- you know you love it ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
- summary: (bad!era) michael can’t help but be smitten by his new-ish stylist. you try your best every single day to keep your relationship strictly professional, but ultimately, succumb to your crumbling self restraint.
- warnings: a yearning (soft!dom) michael, size kink if you squint, eating out, p in v, dressing room sex, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this!) + reader is slightly avoidant - out of fear of ruining her friendship with michael
“Try not to rip this one, Michael.” You placed his outfit down on a rack in his dressing room. He would be shooting the footage for his cover of “Come Together” by The Beatles tonight.
“You know you love it.” Michael responded, a playful grin spread across his face. He stood up from his chair before walking over to where you just placed the outfit, seemingly inspecting it. “This looks great, thank you sweetheart.”
“I thought I told you not to call me that.” You rolled your eyes, trying to hide that you do in fact, love it. Your tone was firm, yet you still sent him a small but genuine smile.
“You’re right, I’m sorry…” He apologized with that damned charismatic grin.
You have been Michael’s stylist for about three months now. His last stylist had to step down due to personal reasons, but not without recommending you to take his place. When you heard your new job opportunity was to work with the Michael Jackson, you were swift to make your decision. You accepted the job.
The day you two were introduced was a day neither one of you will ever forget. You must have changed your outfit ten times before you left your apartment that day. The state of excitement and shock you were in couldn’t possibly be put into words.
Michael, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly thrilled about needing to hire a new stylist. He enjoyed the company of his previous stylist and trusted him very much, but after hearing the reason why he had to step down from his position, his sympathy ultimately took over and he supported his decision.
The first day he laid eyes on you, his attitude toward the shift in his team did a complete 180°.
You were absolutely stunning. Michael adored every aspect of you as you stood in front of him, ready to shake his hand and greet him with the most beautiful smile he could swear he’s ever seen.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jackson.” You beamed, trying to keep your excitement at bay.
“Oh, please, none of that ‘Mr. Jackson’ nonsense. You can call me Michael.” He returned your handshake, noticing how much smaller your soft and manicured hand was in his as you shook his own.
From there, Michael’s (not so subtle) feelings for you only grew and grew. He was totally smitten with you, noticing every tiny detail about you as the days went on. How you laughed at his jokes, how your lips slightly pursed as you added your final touches before he went on stage, how your cheeks blushed as he called you “sweetheart”.
“There we go. You’re ready to go, Mike. Good luck out there. If you need me to make any adjustments at all, as usual, just let me know.” You smiled, smoothing out any potential wrinkles of his shirt fabric. You helped him slide his leather jacket on over top of his yellow button up, glancing toward the stage where he was expected to be.
“Thank you. You take such good care of me. I’ll come to you if I need anything.” Mike expressed with gratitude, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before he nodded and walked over to the stage.
That familiar, warm feeling came you, a blush making it’s way toward your cheeks. You made sure Michael had his back turned away from you before you brought your hand up, lingering over the spot he just kissed.
It’s not like you haven’t noticed the tension between you and Michael. He didn’t exactly hide his enticement toward you. You picked up on every lingering gaze, his compliments, the sweet nicknames he knew made you blush.
Truthfully, the liking he’s taken toward you scared you quite a bit. Romantic feelings aside, you loved and cherished the friendship you built with him in the last few months. Your inside jokes, the playful banter you two shared, the trust you felt in one another’s presence. It meant so much to you. You didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.
So, you recognized your romantic feelings toward Michael and whilst in his presence, you pushed them aside. You often laid some (not so firm) boundaries down, gently reminding him not to call you those sweet names you loved so much.
You didn’t have too much time to think about his kiss before the music started rolling, and Michael’s confident presence immediately took over the stage. It wasn’t long before he threw his jacket off to the side of the stage, exposing his yellow button up with a white undershirt.
