all he can focus on is the warmth of your hands brushing against his skin. Even the slightest contact sends a thrill through him, leaving him dizzy with want.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he murmurs, though the smile tugging at his lips gives him away completely.
And still, you take your time.
After you finish unbuttoning his shirt, Michael tosses it aside like it’s nothing, even though it was fairly expensive.
The way he looks down at you, his eyes so pretty, so full of want, sends a shiver through you.
It’s a look you’ve never seen from him before, but God, does it do something to you.
You cup his face with one hand, your heart beating out of your chest. Michael immediately turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm; every chance he gets, he wants to kiss you.
“Michael,” you whisper softly, “I want you to undress me.”
For a second, he just looked at you..
Michael swallowed shakily before lifting one hand carefully toward your face.
His fingertips brushed softly along your cheek first.
Then lower.
Trailing down your neck slowly enough to make your breath hitch.
“You sure?” he asked quietly.
The question melted you instantly.
Even now.
Even with the tension between you practically suffocating the room.
He still checked.
Still made sure.
You nodded softly.
And Michael exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.
His hands moved carefully afterward, almost reverently, settling against the oversized shirt hanging loosely over your body — his shirt.
The sight alone nearly destroyed him.
Especially knowing what rested underneath it.
His fingers trembled slightly against the fabric before he slowly began lifting the shirt upward.
Not rushed.
Never rushed.
Michael took his time with everything involving you.
The hem slid gradually higher along your thighs, fingertips grazing your skin accidentally every few seconds and sending warmth flooding through both of you.
Your pulse pounded harder the higher the shirt rose.
Meanwhile Michael’s thoughts had become a complete mess.
Because every inch of skin revealed beneath the golden lamplight felt overwhelming to him somehow.
Beautiful in a way that made his chest ache.
He lifted the shirt slowly over your waist.
Then your ribs.
Then finally over your head entirely.
And for a moment-
Michael just stared.
Not crudely.
Not greedily.
Like he couldn’t fully process that someone this beautiful was sitting here looking at him with so much trust and affection in her eyes.
The soft red lingerie against your skin nearly unraveled him completely.
Especially because red was his favorite color.
You noticed his expression immediately.
The way his lips parted slightly.
The way his eyes darkened with want before softening all over again.
Michael stepped closer slowly until his knees brushed the edge of the bed between yours.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured softly.
Your fingers slipped into his curls again instinctively, and Michael nearly melted against you immediately.
He loved that.
Loved it so much.
His forehead rested briefly against your shoulder while he tried unsuccessfully to steady his breathing.
But the moment your fingers gently scratched at the nape of his neck?
Michael looked up at you again with a completely different expression.
Still soft.
Still loving.
But now there was something more confident underneath it too.
Like desire had finally overridden his nervousness just enough to let another side of him surface.
A quieter kind of dominance.
Not forceful.
Protective.
Intentional.
The kind that made your stomach flip violently.
Michael’s hands slid carefully along your thighs while holding eye contact with you the entire time.
Slow enough to make the tension almost unbearable
Michael’s hands slid carefully along your thighs while holding eye contact with you the entire time.
Slow enough to make the tension almost unbearable.
His fingertips brushed lightly against the edges of your panties before pausing there for a second, silently asking permission even without words. The look in his eyes alone made your stomach tighten ,patient, affectionate, but so obviously overwhelmed by wanting you.
When you gave the tiniest nod, Michael hooked his fingers gently beneath the fabric and tugged softly.
The gesture alone felt impossibly intimate.
You lifted yourself slightly off the bed to help him, your breath catching as Michael slowly guided the red panties down your legs with almost ridiculous care.
And instead of tossing them carelessly aside afterward, he folded them loosely in his hands for a moment before setting them carefully beside you against the blankets.
Like they mattered.
Like you mattered.
The sweetness of the gesture nearly melted your heart entirely.
Then your eyes drifted downward instinctively.
And immediately your face flushed hot.
Because Michael’s pants did absolutely nothing to hide how affected he was right now.
The obvious bulge beneath the dark fabric made your breath hitch softly, and the second Michael noticed where you were looking, embarrassment flooded across his face instantly.
“Oh God-”
He laughed nervously under his breath while quickly covering himself with both hands, turning his head away shyly.
His cheeks had gone completely pink.
“You weren’t supposed to notice that,” he mumbled, still half laughing from embarrassment.
You raise an eyebrow with a sly smile “How was a not?”
This only made him even more attractive somehow.
Because despite everything happening between you right now, Michael still became adorably flustered whenever he realized how much power you had over him.
Meanwhile Michael’s thoughts had become completely scrambled.
Because you looked breathtaking stretched out beneath him like this.
Your bra half undone.
Your flower (as Michael would like to call it) so pretty, wet, and warm against the sheets while looking at him with those soft eyes that always made his chest ache.
And God.
The vulnerability of the moment overwhelmed him almost as much as the desire did.
Michael glanced back at you finally, biting back another embarrassed smile.
“You look like…” He shook his head softly, almost disbelievingly. “Like a beautiful, sexy painting or something.”
The sincerity in his voice hit harder than any smooth line could’ve.
He laughed quietly afterward, still trying unsuccessfully to hide the growing bulge beneath his hands..
You laughed and smiled so sweetly at him that Michael physically had to close his eyes for a second.
Because honestly?
He was trying very hard not to completely lose his mind over you.
You sit up as you pat the area next to on the bed motioning Michael to sit next to you “C’mere” you say softly
As soon as he sat down near the edge of the bed you get on your knees infront of him.
Michael’s breath caught as you knelt in front of him, your hands resting lightly against his knees. The room felt impossibly quiet except for the nervous rhythm of his breathing. When you looked up at him, soft and reassuring, the tension in his shoulders eased just a little.
“I want you to watch me, okay?” you whispered again.
He nodded immediately, unable to look away from you. There was trust in his expression now, mixed with awe, like he couldn’t believe this moment was real.
His pants are now to his ankles and his boxers are the only layer shielding his erection, a small spot was spread across his navy blue boxers
You look up at him for permission, this is something new, something so intimate that you two have yet to explore, you’ve only seen his clothed heat , never bare
He shakes his head so fast it could practically fall off, his eyes were practically begging you to uncloth his hardened heat, he needed it, he needed you.
You pull his boxers down, slowly not breaking eye contact, the heat of your bare skin against his sent tingles down Michael spine.
His heat , now unclothed and so hard it’s sticking straight up, making you raise your eyebrow yet again.
Where was he hiding this thing?
He was big.
You take his heat in your hands “It’s so pretty Michael” you say as you finally wrap your warm lips around his length.
Michael whimpered a bit, biting his lip so he wouldn’t release to much, but god was that just the beginning to how vocal he could be.
The feeling of your mouth around his length sent him into a state of euphoria,
and the feeling of him filling your mouth made your eyes roll back in response.
You start off slowly, motioning your head up and down on his length, trying to find a rhythm of movement
You work your tongue around his length and then push your head down so his tip could reach the back of your throat
It felt so good.
So so so good.
Magical even.
Michael could feel his high already approaching, his moans getting louder with each swift motion of his tip against your throat
He takes his hand that was gripping the sheets of his bed and covered his mouth, he didn’t know how much longer he could shield his constant groans.
You take the hand that he put on his mouth and placed it on your head. You then lift your head up making Michael whimper in response “ you sound so good, I want to hear you, please ” you say practically begging him to not hold back. He sounded so pretty , you wanted to hear every inch of him.
This was all he needed to hear.
As you move your head faster against his length, the blowjob becomes more sloppy, and more Michael gets more needy
Michael at first was being gentle, scared to make you choke or hurt you, but now he was pushing your head down making his tip hit the back of your throat more aggressively, making you groan in response
Hearing you making such a mess below him makes him throw his head back in pleasure “You feel so good baby, I’m sorry for being so rough you just feel so good” he moans softly now not caring how loud he was.
Michael could feel his climax coming any minute now as his heat throbs in your mouth, the feeling alone making your own heat shiver in response
You would stop for a bit and tease his tip with your tongue making Michael shake and plead. and every single time he would beg for you to keep going “I’m so close, please please don’t stop, I need it please”
You take one hand that was resting on his knee for support and starting stroking his length with it while your mouth was still around it making Michael practically pierce his lip with his teeth
The motion of your hand at the end of his shaft and your mouth at his tip sent him into bliss as he lifts your head up and starts stroking himself
He was so close and he thought it was distasteful if he came in your mouth, he didn’t want you to feel used
You grab his hand stopping him “I want to taste it Michael, let me taste you. it’s okay, I promise.” You say with a chuckle , you loved how careful he was being with you and didn’t mind reassuring him that being a little naughty was okay.
Michael chuckles “do your thing baby, I’m yours” he relaxes himself , staring at you with half lidded eyes, he no longer was overthinking about anything , he was going to let you do whatever you want, and whatever you wanted, he was okay with.
You cup your lips around his length once more , fast motions , spit sliding down his shaft to his balls leaving a overstimulating Michael into a state of euphoria yet again
Your eyes water as the intensity of the blowjob builds up again, making your mascara runny
The sight of you like that made him into a mess
He takes your head into his hand once more and pushes it down bucking his hips into your mouth “justlikethatjustlikethat, oh baby I’m gonna cum” He says sounding so pathetic but so sweet
He releases in your mouth as he moves his hand from your head to the sheets gripping them, biting his lip, saying so many naughty things at once your ears couldn’t even pick it up.
The feeling of his cum felt warm going down your throat , making your eyes roll back in pleasure once more , your heat so slick you could feel it all over your thighs.
You lift your head up and immediately he kisses you , tongue exploring your mouth, tasting himself in your mouth but he didn’t care , he didn’t care anymore , he needed to return the favor to you
He wanted to make you feel this good too, he lifts you up and sits you next to him on the edge of the bed and separates your legs with a gently tap
Michael no longer felt shy or embarrassed
The only feeling he felt was the need to please you
He takes his index and his middle finger and slowly teasing your clit , making your back arch in response
His middle finger making slow circles around it making you moan into Michael’s mouth
Once he realized that was making you feel good , he applied more pressure to your clit “She and you so sounds so pretty” he says as he sticks one finger inside your slick heat coating his finger in wetness.
His finger, so long and slender felt so good inside of you and the sound of his low groans against your neck as he kisses it makes you coat his fingers even more.
He then looks down at your chest, your bra basically almost off , you were such a mess from his fingers you hadn’t realized that one of your breast had been fully exposed.
His heart skipped a beat, they were beautiful, you were beautiful
“Can I?” Michael asks as he slips his finger out of your heat “Yes please” you say basically pleading him to release your final piece of clothing . You wanted to feel him all over your body, every single part of you needed to feel him.
You turn your back to him so he can unclip the final piece, the final layer , that will have you and Michael both fully exposed
Such an intimate moment , he kisses your shoulder as he slides the straps off your arms making you squeeze your thighs in anticipation.
He wanted to make sure that you knew that this was love that you two were making, nothing else but the purest form of it.
“Your so beautiful baby, lay in the bed, I want to make you feel good”
Those words alone send a shiver throughout your entire body
You get up from the edge of the bed and move to the middle , laying your head flat on the pillow and your legs propped up
He comes beside you and kisses your neck , it started off as little pecks until he got to your collar bone sucking on it making you whimper
He then moves to one of your breast taking your nipple in his mouth licking it slowly , looking at you with his big eyes looking to see if he was doing it right , for a sign of approval in your moans
He looked so pretty
He then begins to suck on it and you grab his free hand and put it on your chest signaling him to play with the other
He grabs it, No, he gropes the other one as he basically makes out with the other boob flicking his tongue faster around the nipple
He sends you in such a bliss that you started inprinting your nail marks in his arm
He didn’t mind it though
He took it as a sign he was doing something right
You shift your hips up again, your heat practically begging for friction once more “Michael please” you say as slight moans slip out
You wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth on your clit, no no needed it
Michael comes inbetween your thighs and kissed both of them slowly , giving you love bites on each one , making the friction you needed on your heat even more overbearing
He makes it near your heat and plants kisses all around it, licking around it, and then slightly licking your clit, making you shift your hips up in response
He was teasing you just like you teased him
You guess he’s not just competitive in board games
The teasing didn’t last for long though, Michael needed to taste you, he was hungry for what was right infront of him and he needed to return the favor
He lifts your legs a bit and slowly slides his tongue up and down your heat
He’d start at the bottom slowly sliding his tongue in and out , trying to see what felt good for you, he was new to this , he’d never done this before, so he was trying to see what felt good for you
He then makes it up to your clit flicking it with his tongue unexpectedly fast causing you to grab his hair in response and gasp
Your wetness coated his face as he buried his face in your heat , holding your legs to your chest
It was so soft and tasted so good
He couldn’t get enough of it
He was stiff as a rock, his head didn’t move from the perfect spot one bit making the feeling of ecstasy take over you
“Oh god Michael” you kept saying over and over , his tongue sliding effortlessly against your heat , making a mess of his sheets below
He brings your legs down a little and spreads your legs wider getting a better angle of your clit as he takes the tip of his tongue and flicks it fast across your heat, looking up again for your approval once more, causing you to let out the most euphoric moan ever, loud enough for someone walking by his door to hear
But at this point you and Michael didn’t care
You were getting closer and Michael so focused , so determined to make you cum didn’t move an inch , he just kept his eyes on you, he kept listening to how pretty you sounding as he absolutely devoured you. He loved that he was making you feel good.
You push your hips into Michael’s face shoving him deeper into your heat “Michael, oh god Michael, I’m cumming” you whisper scream as one hand grips his sheets and one a handful of his hair
He groans into your heat as you release all over his face
Me lifts his head up with a smile, but
before he could even say anything you two heard a shriek come from outside the door.
“MICHAEL” Katherine screams out like bloody murder “ Your snake got out the cage again please get him, HURRY” she shrieks as you two hear running foot steps from down the hall.
You two just look at each other and laugh, there’s no way you guys had just finished doing some pretty nasty things to each other and now he has to chase his pet snake around the house ?
“Coming Mother” Michael shouts softly , throwing on whatever clothes that was around him
Before he left out the door he gave you a kiss on the forehead “I love you so much, thank you for making me feel comfortable tonight” he says rubbing your cheek
When he comes back you two cuddle together you laying in his oversized t shirt and underwear and him laying with just his boxers on.
Michael brushed his thumb gently across your skin, his forehead resting against yours as a quiet smile tugged at his lips. The room felt softer somehow, wrapped in warmth and the lingering closeness between you both.
“I don’t think you realize what this means to me,” he murmured, voice low and sincere. “Being this close to you… not just physically, but emotionally too. You trusted me enough to share this with me, and I’m grateful for every second of it.”
His fingers intertwined with yours, holding on like he never wanted the moment to end. “It wasn’t just intimate because of what we did,” he continued softly. “It was intimate because it was you. The way you looked at me, the way you let yourself be vulnerable with me… I’ll remember that for a long time.”
Michael leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead before letting out a quiet breath against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For letting me have something this real with you.”
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A week after that night, life somehow felt even softer between you and Michael.
Every phone call felt sweeter.
Every goodbye harder.
And every moment apart now carried this constant ache underneath it because both of you had crossed into something deeper emotionally.
So when the phone rang one afternoon and Michael’s warm voice floated through the receiver, your entire mood brightened instantly.
“Hi baby,” he said softly.
Just hearing that nickname made your stomach flutter.
You smiled immediately, twirling the phone cord around your finger while laying across your bed.
“Hi.”
There was a tiny pause before Michael spoke again, and you could instantly tell he was nervous about asking something.
“So… there’s this roller skating birthday party for Jermaine next weekend here in Encino,” he explained carefully. “A bunch of people are gonna be there… my brothers are bringing their girls and some Motown artists are coming too.”
His voice softened afterward.
“And I really want you there with me.”
Your heart skipped.
Michael exhaled quietly on the other end before continuing honestly:
“I was worried about… y’know. Pictures. Stories. Paparazzi stuff.” He laughed nervously. “But honestly? I can’t imagine going without you.”
That melted you completely.
Because underneath all the fame and chaos, Michael still sounded like a nervous boyfriend asking a girl to a party.
You sat up instantly on your bed grinning.
“Michael, I do not care what people say as long as we know what we have.”
Silence.
Then the softest happiest sigh left him.
God.
You had no idea what those words did to him.
Because Michael spent so much of his life worrying about outside opinions, headlines, expectations-
But with you?
Everything always felt simpler.
Safer.
“You’ll come?” he asked softly.
“Yes!” you practically squealed.
The second the call ended you collapsed backward dramatically onto your mattress kicking your feet in excitement.
Because this felt important somehow.
Not sneaking around.
Not secret little nights hidden away at his house.
A real outing.
Together.
Publicly.
As a couple.
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The entire week crawled by painfully slowly afterward.
And by Saturday evening your nerves were absolutely destroying you.
You stood in your room staring at yourself in the mirror for what had to be the hundredth time.
Your outfit was casual but adorable, a soft red fitted sweater tucked into high-waisted dark denim jeans that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with white roller-skating socks and shiny red sneakers. Small gold hoop earrings framed your face while your hair fell softly around your shoulders.
Cute.
Comfortable.
But still enough to make Michael lose his mind a little.
Which was exactly the goal.
Meanwhile down the street , Michael had changed outfits four separate times already.
You two are such over thinkers about what to wear it’s kinda cute.
At one point Jermaine walked past his room and burst out laughing.
“You going skating or going on a honeymoon?”
Michael threw a pillow at him immediately.
Eventually Michael settled on a fitted cream-colored knit sweater beneath a dark leather jacket with black pants and polished boots. Casual enough for skating, but still painfully handsome in the effortless way only Michael could manage.
And truthfully?
He was unbelievably excited.
Because neither of you had said it aloud yet…
But both of you knew this was your first real public date.
You twos first outing together as a couple.
The thought made Michael’s chest feel so full it almost hurt.
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Right on time, a sleek black car pulled up outside your house.
Your heart nearly stopped.
You peeked through the curtains and immediately spotted Michael in the back seat smiling brightly through the window the second he saw you.
God.
That smile.
Before you could even reach the front door, Jamal suddenly sprinted past you like his life depended on it.
“MICHAEL!”
You groaned instantly.
Outside, Jamal excitedly launched into demonstrating a dance move he’d apparently been practicing all week while Michael laughed warmly from beside the car.
“No no wait— watch this one!”
Jamal attempted a spin.
Nearly fell.
Michael caught him before he could fully embarrass himself.
You finally hurried outside laughing in mortification.
“Jamal, leave that man alone!”
Michael looked gorgeous standing there beside the car beneath the evening sky.
The second his eyes landed on you fully though—
He froze.
Completely.
Because red truly was his favorite color.
And you looked beautiful.
Michael’s smile softened immediately into something almost lovestruck.
“You look…” He shook his head once softly. “Wow.”
Your cheeks burned instantly.
Meanwhile you couldn’t stop staring at him either.
The sweater.
The curls.
The leather jacket.
Honestly you thought you might die from having a crush.
Michael opened the car door for you like an absolute gentleman before sliding in beside you afterward.
The second the door closed, he immediately wrapped you in a tight hug.
“I missed you,” he murmured softly into your hair.
You melted against him instantly.
“I missed you too.” You say smiling softly into his shoulder.
From the front seat, Bill Bray smiled knowingly while driving toward the skating rink.
