Mike recording in the closet and Princess Stéphanie of Monaco who does the girl parts of the song ends up missing her flight and (childhood bestfriend reader) is at the studio with him and he begs her to but the second she got into it and started saying the sexy lines michael gets turned on???? Pls see my vision
motivation| MICHAEL JACKSON
dangerous!mj x wife!reader
:when mike needs some background vocals for his song, he turns to his wife for help. but when she can't do it perfectly, he gives her some guidance.
cw: SMUT 18+!!, p in v, fingering (f!receiving), dirty talk, studio sex, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple rounds, sorta rough sex, swearing, i think that's all?
an: i kinda did my own spin on this! hope you enjoy!
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being married to michael jackson comes with long nights in the studio with him. you love him, but sometimes he's a bit too OCD with his music. regardless, you try and stick through it for him.
you're sitting on the couch in his studio as he paces back and forth. today he is recording a song for his eighth studio album "dangerous", and was expecting princess stephanie of monaco to record her voice for some background vocals. "where is she?" michael rumbles out. he always runs a tight ship when it comes to music, probably why he's so successful. his producer reenters the room looking worried. "so, she missed her flight and won't be able to come in to record…" michael's eyes shut and he breathes deeply out of frustration. "can she record her lines and send them to us?" his producer shakes his head. "she doesn't have the proper equipment. i'm sorry michael." he stands there for a moment silently. "anyone have any ideas of who could do the lines instead?" he says lowly. theres a beat of silence as everyone thinks, "y/n…?" one of them says. you laugh thinking it was a joke, but quickly stop when you realize no one else was. michael's eyes land on you, "why didn't i think of that, baby, you can do it." you shake your head, "i'd love to help, mike. but my voice isn't cut out for that." michael steps over to you, "it's not singing, honey. just some sultry talking, maybe some hums and whatnot. c'mon…i know you can do it." you sigh and look down at your lap, "fine…but i'm not doing it in front of all these people, just you." you reluctantly get up. michael looks around the room expectantly, "you heard her, get out." the room is quickly emptied, leaving you and michael alone.
"okay, my love. just say the line as sexy as possible for me, yeah?" you adjust the headphones on your head and nod. "ill try…"
the piano fills your ears and you lean in to the mic, your voice falling into a whisper. “there’s something i have to say to you…if you promise you’ll understand.” you pause for a few moments as the music continues. “i cannot contain myself when im in your presence. i’m so humble, touch me, don’t hide our love, woman to man.” the music pauses and michael’s voice fills your ears. “that was perfect, baby, so sexy. let’s try a few more times to have some options.”
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you’ve finished your voice lines and michael is beyond satisfied. you begin taking your headphones off when he speaks. “ah ah ah, you’re not done yet, beautiful.” your face fills with confusion, “i thought those were all the lines?” you see him nod from the other side of the glass, “yes, but there’s more than that. you shift on your feet, your head tilting curiously, michael continues. "i want some background noises, ones to set the tone." you nod your head slowly, "okaaay? quit being so cryptic, weirdo." this makes him chuckle, "i want you to moan for me, honey. doesn't have to be anything crazy, just some background noises like i said." your face instantly warms up, a surprised laugh tearing from your throat. "absolutely not." you state. michael groans, "baby please! it's the final touch i need to make this song perfect. no one will even know it's you!" you look at your desperate husband on the other side of the glass. "pleaaase?" michael says softly. your shoulders drop as you sigh heavily. "you drive me insane." but you reluctantly slip the headphones back on.
michael smiles triumphantly, sitting up in his seat. "just give me some soft moans, maybe some breathy, some a little more firm. can you do that for me, sweet girl?" you nod and lean in to the mic, embarrassment filling your body. an awkward hum leaves your lips making you cringe, "mike, this is humiliating." he laughs, "no no no, you're doing just fine. just stop being so tense!" you take a deep breath and try again, a soft, breathy sigh and moan hybrid comes out. it's not as bad, but not good enough.
after a few more failed attempts, the door to the booth opens. michael steps in and shuts the door behind him. you slip one headphone off and look to him. "i'm hopeless." he steps behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "not hopeless, we just need to make them more realistic. give you some motivation, hm?" you lean your head back on his shoulder, his body firmly pressed against yours. you can feel his arousal against you, making you purr. "michael, we can't. not here…" your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his soft lips against your neck, "no? and why not?" he mutters against your skin. "someone could come in!" you feel his hand slip under your shirt and rub softly over your lower stomach. "the door is locked. no one will bother us." his hands undo your pants, your hips wiggling slightly.
michael helps you remove your pants, discarding them off to the side. "face the mic for me, let it catch every noise you give me." his large hands part your legs and slip down to graze your clothed pussy. you gasp softly, your panties damp already. "you're already soaked for me? you like being recorded like this? my dirty girl." his long fingers rub up and down through your clothed folds. "please, michael, quit teasin'." a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest before he tugs your panties to the side and slips a finger into your wet pussy. a gentle moan leaves your mouth as he circles your clit. "listen to yourself, i knew you were perfect for this. such pretty noises for the world to hear." he pushes his finger inside your oozing hole making you gasp and clench around him. he coos at you, your head still resting on his shoulder. he wastes no time pushing in a second finger and thrusting them into your aching cunt. "louder, i know you can be louder." his other hand winds back and smacks your plush ass firmly making you moan louder. michael fingers you with expertise, the wet squelching from your ruined pussy picking up on the mic as well. your moans become louder and more desperate. "just like that, there she is. my superstar all fucked up over a couple fingers."