“Any moment now…” You whispered to yourself. You waited patiently, knowing what was going to come soon. You knew that Michael would completely disregard your request to not rip his own undershirt. Although the two of you jokingly discussed him not doing so, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your tummy that came over you once he tore the white fabric off his body.
Sure enough, after only a few moments passed by, Michael’s shirt was torn to just right above his lower abdomen. You rolled your eyes in an “I knew it” way.
The rest of his performance was nothing short of breathtaking. They got a few great takes from what you could hear. You stood off to the side of the stage, undeniably infatuated by him. Everything about him was just so annoyingly sexy.
The way he moved, sliding his hand down over his body as he thrusted his hips to the beat of the music. The way his chest glistened with sweat as he danced. The way he smirked as the camera moved in on him.
You swallowed, looking toward your feet as you desperately tried not to allow yourself to imagine running your fingers down the lines of his sweaty, heaving chest. You mentally scolded yourself. You’re his stylist, for God’s sake.
As you peered back toward the stage, the line between professionalism and taking that man in all his glory began to blur. With one final hip thrust and his hand in the air, the director yelled “cut!”
Michael smiled and wiped the sweat off his face, the surrounding crew patting him on the back and congratulating his impressive performance. He thanked his crew, the director, and the crowd before he walked toward the very end of the stage where you stood.
“You did great, Michael. Just couldn’t help yourself though, could ya?” You hugged him, pointing to the front of his shirt as you pulled away.
“You know that I can’t, sweetheart.” He grinned. You let it slide this time as you both walked backstage. You two made small talk as you strolled alongside one another, him talking about which parts of the performance he felt could have gone differently. You reassured him that from where you were standing, everything looked great and you wouldn’t change a thing.
Reaching his dressing room, you hugged him once more and exchanged your goodbyes for the day. After you heard his door “click” behind you, you realized you forgot your purse inside his dressing room.
“Shit.” You muttered, turning back and gently knocking on his door. He answered almost immediately, an instant smile plastered on his face.
“Just can’t stay away from me, can you?” He joked.
“Ha. Ha. You’re on a roll today, Mike.” You softly pushed his shoulder. “I just came back because I forgot my purse.”
“Oh, no.” He turned around, retrieving it off the end of the rack before handing it over to you. “Here you go.”
You thanked him before scolding yourself in a whisper as it slipped right out of your hands. It hit the floor and nearly all of its contents fell out, including a few of your makeup products along with your wallet.
At the same time you kneeled down to grab it, Michael kneeled down in an attempt to help you.
“Sorry…don’t mean to be such a klutz.” You laughed awkwardly.
“Don’t be sorry, accidents happen.” He reassured you. He continued to pick up your items for you, sliding them back into your purse. He glanced up at you, meeting your eyes. For a moment, neither one of you looked away.
“Thank you, again.” You nearly whispered. Your breath was caught in your throat as he kept his eyes on you, noticing the fluttering of your lashes. You subconsciously sucked in your bottom lip, feeling your heart begin to race as you realized just how close the two of you were. It took everything in you to not look down, in fear your gaze would meet his exposed chest.
“It’s my pleasure.” He spoke with the same softness.
In an attempt to put an end to this confusing situation, you stood up quickly.
“Okay, well I think I should be going…” You rushed, grabbing the doorknob and swiftly closing the door behind you as you practically ran out of there. You made it a few steps before you stopped in your place. You stood there for about 15 seconds. You groaned as your foot anxiously tapped against the floor, mentally slapping yourself in the face.
You don’t know what came over you, but you turned around. You walked back over to his dressing room and before giving yourself a chance to back out, you stepped back into the room and shut the door.
Michael just stood there. His expression was unreadable, but you felt the disappointment in the air from your departure. Before giving it even a fraction of a thought, you completely broke the barrier of professionalism as you walked over and pressed your lips to his.
Your shoulders instantly slouched in relief as you felt his lips return your kiss. You felt his hands come up to cup the sides of your face, and soon they slid down to grip your waist. You slung your arms around the back of his neck, melting into the long awaited kiss.