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The roller skating party was absolute chaos in the best possible way.
Bright neon lights flashed across the massive rink while disco music pulsed through giant speakers overhead, bass vibrating lightly beneath your skates every few seconds. Colored spotlights swept across the polished floor in blues, reds, and pinks, making everyone look like they were moving through some glittering dream.
The entire rink smelled faintly like popcorn, sugary soda, perfume, and the clean waxed wood of the skating floor.
Laughter echoed everywhere.
People skated in large groups, Motown artists danced carelessly near the edge of the rink, and every so often bursts of applause erupted whenever somebody attempted an overly dramatic spin.
And through all of it
Michael barely left your side.
The second you stepped onto the rink, your confidence disappeared completely.
“Oh my God,” you laughed nervously while gripping the railing instantly. “Why are these things moving already?!”
Michael nearly doubled over laughing.
“You haven’t even pushed yet!”
“I’m serious, Michael, this feels dangerous.”
He looked devastatingly cute laughing at you.
His curls bounced slightly every time he grinned, and the flashing rink lights reflected beautifully across his warm brown skin while he skated backward effortlessly in front of you like he’d been born on wheels.
Which honestly?
He practically had.
Meanwhile you looked like a newborn deer fighting for survival.
Your fingers clung desperately to the rink wall while Michael gently took both your hands in his.
“Okay okay,” he soothed between laughs. “Bend your knees a little.”
You attempted it immediately.
Almost fell.
Michael caught you so quickly your body collided softly into his chest.
Both of you burst into laughter.
“See?” he teased warmly. “I got you.”
And God.
Something about hearing him say that while holding you so securely made your heart squeeze.
Michael stayed impossibly patient with you afterward.
He skated slowly backward while guiding you hand in hand around the rink, carefully talking you through every tiny movement.
“Small pushes,” he instructed softly. “Don’t fight the skates.”
“I am actively losing a battle with the skates.”
“You’re doing good!”
“I almost died three times already!”
Michael laughed so hard he nearly lost balance himself.
At one point you accidentally rolled too fast and panicked immediately.
“MICHAEL.”
“I’m right here!”
“MICHAEL.”
“You’re okay!”
“No I’m NOT—”
You crashed directly into him.
And instead of letting you fall, Michael instinctively wrapped both arms around your waist while his own skates slid backward awkwardly.
Which unfortunately caused both of you to tumble sideways together.
The second you hit the floor laughing, Michael collapsed beside you unable to stop giggling.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “We’re horrible.”
“YOU said you knew how to skate!”
“I didn’t know I’d be dodging human disasters!”
You shoved him while laughing so hard tears filled your eyes.
People nearby stared briefly before smiling themselves because honestly?
The happiness between you two was contagious.
Eventually Michael helped pull you back upright, both of you still laughing breathlessly.
And slowly,
You actually started improving.
A little.
Enough to move without clutching Michael’s arms constantly anyway.
The first time you skated a few feet alone successfully, your face lit up immediately.
“MICHAEL LOOK!”
He looked so genuinely proud you would’ve thought you’d won an Olympic medal.
“There you go!”
Michael hovered beside you carefully afterward, one hand lingering protectively near your waist without fully touching you.
Just in case.
Always just in case.
And honestly?
That almost made things worse.
Because now you were hyper aware of how close he was.
The warmth radiating off him.
His hand brushing lightly against your sweater every few seconds.
The way he instinctively reached for you anytime you wobbled.
Your stomach flipped constantly.
Meanwhile Michael couldn’t stop staring at you.
At your smile.
At the way your laughter echoed across the rink whenever you almost lost balance.
At how proud you looked over the smallest victories.
It overwhelmed him a little.
Because somewhere between helping you skate and holding your hand beneath flashing lights, Michael realized this might genuinely be one of the happiest nights of his life.
And then-
You fell again.
Hard.
This time Michael attempted catching you too quickly and lost balance himself.
So instead of saving the situation, he basically crashed directly on top of you.
For a second both of you just froze there staring at each other.
Breathing hard.
Faces inches apart.
The music thumped loudly around you while colored lights flashed across Michael’s face, his curls hanging messily near his eyes from skating.
Then suddenly you both started laughing again.
The kind of uncontrollable laughter that physically hurts your stomach.
Michael buried his face briefly into your shoulder trying unsuccessfully to stop giggling while you clung to him breathlessly.
“You’re the worst skating teacher ever,” you laughed.
“I’m trying my best!”
“No you’re flirting!”
“I can do both!”
And honestly?
He absolutely was.
The rest of the night continued exactly like that.
Hand holding.
Laughing.
Falling.
Teasing.
Michael occasionally spinning you carefully beneath neon lights while music blasted around you both.
Sometimes your fingers intertwined naturally while skating side by side.
Other times Michael simply kept his arm securely around your waist guiding you gently through the crowd.
And every single time you looked over at him,
He was already looking at you first.
Smiling like he genuinely couldn’t believe you were there with him.
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By the time the party ended, the sky outside had gone completely dark.
The city lights glowed softly through the car windows while Bill drove the two of you home through quiet Los Angeles streets.
Your legs hurt horribly from skating.
Michael teased you relentlessly about almost falling seventeen times.
“It was NOT seventeen.”
“It absolutely was.”
You shoved him laughing.
Eventually the teasing softened into quietness.
Michael’s hand found yours naturally in the dark backseat.
His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles for a while before he finally spoke again.
“So…” he started carefully.
You looked over immediately.
Michael looked oddly nervous again.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you.”
Your stomach fluttered.
“I gotta go to New York for about two weeks next month for performances,” he explained softly. “And I was wondering…”
He glanced at you shyly.
“…Would you maybe wanna come with me?”
Your eyes widened instantly.
Michael continued quickly afterward:
“You could stay at my apartment with me and everything and,” he smiled suddenly, excitement slipping through his nervousness, “I could take you to Studio 54.”
Your jaw practically dropped.
Studio 54.
You’d heard endless stories about it.
The music.
The celebrities.
The dancing.
The glamour.
And now Michael was asking to take you.
“With me,” he added softly.
Like that part mattered most.
Your heart completely melted.
“Of course I’ll go,” you whispered immediately before leaning over and kissing his cheek warmly.
Michael smiled so hard his dimples appeared instantly.
And the rest of the drive home, neither of you could stop grinning at each other like complete idiots.
To bad neither of you knew what was coming next…..
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~(Part 4) The Sweetest Thing on Hayvenhurst Street~
Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- Vet Reader x Michael , Smut starts right at the beginning🌶️ , Smut to fluff, Oral sex , making out, fingering,. Don’t worry guys this story still is cute LOL ( sorry for the delay my WiFi went out so I couldn’t post UGH. also got a little carried away👀 ) pay attention to the ending🤫part 5 if anyone wants it??
Summary: You and Michael share a sexual Intimate moment which further expands the relationship once more. Later that week Michael invites you to go to a roller skating party and at the end of the night he asks you a very important question.
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Michael exhales shakily as your fingers trail lower, easing the fabric apart one button at a time. Every touch feels deliberate, almost teasing, and he can’t decide whether the anticipation or the closeness is what makes his pulse race harder.
His eyes stay fixed on yours, half-lidded, breath uneven. The room feels smaller somehow, quieter, until all he can focus on is the warmth of your hands brushing against his skin. Even the slightest contact sends a thrill through him, leaving him dizzy with want.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he murmurs, though the smile tugging at his lips gives him away completely.
And still, you take your time.
After you finish unbuttoning his shirt, Michael tosses it aside like it’s nothing, even though it was fairly expensive.
The way he looks down at you, his eyes so pretty, so full of want, sends a shiver through you.
It’s a look you’ve never seen from him before, but God, does it do something to you.
You cup his face with one hand, your heart beating out of your chest. Michael immediately turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm; every chance he gets, he wants to kiss you.
“Michael,” you whisper softly, “I want you to undress me.”
For a second, he just looked at you..
Michael swallowed shakily before lifting one hand carefully toward your face.
His fingertips brushed softly along your cheek first.
Then lower.
Trailing down your neck slowly enough to make your breath hitch.
“You sure?” he asked quietly.
The question melted you instantly.
Even now.
Even with the tension between you practically suffocating the room.
He still checked.
Still made sure.
You nodded softly.
And Michael exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.
His hands moved carefully afterward, almost reverently, settling against the oversized shirt hanging loosely over your body — his shirt.
The sight alone nearly destroyed him.
Especially knowing what rested underneath it.
His fingers trembled slightly against the fabric before he slowly began lifting the shirt upward.
Not rushed.
Never rushed.
Michael took his time with everything involving you.
The hem slid gradually higher along your thighs, fingertips grazing your skin accidentally every few seconds and sending warmth flooding through both of you.
Your pulse pounded harder the higher the shirt rose.
Meanwhile Michael’s thoughts had become a complete mess.
Because every inch of skin revealed beneath the golden lamplight felt overwhelming to him somehow.
Beautiful in a way that made his chest ache.
He lifted the shirt slowly over your waist.
Then your ribs.
Then finally over your head entirely.
And for a moment-
Michael just stared.
Not crudely.
Not greedily.
Like he couldn’t fully process that someone this beautiful was sitting here looking at him with so much trust and affection in her eyes.
The soft red lingerie against your skin nearly unraveled him completely.
Especially because red was his favorite color.
You noticed his expression immediately.
The way his lips parted slightly.
The way his eyes darkened with want before softening all over again.
Michael stepped closer slowly until his knees brushed the edge of the bed between yours.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured softly.
Your fingers slipped into his curls again instinctively, and Michael nearly melted against you immediately.
He loved that.
Loved it so much.
His forehead rested briefly against your shoulder while he tried unsuccessfully to steady his breathing.
But the moment your fingers gently scratched at the nape of his neck?
Michael looked up at you again with a completely different expression.
Still soft.
Still loving.
But now there was something more confident underneath it too.
Like desire had finally overridden his nervousness just enough to let another side of him surface.
A quieter kind of dominance.
Not forceful.
Protective.
Intentional.
The kind that made your stomach flip violently.
Michael’s hands slid carefully along your thighs while holding eye contact with you the entire time.
Slow enough to make the tension almost unbearable
Michael’s hands slid carefully along your thighs while holding eye contact with you the entire time.
Slow enough to make the tension almost unbearable.
His fingertips brushed lightly against the edges of your panties before pausing there for a second, silently asking permission even without words. The look in his eyes alone made your stomach tighten ,patient, affectionate, but so obviously overwhelmed by wanting you.
When you gave the tiniest nod, Michael hooked his fingers gently beneath the fabric and tugged softly.
The gesture alone felt impossibly intimate.
You lifted yourself slightly off the bed to help him, your breath catching as Michael slowly guided the red panties down your legs with almost ridiculous care.
And instead of tossing them carelessly aside afterward, he folded them loosely in his hands for a moment before setting them carefully beside you against the blankets.
Like they mattered.
Like you mattered.
The sweetness of the gesture nearly melted your heart entirely.
Then your eyes drifted downward instinctively.
And immediately your face flushed hot.
Because Michael’s pants did absolutely nothing to hide how affected he was right now.
The obvious bulge beneath the dark fabric made your breath hitch softly, and the second Michael noticed where you were looking, embarrassment flooded across his face instantly.
“Oh God-”
He laughed nervously under his breath while quickly covering himself with both hands, turning his head away shyly.
His cheeks had gone completely pink.
“You weren’t supposed to notice that,” he mumbled, still half laughing from embarrassment.
You raise an eyebrow with a sly smile “How was a not?”
This only made him even more attractive somehow.
Because despite everything happening between you right now, Michael still became adorably flustered whenever he realized how much power you had over him.
Meanwhile Michael’s thoughts had become completely scrambled.
Because you looked breathtaking stretched out beneath him like this.
Your bra half undone.
Your flower (as Michael would like to call it) so pretty, wet, and warm against the sheets while looking at him with those soft eyes that always made his chest ache.
And God.
The vulnerability of the moment overwhelmed him almost as much as the desire did.
Michael glanced back at you finally, biting back another embarrassed smile.
“You look like…” He shook his head softly, almost disbelievingly. “Like a beautiful, sexy painting or something.”
The sincerity in his voice hit harder than any smooth line could’ve.
He laughed quietly afterward, still trying unsuccessfully to hide the growing bulge beneath his hands..
You laughed and smiled so sweetly at him that Michael physically had to close his eyes for a second.
Because honestly?
He was trying very hard not to completely lose his mind over you.
You sit up as you pat the area next to on the bed motioning Michael to sit next to you “C’mere” you say softly
As soon as he sat down near the edge of the bed you get on your knees infront of him.
Michael’s breath caught as you knelt in front of him, your hands resting lightly against his knees. The room felt impossibly quiet except for the nervous rhythm of his breathing. When you looked up at him, soft and reassuring, the tension in his shoulders eased just a little.
“I want you to watch me, okay?” you whispered again.
He nodded immediately, unable to look away from you. There was trust in his expression now, mixed with awe, like he couldn’t believe this moment was real.
His pants are now to his ankles and his boxers are the only layer shielding his erection, a small spot was spread across his navy blue boxers
You look up at him for permission, this is something new, something so intimate that you two have yet to explore, you’ve only seen his clothed heat , never bare
He shakes his head so fast it could practically fall off, his eyes were practically begging you to uncloth his hardened heat, he needed it, he needed you.
You pull his boxers down, slowly not breaking eye contact, the heat of your bare skin against his sent tingles down Michael spine.
His heat , now unclothed and so hard it’s sticking straight up, making you raise your eyebrow yet again.
Where was he hiding this thing?
He was big.
You take his heat in your hands “It’s so pretty Michael” you say as you finally wrap your warm lips around his length.
Michael whimpered a bit, biting his lip so he wouldn’t release to much, but god was that just the beginning to how vocal he could be.
The feeling of your mouth around his length sent him into a state of euphoria,
and the feeling of him filling your mouth made your eyes roll back in response.
You start off slowly, motioning your head up and down on his length, trying to find a rhythm of movement
You work your tongue around his length and then push your head down so his tip could reach the back of your throat
It felt so good.
So so so good.
Magical even.
Michael could feel his high already approaching, his moans getting louder with each swift motion of his tip against your throat
He takes his hand that was gripping the sheets of his bed and covered his mouth, he didn’t know how much longer he could shield his constant groans.
You take the hand that he put on his mouth and placed it on your head. You then lift your head up making Michael whimper in response “ you sound so good, I want to hear you, please ” you say practically begging him to not hold back. He sounded so pretty , you wanted to hear every inch of him.
This was all he needed to hear.
As you move your head faster against his length, the blowjob becomes more sloppy, and more Michael gets more needy
Michael at first was being gentle, scared to make you choke or hurt you, but now he was pushing your head down making his tip hit the back of your throat more aggressively, making you groan in response
Hearing you making such a mess below him makes him throw his head back in pleasure “You feel so good baby, I’m sorry for being so rough you just feel so good” he moans softly now not caring how loud he was.
Michael could feel his climax coming any minute now as his heat throbs in your mouth, the feeling alone making your own heat shiver in response
You would stop for a bit and tease his tip with your tongue making Michael shake and plead. and every single time he would beg for you to keep going “I’m so close, please please don’t stop, I need it please”
You take one hand that was resting on his knee for support and starting stroking his length with it while your mouth was still around it making Michael practically pierce his lip with his teeth
The motion of your hand at the end of his shaft and your mouth at his tip sent him into bliss as he lifts your head up and starts stroking himself
He was so close and he thought it was distasteful if he came in your mouth, he didn’t want you to feel used
You grab his hand stopping him “I want to taste it Michael, let me taste you. it’s okay, I promise.” You say with a chuckle , you loved how careful he was being with you and didn’t mind reassuring him that being a little naughty was okay.
Michael chuckles “do your thing baby, I’m yours” he relaxes himself , staring at you with half lidded eyes, he no longer was overthinking about anything , he was going to let you do whatever you want, and whatever you wanted, he was okay with.
You cup your lips around his length once more , fast motions , spit sliding down his shaft to his balls leaving a overstimulating Michael into a state of euphoria yet again
Your eyes water as the intensity of the blowjob builds up again, making your mascara runny
The sight of you like that made him into a mess
He takes your head into his hand once more and pushes it down bucking his hips into your mouth “justlikethatjustlikethat, oh baby I’m gonna cum” He says sounding so pathetic but so sweet
He releases in your mouth as he moves his hand from your head to the sheets gripping them, biting his lip, saying so many naughty things at once your ears couldn’t even pick it up.
The feeling of his cum felt warm going down your throat , making your eyes roll back in pleasure once more , your heat so slick you could feel it all over your thighs.
You lift your head up and immediately he kisses you , tongue exploring your mouth, tasting himself in your mouth but he didn’t care , he didn’t care anymore , he needed to return the favor to you
He wanted to make you feel this good too, he lifts you up and sits you next to him on the edge of the bed and separates your legs with a gently tap
Michael no longer felt shy or embarrassed
The only feeling he felt was the need to please you
He takes his index and his middle finger and slowly teasing your clit , making your back arch in response
His middle finger making slow circles around it making you moan into Michael’s mouth
Once he realized that was making you feel good , he applied more pressure to your clit “She and you so sounds so pretty” he says as he sticks one finger inside your slick heat coating his finger in wetness.
His finger, so long and slender felt so good inside of you and the sound of his low groans against your neck as he kisses it makes you coat his fingers even more.
He then looks down at your chest, your bra basically almost off , you were such a mess from his fingers you hadn’t realized that one of your breast had been fully exposed.
His heart skipped a beat, they were beautiful, you were beautiful
“Can I?” Michael asks as he slips his finger out of your heat “Yes please” you say basically pleading him to release your final piece of clothing . You wanted to feel him all over your body, every single part of you needed to feel him.
You turn your back to him so he can unclip the final piece, the final layer , that will have you and Michael both fully exposed
Such an intimate moment , he kisses your shoulder as he slides the straps off your arms making you squeeze your thighs in anticipation.
He wanted to make sure that you knew that this was love that you two were making, nothing else but the purest form of it.
“Your so beautiful baby, lay in the bed, I want to make you feel good”
Those words alone send a shiver throughout your entire body
You get up from the edge of the bed and move to the middle , laying your head flat on the pillow and your legs propped up
He comes beside you and kisses your neck , it started off as little pecks until he got to your collar bone sucking on it making you whimper
He then moves to one of your breast taking your nipple in his mouth licking it slowly , looking at you with his big eyes looking to see if he was doing it right , for a sign of approval in your moans
He looked so pretty
He then begins to suck on it and you grab his free hand and put it on your chest signaling him to play with the other
He grabs it, No, he gropes the other one as he basically makes out with the other boob flicking his tongue faster around the nipple
He sends you in such a bliss that you started inprinting your nail marks in his arm
He didn’t mind it though
He took it as a sign he was doing something right
You shift your hips up again, your heat practically begging for friction once more “Michael please” you say as slight moans slip out
You wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth on your clit, no no needed it
Michael comes inbetween your thighs and kissed both of them slowly , giving you love bites on each one , making the friction you needed on your heat even more overbearing
He makes it near your heat and plants kisses all around it, licking around it, and then slightly licking your clit, making you shift your hips up in response
He was teasing you just like you teased him
You guess he’s not just competitive in board games
The teasing didn’t last for long though, Michael needed to taste you, he was hungry for what was right infront of him and he needed to return the favor
He lifts your legs a bit and slowly slides his tongue up and down your heat
He’d start at the bottom slowly sliding his tongue in and out , trying to see what felt good for you, he was new to this , he’d never done this before, so he was trying to see what felt good for you
He then makes it up to your clit flicking it with his tongue unexpectedly fast causing you to grab his hair in response and gasp
Your wetness coated his face as he buried his face in your heat , holding your legs to your chest
It was so soft and tasted so good
He couldn’t get enough of it
He was stiff as a rock, his head didn’t move from the perfect spot one bit making the feeling of ecstasy take over you
“Oh god Michael” you kept saying over and over , his tongue sliding effortlessly against your heat , making a mess of his sheets below
He brings your legs down a little and spreads your legs wider getting a better angle of your clit as he takes the tip of his tongue and flicks it fast across your heat, looking up again for your approval once more, causing you to let out the most euphoric moan ever, loud enough for someone walking by his door to hear
But at this point you and Michael didn’t care
You were getting closer and Michael so focused , so determined to make you cum didn’t move an inch , he just kept his eyes on you, he kept listening to how pretty you sounding as he absolutely devoured you. He loved that he was making you feel good.