his fingers slip from your needy hole and he works to get his own pants off. his hard cock slips out of the restraints, his hand keeping your panties pushed to the side. michael's other hand firmly grabs your face and points it facing the microphone. "face the mic while i fuck you, make sure they all know who's doing this to you." he aligns his tip with your pulsating hole before pushing in with one hard thrust. you cry out, looking for anything to hold onto. michael grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. he begins pounding into you hard, the sound of your moans and skin slapping fills the booth. "take it all. let the world know how good you can take my cock." he bites out. cries and moans of unadulterated pleasure leave your lips, tears brimming your eyes as his tip slams into your cervix relentlessly. "michael!" you whimper out. "it's so good isn't it, baby? i can feel your pussy throbbing f'me." you clench snugly around him and your eyes fall shut. "there she goes. gonna cum for me? go 'head then, soak my cock." you let out a high pitched whimper as you cum hard, a few tears slip down your cheeks in the process. michael slows down to a stop, letting you recover from his firm pace. you pant from the overwhelming pleasure your husband just gave you.
after a few minutes, a hand sneaks around your leg and under your thigh. michael lifts one leg up, giving him access to a better angle. "mike…?" you softly say. he leans in close to your ear, "you can give me one more, sweet thing." before you can even think of protesting, he pulls out until just the tip is inside, and thrusts back in hard. you groan from the aftershocks. it doesn't take long before his pace his intense and punishing. his long cock plunging in your gushing pussy. he pulls moan after moan from your lips. "listen to that, like music to my ears. this pussy is always so damn hungry for cock. always ready to go when i need her." his big hand presses to the spot right under your belly button, incoherent babbles leaving your mouth. "yeah? is my baby's brain all scrambled from my dick? can barely even speak." michael can feel his orgasm approaching making his thrusts more forceful. "gonna come in this greedy pussy, and you're gonna take every damn drop for me." you nod, your lip pulled tight between your teeth. he pushes in deep with a shaky moan, his warm cum flooding your insides. his legs wobble for a moment, making you both stumble slightly. michael's forehead presses against your back between your shoulder blades. once you both calm down, gentle laughter leaves his lips.
you could do it on your own, while you’re lookin’ at me . ♡
or in which, you and jaafar are just two horny people.
warnings: 18+ (MDNI), hella disgusting again. you go from pleasuring yourself in front of him -> him face-fucking you -> him coming on your chest -> him doing you on the floor.
additional warnings: cum. cum. cum. cum. + usage of the word “daddy” once? idk how the jaafar community will react to that so just dipping my toes in. 😔 if yg dont fw that i’ll remove it, so my apologies in advance!
the wet sounds of jaafar’s tongue lapping up the juices spilling from your gushing entrance bounce off the walls of your shared, crammy bedroom. you’re so close, you can feel it.
“taste so perfect, shit—” your boyfriend grumbles between sloppy licks, trying to catch all your drops with his soft, wet tongue. “you close, baby?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your pussy lips.
your stomach tenses up, the knot in your stomach tightening. your senses are all heightened, your head spinning from the rhythmic waves in which jaafar’s tongue and lips caress your clit, eliciting more moans out of you.
you pussy splutters, wetness pooling under your ass as he eats you out like a man starved.
until he suddenly stops, and you let out a pitchy whine when he cool air hits your wet slit. “j, i said i was cl—”
jaafar sits up on his knees, eyes dark and hooded. “i know baby,” he tells you, all sympathetic and out of breath. he slides himself further away from you, his large hand mindlessly palming the tent in his joggers.
“want y’to touch yourself f’me,” he urges you, eyes zeroed in on your twitching, sensitive pussy. “show me how you do it without me.”
his words are so deep and vulgar, your hole gaping open as more slick drips out of you in strings, all nasty and wet on the sheets.
you can’t believe yourself. your skin feels clammy against your hand as your hand travels all the way down to your bare pussy, your fingertips immediately finding your pulsing clit. “what a precious girl y’are.”
the circling motions are slow and deliberate as your eyes stay locked on jaafar at the other end of the bed. his hand is already reaching into his joggers, sloppily moving over his cock, producing those nasty, creamy sounds as the tendons in his forearm are pulled taut.
almost immediately, you plunge two fingers into your spongey hole, eyes transfixed on how jaafar jerks himself off, how his biceps bulge under his shirt, how his adam’s apple bobs as he throws his head back.
“fuck, you’re doing so good—” he mumbles, out of breath. “look so beautiful, all stuffed full.”
it’s his praise what pulls you over the edge. your release washes over you with white specks floating in front of your eyes. your tiny sighs and mewls, your pretty body coated in sweat only spur jaafar on to rub himself faster.
his eyes stay glued on your pussy, entrance pushing out the last drops of your pearly white cum. “taste y’rself.” jaafar orders between pants, the sounds of skin hitting skin obscene in the thick air of the bedroom.
your fingers reach down, swirling around your milky hole to gather your essence on your fingers. it drips down the length of your fingers obscenely slow before you bring them to your plush lips to lick your cream off, tongue out and all, giving your boyfriend a show.
jaafar’s still rubbing himself up and down, sweat beading across his forehead. his arm is getting tingly. “gonna help me, baby? gonna give me’a rub?”
you don’t hesitate to scramble over the sheets to help your boyfriend out. you end up on your knees on the floor, hands securely holding his shaft as you lower your mouth on him.
it is common knowledge that your boyfriend is big, but you love it. how your jaw just hinges open, tongue swirling over the underside of his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. your throat is narrow and slick. snug and warm.
fuck, he’d cockwarm your perfect little throat if he had the time.
the gaggy sounds of you trying to drink him down echo through the room. “shit— take me s’good,” jaafar groans above you, hips bucking up, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth. “gonna fuck y’r throat full, yeah?”
you can’t do anything but hum in excitement, fingers clamping down around his base to squeeze more precum on your tongue. and jaafar just keeps on going. your nose bumps against his stomach rhythmically, your cunt leaking drooly drips of slick on the floor in a pathetic puddle as you suck him off.
spit drools down the corners of your mouth. “fuck, look at you— look—” he sighs, totally blissed out, balls slapping against your chin as his cock demands all the space in your throat. “y’like that, huh? big mouth is fuckin’ made for my cock.”
you move your head up and down to nod in agreement, nudging the tip of his dick against the roof of your throat. his hands are knitted into your hair to move your head up and down his shaft just the way he likes it. you feel like a damn doll, but another part of you enjoys how jaafar just uses your mouth to please himself.