Soon, one of his hands fell from your waist and tapped your ass three times, pulling a gasp from you.
You happily obliged, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you longingly as he carried you over to the only table in the dressing room, freeing one of his arms from under you to swipe the contents of the table onto the floor. He gently placed you down and repositioned his hands back onto your waist.
He pulled away momentarily, placing his forehead on yours.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you.” He confessed, caressing your thigh. “How much I’ve needed you.”
“I’ve wanted you too, Michael…” You panted, adrenaline high from your kiss. “It hasn’t been easy for me, watching you up there on that stage. Dancing and moving the way that you do, ripping all these damn shirts I bring you.”
“Show me, please.” He cupped your cheek. “Show me how much you’ve needed me too.”
Your cunt fluttered at the breathlessness in his voice near the end of his sentence. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer, feeling his growing erection over his leather pants.
You leant in again, kissing his soft lips as you softly slammed his hips into your pelvis. He groaned into your lips as you each continued bringing both your hips together, eventually finding a rhythm.
“Can I touch you?” He begged.
“Yes.” You nodded swiftly. “Please…”
What fell from your lips next was heavenly to Michael’s ears. He brought his hand up to your clothed pussy, barely even making contact with your clit as the sweetest moan fell from you. He could just imagine how sweet you would sound stretched around his cock.
“What do you want, baby?” He teased.
“Your fingers, tongue, anything.” You whined, gently grinding against his hand. “Please, just give it to me.”
“I’d give you anything.” He began. He knelt down onto his knees as he slid your skirt down, admiring your baby blue lacy panties before sliding it down too and tossing it to the side. “Anything at all.”
You gasped as he licked a stripe up your now exposed cunt, his tongue making contact with your pre-arousal slick. His tongue slid right up to your clit, shifting between kitten-licking it and suckling on it.
Your knuckles began to turn white as your fingers gripped the edge of the table, attempting to conceal the sounds that threatened to fall from your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head lolled back in complete desire.
“Oh, yes. Right there, Mikey.” You praised, unaware your pleasure was about to be much more amplified as he removed his tongue and slowly circled your entrance with his middle finger, gathering your slick on it before slipping it inside you.
“Yeah, you like that, sweetheart?” His jaw fell slack, watching in admiration as your pussy engulfed his finger. “Look at you, practically falling apart on just my finger.”
“Yes, I love it.” You nodded, your enthusiasm prompting him to add another finger. He began sliding his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm before curling them, causing you to bring the back of your hand to your mouth. You bit down in an attempt to silence your pleasured cries.
Hearing the lustful sounds escape your mouth had Michael palming himself with his free hand, desperately rubbing his clothed cock as you slowly started to rut yourself against his hand. Seeing as both of his hands were occupied and your clit needed attention to bring you to the edge, he latched his mouth around your sensitive nerve bundle once more. He sucked ferociously, maintaining the pace of his curling fingers.
“Mikey, I’m not going to make it…” You warned, mouth still ajar. You glanced down at him and the sight before you only further confirmed your statement. You weren’t going to last much longer.
Tiny beads of sweat dripped down his temples causing his long, dark curls to stick to his face. He looked completely wrecked, rubbing himself to the taste of your pussy.
He popped off your cunt with an audible “pop”
“Don’t gotta hold back from me, mama. Give it to me.”
As much as you wanted to oblige, you wanted to fulfill your idea even more. You pulled him by his yellow button up from beneath you, fingers still curled into your pussy. You panted as you placed your forehead back on his.
“I want to cum around your cock.” You whispered, gazing up to meet his eyes.
He groaned at your words. He was truly at a loss for words himself, you knocked every coherent thought right out of him. He nodded desperately, wanting nothing more than for you to milk his cock dry with your orgasm itself.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy and you took the initiative to grab his hand, sucking your slick right off him.
