letting michael make you feel like the birthday princess you are. after all, his baby girl deserves nothing less.
℘rincess reader x mature era michael ꪆৎ ༘⋆ mdni
if there was one thing that anyone knew about you, it was that you adored being celebrated. the romance of it all was everything to you. flowers arriving at your door, brand new pretty dresses hanging in your closet, candles flickering across a dinner table, handwritten cards tucked between bouquets. just little reminders that the people you loved were thinking about you.
no day embodied that feeling more than your birthday.
your favorite day of the year.
birthday mornings were so magical to you. you'd wake up just thinking about the possibility of surprises and being loved loudly for a day. birthdays had always felt special to you.
michael, however, never really understood them the same way. celebrating himself had never felt natural. his birthdays came and went quietly.
but then he met you, and during the first birthday you spent together, you made sure to make his day everything it possibly could be from beginning to end. he’d never forgotten the way you’d looked at him that day, and the fact that you made him feel like he was worth making a fuss over.
so when your birthday finally arrived? michael intended to return the favor wholeheartedly.
sunlight spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows draped in layers of ivory chiffon, painting the suite in a soft and hazy glow. the curtains danced lazily in the morning breeze drifting through the balcony doors.
sometime during the night, someone had filled the suite with flowers. hundreds of them. white peonies, pale pink roses, delicate hydrangeas, literally all of your favorites.
you smelled the flowers before anything. they overflowed from arrangements placed on nearly every available surface, their sweet scent mixing with traces of vanilla candles burned the night before. your sleepy body stayed curled up underneath the blankets for a few seconds before you stretched out, your eyes instinctively drifting up to look at your favorite part of your room: the cluster of chandeliers that sparkled from above.
michael knew you loved them. he’d caught you staring up at them more times than he could count, with your pouty little mouth hung open in awe as you watched the crystals glitter in the light. he wanted to make sure that you woke up to them on today.
your eyes followed the reflections dancing across the ceiling while the sweet scent of flowers lingered in the air around you. slowly, you let your gaze fall beside you to your nightstand. that's where you saw a pretty cream colored envelope with raised floral embroidered into it, the prettiest written "ℳ𝒥 ৻ꪆ" on top. next to the envelope was a small velvet jewelry box tied with a blush ribbon.
a smile grew on your face without even thinking.
you reached for the jewelry box, nails looking all pretty. you had gotten them done the day before.
your fingers slipped beneath the satin loops as you untied the bow carefully. as you lifted up the lid, you found yourself immediately met with the sparkle of diamonds. the bracelet laid on top of the blush colored velvet, looking so delicate and fragile, and a soft breath escaped you. it was beautiful.
your fingers found the clasp immediately and after a moment of fumbling with it tiredly, it clicked into place around your wrist. you turned your hand back and forth beneath the sunlight, watching the diamonds sparkle against your skin.
of course it fit perfectly. in his perfectionist nature, michael had always made sure to pay attention to details, including your wrist size.
eventually, your attention drifted back toward the envelope waiting patiently beside you. the paper felt expensive beneath your fingertips as you slid a nail underneath the flap, breaking the seal as gentle as you could. the folded note hidden inside fell easily into your hand, and your smile grew bigger the second you recognized michael's script handwriting.
happy birthday beautiful, i hope the first thing you felt this morning was loved. do not ask security what im planning for you. just let me celebrate you. come downstairs and look pretty. love, michael ❤︎
your lips pouted as you read his words, feeling your eyes practically morph into little hearts.
the excitement already bubbling in your chest made it impossible to stay underneath the blankets any longer. you pushed the covers back and slipped from the bed, pedicured feet meeting the cold floor. the diamond anklet resting around your ankle chimed softly against your skin as you walked all hurried.
you weren't a patient girl, and the only thing stopping you from booking it down the stairs was the fact that michael had specifically told you to look pretty. you brushed your teeth in the private bathroom of your suite as fast as you could, washing your face afterwards. every step feel rushed, hands fumbling through bottles and drawers as you got ready. michael’s note remained perched beside the sink the entire time.
you kept your tiny pajama set on as your looked through your rack of robes, pushing aside satin padded hangers harshly in order to find the perfect one. eventually, your hand landed on one that felt right. it was such a light, baby pink fabric, and was cinched at the waist and floor length.
if michael was going to make a fuss over you all day, the least you could do was give him something pretty to look at.
by the time everything was finally ready, michael had already walked through the room three separate times.
michael had barely been listening to anyone around him for the past thirty minutes. security was talking, staff members were moving whole arrangements around, people kept asking him questions, but he couldn't focus on any of it.
every few seconds his eyes drifted toward the grand staircase, just waiting and checking then waiting again.