“gonna come on y’r pretty tits,” he stutters out after a while, the thrusts into your throat getting increasingly sloppier. his fingers cup your chin to slowly pull himself out of your small throat, his shaft completely covered in your thick spit.
instinctively, your two hands slide over his slippery length, all red and swollen from how neglected it feels. “that’s it, baby, that’s it,” jaafar heaves, leaning on his elbows. “ah— y’do it so well for daddy.”
adrenaline rushes through your spine as jaafar’s hands cramp around the cotton of the duvet. a sign he’s close. he shatters with a heavy groan, thick ropes of milky cum shooting all over your chest, meandering down to your stomach.
you rub him through his orgasm, his tip still leaking white. your tongue darts out, suddenly all shy as you give his twitching dick a couple of kitten licks.
his semen all over your body warms you right up. your own slick is still growing tacky between your folds. jaafar reaches down, as he cradles your cheeks in his hands. “such a good girl.” he simply praises.
you nose his cheek. “only f’you,” you whisper sweetly.
“d’awwh,” jaafar croons. dropping down to your level while simultaneously laying you down on the floor. “sweetest girl in the whole world.” he says while peering down at your weeping pussy.
“this sweet girl deserves some attention too,” jaafar whispers to you, referring to your cunt. his fingers fondle with your pulsating clit while his other hand pushes your legs up. “lucky f’r me, she’s aaalll ready, isn’t she?”
“yeah—” your eyes turn glassy again when jaafar pushes into you. your pussy produces a loud, squelching, sucking nose when he bottoms out, both of his arms holding your knees open to your chest as he plummets into you. you release a pathetic whine when you feel the agonising weight of his dick sliding into your tunnel like a teasing taunt.
he rearranges you with sin and silk, right there on the floor, hips nudging his cock deeper into your soppy little hole with every thrust, every jerk of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.
“y’feel me?” he breathes out, right in your face. his smile looks sweet yet sardonic when his tip prods against your cervix deliciously. “‘m all the way in your guts, baby.”
a/n: as you guys can see i'm quite freaked out over jaafar, so please do send me ur dirty jaafar thoughts in my inbox.
honestly need some thrad mj rn cz ure kiddingggg?? like hmo im lwk out of ideas but im thinking of smth between popstar!reader and mj? like maybe he goes to one of her concerts? or vice versa? main point is thrad mj lmao, super sorry if this is messy its 1am bear with me
a backstage visitor | MICHAEL JACKSON
thrad!michael jackson x popstar!reader
:after finishing your show, you head backstage to decompress. but an unexpected visit from one of your favorite singers takes you by surprise.
cw: swearing, flirting (a teensy bit), reader has no pronouns, fluff!!
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the booming roar of the crowd in front of you surrounds your mind, it's addicting. your face is hot and the adrenaline is pumping. "thank you all! have a great night!" you blow the audience a kiss and leave the stage, your smile bright, the crew backstage is cheering you and your dancers on. another successful show on your tour, you felt as alive as you could possibly be.
after some celebrating, you head back to your dressing room to change and settle down. you hum a simple tune as you fix up your makeup and hair. a soft knock sounding at your door. "come in!" your assistant peeks her head in. "hey, michael jackson was here tonight and he wants to say hi. is that cool?" you sit up straighter. michael jackson, you loved his music, the way he lets it possess him on stage, it was inspiring. his most recent album "thriller" was always on heavy rotation, despite it being released a few years ago. you adjust your clothes, a set of comfy sweats and a tank top. "yeah, i'd love to meet him." your assistant nods and shuts the door, you stand up immediately. you begin pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what you should say. another small knock sounds and you call back. "come in!" this time, it's him.
michael jackson, he smiles as he enters your dressing room. "that was a wonderful performance. left me blown away." his soft voice fills your ears instantly soothing any nerves you had. "that means a lot coming from you. you're the best out there right now." a flustered smile graces his face making your stomach flutter. "i wouldn't say all that…" you chuckle and sit on the couch, you pat the spot near you. he stares blankly for a moment before scurrying over and sitting next to you.
"well i would. you're genuinely one of a kind, michael. your music and performance inspires mine so much." he chuckles and fiddles with his fingers. "that's funny, you actually inspire me as well." your eyebrows raise in surprise. "bullshit." this draws a louder laugh from him as he begins to relax. "i swear it! you have this natural charm and charisma, i'm so jealous of it! i'm all shy and awkward." you shake your head with a smile. "but that's what makes you charming! you have this alluring and demanding stage presence, then you get off and you're all soft spoken and nervous. its very humanizing." he thinks for a moment, he's never really viewed it that way before. "that's really nice to hear.." you smile softly at him.
"im glad…now onto more important matters. where's that album?" michael laughs once again. "trying to get all my secrets, huh?" you nod your head ferociously. "absolutely. i mean, thriller is amazing and i'm obsessed, but im trying to hear some more!" he nods understandingly, an amused look on his face. "it's in production…" he states making you groan. "that's all ur gonna give me?" you say dramatically. michael tilts his head with a teasing grin. "for now." you narrow your eyes at him curiously. "oh?" you notice him scoot a tad bit closer. "i guess ill have to stop by sometime and you can give me a little preview?" you flirt subtly. his lip raises in a smirk this time, impressed by your seemingly effortless charm. "that could be arranged. i'd love to get your opinions on some things." you nod, the buzz from your concert now replaced with the butterflies this man is giving you. "you have better ears than mine, but i wouldn’t turn down such an offer."
michael shakes his head with a smile. “you’re sweet, but i don’t like you putting yourself down like that. you’re amazingly talented, i saw that much tonight.” you duck your head, a flutter in your chest. “thank you, michael. thank you for coming out to support me tonight.” he smiles and nods. “it was an incredible experience. it definitely won’t be my last time seeing you perform.” you smile brightly at his words. you reach forward to grab a pen and notecard on the table, you scribble your home phone number. "call me, we can set up that studio date." you hold out the card for him to take. his hand (intentionally) sliding against your own in the process. michael puts the card in his pocket with a genuine smile. "i will, now ill let you get out of here. i know how tired you must be." you both stand and walk to the dressing room door, he turns to face you. "it was wonderful meeting you, y/n. i can't wait to see what you bring to this world." he reaches forward and squeezes your arm softly before leaving, his tone leaving you feeling fuzzy. the warmth in his statement. the door shuts and you're left alone with a smile on your face.