You push your hips into Michael’s face shoving him deeper into your heat “Michael, oh god Michael, I’m cumming” you whisper scream as one hand grips his sheets and one a handful of his hair
He groans into your heat as you release all over his face
Me lifts his head up with a smile, but
before he could even say anything you two heard a shriek come from outside the door.
“MICHAEL” Katherine screams out like bloody murder “ Your snake got out the cage again please get him, HURRY” she shrieks as you two hear running foot steps from down the hall.
You two just look at each other and laugh, there’s no way you guys had just finished doing some pretty nasty things to each other and now he has to chase his pet snake around the house ?
“Coming Mother” Michael shouts softly , throwing on whatever clothes that was around him
Before he left out the door he gave you a kiss on the forehead “I love you so much, thank you for making me feel comfortable tonight” he says rubbing your cheek
When he comes back you two cuddle together you laying in his oversized t shirt and underwear and him laying with just his boxers on.
Michael brushed his thumb gently across your skin, his forehead resting against yours as a quiet smile tugged at his lips. The room felt softer somehow, wrapped in warmth and the lingering closeness between you both.
“I don’t think you realize what this means to me,” he murmured, voice low and sincere. “Being this close to you… not just physically, but emotionally too. You trusted me enough to share this with me, and I’m grateful for every second of it.”
His fingers intertwined with yours, holding on like he never wanted the moment to end. “It wasn’t just intimate because of what we did,” he continued softly. “It was intimate because it was you. The way you looked at me, the way you let yourself be vulnerable with me… I’ll remember that for a long time.”
Michael leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead before letting out a quiet breath against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For letting me have something this real with you.”
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A week after that night, life somehow felt even softer between you and Michael.
Every phone call felt sweeter.
Every goodbye harder.
And every moment apart now carried this constant ache underneath it because both of you had crossed into something deeper emotionally.
So when the phone rang one afternoon and Michael’s warm voice floated through the receiver, your entire mood brightened instantly.
“Hi baby,” he said softly.
Just hearing that nickname made your stomach flutter.
You smiled immediately, twirling the phone cord around your finger while laying across your bed.
“Hi.”
There was a tiny pause before Michael spoke again, and you could instantly tell he was nervous about asking something.
“So… there’s this roller skating birthday party for Jermaine next weekend here in Encino,” he explained carefully. “A bunch of people are gonna be there… my brothers are bringing their girls and some Motown artists are coming too.”
His voice softened afterward.
“And I really want you there with me.”
Your heart skipped.
Michael exhaled quietly on the other end before continuing honestly:
“I was worried about… y’know. Pictures. Stories. Paparazzi stuff.” He laughed nervously. “But honestly? I can’t imagine going without you.”
That melted you completely.
Because underneath all the fame and chaos, Michael still sounded like a nervous boyfriend asking a girl to a party.
You sat up instantly on your bed grinning.
“Michael, I do not care what people say as long as we know what we have.”
Silence.
Then the softest happiest sigh left him.
God.
You had no idea what those words did to him.
Because Michael spent so much of his life worrying about outside opinions, headlines, expectations-
But with you?
Everything always felt simpler.
Safer.
“You’ll come?” he asked softly.
“Yes!” you practically squealed.
The second the call ended you collapsed backward dramatically onto your mattress kicking your feet in excitement.
Because this felt important somehow.
Not sneaking around.
Not secret little nights hidden away at his house.
A real outing.
Together.
Publicly.
As a couple.
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The entire week crawled by painfully slowly afterward.
And by Saturday evening your nerves were absolutely destroying you.
You stood in your room staring at yourself in the mirror for what had to be the hundredth time.
Your outfit was casual but adorable, a soft red fitted sweater tucked into high-waisted dark denim jeans that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with white roller-skating socks and shiny red sneakers. Small gold hoop earrings framed your face while your hair fell softly around your shoulders.
Cute.
Comfortable.
But still enough to make Michael lose his mind a little.
Which was exactly the goal.
Meanwhile down the street , Michael had changed outfits four separate times already.
You two are such over thinkers about what to wear it’s kinda cute.
At one point Jermaine walked past his room and burst out laughing.
“You going skating or going on a honeymoon?”
Michael threw a pillow at him immediately.
Eventually Michael settled on a fitted cream-colored knit sweater beneath a dark leather jacket with black pants and polished boots. Casual enough for skating, but still painfully handsome in the effortless way only Michael could manage.
And truthfully?
He was unbelievably excited.
Because neither of you had said it aloud yet…
But both of you knew this was your first real public date.
You twos first outing together as a couple.
The thought made Michael’s chest feel so full it almost hurt.
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Right on time, a sleek black car pulled up outside your house.
Your heart nearly stopped.
You peeked through the curtains and immediately spotted Michael in the back seat smiling brightly through the window the second he saw you.
God.
That smile.
Before you could even reach the front door, Jamal suddenly sprinted past you like his life depended on it.
“MICHAEL!”
You groaned instantly.
Outside, Jamal excitedly launched into demonstrating a dance move he’d apparently been practicing all week while Michael laughed warmly from beside the car.
“No no wait— watch this one!”
Jamal attempted a spin.
Nearly fell.
Michael caught him before he could fully embarrass himself.
You finally hurried outside laughing in mortification.
“Jamal, leave that man alone!”
Michael looked gorgeous standing there beside the car beneath the evening sky.
The second his eyes landed on you fully though—
He froze.
Completely.
Because red truly was his favorite color.
And you looked beautiful.
Michael’s smile softened immediately into something almost lovestruck.
“You look…” He shook his head once softly. “Wow.”
Your cheeks burned instantly.
Meanwhile you couldn’t stop staring at him either.
The sweater.
The curls.
The leather jacket.
Honestly you thought you might die from having a crush.
Michael opened the car door for you like an absolute gentleman before sliding in beside you afterward.
The second the door closed, he immediately wrapped you in a tight hug.
“I missed you,” he murmured softly into your hair.
You melted against him instantly.
“I missed you too.” You say smiling softly into his shoulder.
From the front seat, Bill Bray smiled knowingly while driving toward the skating rink.
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The roller skating party was absolute chaos in the best possible way.
Bright neon lights flashed across the massive rink while disco music pulsed through giant speakers overhead, bass vibrating lightly beneath your skates every few seconds. Colored spotlights swept across the polished floor in blues, reds, and pinks, making everyone look like they were moving through some glittering dream.
The entire rink smelled faintly like popcorn, sugary soda, perfume, and the clean waxed wood of the skating floor.
Laughter echoed everywhere.
People skated in large groups, Motown artists danced carelessly near the edge of the rink, and every so often bursts of applause erupted whenever somebody attempted an overly dramatic spin.
And through all of it
Michael barely left your side.
The second you stepped onto the rink, your confidence disappeared completely.
“Oh my God,” you laughed nervously while gripping the railing instantly. “Why are these things moving already?!”
Michael nearly doubled over laughing.
“You haven’t even pushed yet!”
“I’m serious, Michael, this feels dangerous.”
He looked devastatingly cute laughing at you.
His curls bounced slightly every time he grinned, and the flashing rink lights reflected beautifully across his warm brown skin while he skated backward effortlessly in front of you like he’d been born on wheels.
Which honestly?
He practically had.
Meanwhile you looked like a newborn deer fighting for survival.
Your fingers clung desperately to the rink wall while Michael gently took both your hands in his.
“Okay okay,” he soothed between laughs. “Bend your knees a little.”
You attempted it immediately.
Almost fell.
Michael caught you so quickly your body collided softly into his chest.
Both of you burst into laughter.
“See?” he teased warmly. “I got you.”
And God.
Something about hearing him say that while holding you so securely made your heart squeeze.
Michael stayed impossibly patient with you afterward.
He skated slowly backward while guiding you hand in hand around the rink, carefully talking you through every tiny movement.
“Small pushes,” he instructed softly. “Don’t fight the skates.”
“I am actively losing a battle with the skates.”
“You’re doing good!”
“I almost died three times already!”
Michael laughed so hard he nearly lost balance himself.
At one point you accidentally rolled too fast and panicked immediately.
“MICHAEL.”
“I’m right here!”
“MICHAEL.”
“You’re okay!”
“No I’m NOT—”
You crashed directly into him.
And instead of letting you fall, Michael instinctively wrapped both arms around your waist while his own skates slid backward awkwardly.
Which unfortunately caused both of you to tumble sideways together.
The second you hit the floor laughing, Michael collapsed beside you unable to stop giggling.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “We’re horrible.”
“YOU said you knew how to skate!”
“I didn’t know I’d be dodging human disasters!”
You shoved him while laughing so hard tears filled your eyes.
People nearby stared briefly before smiling themselves because honestly?
The happiness between you two was contagious.
Eventually Michael helped pull you back upright, both of you still laughing breathlessly.
And slowly,
You actually started improving.
A little.
Enough to move without clutching Michael’s arms constantly anyway.
The first time you skated a few feet alone successfully, your face lit up immediately.
“MICHAEL LOOK!”
He looked so genuinely proud you would’ve thought you’d won an Olympic medal.
“There you go!”
Michael hovered beside you carefully afterward, one hand lingering protectively near your waist without fully touching you.
Just in case.
Always just in case.
And honestly?
That almost made things worse.
Because now you were hyper aware of how close he was.
The warmth radiating off him.
His hand brushing lightly against your sweater every few seconds.
The way he instinctively reached for you anytime you wobbled.
Your stomach flipped constantly.
Meanwhile Michael couldn’t stop staring at you.
At your smile.
At the way your laughter echoed across the rink whenever you almost lost balance.
At how proud you looked over the smallest victories.
It overwhelmed him a little.
Because somewhere between helping you skate and holding your hand beneath flashing lights, Michael realized this might genuinely be one of the happiest nights of his life.
And then-
You fell again.
Hard.
This time Michael attempted catching you too quickly and lost balance himself.
So instead of saving the situation, he basically crashed directly on top of you.
For a second both of you just froze there staring at each other.
Breathing hard.
Faces inches apart.
The music thumped loudly around you while colored lights flashed across Michael’s face, his curls hanging messily near his eyes from skating.
Then suddenly you both started laughing again.
The kind of uncontrollable laughter that physically hurts your stomach.
Michael buried his face briefly into your shoulder trying unsuccessfully to stop giggling while you clung to him breathlessly.
“You’re the worst skating teacher ever,” you laughed.
“I’m trying my best!”
“No you’re flirting!”
“I can do both!”
And honestly?
He absolutely was.
The rest of the night continued exactly like that.
Hand holding.
Laughing.
Falling.
Teasing.
Michael occasionally spinning you carefully beneath neon lights while music blasted around you both.
Sometimes your fingers intertwined naturally while skating side by side.
Other times Michael simply kept his arm securely around your waist guiding you gently through the crowd.
And every single time you looked over at him,
He was already looking at you first.
Smiling like he genuinely couldn’t believe you were there with him.
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By the time the party ended, the sky outside had gone completely dark.
The city lights glowed softly through the car windows while Bill drove the two of you home through quiet Los Angeles streets.
Your legs hurt horribly from skating.
Michael teased you relentlessly about almost falling seventeen times.
“It was NOT seventeen.”
“It absolutely was.”
You shoved him laughing.
Eventually the teasing softened into quietness.
Michael’s hand found yours naturally in the dark backseat.
His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles for a while before he finally spoke again.
“So…” he started carefully.
You looked over immediately.
Michael looked oddly nervous again.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you.”
Your stomach fluttered.
“I gotta go to New York for about two weeks next month for performances,” he explained softly. “And I was wondering…”
He glanced at you shyly.
“…Would you maybe wanna come with me?”
Your eyes widened instantly.
Michael continued quickly afterward:
“You could stay at my apartment with me and everything and,” he smiled suddenly, excitement slipping through his nervousness, “I could take you to Studio 54.”
Your jaw practically dropped.
Studio 54.
You’d heard endless stories about it.
The music.
The celebrities.
The dancing.
The glamour.
And now Michael was asking to take you.
“With me,” he added softly.
Like that part mattered most.
Your heart completely melted.
“Of course I’ll go,” you whispered immediately before leaning over and kissing his cheek warmly.
Michael smiled so hard his dimples appeared instantly.
And the rest of the drive home, neither of you could stop grinning at each other like complete idiots.
To bad neither of you knew what was coming next…..
~(Part 3) The Sweetest Thing On Hayvenhurst Street~
Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- physical touch, kissing, Making out, Vet Reader x Michael , this story is still so cute but it’s spicying up this part🌶️ ,smutty, fluffy,
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💬 11 🔁 9 ❤️ 121 · ~(Part 4) The Sweetest Thing on Hayvenhurst Street~ · Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- Vet Reader x Michael
Summary: You and Michael finally make your relationship official. You get a call one day and Michael invites you to meet his family at family dinner…
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Michael looked at you quietly after saying it.
“…I know what I want us to be.”
The soft lamp light in his room cast warm gold across his face while the cassette tape continued humming faintly in the background. Outside his bedroom windows, the night stretched dark and peaceful across Hayvenhurst, but inside the room your entire world had narrowed down to him.
To those eyes.
To that expression.
Your heartbeat stumbled nervously in your chest.
“What is that?” you whispered softly.
For a second, Michael just stared at you.
Not because he didn’t know the answer.
Because he knew it too well.
And suddenly every feeling he’d been carrying for weeks looked like it was trying to spill out of him all at once.
He let out the tiniest nervous laugh first, glancing down at his hands.
Then back at you.
Then away again.
God, he was so cute when he got flustered.
“I had this whole thing planned in my head,” he admitted shyly. “And now I forgot half of it.”
You smiled instantly, your chest already aching from tenderness.
Michael smiled weakly back before scooting a little closer to you on the bed, knees brushing yours.
His fingers immediately found your hands.
Like they belonged there.
He rubbed slow little circles against your knuckles while gathering courage, eyes fixed downward at your intertwined fingers instead of your face.
“I just…” he started softly. “I don’t think I knew how lonely I was before you.”
Your breath caught.
Michael swallowed nervously.
“Not lonely because people aren’t around me,” he clarified quickly. “There’s always people around me.” His voice lowered afterward. “But it’s different with you.”
His thumb brushed carefully over your hand again.
“So different.”
You watched him closely as he spoke.
The vulnerability in his face made your chest ache.
Just a boy trying to explain his heart correctly.
Michael glanced up at you again finally, brown eyes soft and emotional beneath the curls falling around his face.
“When I’m with you…” He exhaled shakily. “I feel calm.”
Your eyes immediately started stinging with tears.
Michael noticed instantly.
“Oh no no no,” he murmured softly, panicking adorably. “Don’t cry yet, I’m not done.”
A watery laugh escaped you immediately.
Michael smiled shyly at that before continuing.
“You make me feel normal,” he admitted quietly. “Not like a celebrity. Not like… this thing everybody thinks I am.” He squeezed your hands gently. “Just Michael.”
The way he said his own name sounded fragile somehow.
Sacred.
“And I think…” He laughed nervously again, cheeks pinkening slightly. “I think I started falling for you the first day you ignored me for my llama.”
You burst into soft laughter through your tears.
Michael grinned immediately, visibly relieved hearing it.
“No seriously,” he insisted. “Everybody looks at me first. But you looked at Louie first.” He shook his head slightly, smiling to himself now at the memory. “And then you started rambling facts about llamas and I swear I almost lost my mind.”
You covered your face shyly while laughing again.
Meanwhile Michael looked completely gone for you.
His eyes followed every tiny expression you made like he couldn’t get enough.
“You’re kind,” he continued softer now. “And funny. And smart. And you care about everything so deeply.” His voice lowered almost into a whisper. “Even tiny little creatures everybody else overlooks.”
Michael’s thumb stroked gently along your wrist while he spoke.
“And you know the craziest part?”
You looked up at him quietly.
“You make me feel brave.”
That nearly broke you completely.
Michael looked emotional now too.
“I wait for your phone calls,” he admitted sheepishly. “I replay things you say in my head. I literally walk around holding your letters like an idiot.” He laughed quietly through his embarrassment. “And every time you leave, I already miss you before you’re even gone.”
Your tears slipped free then.
Michael immediately leaned forward, wiping one gently with his thumb.
“Oh baby…”
The tenderness in his voice nearly melted you into the mattress.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered shakily. “Keep talking.”
Michael smiled softly.
Then suddenly his expression grew more nervous again.
Like he was working up courage for something bigger.
He slowly released one of your hands and reached toward the drawer beside his bed.
You watched curiously while he pulled out a tiny velvet box.
Your eyes widened instantly.
Michael looked impossibly shy now.
“I was actually gonna wait until your birthday,” he admitted quietly.
Carefully, he opened the box.
Inside rested a delicate silver bracelet with your initials embedded beautifully into the center.
Your breath caught immediately.
“Michael…”
His cheeks turned pink instantly seeing your reaction.
“I saw it and thought about you,” he mumbled bashfully. “And then I bought it too fast before thinking.”
Your heart genuinely felt too full for your body.
Michael carefully lifted the bracelet from the box before gently taking your wrist into his hands.
His fingers were warm against your skin as he fastened it carefully around your wrist like the bracelet itself was precious.
Like you were precious.
Then he looked up at you again.
Nervous.
Hopeful.
Completely in love.
And finally, in the softest voice imaginable:
“I love you more than life itself, Could I be your boyfriend?”
That was it.
That completely destroyed you emotionally.
A tearful laugh escaped your lips before you practically launched yourself at him.
Michael barely had time to react before your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, nearly knocking him backward onto the bed.
“Oh my gosh yes!”
You kissed his cheek.
Then the other one.
Then his forehead.
Then his jaw.
Michael dissolved into helpless laughter underneath your affection, face burning red while he tried unsuccessfully to stay composed.
“Of course you can!” you whisper shouted excitedly. “I love you too!”
The words hit Michael like a physical force.
His entire face softened instantly.
Actually softened.
Like every wall inside him collapsed all at once hearing you say it back.
“You do?” he whispered almost disbelievingly.
You grabbed his face immediately.
“Yes, you dork.”
Michael laughed breathlessly before pulling you into another kiss.
This one felt different.
Not uncertain anymore.
Not wondering.
Now it carried belonging.
His girlfriend.
God.
Michael thought he might actually float away from happiness.