"she's gonna love it," someone told him. michael stood there, fiddling with the camera in his hands, just turning it over and checking it over and over again.
"you think so?" he asked, which sounded kinda ridiculous, but he honestly couldn't stop himself. it wasn't that he didn't think you would like it. he just wanted you to like it so much.
his weary thoughts were cut short when he finally heard movement coming from upstairs. his head lifted up as he watched you with parted lips, the corners of his mouth raising up ever so slightly. sunlight poured through the enormous windows behind you, turning the edges of your pink robe almost translucent.
your hand ran down the spiral banister so carefully, not wanting to mess up the thick ribbon that climbed up the railing. you let out a quiet, "oh my," as you slowed down your stride, taking in the fairytale that michael had turned downstairs into.
curled ribbons decorated the base of every piece of furniture and column in the room, layered in different pinks and cremes and golds. the same flowers from upstairs were scattered everywhere downstairs as well, resembling your own personal botanical garden. you even had an indoor water fixture that michael had always help you take care of. now, small candles danced in the water alongside the swans that he bought just for you.
yes, swans.
your jaw dropped softly at the sight of everything shimmering, your eyes finding new things to look at with each new second passed.
as your bare foot reached one of the bottom steps, you heard a gentle voice speak.
"hi, baby," michael let his smile spread across his face, eyes softening completely when they met yours. he wasn’t really looking at the decorations as he’d already seen them.
now, he was finally looking at the person they were all for.
you couldn't help but squeal as you scurried down the remaining steps, michael holding his hand out to guide you directly into his chest where you belonged. the sound alone made every ounce of nervousness leave michael’s body, because there his princess was. "happy birthday," he whispered to you, his cheek smushing against the side of your head.
you kept your arms wrapped tight around his neck, standing on your tippy toes the tiniest bit as you felt him rock with you.
"thank you so much," you breathed into him, craning your head to press your lips against the bottom of his jaw.
"oh please," he chuckled lightly, letting his hands drift down your lower back to settle on the plump of your ass. the fabric of your set felt so soft under his palms. one of his hands played with the fancy trim of your shorts underneath your robe, while the other moved to cradle the side of your face. "i don't want you to thank me."
you couldn't even protest before he squished your cheeks and pecked your little pout away.
your doll-like eyes looked huge as they continued to wander, even with your face rested in the palm of michael's hand, and he noticed instantly. every few seconds your gaze drifted somewhere over his shoulder towards the enormous pile of gifts waiting patiently all across the room. towards the big satin bows. towards the few mountains of boxes stacked taller than you. your curiosity was written all over your face.
"you wanna open them, baby?" michael asked you, the corners of his mouth twitching up all amused.
your eyes snapped back to meet up with his, dimples deepening into the apples of your rounded cheeks as you nodded your head.
michael's hand trailed down your forearm as he smiled down at you, diamond bracelet glittering past before his long fingers intertwined with yours, "c'mon then."
he guided you across the large room, your eyes still looking around at the floating candles and tables covered in crystals and jewelry boxes and different kinds of birthday cakes. that continued all the way until you reached the towering piles of gifts waiting beneath the chandeliers.
you both took a seat in the middle of it all. it would alternate sporadically between michael handing you a present or one of the men on his team handing you one. each time you'd unwrap something, michael would take a picture with his camera.
you'd smile a toothy, pretty little smile each time, making his heart melt. the lace trimming of your tight nighttime tank looked perfect all pressed up along the swell of your chest, your dainty robe falling off your shoulder and into the crook of your forearm. you'd hold up a brand new purse or opened earring boxes up to him as if he didn't buy them, and he'd act surprised each time.
he was truly staring at you and your smile more than the presents.
he'd move the hair away from your face at some points, wanting to see your face in its entirety. he'd even ask you the same things over and over again in his soft voice.
"you like that one?"
"you happy?"