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an: thank you for the requestttt! i hope you like :) just a short lil thang.
“right there, angel?” he says with his soft voice as he thrusts into you with a steady rhythm.
he’s talk you through it almost unintentionally. just saying whatever comes to mind, a pleasure-caused haze looming in his brain.
“so good, so so good.” “louder for me, please baby. don’t be shy.” “so fuckin’ tight…so perfect.”
his hands would roam everywhere soothingly. your inner thighs, calfs, hips, waist. every part of you. but the thing is, he doesn’t do it for you. he genuinely cannot stop himself from feeling you up.
“so beautiful…i’ll never get over it.”
he loves missionary when the mood is like this. he loves being able to see your pretty face, and have a clear view of where you two are connected. he’ll pull out all the way to the tip, then push in real good.
and when you’re both finished and your legs are shaking on either side of him, he’ll flash that pretty smile at how wrecked he’s got you.
“that good, huh? got ur brain all messed up, pretty?”
an: lil blurb bc im bored and about to go to bed :P
:michael brings you as his plus one to an award show. and gets a bit jealous when a guy thinks he can flirt with you. after an argument, he takes you home to show how sorry he is.
cw: smut 18+, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (do not), creampie, swearing, arguing, reader has female anatomy and female pronouns.
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being best friends with the king of pop is an honor. watching the man you grew up with live his dreams and touch hearts all across the globe is something you'll never get over. you two have known one another since you were young. you lived in the house across from his in gary and would often come over.
following the success of his album "bad", michael now had to go to all the award shows for it. so when he asked you to be his plus one to a ceremony, you were thrilled. (pun intended) you scan over your reflection in the mirror, the dress you chose matching you perfectly. the style, the color, the size. its perfect. you comb through your hair, making sure it's as flawless as humanly possible. a soft knock comes from the door. "you almost done in there, super star?" mike calls, you scoff at the nickname he gave you. he was always so insistent that with your beauty, you should be the superstar, not him. you simmered that logic down to him being a lunatic. "yeah, applehead. just one more minute!" he leans against the wall next to the door and sighs. "you are taking forever, bill is waiting for us downstairs."
you adjust the dress one more time, the feeling of being so dressed up is foreign to you. the door knob turns as you open it, letting him see you. michael was prepared to tease you, but all words dried up on his tongue, he pushes off the door and takes a step closer. "do i look okay?" you say softly. his eyes shoot up to yours and he scoffs slightly. "okay? you look…wow. i look like your plus one now." you chuckle and adjust your bracelets out of nerves. michael steps forward again and takes your hands in his. "hey…this is gonna be so much fun. being there with you, no matter what happens. you being there is better than any award." you give him a smile and hug him tightly. "love you, applehead. im so proud to be your best friend." you feel his arms tighten around your waist.
getting through the crowds of screaming fans and desperate paparazzi was probably the most overwhelming thing you've ever experienced. especially when your date is the most famous man alive. mike's hand never left yours to ensure you didn't get lost, occasionally squeezing to reassure you. you find your seats in the front and you take a deep breath. "good?" michael asks, you nod and do a couple bounces of excitement in your seat. "this feels so crazy, like what am i doing here?" you say with a smile. he chuckles and absorbs some of your excitement. the show wraps up a few hours later, michael having taken home a few awards for himself.
you both attend an after party. michael leans over and speaks into your ear so you hear. "i see some people i should say hi to." you nod in understanding. "come with me?" you look at him and shake your head. "im gonna find some water, i can't stand the thought of small talk right now." he gives your hand one last squeeze before walking to some music producers he knows. you walk in the opposite direction to where the food and drinks are to get a water. as you sip, you watch mike as he interacts with various people. a smile naturally forms on your face, god you love that man.
the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention. you turn to see a man smirking at you. he seemingly came from a mold of a stereotypical beautiful man. "i guess the king of pop has got you under his trance too?" he says in amusement. you laugh and shake your head. "hes my best friend, im just admiring his social skills." the man nods in understanding. "and why'd he leave such a beautiful girl like you all alone, huh?" he takes a step closer. you can see him checking you out, you decide to entertain his flirting, maybe something could come from this, or someone. "im not too big on small talk, i left that to him. but i could use some company…" you give the man a flirtatious smile and he tilts his head at you. another step closer. "im devin, nice to meet you." he holds his hand out, to which you take it. "y/n, nice to meet you as well." devin brings your hand to his lips and kisses it slowly, not once breaking eye contact. you smile softly at him.