When the kiss finally softened, he rested his forehead against yours smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
Then gently, he took both your hands in his again.
“I promise you something,” he whispered seriously.
You looked at him attentively.
“No matter what… as soon as I’m ready and I find the courage,” he murmured softly, brushing his thumbs across your knuckles, “instead of climbing through my window…”
His eyes met yours fully.
“You’ll be walking through that front door.”
Your chest ached so hard it almost hurt.
Michael lifted your hand carefully and kissed your knuckles sweetly afterward.
And somehow, after one of the most emotional moments of both your lives
The two of you spent the rest of the night aggressively competing against each other at Pac-Man.
Michael talked unbelievable amounts of trash for someone losing.
You laughed so hard at one point soda nearly came out of your nose.
And somewhere between the arcade sounds, stolen kisses, intertwined hands, and Michael’s laughter filling the room
Both of you realized this was what love was supposed to feel like
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The next few days felt strangely empty without sneaking over his house.
Not bad empty.
Just… missing him empty.
Michael had thrown himself completely into working on Thriller, and even though you understood how important the album was, you still found yourself glancing at the clock constantly wondering what he was doing.
Was he recording vocals right now?
Dancing around the studio?
Writing lyrics?
Most nights, no matter how late it got, your phone would eventually ring.
And every single time, hearing his voice instantly made your entire day softer.
Sometimes he sounded exhausted, voice raspy from singing for hours.
Other nights he sounded excited, rambling animatedly about songs and melodies and ideas that came to him halfway through recording.
But every call always ended the same way.
“I love you.”
And every single time it still made your stomach flip.
But one night
The phone never rang.
You waited longer than usual curled up in bed, staring at the clock while moonlight stretched across your bedroom walls.
10:30.
11:15.
12:04.
Nothing.
A tiny knot of worry formed in your chest.
Not because you doubted him.
Never that.
But because Michael had become such a constant part of your life so quickly that his absence felt loud now.
Still, you forced yourself to relax.
He was working nonstop.
He was tired.
Busy.
Probably asleep in the studio somewhere.
Eventually you drifted off too.
At exactly 6:00 AM, your phone rang.
You nearly launched out of bed in panic.
Your heart hammered wildly while you scrambled for the receiver half asleep, mind instantly jumping to worst-case scenarios.
“Hello?!”
A soft familiar laugh met your ears immediately.
And instantly
Relief flooded through your entire body.
“Good morning, my love.”
Michael’s voice sounded warm and sleepy through the phone, low and gentle in a way that melted all your panic immediately.
You collapsed back against your pillows dramatically.
“Oh my gosh,” you breathed. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, though you could hear the smile in his voice. “I didn’t mean to.”
There was a tiny pause afterward.
And suddenly you noticed something strange.
Michael sounded Anxious.
Not exhausted.
Not distracted.
Anxious.
The kind of anxiousness that made him talk softer and fidget with things while speaking.
You could practically picture him pacing his room already.
“You okay?” you asked gently.
On the other end of the line, Michael swallowed hard.
His stomach had been in knots all morning.
Actually all night.
Because he barely slept at all after making the decision.
One second he’d convince himself it was the right thing to do.
The next he’d panic and reconsider everything again.
But eventually, sometime around 3 AM, he’d looked over at the polaroid sitting beside his bed.
The picture of you laughing beside Louie in the backyard one night while your hands buried themselves into the llama’s fur.
Michael remembered the warmth of that evening.
The courage you gave him.
The safety he felt around you.
And suddenly the answer became obvious.
He wanted you in his life fully.
Not hidden away.
Not sneaking through windows forever.
So now all he had to do was survive asking you.
“…Would you maybe wanna come over Saturday evening?” he asked softly.
You smiled instantly.
But before you could answer, Michael rushed nervously onward.
“For dinner,” he clarified quickly. “Family dinner.”
Silence.
Your heart completely stopped.
Michael immediately panicked internally.
Maybe this was too much.
Too soon.
Maybe he should’ve waited
“Yes.”
The answer flew out of your mouth so fast it nearly made him laugh.
“Yes absolutely yes.”
Michael blinked in stunned relief before breaking into the brightest smile imaginable on the other end of the line.
All the tension drained out of him instantly.
And honestly?
You sounded so excited that it nearly made him emotional.
“You sure?” he asked softly, still needing reassurance despite everything.
“Yes!” you laughed breathlessly. “Michael are you kidding?”
God.
The happiness in your voice made his chest ache.
Michael leaned back against his headboard afterward smiling helplessly to himself while listening to you ramble excitedly.
Meanwhile you sat fully awake now, heart racing so hard you thought you might explode.
Family dinner.
Not sneaking through windows.
Not hidden.
Not secret.
Michael was inviting you into something real.
Something important.
And somehow that terrified and thrilled both of you equally.
Eventually after the call ended, Michael sat quietly in his room for a long moment staring at the ceiling.
Then slowly his eyes drifted toward the pictures scattered across his dresser.
Photos of you.
Of Louie.
Of your hands holding Muscles while smiling brightly.
Tiny captured moments he’d started treasuring without even realizing it.
Michael picked one up gently.
The polaroid from the night you kissed beside the llama enclosure.
Your head thrown back laughing while Louie stood proudly beside you.
And just looking at it reminded him instantly why he wanted this.
Why he wanted you.
You gave him courage.
You made him feel brave enough to try.
But now came the part that truly scared him.
Not the album.
Not the fame.
Not the public.
His family.
Michael loved them deeply.
But loving them had never meant things were easy.
The Jackson family moved through emotions like storms sometimes.
One minute laughter.
The next tension.
Arguments.
Criticism.
Pressure.
Then forgiveness.
Then repeating the cycle all over again.
And Michael had spent most of his life protecting fragile things from that chaos.
Including himself.
Including you.
Because once he brought you into this part of his world
It became real in a completely different way.
No more hidden sanctuary.
No more private little bubble untouched by outside opinions.
You would become part of his actual life.
And God, that terrified him.
Still…
He looked down at the bracelet with your initials still resting fresh in his memory. (You refused to take it until your birthday)
At the thought of your smile when you said yes.
At the warmth that spread through him every single time you called him your boyfriend.
And finally Michael exhaled softly to himself.
No matter how scared he was
You were worth being brave for
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The moment Michael hung up the phone after inviting you to dinner, the relief only lasted for about thirty seconds before reality hit him all over again.
He still had to tell his family.
And suddenly the confidence you gave him earlier that morning started dissolving into nervous energy all over again.
By late afternoon, Hayvenhurst buzzed softly with the usual movement of family life. Voices echoed faintly through hallways, music drifted somewhere from another room, dishes clinked in the kitchen.
Michael stood near the staircase for a full five minutes trying to gather courage.
He genuinely felt more nervous about this than performing in front of thousands of people.
Because this mattered.
You mattered.
And once he spoke the words aloud, this relationship would stop being something hidden safely inside his chest.
It would become real to everyone else too.
Finally, after pacing long enough to nearly wear a hole into the carpet, Michael quietly asked everyone to meet downstairs in the sitting room.
That alone immediately sparked suspicion.
Jermaine was the first to notice something was off.
“Why you look like you about to confess to a crime?” Jermaine asked, leaning lazily against the couch with crossed arms.
Michael immediately frowned. “I do not.”
“You do,” Marlon chimed in instantly, grinning. “You got that nervous twitch thing goin’ on.”
“I don’t have a nervous twitch thing.”
“You definitely do,” Jackie added calmly from the armchair, trying not to laugh.
Michael sighed dramatically already regretting this entire idea.
Across the room, Janet watched him curiously from beside the couch cushions, immediately picking up on the unusual softness in his expression.
“Oh my God,” she gasped suddenly. “Michael’s in love.”
Every head snapped toward him instantly.
Michael nearly choked.
“I didn’t say that!”
“But you didn’t deny it either,” La Toya pointed out immediately, eyes widening with excitement.
“Oh this is GOOD,” Marlon said, already laughing.
Michael buried his face briefly in his hands.
Meanwhile, Tito sat quietly nearby observing the entire thing with amused older brother energy.
Truthfully?
They had all noticed something changing in Michael lately.
The random smiling.
The distracted daydreaming.
The fact he suddenly disappeared into phone calls every night.
The soft look constantly lingering in his eyes.
Even his energy around the house had changed completely.
He seemed lighter somehow.
Happier.
Katherine noticed first.
Mothers always did.
Katherine Jackson sat quietly beside Joe, hands folded softly in her lap while watching Michael with warm understanding already filling her expression.
“I knew there was somebody,” she said gently.
Michael immediately looked toward her.
“You did?”
Katherine smiled softly. “Baby, you’ve been glowing.”
The room erupted instantly.
“GLOWING?!” Marlon yelled dramatically.
Jermaine nearly doubled over laughing.
“Oh nah, it’s serious serious.”
Michael groaned loudly. “Can y’all stop?”
“We did notice a change in your aura though,” Janet admitted honestly, smiling now. “You’ve been happier lately.”
“And sneakin’ around more,” Jackie added casually.
Michael’s eyes widened immediately.
“I have not been sneaking around!”
The silence afterward said everything.
Then Randy snorted loudly from the corner.
“Oh he absolutely has.”
Michael looked horrified.
“Oh my God.”
La Toya grinned mischievously. “Michael Jackson got a secret girlfriend.”
“She’s not secret,” Michael defended quickly.
“…Then where she been?” Jermaine asked instantly.
Michael opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
The entire room burst into laughter.
Even Katherine had to hide a smile behind her hand.
Michael sat there blushing furiously while everyone teased him mercilessly for nearly five straight minutes before finally blurting:
“She’s coming over Saturday.”
The room quieted instantly.
Even Joe finally looked up properly from where he sat.
Michael swallowed hard suddenly feeling twelve years old again.
“For dinner,” he added softer.
Now the reactions became mixed immediately.
Janet looked genuinely excited.
“Oh that’s adorable.”
La Toya immediately started asking questions.
“What’s her name? How long y’all been together? Is she pretty?”
“She’s obviously pretty,” Marlon interrupted. “Look at him.”
Michael hid his face again while everybody laughed.
Tito smiled warmly though.
“You serious about her?”
Michael looked up then.
And the softness in his eyes answered before his words even did.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly.
The room softened slightly after that.
Because they knew Michael.
Knew how guarded he could be emotionally.
How careful he was with his heart.
And the look on his face right now?
That wasn’t a crush.
That was love.
Even Jermaine stopped teasing for a moment.
“Well damn,” he muttered quietly. “You really like this girl.”
Because it had been a long time since she’d seen her son look this openly happy about somebody.
“What’s she like?” she asked softly.
And immediately Michael lit up.
Actually lit up.
The nervousness faded from his face as he started talking about you.
How smart you were.
How gentle you were with animals.
How you became excited over tiny things.
How funny you were.
How you listened to him.
How safe you made him feel.
The more he spoke, the more obvious it became that Michael was completely gone for you.
Even his brothers noticed.
“He SMILING smiling,” Randy whispered dramatically to Janet.
“I know!” Janet whisper-yelled back.
Meanwhile Joe remained mostly quiet.
Watching.
Observing.
And unfortunately Michael noticed that too.
The warmth in the room dimmed slightly whenever his father stayed silent too long.
Finally Joe spoke.
“What her family like?”
Michael straightened subtly.
“They just moved nearby. Her father got a new job.”
Joe nodded once.
Still unreadable.
“You trust her?”
The question hung heavier than the others had.
Michael answered immediately though.
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Just certainty.
And oddly enough, that seemed to matter to Joe more than anything else.
Joe leaned back afterward with a slow nod.
“That’s what matters then.”
Not warm.
Not overly approving.
But not disapproving either.
For Joe Jackson, that was practically acceptance.
The tension in Michael’s shoulders eased slightly afterward.
Katherine noticed immediately and reached over to squeeze his hand gently.
“She’s welcome here,” she said softly.
And just hearing his mother say that nearly made Michael emotional.
Because suddenly this wasn’t just hidden kisses and sneaking through windows anymore.
This was becoming part of his real life.
His actual world.
And despite how terrifying that felt
For the first time, Michael realized he didn’t want to hide loving you anymore.
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Saturday arrived with far too much nervous energy.
You thought you were handling it well at first.
You really did.
You spent the morning helping your mom around the house, tried reading for a while, attempted to watch television, but nothing worked because every few minutes your brain screamed:
You’re meeting Michaels family tonight.
And suddenly your stomach would flip all over again.
By the time evening finally rolled around, you had changed outfits at least a 1000 times.
Eventually you settled on something soft and pretty without looking overly formal, a purple knit sweater tucked gently into a dark plaid skirt that stopped just above your knees. Warm tights hugged your legs beneath it, and you paired everything with shiny black Mary Jane shoes and delicate gold earrings your mother once gifted you.
Cute.
Comfortable.
And hopefully not trying too hard.
You stood in front of your mirror fixing your hair for the fifteenth time when suddenly
The doorbell rang.
Your heart nearly stopped.
“Oh my God.”
You rushed downstairs so quickly you almost slipped, smoothing your sweater nervously before opening the front door.
And there he was.
Michael stood beneath the porch light looking so handsome it almost offended you.
He wore dark slacks with a soft burgundy button-up tucked neatly beneath a black sweater, sleeves rolled just enough to expose his wrists. A thin gold chain rested against his collarbone while his curls framed his face perfectly in the evening light.
And the second his eyes landed on you
He completely melted.
His gaze flickered across your outfit slowly before settling back on your face, and suddenly that familiar lovestruck expression spread across him again.
“Wow,” he breathed softly.
Your cheeks instantly heated.
Meanwhile Michael’s heart was absolutely losing control inside his chest.
This was real.
He was standing at your front door picking you up for dinner with his family.
Not sneaking around.
Not hiding.
And somehow that made everything feel even more meaningful.
“You look…” Michael shook his head slightly, smiling helplessly. “You look really pretty.”
Your stomach fluttered wildly.
“Thank you,” you said shyly. “You look handsome too.”
Michael immediately glanced downward bashfully trying to hide how ridiculously happy those words made him.
God.
If his brothers saw the way he looked at you right now they’d never let him live it down.
The walk to his house felt entirely different tonight.
Not secretive.
Not rushed.
Just open.
Michael’s fingers stayed intertwined with yours the entire way there, his thumb occasionally brushing softly against your knuckles absentmindedly whenever conversation lulled.
And honestly?
Neither of you could stop smiling.
It got almost ridiculous at one point.
You’d glance at each other.
Smile.
Look away.
Then immediately catch the other person already smiling again.
Michael especially looked happier than you’d ever seen him.
There was nervousness there too, absolutely.
But underneath it?
Pride.
He was bringing you home.
Not hiding you anymore.
And the realization visibly softened him every few minutes.
As his house finally came into view, your nerves returned immediately.
Cars lined the driveway.
Lights glowed warmly through every window.
Music drifted faintly from somewhere inside the house alongside bursts of laughter and conversation.
The house felt alive tonight.
So different from the quiet late night visits you’d grown used to.
And suddenly you realized this wasn’t just Michael’s sanctuary anymore tonight.
It was his family’s home.
His real world.
Michael noticed your nervousness instantly and squeezed your hand gently.
“Hey,” he murmured softly.
You looked up.
His expression immediately softened further.
“They’re gonna love you.”
Your heart melted a little.
Then Michael smiled shyly before adding:
“Honestly I think they already do and they haven’t even met you yet.”
You laughed nervously.
And just like that, some of the fear loosened again.
Then finally
Michael opened the front door.
And instead of climbing quietly through windows into darkness…
You walked proudly beside him through the front entrance.
Exactly like he promised.
The warmth hit you immediately.
The smell of food.
Music humming somewhere deeper in the house.
Voices overlapping.
Laughter echoing through the hallways.
And before you could even fully process anything
“Michaeeeel brought his girrrlfriend!”
Janet’s voice rang dramatically through the house instantly.
You burst into startled laughter while Michael groaned in horror beside you.
“Janet!”
Suddenly people appeared everywhere.
Jermaine grinning immediately from the living room.
Marlon already trying not to laugh at Michael’s embarrassment.
La Toya looking openly excited.
Even Randy peeked around the corner curiously.
And somehow, instead of overwhelming you
It felt warm.
Chaotic.
Alive.
Michael stayed close beside you the entire time though, hand brushing reassuringly against your back while introducing you to everyone properly.
“This is Jackie.”
“Hi!”
“That’s Tito.”
“Nice to finally meet you.”
“And that’s Randy but don’t encourage him.”
“Wow okay rude.”
You laughed nervously through introductions while Michael watched you more than anyone else.
Because honestly?
He was terrified you’d feel uncomfortable.
But instead you fit beside him naturally.
Like you belonged there.
And every time he noticed you relaxing a little more, another piece of tension melted from his chest.
Then Katherine appeared.
And immediately you understood where Michael got his softness from.
Katherine approached warmly with gentle eyes and a calm smile that instantly eased your nerves.
“Oh sweetheart,” she said softly while hugging you lightly. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Your heart melted immediately.
Beside you, Michael looked visibly emotional already.
Because seeing his mother welcome you warmly meant more to him than he could explain.
Meanwhile La Toya immediately grabbed your arm excitedly.
“You are SO pretty by the way.”
“La Toya!” Michael whispered loudly, embarrassed.
“What? She is!”
You laughed while Michael hid his face briefly in secondhand embarrassment.
And honestly?
It made everyone adore you more when you laughed instead of becoming uncomfortable.
Soon enough, Katherine gently recruited you into helping finish dinner alongside Janet, La Toya, and Rebbie.
The kitchen buzzed with warmth and movement.
Pots simmering.
Music playing softly.
Janet sneaking bites of food when Katherine wasn’t looking.
La Toya gossiping dramatically while helping set plates.
And somehow you slipped naturally into the rhythm beside them.
“You know,” Janet said casually while chopping vegetables, “Michael hasn’t shut up about you for days.”
“JANET,” Michael yelled faintly from another room.
The entire kitchen burst into laughter.
Your cheeks burned instantly.
Katherine smiled knowingly to herself while stirring something on the stove.
“He’s happier lately,” she admitted softly.
The room quieted slightly after that.
Not awkwardly.
Tenderly.
Because everyone had noticed it.
The difference in Michael lately.
The softness.
The lightness.
The random smiling.
“You calm him,” Katherine added gently while looking at you warmly. “That’s very special.”
Your chest ached hearing that.
Meanwhile in the dining room, Michael sat pretending to participate in conversation while secretly watching the kitchen every chance he got.
And every single time he saw you laughing with his sisters and mother
He fell more in love with you.
Actually more.
He didn’t even think that was possible anymore.
But watching you fit so naturally into his world made something emotional bloom painfully inside his chest.
Because suddenly he could picture it.
You here long term.
At holidays.
Family dinners.
Movie nights.
Real life.
Not hidden.
Not temporary.
Real.
Then eventually came Joe.
Joe remained quieter than everyone else throughout most of the evening, his presence naturally more intimidating than the others.
When Michael finally introduced you properly, nervousness crept back into his posture immediately.
You could feel it beside you.
Joe looked at you carefully for a long moment before offering his hand.
“It’s nice meeting you.”
The interaction felt slightly awkward.
Not hostile.
Just careful.
Measured.
You answered politely, trying not to overthink every word.
Joe asked about your veterinary work.
Your family.
Your goals.
And although his tone remained stern the interaction wasn’t half bad.
