Summary: You decided to help Michael improve his anatomy drawing skills
Warnings: post Off the Wall era, artistic nudity, smut, fingering , sex, intercourse, (em dash â ai) wrote this at 3 am so expect spelling errors
Modeling has always been your dream, music however was not â other than listening to it you have no interest on learning it more, thatâs why you couldnât believe your music loving father who was in a band once, got you an internship in the music industry. You were absolutely furious. So you were determined to just get it over with already and move one hopefully finding away to pursue your actual goals, little did you know â you were about to be an intern for a team thatâs working with a future worldwide superstar.
How lucky you are to found out that the people you were working for was the people whoâs working with the Michael Jackson, and ever since the hit album Off the Wall, you just couldnât contain yourself with excitement. Whenever you were told to bring a cup of coffee â or bring up stacks of papers from the producers there, if Michael was around, you couldnât help but feel nervous. It wasnât that you were a big fan or anything, i mean you got to hear his good music non stop against your will, obviously â since you work at the studio, you felt a little underwhelmed by his music. But now watching him transitioning to his next album, you admit you were excited, and not surprisingly â you had a small crush on him.
Not once you spoke a word to him. He always appeared busy making new hits, and you donât seem to complain. You get to see him every day from a far, whenever he records, discuss ideas with people, what more could you ask?
On this particular day, it was time to head out. And of course as usual, your job was to clean up the room. Stack up scattered papers â and make sure to READ the said papers in order to not miss organize them, wipe the tables carefully from coffee mug stains. You went into the recording room not knowing it was completely empty, you walked in with hum, your eyes were looking anywhere but straight ahead. You finally realized the figure still sitting in the room â it gave you quite a scare. You were startled, making the man noticed your presence. It was Michael Jackson.
âSorry! i thought everybody leftâ you explained, Michael smiled âyeah i decided to stick around a little longer, didnât mean to scare you like thatâ he says. He had his notebook set, it looked like he was still writing some notes âI was told to clean up after but, i could come back laterâ you declared âoh! help yourself, just pretend iâm not hereâ Michael insisted. âpretend iâm not hereâ right like thatâs possible. Of course being only an intern, you donât have the bravery on declining, so you nod.
You try to act normal, doing what you usually do, you picked up papers that were left unusually â on the floor, shelves, and chairs. While you were trying your absolute best not to look like you were hold against your will being there, you often turn you head looking at the corner of your eye, seeing what was Michael doing, was he perfecting lyrics? surely he was. When you turn to the same table Michael was in â wiping out coffee mug stains, you got a better look on what he could be doing.
He was drawing. You couldnât believe it, you blinked a couple times to see if you saw was correct, he was doodling â and they were good, surprisingly good. You couldnât contain yourself to not be curious. âI had no idea you draw mr. Jacksonâ the question slip out. ,Michael turn his head, spotting your look of amazement. âOh these? Theyâre just doodles reallyâ he chuckled. âWell theyâre amazing, where did you learn how to draw like that?â You casually asked the question, âIâm mostly self taught, I learn visuallyâ he smiles. He still gazed by your amazed and admirable expression, still looking at the drawings. âHave we formally met before? I know you work here, I often notice you walking around through the roomsâ Michael asked. He noticed you? Strange.
âIâm actually an intern here, my father sort of put me up to this. He says itâll give me more insight and experienceâ you quickly explained. âWell, how is it so far? You like working here?â He asked. âItâs great..â you answered mistakenly in an awkward manner letting your eyes drift off for a moment. Michael notice the tone of your answer, he grabbed your attention again âIâm assuming thereâs more to it?â He guessed. You chuckled and brushed away your hair, then proceeded to sit down next to him.
âItâs great donât get me wrong â I got to see you do your work and all but, in all honesty Iâm just doing this for my father. I never quite have a deep interest for music in the first placeâ you shrugged. Michael leaned in âreally? Then⌠what are you intoâ he asked. You looked away â a bit embarrassed on your answer âbeing a model..â you smiled and looked down. âThatâs great, you should definitely be one â I mean you sure got the looksâ Michael complimented. You looked up didnât expect such an answer âYou think so..?â You questioned. âYeahâ , Michael laughed looking back on his notebook. âHmm you know speaking of models, Iâm having a difficult time getting basic body anatomy correctlyâ he told to himself. You peeked over to see his attempts âmaybe you just need the right referenceâ you point out. It took a moment before an idea spark in Michaelâs head, heâs head turn towards you âI just got an ideaâŚI think we can maybe help each other outâ Michael says, you were confuse at first. âHowâd you like to be my reference model?â Michael asked.
You swore you didnât heard that correctly. âmeâŚ?â You point to yourself. âYeah why not? Your dream is becoming one right? This can be your first gigâ for a moment you thought you were dreaming, almost couldnât form a sentence âI-Iâd be honored..â you gasped. You looked around the looked back at him ââŚright now?â You asked. Michael chuckled âno, that wouldnât be a good idea. Tomorrow â weâll do it in my place, howâs that?â You smiled âokay, tomorrow Mr Jacksonâ you replied, Michael scratch the back of his neck âplease, you can just call me Michaelâ he insisted. Your face suddenly felt hot, was this real?