you exchange flirty banter with him and he gets a bit more handsy. "maybe we could get out of here?" devin says. you open your mouth to respond, but you're interrupted. "nope, shes good. thanks anyways." michael's voice sounds from behind you. a tone laced within his words that you're unfamiliar with. you turn to face him, annoyance is clear on his features. "lets go." he states. you stay in place, confusion written on your face. "hold on." you say firmly, you turn to devin and say your goodbyes to him, and he seems a bit frustrated that he was being cut off. michael drags you through the afterparty despite your protests to stop. finally, once you're in a more quiet spot, you pull your arm from his grasp. "what the hell was that, michael?" he turns to face you, his eyes narrowed on you. "i should be asking you the same!" he snaps back. you raise your hands in genuine confusion. "what did i do?" he scoffs and shakes his head. "i leave you alone for 15 minutes and you're touching all up on some random guy, who clearly only wanted to get in your pants." you raise your eyebrows at him. "and that's a problem…why?" michael steps closer. "you're my date!" you hold your ground. "im your plus one, not your girlfriend. im allowed to talk to other guys, im even allowed to fuck other guys if i wanted to!" michael's tongue presses against the inside of his cheek at your words. "yes, but you're here with me. you are representing me tonight. and you're making me look bad by flirting and touching up on some random guy like a slut." as soon as the word leaves his mouth he regrets it. your eyes widen slightly and you take a step back. "what did you call me?" you say quietly. his eyes morph into complete remorse. "y/n, i…" you hold your hand up, silencing him. "i need a minute." you walk away before he can get any words out.
you find the nearest ladies room and hide yourself in it, tears begin streaming down your face from the humiliation. you walk to the mirror and look at your reflection, your makeup smeared slightly from the tears. you take a tissue from your purse and dab away at your eyes. “you okay, sweetie?” an older woman steps beside you. you nod, but the tears say otherwise. she tilts her head, “what did he do?” she places her hands on her hips. you look at her and hesitate, you could use the listening ear. you toss the tissue and turn to the woman, ready to walk her through everything.
“he called you a slut?” a woman with blonde hair chimes in. three other ladies had begun listening to your story and giving their opinions while fixing your makeup. “yep, it was so embarrassing. he’s never spoken to me like that before.” you say. “well, i don’t know this mystery best friend. but i do know enough about men to tell what’s happening here.” you perk up at this, you nod. “he’s mad i embarrassed him.” the women laugh and you look at them confused. “no, honey. he’s jealous.” doubt spreads over your face and you shake your head. “jealous of what?” she turns you so you can look in the mirror.
“he saw a guy ready to make a move on his ridiculously beautiful best friend, something he’s seemingly too scared to do.” you think over her words, michael wanting to make a move on you? no, definitely not. “we are best friends, always have been. there’s no way he’s jealous that i was with another guy.” you say, though you don’t sound too confident. “sweetheart, from what you’ve told me. this was pretty out of character for him. he sounds like a man dancing around his own feelings. and when he saw you with that guy, he realized how utterly dumb he is, and he felt scared. scared that he could lose you if he doesn’t grow a pair. so he lashed out.”
you look down at your hands. could this be true? people have always made comments about you two being in love, but you both played it off as if it was disgusting. michael, your michael, has feelings for you? a feeling similar to an electric shock fills your body and you immediately know you need to find him. “thank you, ladies. but i have to go now.” they all wish you good luck as you hurry out of the bathroom.
you go to the main room and scan it for any sign of michael. your eyes land on his, a perky blonde on his arm. you internally groan at the sight. as if he sensed you, he turns his gaze to where you stand across the room. you move your head, signaling him to follow you. and of course, he did without hesitation. you find a door to a cute garden out back and step outside. a few moments later, michael follows you. “y/n…” he says gently. you stand with your back facing him as you look out into the night sky. he takes the chance to quietly step beside you. there’s a few moments of silence between you two before you speak.
“you were mean.” you state simply, and he nods in agreement. he knows how he reacted was wrong. “i had a pretty interesting conversation with some ladies in the bathroom right after. and now i want to know, michael.” you turn to look at him. you don’t see the mega pop star, no, you see the shy boy you grew up with. “tell me why you reacted that way. tell me the truth.” michael shifts his weight between his legs out of nerves. he breathes deeply. “i…i dunno. i just, i saw you with him and it made me feel…i don’t know how to des-“ “jealous. you got jealous.” you say. he looks into your eyes, the eyes of the woman who’s been by his side through everything. the woman who never left his side after the pepsi accident. and from then on, he decided he’d never take you for granted. and like that, the dam broke.
“yes. i was jealous. i was so fucking jealous to see that pathetic moron who was walking around flaunting his dads money feeling you up like that. especially when i’ve never felt you like that. but it’s not even that! it’s the fact that i could fucking see how smug he was. he didn’t care about you, or your life. no. he cared about what you’d give him in private. not about making you laugh, or about your sense of humor. he didn’t care about your weird ability to locate all 50 states on a map with no help, not about your collection of miniature items, not about how particular you are with skin care products, or how kind you are, how loving and devoted you are to the people you find deserving, but i do, y/n. i care about every single part of you. and it infuriated me that some douche with no actual achievements of his own almost had you before i did. so i snapped, because i couldn’t handle the fact that ill never have you.” you look at him with so much emotion in your eyes. he looks at you again, this time he steps closer.
“and im so sorry. you didn’t embarrass me, you aren’t a slut. and you didn’t deserve to hear that. you’re my superstar.” you smile gently at that and step closer. “you’re actually dumb.” he chuckles and nods. “i agree completely.” michael steps closer and takes your hands in his. “wanna tell me about this conversation you had in the bathroom?” you look down at your feet before looking back to him. “they told me you had feelings for me and needed to grow a pair.” michael laughs at this. “shit, well maybe i’m not as discreet as i thought.” you laugh with him. “well, you had me fooled.” you take one final step closer, your chests almost touching. your voices drop into whispers. “you should’ve told me sooner.” his soft eyes peer into yours, “i didn’t wanna scare you off.” you scoff, “do i look scared?” michael stares for a few seconds before shaking his head. your arms loop around his neck. he lets out a short breath and starts bringing his face closer to yours. “tell me to stop…” your faces are inches away, “don’t stop.” michael doesn’t need to be told twice. his lips press against yours in a soft kiss, and it’s better than you ever dreamed. you pull away after several moments and look into his eyes. michael looks at you with pure, unadulterated adoration. like you hung the moon in the sky. “what?” you say with a smile. he cups your face with his hands and shakes his head. “nothin’, it’s just the moon, it’s shining down on you. makes you look even more beautiful.” your face heats up and you hide your face on his shoulder. michael laughs and rubs your back. after a few moments pass and you pull away, you kiss his cheek and start walking back to the door. “and where are you going?” you turn back to face him. “well, mr. cock block. you prevented me from getting laid earlier. so i think you owe me something, huh?” this makes his entire demeanor shift. his eyes darken and he looks you up and down. “do i now?” he says lowly. “better not keep you waiting then.” you both walk hand in hand through the party and out to the front where bill is waiting.