Eventually dinner settled into warmth and laughter naturally afterward.
Stories.
Teasing.
Jermaine joking that Michael looked “sickeningly in love.”
And through all of it, Michael stayed beside you almost constantly.
Like he physically couldn’t stop gravitating toward you.
At one point beneath the dinner table, your hands brushed accidentally.
Michael immediately intertwined your fingers beneath the tablecloth secretly.
And the tiny gesture nearly made your heart burst.
By the end of the night, Katherine hugged you warmly near the door.
“You come around anytime, alright?” she said gently.
Your eyes widened slightly.
“Really?”
“Of course,” Katherine smiled warmly. “Especially if you wanna watch our stories with me sometime.”
You laughed instantly.
Apparently both of you loved the same soap opera.
Michael looked absolutely overjoyed watching the interaction.
Because his mother inviting you back without hesitation?
That meant everything.
Everything.
As he walked you home later that night beneath the glowing streetlights, Michael genuinely couldn’t stop smiling.
Neither could you.
“I can’t believe how well that went,” you admitted breathlessly.
Michael looked over at you softly, squeezing your hand.
“I can.”
You blinked.
Michael smiled shyly afterward before kissing your knuckles gently.
“Because everybody sees what I see.”
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A month passed so quickly it almost frightened both of you.
One moment you were sneaking through Michael’s bedroom window wondering what exactly you meant to each other.
The next?
You had somehow become woven naturally into the rhythm of the Jackson household.
Four times a week, sometimes more, you found yourself back at Hayvenhurst like it had slowly become a second home.
And honestly?
It started feeling like one.
Some afternoons you’d sit cross-legged on Janet’s bedroom floor while she forced you into elaborate doll storylines far more dramatic than actual television shows.
“No because WHY would Ken cheat on Barbie with another Barbie?” Janet Jackson would say passionately while rearranging dolls across the carpet.
You laughed so hard at one point you nearly knocked over the dream house.
Meanwhile Michael would linger nearby in the doorway just watching you both with the softest expression imaginable.
Because seeing you fit into his life this naturally still overwhelmed him sometimes.
Other evenings were quieter.
You’d curl up beside Katherine Jackson in the living room watching soap operas together while she reacted dramatically to every plot twist.
“Oh she KNOWS that man lying,” Katherine would whisper intensely.
And you’d immediately whisper back:
“He absolutely cheating.”
The two of you became so invested that Michael once walked in and found both of you yelling at the television in complete outrage together.
He laughed so hard he nearly collapsed onto the couch.
“You two are unbelievable.”
Katherine just pointed at the TV angrily.
“He got another woman pregnant, Michael!”
Michael immediately backed out of the room still laughing.
And through all of it
You always came for him too.
For Michael.
For the way his face brightened the second he saw you enter a room.
For the way he instinctively reached for your hand now without even thinking.
For the way he looked at you like you were still something miraculous that happened to him.
The feeling between you both had become almost impossible to describe properly.
Like floating.
Like warmth.
Like existing inside some private little heaven untouched by the rest of the world.
Michael especially had changed completely.
He smiled easier now.
Laughed louder.
Even his brothers teased him constantly for walking around “looking lovesick.”
And honestly?
They weren’t wrong.
Because Michael was deeply, hopelessly in love with you.
But alongside all the sweetness growing between you…
Another feeling had quietly started building too.
One neither of you fully talked about aloud.
Sexual tension.
It lingered in tiny moments constantly now.
In the way Michael’s hands stayed on your waist slightly too long after kissing you.
In the way your breath caught whenever he kissed slowly against your neck.
In the way both of you sometimes stopped mid-conversation because suddenly you realized how close your faces had gotten.
It wasn’t aggressive.
Wasn’t rushed.
If anything, it made everything feel more intense because of how restrained it remained.
Michael always stopped things eventually.
Always.
Even when he clearly didn’t want to.
Especially then.
One evening, rain tapped softly against the windows while the two of you lay tangled together across his bed listening to unfinished demos from Thriller humming low through the speakers nearby.
The room glowed dimly gold from a small bedside lamp while your fingers played absentmindedly with the curls near the nape of Michael’s neck.
And God
He loved when you touched his hair.
Michael had been kissing you slowly for nearly twenty minutes now, one hand resting carefully against your waist while the other cradled your cheek.
The kisses had deepened gradually without either of you fully noticing.
Warmer.
Needier.
Your legs tangled together beneath the blankets while Michael kissed you again and again like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
A soft breath escaped him when your fingers slid fully into his curls, and instinctively his body shifted closer against yours.
Your heart stumbled immediately.
Because moments like this always carried this unbearable tension beneath them now.
Not uncomfortable tension.
Longing tension.
Michael’s lips trailed softly along your jaw for a moment, warm and lingering enough to make your stomach flip completely.
Then his hands tightened slightly at your waist.
And immediately
You felt him hesitate.
The hesitation happened every time.
Like Michael would get lost in you for a few seconds before suddenly remembering himself again.
He pulled back slowly afterward, breathing unevenly while resting his forehead gently against yours.
His cheeks were pink.
His curls messy.
And his expression looked almost frustrated with himself.
Not because of you.
Never because of you.
Because he wanted you so badly sometimes it scared him.
And Michael wasn’t used to navigating feelings this intense.
Especially not with someone he loved this deeply.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly almost every single time.
And every single time your heart melted.
Because he looked genuinely worried he’d crossed a line somehow.
You smiled softly, brushing your thumb carefully along his cheek.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
Michael’s eyes searched yours quietly after that.
Making sure you meant it.
You always did.
Because honestly?
You admired him for it.
Admired how careful he was with you.
How intentional he was.
You knew Michael wanted to take things slowly not because he didn’t desire you—
God no.
You could feel how badly he did in every kiss.
Every lingering touch.
Every shaky breath.
But because he cared.
Because he viewed intimacy with you as something emotional first.
Sacred almost.
And truthfully, that only made you love him more.
So instead of pushing further, you’d simply pull him close again afterward, kissing him softly while his heartbeat slowly calmed against your chest.
And eventually Michael would relax fully back into you again, fingers intertwined with yours while both of you lay there smiling shyly in the quiet afterward.
Like two people completely overwhelmed by how deeply they felt things.
And honestly?
Neither of you minded taking your time.
Because every moment together already felt like its own kind of intimacy.
One night that hold finally lifted.
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One night the rain outside had only grown heavier as the night stretched on, it’s been raining everyday now it seems.
You two were just simply watching a movie.
Everything about the room felt warm.
Intimate.
Safe.
You sat curled beside Michael near the edge of his bed laughing softly at something stupid he’d whispered into your neck moments earlier when your elbow accidentally knocked against the cup sitting nearby.
Cold juice spilled everywhere.
Straight down the front of your shirt.
Across your pants.
Even onto the blankets beneath you.
You gasped immediately.
“Oh my gosh!”
Michael blinked before bursting into startled laughter.
“No-no wait-“
You looked down in horror at the sticky mess staining both your clothes while Michael laughed harder, trying unsuccessfully to help while also clearly finding the situation adorable.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezed between laughs. “I shouldn’t laugh”
“You absolutely should not laugh!”
That only made him laugh harder.
Eventually Michael stood and hurried toward his dresser still smiling helplessly to himself while digging through drawers.
“Here,” he said softly, pulling out one of his shirts. “You can wear this.”
Your stomach fluttered immediately.
It was simple.
Just a soft oversized white shirt.
But the thought of wearing something that belonged to him suddenly felt strangely intimate.
Michael handed it over carefully, fingers brushing yours.
And for one tiny second
Neither of you moved.
The laughter faded slowly.
That familiar tension returned instantly.
Heavy.
Warm.
Your pulse stumbled.
Michael swallowed quietly.
Because suddenly he became very aware of what had to happen next.
You had to change.
And despite all the kissing, cuddling, and closeness you’d shared over the past month, Michael still wasn’t entirely prepared for how badly simply imagining you taking your shirt off affected him.
“I can, um…” Michael rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. “I can turn around.”
You smiled softly at how genuinely respectful he still was even now.
“It’s okay.”
Michael’s breath caught slightly.
Still, he turned halfway anyway, trying very hard to be a gentleman despite the fact his entire body already buzzed with nervous anticipation.
You slowly peeled the damp shirt over your head first, then pushed your soaked pants down your legs afterward.
The cool air brushed against your skin immediately.
And when Michael glanced back accidentally—
He froze.
Completely.
Because you stood there in soft red panties and a matching bra that hugged your skin beautifully beneath the warm golden light.
Michael genuinely forgot how to breathe.
His thoughts scattered instantly.
Not because it was vulgar.
Not because he saw you as anything less than precious.
But because you looked unbelievably beautiful standing there in his room wearing his shirt halfway over your arms while rain tapped softly against the windows behind you.
And suddenly every ounce of restraint he’d been carefully holding onto for weeks felt dangerously thin.
You noticed the way his eyes softened immediately.
The way his lips parted slightly before he looked away again almost shyly.
Michael’s chest tightened hard.
Because he loved you.
God, he loved you.
And wanting you this badly while loving you this deeply made everything feel almost overwhelming emotionally.
“You okay?” you whispered softly.
Michael laughed once under his breath, nervous and breathless all at once.
“…Not really.”
The honesty in his voice sent warmth rushing through your stomach instantly.
You slowly finished pulling his shirt over yourself afterward, the fabric swallowing your frame comfortably while Michael watched quietly.
His shirt looked enormous on you.
And for some reason that nearly destroyed him emotionally.
“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly.
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
Not rehearsed.
Not smooth.
Just painfully sincere.
Your heart melted instantly.
Michael stepped closer afterward slowly, like he couldn’t help himself anymore.
The tension between you both had become unbearable tonight.
Months of restraint.
Longing.
Wanting.
All tangled together beneath the soft rain and dim lighting.
His fingers brushed carefully against your waist through the fabric of his shirt before he leaned down and kissed you again.
And immediately the entire atmosphere shifted.
This kiss felt different.
Deeper.
Slower.
Hungry in a way Michael usually tried hard to suppress.
His hands slid carefully along your waist while your fingers tangled into his curls instinctively, and the second you softly pulled at them, a quiet breath escaped him against your mouth.
Michael kissed you like he’d been trying to hold himself back for far too long.
Not rough.
Never rough.
Just intense.
Emotionally overwhelming.
The kiss deepened slowly while rain thundered softly outside, Michael backing you gently toward the bed without even realizing he was doing it.
Your knees brushed the mattress first.
Then Michael’s hands found your face again, cradling you carefully while kissing you more deeply than before.
You could feel how hard his heart was beating.
Could feel the nervousness underneath all the desire.
Because despite how affected he was right now, Michael still treated you carefully.
Like something precious.
His lips trailed softly from your mouth down along your jaw, lingering there warmly enough to make your breath hitch.
Then lower.
Slow kisses against your neck that made your fingers tighten instinctively in his curls.
Michael groaned softly under his breath at the reaction.
And that sound alone nearly ruined you.
Because Michael was usually so composed.
So careful.
But tonight desire had softened him into something more openly needy.
More honest.
His hands tightened slightly at your waist while his lips lingered against your skin, kissing slowly beneath your ear before he buried his face briefly against your neck like he was trying to steady himself.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered breathlessly.
Your entire body warmed instantly hearing it.
You pulled him back toward you immediately, kissing him harder this time, and Michael practically melted against you.
The room blurred around both of you afterward.
Only warmth remained.
Kisses.
Soft breaths.
Hands tangled together.
Michael laying you gently backward onto the bed while still kissing you like he couldn’t get enough.
And eventually, when the moment deepened enough that words stopped mattering anymore, the rain outside continued falling softly against the windows while the lamp beside the bed glowed warm and low
He lifts his lips gently from yours, forehead’s touching, lips slightly brushing against one another
“I’m ready to feel more of you” he whispers breathlessly in your ear
You gently place your hands on Michael’s shirt Slowly unbuttoning it,
Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- physical touch, kissing, Making out, Vet Reader x Michael , this story is so cute, fluff, more spicy , reader and Michael sneak around. Part 2 for all who ask!! Part 3 HAS BEEN POSTED<333
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Summary: After you help Michael with his llama Louie he invites you over to his house. You both are so nervous to be around eachother alone it’s ridiculous, but sweet. The tension is thick between you too , not anything bad , but gosh do you too need to communicate how you feel for eachother.
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The night you helped Louie felt like the beginning of something neither of you fully understood yet.
The air outside still smelled faintly of damp pavement and summer flowers, and the porch light beside your house gate flickered softly while Michael stood in front of you.For a moment, he just stared at you.
Not in a frightening way.
In a soft way.
Then suddenly, almost fumbling with himself, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the small notepad and pen he always carried around for autographs.
You recognized it instantly.
Fans had probably begged for signatures from that very notebook all across the country. Including your brother…
But tonight, his hands shook using it for something entirely different.
Something personal.
Something that made his chest ache in a way he’d never experienced before.
He looked down at the paper while scribbling his number, tongue peeking slightly between his lips in concentration. His curls fell forward near his eyes, and the porch light caught the smooth golden-brown glow of his skin beautifully.
“There…” he mumbled softly before tearing the paper free and handing it to you.
His fingertips brushed yours for barely a second.
Still, it sent warmth flooding straight through your body.
Then came the part that made him even more nervous.
“Could I… um…” Michael scratched lightly behind his ear before glancing away bashfully. “Could I maybe have yours too?”
You tried to stay calm while writing your number down, but your heart beat so hard you worried he might actually hear it.
When you handed the paper back, Michael looked at your number like it was something precious.
The same notebook once filled with autographs now carried your handwriting.
Your phone number.
Something intimate.
Something meant only for him.
And goodness, he thought his heart might actually burst clean out of his chest.
That entire night after you left, he kept reopening the notebook just to stare at your number again.
Smiling to himself.
Touching the ink with his thumb.
Completely lovesick already.
The very next afternoon, your phone rang.
You nearly dropped the glass you were holding when you answered it.
“H-Hello?”
A familiar soft laugh floated through the receiver.
Instant butterflies.
“Hi,” Michael said warmly.
The sound of his voice alone made your stomach flip.
He had called simply because he wanted to know how you were doing.
Nothing important.
No reason.
He just… wanted to hear you.
You curled yourself tighter around the phone cord while he spoke, listening to every little breath and pause like they were treasures.
Michael explained that the next 3 weeks were going to be incredibly busy because of performances and appearances.
“But after that,” he added softly, “I’m gonna be home at Hayvenhurst for a while. We’re starting work on Thriller.”
Thriller.
The word alone made your eyes widen.
You congratulated him excitedly while he laughed shyly at your enthusiasm.
But the second the call ended, you collapsed face first into your pillow and screamed.
Actually screamed.
Because once those 3 weeks passed…
You’d get to see him again.
Not accidentally.
Not briefly.
Really see him.
Maybe even spend time together alone.
And unfortunately for your sanity, your imagination completely spiraled afterward.
You wondered what Michael’s room looked like almost obsessively.
Was it spotless and organized?
Or messy in the way young men usually were?
Did he leave records scattered around everywhere? Song lyrics crumpled on the floor? Jackets hanging over chairs?
Did he dance around while writing music?
Would he introduce you to his family?
Would his brothers tease him mercilessly the second they saw the way he looked at you?
Oh, your brain could barely survive it.
Your friend called it “Michael brain fry.”
And she was absolutely right.
The next 3 weeks crawled by painfully slowly.
Every day felt stretched thin with anticipation.
Every single ring of the phone made your heart leap into your throat.
You found yourself lingering nearby constantly, pretending not to wait for him while secretly waiting for him every second.
Then finally
Exactly 3 weeks and two days later
The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon.
You bolted toward it so quickly you nearly tripped over your own shoes.
By the time you grabbed the receiver, you were completely breathless.
“Hello?”
There was a tiny pause.
Then Michael laughed softly on the other end.
God.
You missed that laugh so much.
“Hi,” he said quietly, almost smiling through the phone.
Immediately, warmth spread through your chest.
Michael sounded shy again, almost nervous admitting how much he’d missed you without actually saying the words directly.
But you could hear it anyway.
You could hear it in the softness of his tone.
In the way he lingered on your name.
In the tiny happy sigh he let out after you answered.
For nearly an hour, Michael talked to you about everything that had happened during those two weeks apart.
He described the enormous theaters he performed in, the bright stage lights, the screaming crowds, the hotel rooms that all started blending together after a while.
Sometimes he drifted into funny little stories, awkward encounters backstage, fans throwing strange gifts at him, one of his brothers nearly slipping during rehearsal.
And you listened to every word like it was sacred.
His voice felt warm and velvety through the receiver.
Comforting.
Intimate.
Like he was sitting right beside you.
Then eventually he asked about you.
You smiled softly while telling him about helping your friend care for her injured pet snake over the past couple weeks.
That immediately sparked something in Michael’s memory.
“Oh!” he said suddenly.
You could practically hear him sitting up straighter.
“My animals…”
His voice softened again instantly afterward, shyness creeping back in.
There was a tiny silence.
Then another.
And then finally
“Would you maybe wanna come over this weekend?” he asked carefully.
Your heart stopped.
“To meet Muscles,” he added quickly afterward, almost nervously.
Your cheeks burned so hot you had to press your hand against them.
It was happening.
Actually happening.
Ever since that night you both kissed, the both of you had secretly replayed the idea over and over in your minds.
Michael especially.
He had imagined opening the gates for you.
Walking beside you through his house.
Watching your reactions to everything he loved.
And now the moment was finally here.
You smiled so hard your face hurt.
“I’d love to,” you answered immediately.
On the other end of the line, Michael grinned so widely his dimples appeared.
And for the rest of that night, neither of you could stop thinking about Saturday.
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Saturday arrived painfully slowly.
By the time the sun finally rose that morning, you’d already been awake for nearly an hour staring at your ceiling, heart fluttering every few minutes whenever you remembered where you were going today.
Michael’s house.
Michael’s room.
Alone with Michael.
The thought alone nearly short circuited your brain.
At exactly 8:03 AM, your phone rang.
You practically launched yourself across the room to answer it.
“H-Hello?”
A soft laugh immediately met your ears.
Michael.
Still sleepy sounding.
Still warm.
And somehow hearing his voice first thing in the morning felt dangerously intimate already.
“Morning,” he murmured softly.
Your stomach flipped instantly.
Michael sat on the edge of his bed while talking to you, one sock half on and curls messy from repeatedly running nervous hands through them all night. Truthfully, he hadn’t slept much at all.
Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured you.
Your laugh.
The way you looked at him while listening.
The feeling of your lips against his.
And every single thought made him more restless instead of less.
“I was thinking…” he said carefully. “I could walk to your house first? Then we can walk back together.”
Your heart melted immediately.
It was such a small thing.
But it felt sweet in a way only Michael could make it feel.
Like this wasn’t just hanging out.
It was something gentler.
Something courting like almost.
Like picking you up for a date without actually calling it one.
“I’d like that,” you answered softly.
The smile in Michael’s voice was impossible to miss afterward.
The next hour was torture.
You changed outfits four separate times before finally settling on something simple enough not to look like you were trying too hard , even though you absolutely were.
A soft red sweater hugged comfortably against your frame, the color warm and rich beneath the morning sunlight spilling through your curtains. You paired it with fitted blue jeans and shiny red Mary Jane shoes that made you feel cute without being overly dressed up.