The next day had come, and recording session was over, which means time to head home â in this case going the Michael Jackson home, you still didnât believe that this was happening. You almost couldnât get out of the house earlier that morning on how stressful you were picking an outfit. Although speaking of which, Michael didnât quite specify on how this is gonna work, he asked you to be his reference model so he could learn to draw anatomy better, so theoretically⌠clothes arenât all that important- oh god what are you thinking.
âWeâre hereâ Michaelâs words cut you back into reality, you were already in his car driving back to his house. You stepped out of the vehicle â you were inside the gates of the famous house of the Jacksons. you remember you watched on tv where reporters and fans often gather up outside the gates, you never expected youâll ever got a chance to be inside it.
âYou know this actually a good chance too, since my family is out and i got to convince them to not come â since this was originally supposed to be my day offâ Michael explained as he walked you inside the house. âi hope this wasnât a mistake, since this was suddenly plannedâ You said with an apologetic tone. âDonât worry, it was my idea â and i also think itâs a better use of my time tooâ he joked. âWell make yourself at homeâ he added.
You hadnât realize that Michael had lead you to his bedroom, and you noticed once he opened the door the bed was the first thing you saw. Breathing suddenly feels like a struggle, you followed Michael, daring not to wander off. âYou can sit down hereâ he pointed at his bed, you carefully sat and the edge of the bed and place your bag in the floor while Michael pulls up a chair, he placed it down across the end of the bed. âAlright, you can start whatever, try be as comfortable as possible â not sure how fast iâm gonna beâ Michael sat on the chair getting his notebook ready. âOkay..â you quickly answered. Michael noticed that you were feeling nervous âYou can relax, you donât need to worry â this is for the sake of artâ he perked up. You couldnât help but smiled with him
âokayâ you started adjusting your pose, something maybe not to difficult for him , but also something not too flat. The outfit you were wearing was a simple purple dress with a zipper in the back, the length reach just below the knee. The pose you decided was both your legs folded into one side â sitting sideways on the bed. One arm extended behind with your hand resting on the mattress for support while the other rest loosely across the bent leg, you smiled just a little to not make things awkward. Michael followed your smile as he started drawing.
While Michael draw strokes with his pencil, you couldnât help but let your eyes wander. Getting to know his room, his bed was also very comfortable, and of course it being a bigger size then yours. After a few hours past, you noticed Michaelâs expression looked puzzled. âFinish..?â you questioned âo-oh yeah sort ofâ Michael flipped the notebook showing you the piece âIt looks goodâ you compliment.
âYeah but â itâs still not quite there yetâ Michael gave the drawing a second look. You thought itâs interesting seeing Michael being a protectionist not only in music but in art as well. âI think the problem is iâm to focus perfecting the folds on your clothes.. i could try againâ He looks up to you. âbefore you do that, would it be alright if i go to the bathroom firstâ you asked a bit hesitantly. âoh sure itâs down the hall thereâ Michael directed. You quickly stood up taking your bag as well to the bathroom.
You were washing your hands, as you look at yourself in the mirror. You started to worry a bit on you being here was of any help for Michael, you couldnât forgive yourself if your visit here is a total waste. You start to think what can you do more. Michael wants to improve drawing anatomy, nothing else. A dangerous idea strike into your head like lighting, you were arguing with yourself whether this is a good idea or an idea that will definitely get you into deep trouble. It was decided, you then grabbed your bag â which you were now going to open.
Minutes later you return to Michaelâs room, he already had his pencil sharped and a new empty page, he smiled on your return. You stood in front of the bed â Michael waiting for you to sit down âare you ready..?â he dearly asked. You swallowed your breath, âNot yetâŚâ you replied. You then reach over your back, finding the small zipper from your dress. After fully unzipping, you peeled off your dress from the sleeves, exposing your bare shoulders. Michaelâs eyes widen, later it was your collarbone â then even lower, until your breast were fully shown. Pulling the dress even further down, reaching your navel â it was far enough where you now let go of the dress leaving it to fall down. on its own reaching your feet. You now stood there fully naked. âReadyâ
Michaelâs mouth slightly opened his eyes felt like there were in a trance. âDo you have any.. pose ideas?â you questioned tilting your head slightly. The question snap Michael back to reality, he blinked a couple times before answering âu-uh youâre the model, the floor is all yoursâ he stuttered. âokayâ you replied back, you sat down on to the bed getting ready into position â this time, the lay down on your side facing Michael, the palm of your left hand rested onto your cheek, while the other rested onto the mattress â just under your breast. âis this good..?â you smiled slightly. It took a solid moment for Michael to be out of his trance again, realizing you were waiting for his answer âyeah-! very..â he choked.