the drive home felt similar to government torture. all you wanted was to be home with michael and michael alone, and he felt it too. the moment you arrived at neverland, he tugged you inside. his body presses against yours as he kisses you ferociously, like he was starving for it. soft moans and whimpers leave both of your mouths, "fuck, baby." he mutters against your lips. he pulls away to look at you, your lips red and eyes glassy. michael leads you back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "do you understand how long i've thought about this? how many women i had in my bed, and i'd pretend they were you?" you feel like his prey as he stalks closer to you. "answer me, baby." you shake your head. "we would've done this a lot sooner if i had known." michael stands right in front of you, his hands going to your waist, then to your back, his fingers fiddling with your dress zipper. "can i take this off you, pretty girl?" he says lowly, you nod. michael tugs the zipper down until the dress loosens around your body. he lets the dress fall and follows it's movements so he's on his knees in front of you. his deep eyes stare up at you, his hands cradling your waist as he pulls you in. your arms naturally go to cover your exposed body. his hands stop you, pulling your arms down to your sides. "don't cover up. i want to see my girl." he stands up fully and kisses you once again. "you're wearing too many clothes." you say between kisses. he chuckles and helps you remove his suit, leaving him in his underwear. michael guides you over to the bed and lays you down gently. his hands unclasp your bra with ease making you pause. you raise your eyebrows and give him a look. "what?" he says carefully. "that was too easy for you." you say, though you are joking. he chuckles and pulls the bra off. your boobs on full display for him, his eyes stay locked on them for a bit. he leans in and kisses the area of your collar bone, leading down through the valley of your breasts. his hand reaches and gently cups your boob. he kneads the soft flesh, his thumb occasionally brushing your hardened nipple. his lips go down from your boobs, to your stomach. he takes the time to part your legs with his hands to give himself room. your brain feels mushy, like you’re dreaming. you look down at him slowly descending between your legs, his doe eyes have barely left your face. “lift your hips for me, sweet girl.” once you obey, he slides your panties down your trembling legs, placing two kisses just above each knee. “tell me you want this, i gotta hear you say it.” you roll your hips in pure desperation. “please, michael. i want this, i want you.” he smirks and hooks your legs over his shoulders. he doesn’t waste a moment more, his face burying between your thighs and licking a long stripe over your folds. you sigh in relief and let your head fall back on the bed, a soft “yes…” spilling from your lips. michael eats you out like he had five minutes left on earth, like this was his last chance. his hands keeping you spread as his mouth feasts on your pussy. his lips wrap around your clit as he sucks, providing a beautiful feeling of pleasure throughout your body. soft moans and whimpers leave your lips without restraint. “been dreaming about this pussy. about how you’d sound. even wrote songs about how good this would feel.” as his mouth is preoccupied with speaking, he brings his long fingers to your folds. “gotta stretch you out, yeah? make sure you can fit me.” his lengthy fingers slide inside of your entrance with ease.
he watches your face as you take him inside, “good? doesn’t hurt?” you shake your head. “i’m good, it feels good.” the slick sound of his fingers pushing in and out of you fills the room, and he loves it. “this pretty pussy is basically pulling me in. don’t even gotta do any work.” you whimper and cover your face with your hands. “shut up..!” michael chuckles and bats your hands away. he continues his movements, feeling around inside of you until the pads of his fingers brush against your g-spot. you arch your back slightly, “there! right there!” you breathe out. michael’s cocky smile doesn’t falter for a moment. his fingers pushing in and out, directly hitting that spot over and over. “you’re so wet, just gushin’ around me, baby.” you clench around his fingers at his sultry tone. michael adjusts his position so he can take your clit back into his mouth. his fingers continue pumping in and out as he does so. you reach down, your own fingers carding through his curls and gripping. “im-im gonna cum…” you say shakily. michael doesn’t stop, if anything, he goes harder. your legs attempt to squeeze shut, but you’re prevented by the man between them. your orgasm hits you hard, a broken moan leaves your lips. he works you through it, his mouth pulling away and his fingers slow their pace.
he slides them out, looking at how they glisten from your arousal. michael sits up and moves up your body until he’s facing you. “open for me.” he slips them into your mouth, watching as you suck your juices from his fingers. “juuust like that, honey.” he removes them from your mouth and kisses you deeply. you feel his hard length pressing against you through his underwear. your hand slips between your bodies to palm him gently. michael sucks in a breath, “shit, y/n. feel that? feel how hard i am for you?” you slip your hands into his waistband, your hand wrapping around his long cock.
he helps you remove his underwear, leaving him fully bare to you. "need you inside me, mike." you whimper out, and he swears he's never been this turned on. "you sure, my love? we don't have to if you're not ready." you melt at his consideration, but it's quickly replaced your utter desperation. "michael, i literally cannot wait a second longer." he nods and quickly positions you comfortably on your back, making sure your head is cozy on the pillows, your legs folded and knees almost to your chest. michael slides his tip through your wet folds, hissing at the sensation. he leans over and spits directly on his length, adding to the lubrication. with one hand gripping your inner thigh, he uses his other hand to guide himself into your slick flesh.
michael's eyes flutter shut as he pushes inside inch by inch. a deep moan sounds in your chest followed by a sigh of relief. michael stops about halfway, his eyes hooded and foggy with pleasure. "feels good?" you nod and adjust your hips causing him to push in another inch. he finally bottoms out entirely, his long length sitting inside you. "never felt a pussy like yours, baby, fuck." he mumbles out, clearly lost in the pleasure you're already giving him. you feel a surge of confidence at his words. "yeah?" michael nods, eyes locked on where he's deep inside you. "yeah, best pussy in the world, and it's all mine. the only pussy f'me."
you've never heard his voice so deep and sensual, and it's making this all the more enjoyable. "you can move, mikey." his hands slide up and grip on your waist before pulling out halfway, and slamming back in making you moan. "like that? my baby likes it rough?" his hips meet yours in a rough force, but not enough to hurt. "god, who knew you'd take cock so well? like you were put on earth to feel good like this." he speaks so low, you question whether he was talking to you, or just out loud. your tits bounce with each powerful thrust, gasps and moans leave your lips without you trying.