“Who would have ever thought you’re such a dirty girl.” He teased, pumping his fingers in and out of your warm mouth. You swirled your tongue around them before hollowing your cheeks, making sure to pull off with a pop. “Such a dirty, pretty girl.”
You watched in anticipation as Michael swiftly ripped his belt off and tossed it to the side, before pulling his erect cock out of his leather pants. He stroked himself a few times, spitting on his hand and sliding it up and down his shaft.
“Are you ready, sweetheart? There’s no going back after this..” Michael asked with slight concern in his eyes. You let out a small laugh at his ridiculous question, and his brows slightly furrowed.
“Mike, I think we’re way past the point of going back.” It was your turn to tease. You could see his hesitation written across his face, so you brought your hand up to his bicep and gave him a gentle squeeze. “But you don’t have to worry at all. I want this, I want all of you.”
Michael nodded quickly, seemingly reassured. He brought his cock up to your entrance and used it to slap your clit a few times before slowly pushing in. This movement pulled moans from each of your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to adjust to his size.
“Oh, God…” You cried as your pussy stretched around his girth. The burn as he stretched you out faded quickly and pleasure stepped into its place as he slowly but surely found a steady rhythm.
The sounds filling the room were absolutely delicious as his cock slid into your slick cunt again and again.
You pulled Michael in by the front of his yellow button up and he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, planting kisses all the way up to your ear.
He temporarily pulled away from your neck and brought his hand up toward the neckline of your shirt, pulling it down in one swift motion to reveal your tits.
“God, baby. You’re perfect.” He praised, admiring the way your tits bounced as he continued his relentless pace in your cunt. Before you could even blink, he attached his mouth to your left nipple.
The strings of moans and nearly silenced curses were sounds Michael has only heard in his dreams, and late at night when you popped into his head. He couldn’t believe after all of these months, you were finally wrapped around his cock, and not just in his imagination as he stroked his dick to the thought of you.
He suckled on your left nipple for only a moment longer before switching his attention over to your right side. The sensitivity of your wet nipples was becoming too much and you knew that in only a few moments, your orgasm would be approaching.
To relieve your throbbing clit, you brought your fingers down and began circling it quickly in an attempt to reach your orgasm faster. Michael absolutely did not approve of this.
He instantly swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own.
“I told you, I’d give you anything.” His fingers circled your slick clit, mimicking the pace you began to set before he cut you off. “You don’t need to get yourself there, baby.”
His words could have made you melt right then and there. Your tummy fluttered and you reached out for the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours.
“I’m so close, Mikey.” You could barely get out.
“I know you are, mama. You can let go, I’ve got you.” He assured you, the pressure in your lower abdomen tightening.
“Oh, fuck..” You brought your hand up to your mouth once more, one last attempt to conceal your cries as you felt your cunt pulsate violently around his cock.
Michael took one final glance toward his cock slamming into you and his jaw fell slack, long white spurts of his cum coating your walls.
You both leant in to one another, chests heaving as your sweaty foreheads gently made contact.
“So good, sweetheart.” He whispered, giving your lips a small peck. “You did so good. Better than any wet dream.”
You smiled at his praise, bringing your hand up to wipe the sweat from your temples.
Michael winced as he looked down to your cunt, slowly pulling his now limp cock out of you. It was coated in cum and your slick, and he reached for a towel. He brought the soft towel to your sensitive entrance and delicately cleaned you up before wiping himself.
“Thank you.” A tender smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You both leant against each other once more, content silence filling the air. Your brows furrowed as you watched a smirk creep up onto Michael’s face.
“So…I guess you really do love it.”
(the end. wowza. gotta love a yearning michael fic. reader definitely has more self restraint than i do. the ability to control yourself for three months around him constantly flirting and pining over you? couldn’t be me. hope you all enjoyed this one. ps, please do not have unprotected sex irl. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚)
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