"is it what you wanted?"
ribbons quickly began accumulating around your feet, tissue paper covered the floor. it felt like two hours had passed before you were done with everything.
now, you were standing in front of a long table with your arms stretched out beside you, palms holding your weight as you leaned with your hip poking out. eight different cakes adorned the top of the table, all of different tier heights and flavors. michael couldn't decide on one that would be perfect enough for you.
he stood there next to you, one hand planted in front of your arm to trap you close to him.
"you have a favorite?" he asked, lowering his face closer to your ear.
you shook your head a little, the frizz of your curls tickling his lips. "i like anything sweet," you admitted in a low voice.
michael took his free hand and reached forward, chest pushing against your back. his finger swiped at one of the cakes, picking up a scoop of buttercream frosting.
he brought the finger back to your lips, tilting his head down to watch you.
your lips wrapped around his finger, sucking while you fluttered your lashes up at him. you could feel him push his finger down towards the back of your tongue briefly before letting it slide out, thin saliva coating down just past his first knuckle.
the flavor settled in your mouth as you swallowed, "thank you. for everything."
a light laugh left him and he brought the pad of him thumb up to wipe at your bottom lip. "didn't i say somethin' about that earlier?" he asked.
you shrugged, shifting your body to face him more. "i know," you started, staring at his chest before you let your eyes trail down below his waistline, "i just wish there was a way for me to really show how thankful i am for you."
your fingers toyed at his drawstring before your nail traced down the stitching of his pants, running right over where the length of his dick rested.
michael's larger hand covered yours as you continued.
"you're so nice to me," you said softly to him, looking up with big, pleading eyes, "and you treat me so good, baby."
michael stood quiet for a second, a deep breath leaving his nostrils and fanning over your face.
you knew that michael was strong-willed about receiving from you. he hated the thought of you doing anything really. he believed that he was the one supposed to provide for you.
but still, you tried.
"i'm the one that should be celebrating you, love," he said quietly, dipping his head down to peck on a soft spot on your neck. involuntarily, your head lulled to the side, a little sigh leaving your mouth.
"hm?" michael muttered against your skin, disguising it with another kiss. "don't you think so?"
you could feel him growing harder under your hand, his still on top of yours. you let out a small whine of protest at his words, now feeling his teeth against your neck. he was smiling.
"i think so," he answered his own question, lifting you to sit on top of the table.
he couldn't stand how glassy your eyes were as you stared up at him, your legs spreading out like they had a mind of their own, soft body on display just for him.
he ran his hand up your thigh to lightly tug on the bottom of your tiny satin shorts.
"can you take these off for me, please baby?" he asked, licking his lips as he watched you nod your head eagerly.
your thumbs hooked onto your waistband as you lifted your hips up, pulling the shorts down to your ankles along with your sheer g-string.
michael wouldn't let you struggle or strain yourself. he took them off the rest of the way for you, giving your ankle a little squeeze as he did so. his eyebrows furrowed however, when he looked back at you.
you had your arm stretched out across your body, struggling to reach what seemed to be one of the smaller cakes. being the man that he is, michael held onto your back to stabilize you, the other sliding the cake closer to you. again, he hated watching you struggle.
"you're still hungry?" he asked you softly, letting his eyes follow your hand as you scooped up some whipped frosting. "hey, you know you could've told me―"
"nuh uh," you shut him down, biting back a dangerously coy smile that threatened to flourish across your face. "'m not hungry, baby."
without giving him the chance to speak again, you dragged your frosted hand down your body. starting right underneath your navel and down the outside of the slit of your pretty pussy.
"you never got a chance to try the cake."
"..lord," michael couldn't even try to stop the groan that left the back of his throat.
michael was disgustingly greedy with you. he bit his bottom lip as he smiled crookedly, his all too perfect teeth on display as he leaned in to give your lips one more kiss. "just lay back for me," he said so quietly, mumbling against your mouth.
you complied, laying down against the smooth tabletop, back arching up the slightest bit as you felt him lick up the frosting from your lower stomach before pressing a wet kiss there.
"let me know if it's too much. i swear, baby, ill stop," he whispered, doe eyes peering up at you from between your legs.
michael took hold of the lower part of your shin, lifting your leg up to dangle off of his shoulder. he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, loving how you tried to stop squirming whenever he nibbled or licked right near the crease between your thigh and sugar-coated center.
he eventually made his way down to your aching pussy. he licked at his bottom lip as he took notice of the slight shine that shone through the messy pink frosting, wanting nothing more than to devour you. he pressed his tongue flat against you, taking a long lick up your folds, repeating this a couple more times, before sticking his warm tongue inside of you.
