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π έ π β content οΉ πequested! preparing for your first big runway show as a victoria's secret angel with your supportive boyfriend in the crowd but afterwards, he canβt keep his hands to himself. this is based in the late 80's but were gonna pretend vs shows were a thing then. not proofread,,
your stomach twisted itself into impossible knots. for the fifth time in 10 minutes, you rechecked your makeup in the vanity mirror in nothing but a lacey pink lingerie set by victoriaβs secret and a pair of white angel wings. thatβs right, you were walking as a victoriaβs secret angel, a job you had been wishing for for a while now. but at this moment, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest.
that was until a familiar figure showed up behind you. to your surprise, it was michael with a big bouquet of roses. earlier when you had showed up for rehearsals, there was a bouquet of tulips already set on your designated makeup vanity. this man just loved to spoil his girl, especially before a big event.
βaww mikey,β you tuned around to face him, taking the bouquet as he engulfed you in a tight hug, βthank you, my love.β you cooed.
he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, βof course, doll.β he admired your little outfit, your perfect blowout and the way you makeup glittered in the lights.
βiβm so nervous..β you admitted, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the satin ribbon wrapped around your wrist. this was one of your first official runway walks, your first being for a smaller fashion show event.
βdonβt be, darling,β he held your shoulders, massaging them gently and watched your reflection, βyouβre such a natural.β he affirmed you. his support really did help you wonders in times like these. his soft voice and comforting presence was enough to clear the fog and anxiety that flooded your mind.
michaels fingers lingered past your shoulder to tighten your angel wings a bit as you calmed your nerves. he turned your chair around to face him, taking your hands in his.
βin..β he inhaled through his nose, guiding you to do the same, βand out.β exhaling through his mouth. he led you through more breathing exercises, something he also does before a big showβtaking your knuckles to his lips, peppering soft kisses on them. before you knew it, that tight feeling in your chest had suddenly disappeared.
βletβs go girls! youβre on in 5!β the show caller announced through the thick backstage chaos. michael gave you one last kiss on the forehead and a βgood luck!β before scurrying back to his reserved seatβfront row of course, but the press waited for him outside of the dressing room. he guarded his vision as he pushed past, him clearly there for one and only reason.
he sat impatiently in his seat, waiting to see your look as a few girls had done their walks first while you were lined up and ready for your cue to walk.
βangel number 5! youβre on, letβs move!β the show caller yelled once again. you prepared for your walk as they signaled β3β¦2β¦1!β and giving you a point.
you dropped all thoughts from your head and marched out on the runway. flaunting your curves and long legs that were very complimented by the sparkly pink pumps on your feet, michael couldnβt take his eyes off of you the moment you walked out. following you the whole time you walk to the end of the platform, giving him a little wave before walking backβpaparazzi cameras flashing endlessly.
you displayed a few other lingerie looks, one being a black lace set, another being a white frilly babydoll set, all had michael locked in on you. he couldnβt help but imagine you in those outfits when itβs just the two of you, carefully ripping the pieces of clothing off of you.
by the end, all of the angels had went out to the main stage to bow, thank the crowd for their support and finish up the show. quickly, michael disappeared backstage once again, swooping you up once heβs seen you.
you yelped in surprise, not expecting to be swept off your feet by a large pair of arms, βmichael! you scared me!β you scolded him as he took the two of you into your dressing room.
β'm sorry sweetheart.β he said trying to hold back the laughter that consumed him. he loved playing tricks on you and most of all, scaring you, but you never did mind his antics. they truly never bothered you that bad. βyou looked incredible out there.β he continued with his arms still wrapped around your bare waist. he had grabbed you up too quickly before you could slip on your robe.
βthank you, my love.β you smiled and placed a soft peck on his lips. you loved the way he just automatically knew to pucker his lips when you went in for a kissβit was something truly endearing to you.
you emerged from his grip to grab the pink and white striped robe that hung from the back of the door, michael relentlessly whining the moment you went away from him. after, putting it on and tying the robe, michael hooked his fingers onto the robe and pulled you back in his embrace.
βmichael..β you giggled, your palms falling flat on his chest while his arms found your waist once again.
βcanβt get enough of my pretty baby.β he said in an almost whisper before capturing your lips with his. you kissed back slowly and sensually, a hand of yours reaching to the nape of his neck. your tongue breached his mouth, tasting his sweet saliva that tasted of fresh mint.
you pulled back momentarily, pushing against his chest because knowing michael, heβd pull you right back in if you didnβt create some distance. βmm i forgot- i got invited to the after party, did you wanna go?β you asked reluctantly, knowing deep down you really didnβt want to go. youβd rather get home to your teacup shitzu, which was the only dog michael wasnβt afraid of. quoted from him, βtheyβre like mini stuffed animals.β which had you cackling.
the look of βehhh noβ swallowed michaelβs face and thatβs when you knew. you knew the man so well that he didnβt even need to use words, you could tell all by the facial expressions.
βwell then, letβs get a car and go home.β you instructed him, βchanel is probably waiting for mama.β your tone completely changing with a pout on display.
βand dada.β he added with a smile before picking up the phone to call a car. βuh-huh. the back entrance please. thank you.β you watched michael get serious and there was something about him just being so manly and taking initiative.
βso, ya gonna wear this pretty little outfit for me when we get home?β his eyes shifting back to you, your cleavage on display as the robe slipped open.
βmaybe..β you teased when he reached over to pinch your side playfully, swatting his hand away.
letβs say the rest of the night did include you modeling the other test outfits from the show before eventually decorating the floor of your bedroom.