"so big, mikey. fills me so deep.." michael's hips falter ever so slightly, your words making hus brain fuzzy. "yours, yeah? this is your cock now. only for you to feel good, baby." he starts moving a bit faster, his forceful thrusts mixed with the faster pace starts to drive you closer to your release. your walls clench around his cock, making him groan. "i can feel ya, love. you gonna cum again?" your hands grab onto his arms, your nails slightly digging into his skin. "yes, mike, im so fucking close." michael snakes his hand down your stomach, his fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing with expertise.
"cmon, beautiful. cum for me." your eyes clamp shut, your back arches, and a high pitched moan leaves your lips as you cum hard around his cock. the mere sight alone causing his own orgasm to approach. "'m gonna cum, honey. can i cum inside you? please?" his voice getting more and more desperate. you nod, not trusting your own voice at the moment. michael pumps into you a few more times before bottoming out. his warm cum oozes into you, the sensation soothing. michael buries his face in your neck, careful to not put too much weight on you. after a few minutes, gentle kisses litter your skin as he attempts to calm you down.
"be right back.." he mutters. michael stands, his legs a little wobbly, before he exists the bedroom. after a minute, he returns with some water and a towel. he sets the glass down on the nightstand, and moves between your legs to clean you up. "you feeling good?" he asks you gently. you nod and sit up to look at him. "im feeling amazing, what about you?" he smiles as he tosses the towel in the laundry bin, he lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms. "if you're amazing, then i am too." you lay on his chest, the feeling of his hand drawing soft patterns on your skin relaxing. "thank you…" you mumble out causing him to chuckle. "thanking me for sex? you're adorable." you laugh and shake your head. "i meant thank you in general, thank you for being you. for loving me all these years." michael's gaze softens at your words.
:you’re the president of CBS records, and the from the word of mouth, a diva.
an: this is inspired by the scene in the movie with walter yetnikoff! might do a part two if ppl like it :)
tw: swearing, slight mention of sexism and racism, reader is implied to have long nails!
y/n l/n
a diva some would say, hard to work with, bad attitude problem, but one thing no one has ever said is that you are bad at your job.
you were the president of CBS Records, a scout for some of the most influential musicians.
and boy were you good at it. despite being in your early twenties, you had the ethic and confidence of a veteran in the business. the charm, wit, intelligence, and dominance, all perfected and wrapped with a pretty bow on top.
so when you were introduced to the boy your age, with a shy demeanor, a soft voice and kind smile, you could sense a pop icon hiding under his skin. you knew he had potential, and he deserved to be heard.
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the soft sound of your pen scribbling notes fills your new york city office, occasional hums and mumbles from you. a knock sounds at your door and your assistant sally peeks her head in. "ms. l/n, michael jackson and john branca are here to speak to you." your eyes furrow in confusion, you had nothing arranged with the two. you nod, "let them in, honey, thank you." your new york accent sounds throughout the room. you flatten your hair and adjust your perfectly tailored suit. another knock sounds, "come in…" you call.
there he is, his tinted aviators and military-style suit, followed by his manager and lawyer, john.
"good morning, what a pleasure to see you both!" you shake hands with them each before sitting at your desk. "can i get you anything? water, coffee?" they both politely decline, you turn your gaze to michael, a soft smile gracing your features. "how may i help you two today?" michael returns your smile before speaking, his gentle tone much softer than your strong new york one. "well, branca and i just had some things to discuss." you nod, your hands interlaced with each other and sat professionally on your desk. "well, michael, everyone here at CBS is so proud of you, i'm so proud of you…so whatever you need, your wish is my command." michael smiles shyly at that. "im really happy with the sales of thriller…but…" he pauses for a moment before turning to john. he gets the hint and continues his thoughts. "we're happy with the sales but theres still something we need to do promotion wise." you nod in understanding as he elaborates. "we need to get his videos playing on MTV."
your eyebrows raise in surprise.
"MTV? not possible…" you see michael's visible frustration at that, you resume.
"MTV almost never plays black artists, i dunno why. maybe they don't wanna scare the shit out of the privileged white kids in the suburbs." michael removes his glasses and speaks, a bit more firm now. "y/n, i made this album and this record for everybody. not one specific race." you listen to him, john tags in. "we believe michael's videos should be seen." you sigh gently and collect your thoughts. "michael, let me say this…i-" he interrupts you. "i'm a proud black artist. and i wont be shoved to the sidelines or the back of any bus. not by MTV, not by anyone." he states firmly. you look between the two men before you, your eyes landing on john. "believe me when i say, john, i have tried." you say in hopes of there being some understanding. "with love, y/n, you need to try harder, please." your eyebrows raise in surprise at his words, you usually don't let anyone speak to you like that. but with mike, it seems less hostile, and more desperate. you sigh and think for a few moments.
"sally, honey? would you get bob pittman over at MTV on the phone for me? and tell that bastard to drop everything and take my call right now." you say assertively. she nods and you thank her. your long, acrylic nails tap on the desk as you wait for the call to come through. "so, mike, how are you liking the city?" he nods and smiles softly. "if you'd like, i can get you tickets to 'marcel marceau' on broadway. front row, actually second. the french artists, they're not too keen on bathing, y'know? you don't wanna be in front for that…" you pause for a moment, then the phone rings, you answer quickly.