"oh my, god, michael," you whined out softly, turning your head to the side as you rolled your hips up into his face. he had frosting on his nose and cheeks, but he didn't mind. he hummed something into you, which you could only assume was some variation of "i know, i know."
your whines morphed into a small moan, similar to a gasp as you felt michael push one of his fingers into you. you were always so tight, your little hole squeezing on his fingers like a little kiss.
"that feels good, yeah?" michael asked you, keeping his voice low as he slurped up the last little bit of sugary content from your clit, earning another girlish moan from you.
you stumbled your way up onto your forearms, barely able to nod as you looked down at him. he expertly worked on your pussy, the taste of it making his own eyes roll back. he loved himself a sweet treat.
he groaned while sloppily kissing away any remnants of frosting, keeping his long finger pushing in and out of you at an antagonizing and slow pace. he pulled his face away from you, and you tilted you head as you watched his glistening face. his mouth stood agape slightly, eyes watching his finger inside of you.
he eventually looked up, big eyes meeting your own.
"i'm gonna add another one, okay baby?" he let you know, never letting his finger stop moving.
you breathed out, pushing your hips forward to feel him further inside of you, "okay."
he cocked his head at you, a tiny smirk pulling up at his lips, "that's what you want?"
"mmm," your eyes closed up, pout gracing your lips once again with a desperate little whine. "yess, baby, i want― i want it so bad."
michael couldn't help but giggle at you, immediate giving you what you wanted by pushing his ring finger inside of you slowly, giving you time to adjust.
"just keep on making those pretty little sounds f'me," he told you, listening to the squelching sound of your pussy by drowned out by you moaning out his name in a whisper, "drives me crazy."
ralph tresvant had specifically asked for you, which wasn't even surprising anymore. your name had already started circulating through the industry in that quiet little way beautiful girls always do. photographers requested you over and over again. directors were remembering you by first name. and new edition's own ralph tresvant had definitely noticed.
he’d always been sweet. he met you briefly once before at an afterparty in new york, all low eyes and smooth little compliments while he leaned against the bar watching you laugh with your friends.
“you should work with me sometime,” he'd told you casually that night.
you gave him a little nod, lifting up your glass to finish the last little bit of your cosmo. "save my number."
you had almost forgotten about the conversation until his team reached out to you a few weeks later. they wanted you for his sensitivity music video.
the set felt dreamlike, exactly how his song sounded. hazy lighting spilled across everything from hidden lamps and overhead rigs, turning skin into honey and shadows into something softer. romantic in that way only music videos could afford to be.
your wardrobe was barely there. not in a vulgar way, but in an intentional way. the styling relied more on suggestion than actual fabric. soft lengths of bright colored silk wrapped around your body loosely, catching every bit of sultry movement. the material floated behind you like smoke. slipping from one shoulder, gathering at your waist, revealing flashes of warm skin before disappearing again beneath folds of fabric.
the first time michael saw the sensitivity video, he honestly thought you looked too pretty in it, which sounded ridiculous. because of course you looked pretty. that was the whole point.
he sat there quiet while the footage played across the screen, jaw tightening more and more every time the camera lingered on you.
the camera caught the light reflecting off of the highlighter on your hipbones as you rolled your hips in a slow whine, moving to your little hands dragging down ralph's chest. those were michael's hips, and those were michael's hands.
kind of.
you and michael were already… well. not public but not exactly private either. people close to him knew, his dancers knew, his security definitely knew.
the entertainment industry had always survived on rumors.
and lately, your names had started appearing together far too often. nobody could prove anything, but nobody was stupid either. after a while, whispers started floating through dressing rooms and backstage hallways. michael never seemed to realize how obvious he was.
he’d lower his head to hear you talk, follow behind you through crowds, light up completely whenever you walked into a room. somehow his hand always found the small of your back, too. his security team looked exhausted from pretending not to notice.
and once your career started taking off, people became even more curious. because suddenly michael jackson wasn’t the only person paying attention to you anymore.
while michael was so proud of you, god he was so proud of you, he couldn’t help noticing that everybody else was beginning to see what he’d already known for months.
that you were special.
which was exactly why seeing you draped in silk beside ralph tresvant on national television made his eye twitch a little. michael hated how much that video bothered him. because the jealousy was never really about ralph, the real problem was that michael had spent months thinking he’d discovered something special, only to realize everybody else was about to discover it too.