And yes.
Part of you absolutely remembered Michael mentioning once that red was his favorite color.
You stared at yourself in the mirror afterward trying desperately to calm down.
“This is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself.
But your heartbeat refused to cooperate.
Because although you and Michael had spent time together before…
This felt different.
You’d always been outside.
Walking.
Talking beneath open skies.
But today?
Today you’d be alone together inside his home.
Inside his room.
And the thought made nervous warmth flood through your entire body.
Meanwhile across the neighborhood, Michael was losing his mind quietly.
His room looked like a tornado had swept through it from how many times he’d changed clothes already.
At first he’d tried dressing nicer.
Then too nice.
Then not nice enough.
Then changed again.
Eventually he settled on dark fitted jeans and a soft cream colored button up left slightly undone near the collar beneath a black cardigan. The outfit looked effortless in the way Michael somehow naturally achieved, casual but impossibly attractive at the same time.
His curls framed his face perfectly no matter how many times he tried fixing them.
And God.
He hoped you’d think he looked okay.
Michael paced his room anxiously afterward, glancing around every few seconds.
Board games scattered near the television.
Video game cartridges stacked messily.
Toys and collectibles sitting openly on shelves.
For a brief insecure moment, he considered cleaning it all away.
Maybe you’d think it was childish.
Maybe you’d think he was childish.
But then he stopped himself.
Because hiding those things would mean hiding himself.
And somehow you’d already become the one person he didn’t want to pretend around.
So the games stayed.
The toys stayed.
The real Michael stayed.
Unfortunately, what also stayed was the absurd amount of cologne he’d sprayed all over the room.
Michael coughed dramatically halfway through the third spray.
“Oh my God-“
The room smelled like a department store exploded.
But he was nervous and wanted everything perfect for you.
He’d even carefully made sure the house would be empty today.
His brothers were out.
His parents were busy.
Everyone scattered elsewhere.
Not because he was ashamed.
Not exactly. Not really. Kind of? He didn’t know.
But what existed between you still felt delicate. Undefined.
Sacred almost.
And Michael selfishly wanted this first real visit to belong only to the two of you.
Back at your house, you peeked through the window approximately a hundred times.
The clock seemed frozen.
Your parents were at work.
Jamal was at a friend’s house.
And you were pacing around your living room like a lunatic waiting for the most exciting thing that had happened to you in months.
Then finally
You saw him.
Your breath caught instantly.
Michael’s tall lanky figure appeared down the sidewalk moving toward your house, hands tucked nervously into his pockets while morning sunlight filtered gold across his curls.
He looked beautiful.
Actually unfairly beautiful.
Your stomach flipped violently.
And Michael?
The second he saw you open the front door wearing red, his brain practically stopped functioning.
Red.
His favorite color.
And you looked so pretty.
The sweater made your skin glow warmly in the sunlight, and those little red shoes nearly destroyed him emotionally for reasons he couldn’t even explain.
Michael smiled immediately, unable to help himself.
“You look really nice,” he said softly.
But internally?
He was swooning so hard it bordered on pathetic.
Meanwhile you were busy trying not to die from how handsome he looked standing there in cream and black with shy brown eyes and curls falling near his face.
And just like that, the nervousness softened slightly between you.
The walk back to his house felt dreamlike.
The neighborhood glowed softly beneath the late morning sun while warm wind stirred through the palm trees overhead. Michael walked beside you slowly, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed.
Every accidental touch sent sparks straight through both of you.
The unspoken tension since the kiss lingered constantly now.
Neither of you had truly addressed it.
What you were.
What this meant.
But it existed there quietly beneath every glance and every laugh.
Sometimes Michael would look over at you mid conversation and suddenly forget what he was saying entirely.
And sometimes you’d catch him staring already.
Looking at you with that same soft expression that made your chest ache.
Eventually the massive gates of Hayvenhurst appeared ahead.
Even though you’d seen them before, walking toward them beside Michael himself felt surreal.
The property looked impossibly beautiful up close.
Sunlight shimmered across fountains.
Perfect gardens stretched endlessly around the estate.
The house itself stood enormous and elegant against the blue sky, almost dreamlike in scale.
You slowed slightly in awe.
Michael noticed immediately, smiling shyly beside you.
“It’s kinda big,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Kinda?” you laughed.
Your voice echoed softly through the open grounds while Michael watched your reactions more than the house itself.
Because honestly?
He didn’t care about impressing you with fame.
He just wanted you to like him.
As if reading your thoughts, Michael added gently:
“It’s just us here today.”
Your face heated instantly.
“Oh.”
Michael immediately got nervous hearing your tone.
Not bad nervous.
Just suddenly hyperaware that yes,
You two were completely alone together.
Inside his home.
The realization affected both of you equally.
Excitement.
Nervousness.
Anticipation.
And Michael’s heart practically pounded itself unconscious by the time he led you toward the backyard.
The second Louie spotted you, the llama perked up excitedly and trotted over.
You immediately smiled brightly.
“Well look who it is,” you teased, rubbing his neck affectionately. “Chomper says he’s still offended you called him chunky.”
Michael burst into laughter beside you.
“He did not!”
“He absolutely did.”
Louie made a loud snorting noise mid conversation, and the timing was so absurdly perfect both of you lost it laughing harder.
You stumbled slightly into Michael’s side while laughing, and Michael instinctively steadied you with his hands on your waist.
Then suddenly
Silence.
Not awkward.
Just thick.
Your laughter faded while your faces stayed close, both of you caught staring at each other again.
Michael’s hands lingered slightly too long.
Your heart raced.
And for one dangerous second, it genuinely looked like he might kiss you again right there beside the llama enclosure.
Michael panicked first.
“A-Anyway” he cleared his throat quickly, blushing. “You should meet Muscles.”
You bit back a smile immediately.
God, he was cute when he got nervous.
Michael’s room somehow managed to feel exactly like him.
Warm.
Creative.
Comfortable.
Sunlight filtered through large windows across shelves packed with records, books, stuffed animals, arcade games, and scattered board games stacked near the carpet. A keyboard sat near one corner beside notebooks filled with lyrics and scribbled thoughts.
The room wasn’t overly polished.
It felt lived in.
Personal.
And strangely innocent.
You loved it instantly.
Then your eyes landed on the terrarium.
Inside rested a beautiful green tree python coiled carefully around a branch, its vivid emerald scales almost glowing beneath the warm enclosure light. Tiny flecks of yellow shimmered across its body whenever it moved, and its pale eyes watched the room with calm curiosity.
Your entire face lit up instantly.
“Oh my gosh”
Michael smiled immediately watching your reaction.
“That’s Muscles.”
You crouched beside the enclosure immediately, completely fascinated.
“He’s beautiful,” you breathed softly.
Michael leaned casually against the wall nearby, though internally he was absolutely melting watching you get excited.
You carefully studied the snake with the kind of focused admiration Michael had already fallen hopelessly in love with.
“Green tree python…” you murmured excitedly. “Wow, his coloration is gorgeous. Look how healthy his scales are too, and his body condition is perfect.”
Michael practically melted hearing you ramble.
He loved this side of you so much.
The passion.
The intelligence.
The tenderness.
You carefully held Muscles afterward while Michael hovered nearby completely enchanted by how natural you looked with him draped gently around your shoulders.
And honestly?
Michael swore both you and the snake had never looked prettier.
Then suddenly Michael brightened.
“Oh! I forgot, I have more animals coming.”
Your eyes widened immediately.
“You do?”
“A monkey named Bubbles,” he said excitedly. “And eventually I wanna get a giraffe too.”
You nearly gasped.
“A giraffe?! Michael please tell me the SECOND they get here.”
He laughed warmly. “You really wanna meet them that bad?”
“Yes!”
Michael grinned before holding out his pinky.
“I promise.”
You immediately locked pinkies with him.
Then kissed your joined fingers dramatically.
Michael burst into laughter.
“You’re such a dork.”
“So are you.”
And somehow the childishness only made the connection between you sweeter.
Realer.
Then you noticed the games scattered everywhere.
Your eyes widened excitedly.
“You play all these?!”
Michael blinked. “Yeah?”
“I love board games!”
That immediately launched both of you into animated conversation.
You explained how your parents worked constantly and Jamal stopped wanting to play games with you once he got older.
Michael’s expression softened instantly.
“I know that feeling,” he admitted quietly. “I always ask my brothers to play but everybody’s busy now.”
Something sad flickered briefly behind his smile.
Then suddenly:
“Wanna play?”
And that was how both of you ended up sprawled across Michael’s bedroom floor aggressively competing over 80s board games for the next two hours.
Michael was infuriatingly good at every single one.
“You cheated.”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You’re smug.”
“You’re losing.”
You pointed accusingly at him while Michael laughed so hard he nearly fell backward.
The flirting became impossible to hide after a while.
Every tease lingered too long.
Every smile softened.
Every accidental touch became charged.
Then eventually you spotted Twister shoved near the shelf.
Your eyes lit up dangerously.
Michael immediately narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Twister turned out to be the worst possible idea.
And also the best.
Within minutes both of you were tangled across the colorful mat laughing uncontrollably.
“Left hand blue,” you read out.
Michael groaned dramatically while stretching awkwardly across you to reach the circle.
His face ended up inches from yours.
Way too close.
Your breath caught instantly.
And Michael,
Michael completely lost track of the game.
All he could focus on was your face this close to his.
Your eyes.
Your lips.
The way you were smiling.
“Michael,” you laughed breathlessly. “You’re literally crushing me.”
“Sorry, sorry-“
Except neither of you moved immediately.
Because the tension had become unbearable now.
Your bodies tangled together.
His hand planted beside your waist.
Your knee brushing his thigh.
Both of you breathing too hard for this to still just be about a game.
Then Michael slipped trying to reposition himself.
And suddenly both of you collapsed together onto the Twister mat laughing helplessly.
You landed half beneath him, your legs tangled together while the spinner rolled uselessly across the carpet nearby. Michael caught himself at the last second with one hand beside your head, curls falling messily into his face as laughter spilled breathlessly from both of you.
For a few seconds, neither of you could stop laughing.
Every time one of you calmed down, the other would look at the ridiculous position you’d ended up in and start all over again.
But slowly
The laughter faded.
And the room changed with it.
Michael remained hovering over you slightly, breathing hard from laughing, dark curls shadowing his soft brown eyes while his chest rose and fell unevenly.
You became painfully aware of everything all at once.
How warm his body felt above yours.
How one of his knees rested between your legs.
How his cardigan sleeve brushed your arm every time he moved.
How close his lips were.
Way too close.
Michael swallowed softly.
His eyes dropped to your mouth before immediately flicking back up again like he hadn’t meant to do it.
But you noticed.
And the second he realized you noticed, nervousness flooded his expression instantly.
God, he wanted to kiss you.
He’d wanted to kiss you again nearly every day since that night in your backyard.
Every phone call.
Every letter.
Every accidental brush of your hands.
He’d replayed the feeling of your lips against his so many times it nearly drove him insane during those two weeks apart.
And now you were underneath him looking at him like this?
Michael thought his heart might actually explode.
Your fingers lifted slowly toward his face, brushing one curl carefully away from his eyes.
The touch made him visibly melt.
A shaky breath escaped him quietly.
Then you smiled softly.
And that was all it took.
Michael kissed you immediately.
Not hesitant this time.
Not careful in the way he’d been during the first kiss.
This kiss carried weeks of wanting behind it.
Longing.
Missing you.
Thinking about you late at night while staring at ceilings and replaying your laugh in his head.
His hand slid instinctively to your waist, fingers curling there almost desperately while his lips moved against yours with a softness that somehow still felt overwhelming.
Michael kissed like someone emotionally starved for affection.
Every kiss lingered.
Every movement carried feeling behind it.
He kissed you slowly at first, savoring you, almost like he was afraid this might disappear if he moved too quickly.
But the second you kissed him back harder, something inside him unraveled completely.
A quiet sound escaped his throat against your lips before he could stop it.
Your fingers slid into his curls again, and Michael swore he nearly lost his mind.
He loved when you touched his hair.
Loved it far more than he could probably survive.
His other hand moved carefully to your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while he deepened the kiss again and again like he couldn’t get close enough to you.
And honestly?
He couldn’t.
The tension between you both had been building for weeks now.
In lingering stares.
Mini late night phone calls Michael would sneak in while he was gone for those 3 weeks.
The evening walks.
The letters you too would share.
Late night thoughts.
Tiny touches that lasted too long.
And now all of it poured into the kiss at once.
Warmth flooded through your entire body when Michael shifted slightly closer, his chest pressing fully against yours now while his lips parted softly against your own.
You could feel how fast his heart was beating.
Could feel his nervousness tangled together with want.
Michael’s kisses grew deeper after that, more emotional than polished, like he wasn’t trying to impress you anymore.
He was simply feeling you.
His hand tightened gently at your waist while your fingers tangled deeper into his curls, and every time you kissed him back, Michael reacted like it physically affected him.
Like he couldn’t believe you wanted him this much too.
The room around you disappeared completely.
The games scattered across the floor.
The fading sunlight outside.
The world itself.
None of it mattered anymore.
Only this.
Only him.
Only you.
Michael finally pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against yours while both of you sat there dazed and breathless on the Twister mat.
His lips looked slightly swollen now, like last time, and his curls completely ruined from your hands running through them repeatedly.
And his eyes
God.
His eyes looked absolutely gone for you.
He stared at you like he didn’t know what to do with how deeply he felt things.
Then suddenly, like reality crashed back into him all at once, Michael let out the softest embarrassed laugh and looked away shyly.
You immediately hid your face too, both of you smiling helplessly from pure nervousness.
Neither of you knew how to act normal around each other anymore.
By the time Michael walked you home later that night, the neighborhood had gone quiet beneath the dark sky.
Streetlights cast soft golden pools across the sidewalks while warm summer wind stirred through the trees overhead. Your fingers remained intertwined the entire walk home, neither of you wanting to let go first.
And honestly?
Michael was already dreading saying goodbye.
When you finally reached your front gate, both of you slowed instinctively.
Neither moved to leave.
Neither wanted the night to end.
Michael rubbed his thumb softly over your knuckles while looking down shyly for a moment before finally speaking.
“…You know,” he murmured carefully, “you could come over again tomorrow.”
Your heart fluttered instantly.
“Tomorrow?”
Michael nodded, suddenly nervous again.
“Yeah. Maybe at night though.” He glanced away bashfully. “Everybody’ll probably be home by then but… I can sneak you in.”
You blinked softly.
The idea sounded strangely thrilling.
And sweet.
And intimate.
Like the two of you shared some secret little world nobody else knew about yet.
A smile spread slowly across your face.
“I’d like that.”
Michael’s expression brightened immediately.
And just before leaving, he leaned down and kissed you one more time beneath the porch light.
Softer this time.
Slower.
Like a promise.
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And somehow, sneaking into his home at night became your thing afterward.
Constantly.
Beautifully.
Romantically.
You’d wait until the house lights dimmed low before quietly slipping through the side entrance Michael would leave unlocked for you. Sometimes he’d already be waiting nearby in soft sweaters and messy curls, smiling the second he saw you.
Other nights he’d practically pull you into his arms immediately the moment the door shut behind you.
Those nights became your favorite part of life.
Sometimes the two of you spent hours tangled together on his bed kissing until neither of you could think straight anymore, Michael’s hands warm against your waist while he kissed you deeply like he’d been waiting all day just for this exact moment.
Other nights were softer.
Playing board games.
Watching movies beneath blankets.
Listening to unfinished demos while Michael nervously watched your reactions to every song.
He only ever let a few people hear his unfinished work.
But you?
He wanted you to hear everything.
You became part of his private world slowly.
The real world.
Not the performer version everyone else saw.
And that made your feelings for him deepen dangerously fast.
But eventually…
The secrecy started hurting.
Not because Michael treated you badly.
Never that.
If anything, he treated you too gently.
Too lovingly.
But still
You had to sneak in.
Sneak out.
Hide.
And after weeks of it, insecurity slowly crept into your chest no matter how hard you tried fighting it.
What were you two exactly?
Why did this beautiful thing between you still feel hidden?
One night, after climbing quietly through his window once again, the question finally became too heavy to ignore.
Michael sat beside you on his bed while music played softly from a cassette nearby, one of his unreleased demos humming low through the room.
You twisted your fingers together nervously before finally speaking.
“…Michael?”
He looked over immediately.
The softness in his eyes nearly made you lose courage.
Still, you forced yourself to continue.
“Should I be doubting this?”
Michael’s expression fell instantly.
Your chest tightened seeing it.
“I just…” you swallowed nervously. “Sometimes I wonder why I have to keep sneaking around like this.”
Silence filled the room afterward.
Michael looked down immediately.
And suddenly you realized this wasn’t something simple for him.
His shoulders slumped slightly while emotion flickered visibly across his face.
“No,” he said quietly. “No, baby, don’t doubt us.”
Him saying baby alone nearly broke your heart.
Michael rubbed nervously at his hands before continuing softer this time.
“My family…” He sighed quietly. “It’s complicated.”
You stayed silent, letting him speak.
“We love each other but…” Michael shook his head slightly. “Sometimes everything gets messy. We argue. We fight. Then things get better again.” His voice lowered. “And then they get bad again.”
There was so much exhaustion hidden underneath his words.
So much sadness.
Michael stared down at his lap for a long moment before speaking again.
“What we have means everything to me,” he admitted quietly. “And I think I got scared.”
Your heart ached instantly.
Michael’s eyes looked glossy now.
“I didn’t want anybody ruining this before I even understood it myself.” He laughed weakly through his emotions. “I didn’t want somebody saying the wrong thing and making you leave.”
The tears gathering in his eyes shattered you.
Especially when he whispered:
“And I hate that I made you feel insecure because of that.”
Immediately you moved closer, wrapping your arms around him tightly.
Michael melted into you instantly.
You held him carefully while your fingers stroked gently through his curls.
“We can take our time,” you whispered softly. “Really. I’m not going anywhere.”
Michael closed his eyes tightly at that.
“You don’t have to rush anything,” you continued gently. “Whenever you’re ready… I’ll support it.”
For a moment Michael said nothing.
Then slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you.
The tenderness in his expression nearly hurt.
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
You smiled faintly, touching his cheek.
Michael looked at you for another long moment afterward before finally murmuring quietly:
Content: Post off the Wall/Pre thriller Era- hugging, kissing, Making out, Vet Reader x Michael , Michael is so cute in this story, Fluff, a little spicy at the end.
Part 2 is out now !!!
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Summary: You are an veterinarian who unexpectedly meets Michael while walking through Hayvenhurst streets with your younger brother. Instead of recognizing the famous singer first, you become instantly enchanted by his llama, Louie, a reaction that deeply charms Michael, who’s used to people noticing his fame before anything else. You two connect deeply, intimately, and without thinking you invite him to your house to meet your hamster. I'll make a part 2 if anyone wants it lolol enjoy!
The late evening light spilled navy blue and gold across the quiet streets of Hayvenhurst as you walked beside your younger brother, Jamal, listening to him ramble about something you’d long stopped paying attention to. Your eyes had wandered instead, drawn to the most unexpected sight trotting calmly down the sidewalk ahead.
A llama.
Its fluffy cream colored fur bounced with every slow step, long lashes blinking lazily as it nuzzled against the hand holding its leash. You immediately lit up, tugging lightly on your brother’s sleeve.