"bob, thank you for accepting my call.” you pause. “listen..i need you to run billie jean for me." you listen to his protests and refusal. " i know, i know. but here’s the problem with that. i actually don't give a shit, not a single one, bob. so you play billie jean for me, and you'll play it all the damn time, you hear me?" you stand from your seat and lean against the desk. "okay, bob. i'll put it another way for ya. if you don't run that song in the next 10 minutes, 15 if my mood simmers, im going to pull every single CBS artist from your lineup, yeah? springsteen, charlie daniels, billy joel, cyndi lauper, bob dylan, you fuckin' name it, you can put them all in a plastic bag, cover that bag in grease, and shove it right up your ass, understood? you and i are no longer in business." you say in a huff, your accent coming out stronger with the heightened mood. you take a deep breath and look up at them both. michael is looking at you with impressed eyes, and you return the smirk. "if he's got any semblance of a brain, he'll play that video."
and that they did, on march 10th, 1983, the 14 minute long video for thriller was put into rotation on MTV. you were relieved to say the least. being hard-headed and determined comes with risks, but this was one you were willing to make. you're not sure why. would you have done that for anybody else? probably not. but, michael is different, in a lot of ways you admire.
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you take a sip of your drink, your feet aching and the material of your dress becoming uncomfortable. you're at a party that CBS threw for everyone for all the success, and of course you had to be there. you gave a funny and heartfelt speech to all the artists and employees who attended. and you've said what feels like the millionth congratulations of the night to yet another colleague. you give a kind farewell to some interns you were talking to and take a deep breath. a soft hand touches your arm behind you and you turn to face the mystery person. you spot the man in his signature military style suit and you smile to yourself. "hi michael.' you say with a kind expression. he removes his hand and takes his glasses off. he gives you one of his shy smiles. "congratulations on everything. im so happy for you, you deserve it all." you say matter-of-factly. he ducks his head bashfully and chuckles. "well, i wouldn't be here without your help." you shake your head. "no, this was all you, you hear me? you would've found the spotlight with or without me. i was just a stepping stone, and it's my honor." his eyes soften, like hearing those words meant more to him than you thought. "i dunno about you, but i could use some fresh air…" you say as you walk away from him. he stands in place, just watching you. you glance over your shoulder and scoff playfully. "do you need me to spell it out, mike?" his eyebrows furrow in confusion and you chuckle. "lets go outside for a little." michael mouths a silent "oh" and rushes to ur side with a sheepish smile, you giggle at his antics. "shut up…" he mutters with an amused expression. "i thought you were trying to get away! i didn't wanna push!" you pat his arm softly, finding him adorable.
you both walk to a balcony in the venue they rented. you breathe a sigh of relief when you find no one out there. you stare up at the light polluted sky and take a moment to relax. "you doing okay?" michael's quiet voice breaks the silence. you roll ur shoulders and nod, stepping out of your heels for a moment. you move forward, leaning on the balcony with ur forearms. "yeah…these company parties always suck the life out of me." michael nods in understanding and leans on the railing like you are. you continue, "having small talk, sometimes with people who i swear ive never seen in my life. interacting with the big men who look at me like i'm a little girl sharing her show-and-tell item. who act like i have no business with them. it gets…a bit tiring." michael nods, he understands in a way. being a black artist, people always look down on him and find ways to undermine his well earned success. "you do a good job holding your ground, it's really inspiring." michael comments. you smile gently at his words. "thanks… i try my best."
a comfortable silence falls between you two, the busy sounds of new york city familiar and somewhat soothing. you see him looking at you from the corner of your eye, and you look back. michael bites the inside of his cheek before saying. "you look really beautiful tonight…that color suits you well." the corner of your lips raise in genuine happiness, despite being told that by plenty of others tonight. it hits different coming from his lips. "so do you…you always do." you say, almost uncharacteristically faint. michael breathes a laugh and cards his ungloved hand through his locks. "you think im beautiful?" you can basically see his confidence growing more and more. like hes been wanting to talk this way with you. "oh shush, you know you are." he tilts his head slightly and gazes at you. but not a gaze that would make you uncomfortable, a gaze like he was looking at the most beautiful sunset imaginable. you feel your face heat up, which doesn't happen often. you look down at your fingers and fiddle with them.
"so…how's everything in your world?" you quickly change the subject. he smiles to himself and looks out at the city lights “overwhelming, but good. really good.” you nod, knowing the highs and lows of fame. “you holding up though? quincy isn’t working you too hard, right?” he chuckles and nods. “im managing, thank you for asking.” you look over at him before putting a hand on his. “yknow im always here, yeah?” his doe eyes land on yours, numerous emotions hiding within them. “you are?” you reach into your handbag and pull out a notecard and a pen. you scribble a number on it and hold it out to him. “this is my home number. you call whenever you need anything. musical advice, even just a listening ear. i’ll be here.” michael looks down at the card between your fingers, a surge of emotions hitting him, he looks back up at you. “you’re serious?” you smile kindly. “always.” michael takes the card from your hand and slips it into his breast pocket. “thank you, y/n. i appreciate you more than you know.” you smile at him before opening your arms. “you a hugger?” he stares blankly for a moment, his heart stuttering. he nods and steps closer. your arms wrap around his neck and you hug him gently. a few moments pass before you speak softly. “don’t let this world put out your spark. you’re special, and even if they don’t want to accept it, this world knows it.” you pause for a brief second. “i have a feeling this world will remember you for a long long time, michael. and they should. you are one of a kind.” michael hugs you tighter, he breathes deeply. “thank you…for everything.” you both pull away and smile at one another. you slip your heels back on and smile. “well…back to it. you stay out of trouble, handsome.” you say before walking back into the crowded party inside.
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AN: thank you for reading!! this was my first fic in years so im rusty lol. lmk if you want a part two!