As Michael drew, you noticed some details about the artist. Heâs eyes were looking back and forth from you and the drawing in a faster pace, the hand he was drawing with happened to tremble â like a student who had forgotten all the answers in the test, his mouth, constantly moving. Lips being licked, swallowing his breath often, sometimes being slightly open â enough to hear him breath a little heavier then before.
You couldnât help but feel hot and heavy by these small things, the concept of you making Michael Jackson act this way made your head spin and incredibly damp. You bit the bottom of your lip, trying to swallow these lustful thoughts, you tried focusing on Michaelâs expression. Before â on the first drawing, he looked perplexed â but now he looked more focused than ever.
You spaced out for seconds before Michael had snap you back in âcan you⌠change poses â this oneâs finishâ he ordered, funny he didnât show you the first piece, but of course you complied. You change your position from lying down to sitting directly towards Michael, one arm extended behind, supporting your weight, the other placed on your thigh, you head tilted to slightly â you lowered your head down slightly as well, your legs â they were crossed.
Michael continued to draw, as you pose, your eyes wandered once again, since your direction was lowered, that was all you could focus on. You then noticed something â something dangerous.. as Michael was too focused on his notebook as he held it up high, you got a good view of his lower body. You noticed something throbbing, under his tight pants. Only a few minutes later he looked up from the notebook. âCould you⌠part your legs pleaseâ he requested with a stuttering voice. You looked back at his gaze, you didnât answer, you didnât nod â all you did was do what he asked. Your legs slightly parted, Michael stared â holding his pencil tighter â..widerâ he command. You then spread your legs wider, wide enough your pussy is exposed, the wet slick drips across in between folds as it glistens. Your face was burnt red, you couldnât make eye contact with Michael anymore.
Speaking of Michael, once he got a full view, he exhaled a shaky breath. Michael stood up from his chair, walking towards you. He tossed down his notebook and pencil on the mattress without looking twice. You turn your head up to face him â as he faces you, his hand caresses your face. âWhat do you want.â Michael spoked, âto help you â for the sake of artâ you shot back, Michael was taken aback by that answer, he couldnât help but crack a smirk â that soon after turned into a chuckle. He leaned down to your level and kissed your lips, for a second you were about to pinch yourself â but you were sure that this most certainly is real, You closed you eyes as you kissed back.
You both kissed softly, feeling each otherâs lips. It turned more and more tense as you wrap both of your arms around Michaelâs shoulders, Michael the grabbed a hold of your thighs tightly â picking you up and throwing you deeper into the bed, you both parted your lips. You lay down having your elbows support your weight looking directly at Michael, as Michael gaze down at you, your thighs are now in between his knees. He started taking off his clothes and his pants, leaving him only in his underwear â his erection, bulging out. He lowered down kissing you once again, you fully let your back rest into the bed, wrapping you arms around him. Michaelâs hands roam around your soft body, one feeling up your curves â resting at the dip of your waist, the other cupped your breast, his thumb circling your hard nipples. Michael moved his lips to your jawline, continue giving kisses â you sigh at the sensation, and you couldnât hold it much longer.
âMichael.. I need you..â you breathed out, from cupping your breast, Michaelâs hand went to you folds. You were drenched, you tossed you head back as you moan, the one hand on your waist was now cupping your face âYour beautifulâŚâ Michael muttered as he pecks your neck. His fingers moved faster, feeling your sticky wet entrance, your walls clench onto his fingers so they wouldnât let go. You bit your lips, holding back noises you desperately needed to release âbaby please⌠I want to hear youâ Michael begged, he stuffed his head onto your neck as his fingers went deeper in. You were able to let out moans and sighs, each plunge his fingers did, you were about to burst. Just when you could feel your orgasm coming close, Michael released his fingers, you whined automatically. Michaelâs fingers were coded with your slick, he gladly licked and sucked it which his mouth. You were about to say something but then Michael sat up and pulled you closer from your legs, he pulled down the last piece of clothing he had revealing his hard cock â pre cum already spilling out.
Without warning he inserted his member into you, you gasp â his length squeezing your tight pussy, you scream as Michael began to thrust back and forth, his hand grab your waist once again and the other lifted your leg, your nails dig deeper to his with every deep thrust. âMichael..â you whimpered, hitting your orgasm you squirm, Michael groan seeing you like this â..almostâ he muttered. With a final thrust Michael came and emptying himself, his release filled you up â you gasp. Michael lets go as gives you a passionate kiss, he rolls on to his back â you both catch your breath. After snuggling, and breathing normally once again, Michael looked over meeting your eyes âyou want to the finished piece?â He asked, you smiled âyesâ Michael shut up reaching his notebook at the end of the bed â lucky enough it didnât rolled off. He gives it to, the two drawings of you bare naked, your eyes widened âtheyâre perfect..â you whispered âthanks for helpingâ he thanked. You looked over to his âam I getting in trouble for this..?â You asked, Michael laughed âof course not⌠although you canât be an intern nowâ he says, your face turn pale by his words â..what?â He looked over with a smile âyour a model nowâ
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