“Oh my gosh, look at him,” you whispered, already moving closer. “He’s adorable.”
The young man walking the llama glanced up at your voice. Dark curls framed his shy face beneath a cap, and large brown eyes widened slightly when you approached the animal first instead of him.
You reached carefully toward the llama. “Hi, sweetheart…”
The llama huffed warmly into your palm. “He likes you,” the young man said softly.
That voice made you pause.
Such a soft and tender tone, so specific so-
Your brother nearly choked beside you. “Wait....Michael Jackson?”
And suddenly you realized it was him.
He was even more handsome in person.
You guys just recently moved into the neighborhood a couple of weeks ago, your dads new job pays him a wholeeee lot more than his last one, so he decided to move you and your family into a nice neighborhood.
You knew Michael and his family lived here but you didnt just expect him to just walk the streets. But Just like you and your brother are just simply walking so is he. So you decided to just act like he was just any normal neighbor, because in reality he is.
“What’s his name?” you asked immediately.
A small smile tugged at Michael’s lips, shy but genuine. “Louie.”
You talk to Louie gently, smile at him without any hidden agenda, and don’t act overwhelmed once you realize who he is. That completely lowers his guard. Michael is naturally timid and soft spoken, so he usually keeps parts of himself tucked away around strangers. But your kindness toward animals tells him you’re gentle by nature, and he becomes quietly drawn to that warmth.
"Michael can I pleaseeee get your autograph" Your brother says so shamelessly you could smack his head off.
You take your hands off of Louie for a second and give Michael an awkward smile "Jamal that is so rude" you say as you step infront of your starstruck brother, giving him the "Are you serious right now" face.
"No no it’s okay really, I keep a pen and paper on me just incase someone asks". Michael chuckles as he pulls out a pen and paper , scribbling his name and handing the paper to your brother.
Usually hed be a little annoyed but the kindness and attention you showed Louie gave him a breath of fresh air.
Louie grunts which makes you move closer to the interesting animal once more. You stepped closer carefully, admiring the animal with genuine fascination. “Long banana shaped ears, dense double coat definitely woolly. Probably bred more for fiber than packing too, and he looks really healthy."
Michael has never encountered someone else who knew so much about a llama let alone an animal before. He intensely listened to you ramble about all the facts you know about them, even though he already knew them himself. Hearing it come from another person could make him jump from excitement. His shy wall slowly comes down as he realizes someone is not only interested in his llama but knows so many facts about him? He had to find out who you are. He Had to know more about you.
“How… how do you know all that?” He says softly as he turns to you with a curious smile.
Youve been waiting for the day to come where someone asks you about why you are so knowledgeable about animals. Its like everyone assumes your just weird or just a nerd for knowing these things. You appreciated him asking about that deeply. "Im a veterinarian, well, I just finished vet school that is" You say as you nuzzle Louies chin once more.
“A vet..sounds like a wonderful job” He says as his eyes dart from yours to the ground. A hint of sadness fell across Michaels face, one that wasnt noticeable but could be seen through the look in his eyes. He started to think in another life he'd wouldve become a vet.
You smiled softly at his words, fingers still buried gently in Louie’s impossibly soft fur.
“It really is,” you admitted quietly. “I know people think being a vet is mostly just giving shots and cuddling puppies all day, but it’s so much more than that to me.”
Michael’s eyes lifted toward you again, attentive and warm.
You laughed lightly under your breath. “Animals are honest. That’s what I love most about them. They don’t care what you look like, how much money you have, what kind of car you drive… they just feel your energy.” Your hand moved absentmindedly along Louie’s neck as you spoke. “When an animal trusts you, it’s real. You earn it.”
Michael grew very still listening to you.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt understood without having to explain himself.
You continued softly, your voice carrying naturally into the quiet evening air. “I used to spend hours helping injured birds when I was little. My mom hated it because I’d bring them into the house wrapped in towels.” You laughed again, smiling at the memory. “I just… I don’t know. I’ve always felt calmer around animals than people sometimes.”
Michael’s chest tightened slightly at that sentence.
Because he understood that feeling more than he wanted to admit.
“They don’t pretend,” you added gently. “If they love you, they love you completely. If they’re scared, they show it. There’s something really pure about that.” You glanced toward him then, smiling sheepishly. “I guess I just wanted to spend my life protecting things that can’t always speak for themselves.”
For a moment Michael forgot to answer.
The street around you seemed quieter somehow, the distant sounds of evening fading into the background while he simply looked at you.
Wonder washed over his head.
Because every word you spoke sounded sincere. Untouched by performance or ego. And hearing someone speak about animals with such tenderness made something ache softly inside him.Michael looked down briefly, almost shy again as a tiny smile crossed his face.
“That’s… really beautiful,” he said quietly.
And he meant it.
Deeply.
Because while you spoke, Michael found himself imagining another version of his life entirely one without stages, cameras, screaming crowds, or endless pressure.
Just peace.
Animals.
Quiet mornings.
Gentleness.
Maybe somewhere deep down, that had always been the life he secretly wanted. Louie nudged his face suddenly, snapping him from his thoughts. Michael laughed softly and rubbed the llama’s cheek before looking back at you again.
“I think animals can tell what kind of heart a person has,” he said carefully. His eyes met yours then lingered a second longer than before. “And Louie seems very sure about you.”
You look up at Michael with smile that could basically touch your ears. Not because the Michael Jackson said it, but because you finally met someone who views things the way you do.
Jamal tugs at your sleeve "Hey its getting really dark out, Dad might start to get worried"
Oh crap, talking to Michael made time a foreign concept but in reality an hour had passed.
Michael didnt want you to go. He had so many other things he wanted to say, but he knew you had to go. "It was super nice talking to you guys, have a goodnight. Say bye Louie" He says giggling at his own little joke.
You pet the llama one last time "Bye Louieee. And have a goodnight aswell Michael" You say as you give him a soft smile and grab your little brothers hand and started walking back home.
He watches you two walk a little and made a little note to himself to start walking the streets more often.
A week later, the evening air around Hayvenhurst felt cooler.
The sky had turned that dreamy shade between sunset and nightfall, deep navy melting into streaks of amber behind the palm trees. Porch lights glowed softly along the quiet neighborhood streets while sprinklers hissed faintly across freshly cut lawns. You walked slowly this time.
Alone.
Your hands rested inside the pockets of your sweater as your shoes scraped lightly against the pavement. You told yourself you were just taking another evening walk. But deep down, part of you wondered if maybe you’d run into him again.
And somehow
You did.
Louie appeared first. The fluffy llama rounded the corner with his usual calm little trot, leash swaying loosely beside him. The second you spotted the familiar cream-colored fur, your entire face lit up involuntarily.
Then Michael came into view behind him.
Tonight he wore a dark sweater beneath a loose jacket, curls peeking out softly around his face as he looked down at Louie affectionately. But the moment he glanced up and saw you standing there, his entire expression changed.
Relief.
Immediate and warm.
His face heats up at how pretty you look in this lighting. Your eyes sparkling, your skin shining, your smile as bright as the stars in the sky.
He’d secretly hoped for this too.
“Well…” Michael said softly as he approached, smiling shyly. “I was wondering if maybe I’d see you again.”
Something fluttered embarrassingly hard in your chest.
“You walk Louie a lot?,” you teased gently.
Michael looked down sheepishly, already knowing he’d been caught.
“…Maybe more this week.”
You laughed quietly, and the sound alone made Michael relax further.
That laugh was quickly becoming dangerous for him.
Because it didn’t sound forced. Or impressed. Or nervous around his fame.
It sounded comfortable.
Real.
Louie immediately walked toward you, nudging his nose against your shoulder in greeting. You scratched beneath his chin affectionately while Michael watched the interaction with quiet fascination again.
Animals always told him everything he needed to know about a person.
And Louie absolutely adored you.
“I think he missed you,” Michael murmured.
You smiled up at him. “I missed him too.”
Michael’s heart betrayed him a little at that answer.
Not because of the llama part.
But because for one reckless second, he wondered if maybe you meant him too.
The thought made him glance away quickly.
The streetlights flickered on one by one above you, casting soft golden halos across the sidewalks as the evening deepened.
And somehow conversation with Michael slipped naturally into place again, just like before.
Easy.
You talked about animals again, rescue stories from vet school, weird pet owners, birds you used to sneak into your childhood bedroom. Michael listened to every single word with that same intense softness, fully focused on you like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Most people spoke at him.
You spoke with him.
It felt different.
Safer.
Then, almost without thinking, you said:
“You wanna meet my hamster?”
Michael blinked.
“…Your biting hamster?”
You grinned immediately. “His name is Chomper, thank you very much.”
Michael laughed under his breath, already nodding.
“I absolutely need to meet an animal named Chomper.”
Your backyard felt cozy in the fading evening light.
Tiny garden lanterns glowed dimly around the fence line while cicadas hummed softly in the trees overhead. The grass still held warmth from the afternoon sun, and the scent of jasmine drifted lightly through the air.
Michael paused for a second after stepping into the yard.
It felt peaceful here.
Normal.
No security.
No screaming crowds.
No cameras hidden in bushes.
Just you.
He didn’t realize how badly he craved environments like this until he was standing inside one.
Louie gave a lazy grunt while Michael tied his leash gently to the backyard fence.
“Don’t eat anything weird,” Michael told the llama softly.
You smiled to yourself at the tenderness in his voice.
Then you led him toward the small custom built hamster house near the garden beds.
Michael’s eyes widened immediately.
“You made that for him?”
The tiny house had little painted shutters, a miniature ramp, and even tiny flower pots beside the entrance.
“He deserves luxury,” you said seriously.
Michael burst into soft laughter.
God, he loved how seriously you treated tiny animals.
You crouched beside the enclosure carefully. “Okay, warning you now… Chomper bites literally everybody.”
Michael crouched beside you, curious brown eyes immediately searching for the hamster.
“Everybody?”
“Yes.”
“How bad?”
You looked him dead in the face. “He craves violence.”
Michael laughed so hard he had to cover his mouth briefly.
And the sound did something dangerous to your heartbeat.
Because hearing Michael genuinely laugh felt oddly intimate.
Then Chomper emerged.
Tiny whiskers twitching.
Little paws moving cautiously.
Michael’s expression softened instantly.
“Oh… he’s adorable,” he whispered.
You watched Michael carefully then.
The way he lowered himself slowly.
The way he made himself gentle before touching anything alive.
The way his voice changed around animals, becoming impossibly tender.
It made your chest ache a little unexpectedly. He’s so cute.
“Okay,” you warned quietly. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you.”
Michael slowly held out one gloved finger toward the hamster.
Chomper sniffed it.
Paused.
You braced yourself.
But instead of biting
The hamster climbed directly into Michael’s palm.
You stared.
“No way.”
Michael blinked too, startled. “What?”
“He hates people.”
Chomper curled comfortably against Michael’s hand like he belonged there.
Michael went completely still.
And something shifted inside him quietly at that moment.
Because animals trusted instinct.
They didn’t care about fame.
Or rumors.
Or the endless noise surrounding his life.
They simply felt people.
And this tiny defensive little creature relaxing peacefully in his hands made emotion bloom unexpectedly in Michael’s chest.
Like acceptance.
Pure and uncomplicated.
“He likes you,” you said softly, genuinely amazed.
Michael looked down at the hamster almost emotionally.
“…I like him too.”
Your eyes lingered on him longer than intended.
The backyard suddenly felt smaller somehow.
More intimate.
The lantern lights glowed gold across Michael’s face while Chomper sat calmly in his hands, and for one dangerous second your brain stopped registering Michael Jackson entirely.
All you saw was Michael.
Quiet.
Gentle.
Lonely in ways he tried hard not to show.
And Michael, meanwhile, felt himself becoming increasingly attached to your presence.
You made him forget himself.
Not the fame.
Not the music.
Himself.
The pressure. The performance. The constant awareness.
Around you, he could breathe.
Louie suddenly grunted loudly from the fence, making both of you laugh.
“I think he’s jealous,” you teased.
Michael smiled softly, eyes still lowered toward Chomper.
The weeks that followed settled into something neither of you expected.
A rhythm.
Soft and unspoken.
Some evenings you’d walk the quiet streets of Hayvenhurst hoping to see him and return home disappointed when you didn’t. Other nights, Michael would appear seemingly out of nowhere beside Louie, dark curls catching the evening light while that shy smile slowly spread across his face the second he spotted you. And every single time, without fail, the world around both of you seemed to quiet down.
The walks became longer.
Long enough for the stars to replace the sunset completely.
Long enough for both of you to lose track of time entirely.
Sometimes Louie walked between you like a giant fluffy chaperone. Other times it was just you and Michael side by side beneath the glowing streetlights while cicadas hummed softly in the trees.
And Michael talked to you in ways he rarely talked to anyone.
About childhood.
About music.
About loneliness.
About how strange fame felt sometimes.
Not directly.
Never fully.
But in fragments.
Little pieces of himself he normally kept locked away.And you listened carefully to every single one.
Michael found himself thinking about you constantly now.
In recording studios.
During meetings.
Late at night while sitting alone in his room.
You’d slip into his thoughts randomly your laugh, the way you spoke to animals like they were people, the tiny wrinkle between your eyebrows whenever you were concentrating.
He’d catch himself smiling for absolutely no reason.It terrified him a little.Because Michael Jackson had met thousands of people.But very few ever reached him.And somehow, impossibly, you had.
Meanwhile you found yourself searching every sidewalk instinctively whenever you walked outside.
Looking for dark curls.
For a llama.
For him.
And on the evenings he didn’t appear, the neighborhood suddenly felt emptier than before you met him.
Which was dangerous.
Because you were beginning to miss him in ways you didn’t entirely know how to handle.
One evening, after nearly a week without seeing him, disappointment sat heavily in your chest as you walked alone again.The air smelled faintly like rain, cool wind stirring through the trees while clouds dimmed the last traces of sunset overhead. Streetlights flickered softly against the pavement, and your shoes scraped quietly against the sidewalk.
You tried telling yourself he was busy.Because of course he was busy.He was Michael Jackson.
But that didn’t stop the ache of missing him.
You sighed softly, already preparing yourself to turn back home when suddenly
“Hey!”
You turned immediately.
And there he was.
Michael hurried toward you from down the street with Louie beside him, but something felt different instantly.He looked worried.
Actually worried.
His curls were slightly messy like he’d rushed out quickly, and his usual calm softness carried tension beneath it tonight.
Relief flooded his face the second he reached you.
“There you are,” he breathed.
Your chest tightened unexpectedly at those words.
Before you could even answer, Louie gave a quiet, uncomfortable grunt beside him.You immediately crouched slightly.Your entire demeanor changed into veterinarian mode within seconds.
“What’s wrong?”
Michael looked down at Louie anxiously.
“He hasn’t really been eating since this morning… and he keeps grinding his teeth and laying down more than usual.” His voice softened with concern as he rubbed Louie’s neck gently. “I got scared.”
You carefully examined the llama’s posture.His ears drooped slightly.He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
“Has he been spitting up at all?” you asked.
Michael nodded quickly. “A little.”
You hummed thoughtfully, already piecing things together.
Michael watched you intently while you examined Louie, and God
You were beautiful like this.
Focused.
Gentle.
Capable.
You moved around the llama with calm confidence, one hand resting reassuringly against his fur while speaking softly to him.Michael’s heart was practically collapsing inside his chest.Because seeing you care about something he loved so deeply made him feel something dangerously close to falling.
“I think he might have mild bloat,” you said carefully. “Probably ate too much rich grass too quickly. It happens sometimes with llamas.”
Michael’s eyes widened slightly. “Is he gonna be okay?”
The concern in his voice was so genuine it made your chest ache.
You smiled reassuringly. “Yeah. I think so. But I wanna check him properly first.”
Michael didn’t even hesitate.
“Can we go to your house?”
Not a vet clinic.
Not a professional office.
Your house.
Because truthfully?
Michael could’ve called any veterinarian in Los Angeles.
But he wanted you.
You nodded quickly. “Yes Ofcourse.”
Your backyard became a makeshift examination space within minutes.
The garden lanterns glowed softly again while the smell of damp earth lingered from the incoming rain. Crickets chirped quietly in the dark as you gathered your veterinary tools from inside. stethoscope, thermometer, small flashlight, medical kit.
Michael stood nearby watching you the entire time.
Completely captivated.
You knelt beside Louie carefully, running gentle hands along his stomach while listening with your stethoscope.
“Easy, sweetheart…” you murmured softly to the llama.
Michael’s stomach flipped.Every time you spoke gently to an animal, it did something unbearable to him.You explained everything calmly while working.
“His stomach sounds slowed down, but not severe. That’s good.” You rubbed Louie’s neck reassuringly. “I think he just overate and developed gas buildup.”
Michael listened attentively, worry slowly easing from his shoulders simply because you seemed calm.You mixed a mild anti-gas treatment with warm water and carefully encouraged Louie to drink some while massaging his side gently to help relieve the pressure.
After about twenty minutes, Louie finally let out a loud belch.
You blinked once.
Michael blinked too.
Then Louie immediately looked dramatically better.The llama even gave a satisfied little grunt afterward.
You burst into laughter first.
Michael followed seconds later, laughing so hard he bent forward slightly in relief.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed between laughs. “That scared me so bad.”
“He literally just needed to fart,” you said through laughter.
Michael laughed even harder.
And something about hearing both of your laughter mixing together beneath the night sky made the moment feel strangely intimate.
Warm.
Safe.
Louie wandered lazily toward the grass again like nothing had happened.
Meanwhile Michael couldn’t stop looking at you.
You noticed it eventually.
The silence between you shifted.
Not awkward.
Just heavier now.
Charged.
The lantern light flickered softly across Michael’s face as his breathing slowed from laughter, brown eyes fixed entirely on you.
And suddenly you became intensely aware of how close he was standing.
Your heartbeat stumbled slightly.
“Thank you,” Michael said quietly.
Not just for Louie.
You could hear it in his voice.
For everything.
For listening to him.
For understanding him.
For making him feel normal again.
You smiled softly. “Of course.”
Michael stared at you for another long second before emotion seemed to overwhelm his hesitation entirely.
Without thinking too hard about it, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.
The hug was warm.
Tight.
Almost relieved.
And the second you hugged him back, Michael felt his entire chest cave in emotionally.
Because nobody held him like this anymore.
Not gently.
Not sincerely.
You could feel his heartbeat against your chest.
Fast.
Nervous.
Michael slowly pulled back just enough to look at you.
His face had gone slightly pink beneath the lantern glow.
His eyes darted nervously between yours.
“…Can I kiss you?”
The words came out so softly.
So carefully.
Not confident in the way people expected someone like him to be. Not smooth or rehearsed. If anything, Michael sounded nervous, almost vulnerable,standing there beneath the warm glow of your backyard lanterns while the night breeze stirred gently through the trees.
And somehow that made the moment felt even more intimate.
Because despite being one of the most desired men in the world, he still looked at you like this was something precious he could lose.
Michael’s question barely had time to settle between you before your heart answered for you.
Your fingers lifted instinctively to his cheek.
Michael inhaled quietly the second your skin touched his.
The world around him seemed to stop.
The crickets faded.
The distant traffic disappeared.
Even Louie grazing lazily near the fence blurred into the background entirely.
All he could focus on was you.
The warmth of your hand against his face.
The softness in your eyes.
The fact that you were looking at him not Michael Jackson the not the performer.
Just Michael.
And God, he wanted this so badly it almost scared him.
Michael leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.
His curls brushed lightly against his forehead as he tilted toward you, eyes fluttering shut at the last second. Your breath mingled together in the tiny space between you, warm and shaky and nervous.
Then his lips touched yours.
Soft.
Careful.
The gentlest kiss imaginable.
Like he was handling something fragile.
Michael’s entire body went still the moment it happened.
Because the kiss didn’t feel overwhelming or dramatic the way movies always portrayed love.
It felt quiet.
Real.
Warm in a way that spread slowly through his chest instead of all at once.
And when you kissed him back, everything inside Michael unraveled.
A tiny breath escaped him involuntarily against your lips, almost like relief.
His hands, which had been hovering uncertainly near your waist, finally settled there carefully, fingertips barely pressing against you at first like he still couldn’t fully believe this was real.
You could actually feel how nervous he was.
Not trembling exactly.
Just careful.
Intentional.
Like every touch mattered deeply to him.
Your fingers slipped softly into the curls near the back of his neck, and Michael melted instantly.
A quiet sound escaped him before he could stop it.
Not embarrassment.
Not performance.
Pure feeling.
The kind he usually buried underneath layers of composure.
And suddenly the kiss deepened naturally.
Not rushed.
Not aggressive.
Just emotionally overwhelming.
Michael kissed like someone who had spent most of his life starving for gentleness.
Every movement was tender. Slow. Almost affectionate to the point of ache. Like he wanted to memorize the feeling of you instead of simply chasing the moment.
One of his hands slid carefully upward along your side until it rested against your back, pulling you just slightly closer.
Your chest brushed his.
And Michael swore his heart nearly stopped.
Because this,standing in the soft lantern light with your body close to his while your fingers curled gently in his hair, felt more intimate than stadiums full of screaming fans ever could.
You felt him smile faintly into the kiss at one point.
Not because he was amused.
Because he was happy.
Actually, deeply happy.
The realization overwhelmed him unexpectedly.
Michael had spent so much of his life being touched by people who wanted something from him.
Attention.
Fame.
Pieces of him.
But you touched him with care.
And he could feel the difference in every inch of you.
The kiss grew warmer after that realization.
Needier in the softest possible way.
Michael’s fingers curled slightly against your waist as though grounding himself while he kissed you again and again, lingering each time like he didn’t want the moment to end.
The night air had cooled around you, but neither of you noticed anymore.
Your heartbeat pounded so loudly you swore he could probably feel it against his chest.
And Michael?
Michael felt entirely undone.
Because somewhere between the llama walks, handwritten letters, tiny hamster photos, and late evening conversations…
He had fallen for you quietly without even realizing when it happened.
And kissing you now felt like finally breathing after holding his breath for weeks.
When you finally pulled back slightly, both of you remained close enough to feel each other breathing.
Michael opened his eyes slowly.
His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you, curls messy around his face, brown eyes dazed and unbelievably soft as they searched yours.
For a second he genuinely looked stunned.
Like he couldn’t believe something this gentle belonged to him too.
His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your side while he stared at you with open affection now, all his usual walls gone completely.
Then, in the smallest voice
“…Wow.”
You laughed softly, breathless.
And the sound made Michael smile so brightly it nearly hurt to look at him.
Michael looked absolutely stunned by his own feelings.
Like he couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
Then, adorably, his nervousness returned almost immediately.
He glanced away shyly before laughing softly under his breath.
“I, um…” He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “This is probably a really bad time to ask but…”
You smiled already.
Michael looked back at you with hesitant hope in his eyes.
“Do you maybe wanna come over sometime?” he asked quietly. “I wanna show you my other animals.”
Your heart melted instantly.
Not a fancy dinner.
Not something glamorous.
Just something meaningful to him.
And somehow that made it infinitely sweeter.
You smiled so brightly Michael thought he might actually fall in love with you right there.
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Content: Thriller Era- Slightly Jealous Michael, flirting, reader does struggle a little with anxiety, michael x reader, a Little spicy at the end , dry humping , fluff to smut, reader and michael move kind of fast lol,kissing, might make a part 2 depending on how this one does<3
Summary: Your Bill Brays daughter , who also happens to be a young ,up and coming makeup artist who does regular makeup but with dreams of specializing in special effects makeup . Michael gets you a job on set, and you two start a particular bond from there on out.He takes more of a liking to you than you think, your oblivious to it though….. luckily Michael is a very determined person, especially when it comes to what he takes interest in.
You walk into, what could only seem like a dream from your nightmares, and time stands still.
Never would you have thought that you’d be on a professional set doing what you love.
When your Dad, Bill, first brung up the idea you absolutely refused to have him ask Michael could you work on the make up team on the thriller set.
Even though people told you your work was good, a part of you didn’t think you were even close to ready to work in such a professional setting.
Your Dad was persistent though, asked you all day and night . You weren’t getting many clients , your main job at the supermarket was a pain in the ass , so you finally gave in.
The set was terrifyingly beautiful and the work space was intimidating. People were everywhere and you had NO idea where to go.
Palms sweaty , Confused, regretting even coming to this place..
Your eyes scan the set in hopes to see a familiar face, someone , someone that can convince you to not turn around and throw your dreams away, just simply because you’re nervous.
“Hey There”
A soft voice chuckled from behind you.
A voice so distinct that your heart instantly stopped beating like it was about to explode.
You turn to see a lanky yet strikingly beautiful young man infront of you, making you scan him for a minute admiring the view infront of you.
“Hey Michael”
You let out in a sigh of relief ,
Michael looks at you with a confused expression on his face wondering why you aren’t with the make up team
He points to a room in the distance.
“I’m going to make sure they take good care of you okay?, I want this to be a good experience for you”
You nod your head as you two walk towards the make up area.
Your breathing starts to pick up at a fast pace again and Michael notices, wanting to make you feel at ease.
Someway , somehow , he wants to make you feel okay.
He’s always been an empath, always wanting to make sure everyone around him is comfortable, especially people who have a special place in his heart.
Michael takes your hands in his, which makes you jump a bit , but you realize he’s trying to help you calm down.
“Your work is absolutely amazing, Bill showed me all the photos of your work , you truly are gifted. If you ever need anything just come to me and I’ll help you out okay? I’ll make sure the team knows to take care of you , and if something happens come to me and I’ll take care of it. We’re going to have a wonderful time”
He delivers his mini speech to you with a big smile on his face , while slightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles .
Michaels eyes scan your face to see if his speech worked just even the tiniest bit.
and he realizes he never really took the time to observe every detail of it.
Has your eyes always been that pretty? , has your hair always been so perfectly styled? , has your lips always been so plump?
“Thank you Michael , that really helped me a whole lot” you say giving him a soft smile
It’s like he read your mind and knew exactly what to say.
His thoughts unfortunately come to a stop as someone comes up and tells Michael he’s needed for something having to do with the set.
He gives you a soft wave as he walks away, his face beaming with a smile knowing he made you feel better. also leaving with you lingering on his mind.
Now here you are , doing what you love , fully confident applying makeup on the extras. It was like Michael’s words were magic , every makeup look turned out perfect. Your then shaky hands were now steady as a rock.
You were in the middle of doing one of the extras makeup when a man came up to you asking you to step outside the room for a second.
“Michael has requested that you are the one to do his final makeup touches for the movie scene, he says your the best at it”
Oh shit. Your heart sinks
Me?
What if I do bad , what if I mess up , what if i accidentally stab him in the eye , extras was one thing , but the star of the short film? Oh god.
Your thoughts run ragged as the man guides you to the makeup trailer Michael was in.
You walk in and see an enthused Michael sitting in a make up chair with a smirk on his face.
“What can I say I wanted the best of the best” he says as he gestures for the man to leave so you can start working on his face.
You walk over to him, feeling your heart beat rush again
“ Michael this is to much responsibility , I’m going to screw this up” you say as you shove your face in your hands silently shrieking in fear.
Michaels nosed scrunched at the mere thought of someone as talented as you doubting yourself, part him of understood though being so hard on himself and most times being a perfectionist.
“You have nothing to worry about, I believe you are going to do just fine, I’ve been hearing good things about your skills all day actually”
Michael then stretches his hand out once more, this time intentionally, to feel the warmth of your hands on his. The details of your face has been on his mind all day.Oh how badly he missed it in between takes. He had to see you again, to touch you again.
You hesitate at first, but you slowly interlock your hand with his, giving your heart an instant cool down again. His energy was like medicine to you.
He then slowly moves you closer to him, one hand in yours , one on his chest. Your almost in-between his legs , sort of straddling over him standing, while he sits in the chair. He looks up at you, with such a swave look in his eyes, making your face heat up a bit because of how pretty he looks from this angle. "This is something I do when I get nervous. I just put a hand on my heart and breathe. In and out, slowly." Michael then takes your free hand and places it on your own chest. "Like this?" You ask, wondering if your even doing this right. "Mhm, just like that" he says nodding his head in approval, never breaking eye contact with you. You always expected Michael to be more shy but maybe he was a physical touch kind of guy? You didnt want to read into that much, he probably has so many other girls practically lined up. You two then start to breathe together, matching eachothers pace. You feel your heart calming down but your cheeks flush as Michael gently drags his fingers along yours. Do not read into it , you think to youself over and over.
"Wow, that actually helped so much again, your like a wizard Michael" You say as you chuckle. Not even thinking to much of it , you grab his hand off his chest and placed it on yours. Michaels eyes widen, now his heart is the one beating fast, as his hand is near your chest. "You feel it Michael?" you ask looking down at him with a look of glee. "f-feel what" he asks confused to what you meant... did you mean your chest orrr- "My heart silly, I dont think its beat like this all day, you truly are a lifesaver you know that. I struggle with staying calm, especially in new enviorments, ill keep this breathing technique close to my heart forever. Thank you." You release your hands from his and go over to the makeup desk to gather what you needed to touch him up.
Michael didnt want that moment to end, you were so warm, so pretty, so soft, so kind, and so so talented.
This couldnt be the end of your time together it cant be, he had to find a way to see you again, outside all of this. He wanted to get closer to you, to know you more, to hold you once more.
You grab a brush and slowly lean towards Michaels face, so focused on your work, you didnt realize how much Michaels leg was shaking. You smelled so good and the way you looked while focused on your work could send him over the edge.
"You have such good bone structure Michael, a perfect canvas for art" you say giving him a small wink. "R-really?, i dont think so, I feel like I require so much work" he says with a small faint laugh, but you could feel the sadness in his tone.
You give him a stern look, which causes him to start to regret even saying that. Was he being to vunerable, was that an odd thing to say?
"Michael your one of the prettiest, most handsomiest people ive ever laid eyes on. My favorite canvas ive ever done." you say as you slighly grab his chin to finish up some final touches.
Michael genuinely didnt know what to do with himself. His face could blow steam as hot as it was.
You turn him towards the mirror so he can see the finsihed product. Michael sat and stared at himself for a moment, silence filled the air but it wasnt awkward... it was intimate.
“You’re absolutely amazing, I’m speechless” he says admiring his face in awe.
"Oh stop it Michael your face was already perfect, I just enhanced what was already there "
Oh this cannot be the last time you two were this close, Michael is practically put in a trance by your presence alone.
You give him a soft smile and start to pack up the makeup that you used.
Michael starts to think... would it be weird if he were to ask for your number ? Your Bills daughter wouldnt that be odd? What If bill hates that? What if he starts to hate him...
His mind goes back and forth until he came to a conclusion that Bill is his trusted body guard, friend, and father figure. He knows Michael character, he knows hes a good guy. It wouldnt hurt to just get her number right?
"Wait- before you go" Michael stands up and walks infront of the door right before you were about to walk out. He has this sort of look on his face like his constipated or something, you started to think maybe he wasnt feeling well or the makeup actually wasnt to his liking.
He takes a deep breathe like hes about to say a million words but only 5 come out.
A month had went by , and Michael would call your phone at the exact time every night, 9:00 pm.
He would talk about his day or a new animal he wants to get. He'd always tell you random facts about the world or nature in itself. Hed slightly say little stuff about his family problems here and there but nothing to into depth. Youd always make sure to give him your full attention and he did the same for you. He was such a talkative person to your surprise. His voice never got old ringing in your ears, there wasnt another one like it. One thing you guys would really bond over is your love for movies. You both would talk for hours about your favorite ones and which characters you guys related too. These conversations were pretty friendly so you didnt think anything of it really, you guys had become close but maybe he just saw you as a friend. Do friends really call every night though?... is one of the thoughts that would ring through your mind. Sure you find him super attractive and kind, but Michael could have any girl he wants.. why would he choose you? You arent flashy or a superstar like him, there's no way hed ever take you seriously.
So one night you bring up that a guy asked you out to the movies to see the new movie terminator thats coming out later this week. Whats the harm in telling a friend that ?
"Yea hes an old coworker I used to work with at the supermarket before i started makeup full time, he was sweet about it so I decided to say yes, not my ideal type but why not y'know."
Michael instantly feels a pit in his stomach, the thought of another guy expressing interest in you makes him feel sick. The thought of him picking you up in his car, you guys sitting close together, you two sharing popcorn. God. He could kill the guy and he doesnt even know him.
The other line goes quiet.
"Michael...Hello?"
"Yea yea im here, what does this shmuck look like anyway, whats his name?"
You chuckle at his tone, is he jealous or is he being protective?...
"His name is David and hes a beefy guy, looks kinda rough around the edges but he makes it work." you say still clueless to Michaels intentions for asking.
"Doesnt sound impressive to me."
When your late night calls finally came to a close Michaels mind didnt. He had to do something about this , he had to intervene , theres no way hes letting some guy named David take you out before he does. As possesive as it sounds he wants to be the only guy taking you out.He regrets not doing it before but this was his push to do so....his sign.
The next night that Michael calls his vibes seem a bit off, its like there something hes avoiding saying or something hes trying to say.
"Michael is everything alright?" you twirl the phone cord in your hand fidgeting with it a bit, you started to worry if you said something wrong.
"No no yea im alright sorry, its just, you dont really want to go out with that guy do you? You could go out with much better." he delivers his sentence in such a soft way but you could tell he was being serious about this.
You chuckle
"You dont even know the guy, how would you know whats better hm? Got any better options for me?" This question was obviously a joke to you but to Michael it was his chance.
"I actually do"
Michael starts to tap his foot at a fast pace
"Would you like to go to see Terminater with me instead? I'll have my assistant rent the movie space out for the day. I promise we will have a good time. Id love to see you again."
what?
Is he asking you out on a date or are you overthinking it?
"l-like a date?" it was hard for you to even muster those words out incase thats not what he meant.
"Mhm Like a date" Michael almost bit his lip off as he waited for your answer
The day of the date comes and you make sure you look perfect. Hair perfectly curled, make up is on point, and you mightve worn a dress that so happens to show off your figure.
Since you and Michael havent told your dad about the date, you decided to drive to the movies yourself. Makes its less suspicious that way. You guys will tell him eventually....you think.
You make it there and you remember Michael told you his assistant inside will guide you to him.
You walk into a empty movie theater, the only people there are the workers who are overjoyed at the fact that they got to get an autograph from Michael.
His assistant guides you to the movie theater room that Michael is in.
Right by the door there he was.
He wore a red sweater and jeans, his hair shined like diamonds, and gee did he smell like heaven. Honestly he looked so handsome you could die.
"Thank you so much, we are okay from here now" Michael reaches out for your hand and guides you to the seats
"You look so beautiful, that dress looks amazing on you" Michael gazes at you, with a smile that makes you internally blush.
"Thank you, you look good yourself" You say as you two take your seats
He couldnt believe his eyes at how pretty you were , how your dress hugged your figure, and how your smile made him weak in the knees. He had been waiting for this day all week, it was like a dream come true.
The movie starts and you two just start off by sharing the popcorn, hands slightly touching while you both reach into the bucket. Both of your knees touching, little touches, but to Michael it was everything.
You two, in the movie theater, alone, it was perfect.
Halfway through the movie once that popcorn was finished , he slowly
moved his arm around you, classic move. Yet, it made you so flustered.
Michael then turns to you, and he looks constipated again, this time you know its because hes been thinking long and hard about what to say.
"Sorry to interrupt you from the movie but, ive been meaning to tell you something. Since that moment in the makeup trailer on set , theres not a day when your not on my mind. Our calls are my favorite part of my day, ive never met anyone who truly cares about my interests. You always take the time to listen and ask questions even when I go on rambling. You are such a loving, beautiful, person and my heart hasnt stopped yearning for you since I last saw you. I like you a whole lot"
His words practically made you melt in your seat, and to be honest you were speechless. All this time youve been pushing your own feelings down because you were so naive to how he actually felt about you.
Michael stares at you waiting for a response getting nervous because he sees you biting your cheek hesitating on what to say.
The thing is you didnt want to just say something
You place your hand on his cheek and move your face closer to his. "I like you a whole lot too" you whisper as you plant a small kiss on his cheek. The warmth of your hand on his face makes Michael dissolve in your touch. The softness of your hand makes him want more of it. More of you. After you kiss his cheek you take your hand off his face, and now its on his thigh. Michael could practically pass out , this is all he ever dreamed of. He stares at your lips , perfectly coated with lipstick and thinks about how much he wants it all over his.
He takes his index finger and slightly curls it under your chin pulling your face closer to his once more, this time your lips slightly touching. "Can I?" He asks softly his heart practically jumping from the tension. You two , alone , in a dark theater. "Yes please" you say practically pleading for him to kiss you.
His lips locks with yours and its just how he imagined it. So soft on his, cherry flavored lipstick that he wants to taste more of, slowly sliding his tongue in your mouth expanding the kiss. He was hungry for you. You two kiss slowly but it was passionate. He moves his hand from your chin to your waist as he pulls you closer , chest to chest. You move your arms to wrap around his neck pulling you two even closer. Your tongue finds its rhythm with his and now the kiss gets more sloppy. His hands start slowly roaming your body slightly gripping, practically groping you all over. His touch feeling electric all over your body, the tingles you felt everywhere especially in a certain area. Without breaking the kiss you get up and and sit on his lap and straddle him making him groan in response. One hand still on your waist as one moves to your ass as he grips it. This makes you ache for more as you start to grind on what you feel poking you from beneath under his jeans. You’re wearing a dress so the only barrier stopping you from fully feeling Michael was his thick jeans against your wet panties. He presses your hips down a bit to feel you a bit more which causes you to gasp in pleasure feeling his hard on erect even more.The sensation of you two grinding on eachother fills the movie theater with moans. You remove your lips from his which causes Michael to let out a little whine in response. You then place your lips on his exposed collar bone biting it a bit making him throb under you. You move from his collar bone to his neck and start to slowly suck on it, while rubbing your hand on his thigh.Not wanting to give Michael a hickey because he does have an image to uphold, you stop before it could show. You put your lips back on his and now his hand is rubbing your neck, more so hes gently grabbing your throat.
He pulls your neck closer to his face and plants small kisses on the side of it , he wanted to return the favor. so soft and so gentle, so intentional in where he kissed. He licks you slowly from your neck and slowly to your ear nibbling on it, making you tingle once more.
Slight moans and kissing noises fill the air and before you two know it the movie is over and the theater went pitch black.
"Wait what happened at the end?" You say giggling and SO out of breathe.