・・・・・
“c’mere for a second, please,” michael called from across the rehearsal room.
you looked up from fixing the strap of your dance bag, immediately suspicious at the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, “what?”
"i just wanna see somethin'," that smile got a little worse, which honestly should've warned you.
michael pushed himself away from the mirrored wall he’d been leaning against, slow and casual. too casual. you raised your eyebrows at him, "seee.. what?"
"you."
your brows furrowed immediately and there it was. that face he couldn't resist. michael bit lightly against the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too hard.
the rehearsal room had mostly emptied by now. music still hummed faintly through the speakers somewhere overhead while dancers packed bags and drifted toward the exits. you suddenly became very aware that michael was walking toward you slowly, like he wasn't in a hurry at all.
"you got somewhere t'be?" he asked you, keeping his voice gentle like always. 
you shook your head, bottom lip catching lightly between your teeth, "no."
"good, that's good."
your stomach flipped embarrassingly fast. michael stopped in front of you afterwards. he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and the faint music playing through the speakers changed to a different song. sensitivity.
your eyes widened the tiniest bit, "michael—"
“nuh uh,” he laughed quietly, “show me.” you stared at him for a quick second, in some type of disbelief.
"show you what?"
he kept his voice steady, "what they had yall doin' in the video."
scanning over his face, you could see a subtleness to it. michael's jealousy wasn't loud at all. it looked different from when he was frustrated or stressed, which you've seen him experience before.
he was jealous.
his hand settled on the plush of your hip, right where he liked it.
"c'mon. show me," he insisted. now you were smiling.
"boy, no," you giggled, "you play too much."
he flexed his fingers on your hip, squinting his gaze at you the tiniest bit as he asked lowly, "is how i sound when m'playin' with you?"
he let his voice drop into that familiar register that he reserved only for you, and it had your knees weak. you looked up into his dark, doe eyes and sighed, mumbling out a small "no." michael looked down at the floor beside you guys for a second, biting lightly at the inside of his cheek, trying and failing to hide how pleased he was.
"mhm," he subtly tugged you closer by the hem of your mini-cut dance shorts. "didn't think so."
they always fit you so good, hugging your lower curves beautifully and making your ass look perfect. michael loved how your thighs looked in them.
in close proximity, you pouted your lips at him.
"baby," you exaggerated softly, "you really makin' me do this?"
michael let out a laugh, lightly pushing at your hip as he walked back towards the studio mirror, giving you the floor.
he raised the volume up a little more as he took a seat, legs all spread and the palms of his hands resting on top of his knees. he had a pretty little smile on his face as he watched you set your bag down with a huff.
"just quit lookin' at me like that," he said.
your pout never left as you looked away from your bag and over at michael, "like what?"
"all cute," he answered all too fast, "i can't take it."
you rolled your eyes, but the smile never quite left your mouth. you only gave him an eight count.
rolling your shoulders, your body caught the music quickly. each lazy step was timed perfectly with the music. the movement wasn’t nearly as dramatic as it had been in the video, but michael's eyes never steered away from you. the silkiness of your movement continued as you crossed the floor.
once you got to him, you rolled your waist and you moved downward, lowering yourself to him. like that had been your destination the entire time.
michael bit at the bottom lip of his smile, guiding you down to his lap by your waist. his palm rubbed on your ass cheek before he hit it so so carefully, and lightly. he couldn't help himself.
"this is mine," he tried to sound intimidating, but his smile betrayed him.
the swell of your pussy was no match against the thin spandex material of your shorts. it rolled against the center of michael's pants, right where you could feel something hard growing beneath you.
you nodded your head, breathing all heavy too close to his mouth, "it's yours."
michael gave you a kiss, groaning into you when you rolled yourself against him again. he kept his lips lingering against yours as his shifted his pelvis, letting his dark jeans drag up against your clothed pussy.
the sound of his belt clanked against your belly piercing, setting the pace for you two to follow.
"this mouth is mine, okay mama?" his voice was barely audible as it was drowned out by the obscene noise of saliva and breath. all you could do was nod again, your eyes squeezing tighter.
you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as michael gently cradled the back of your head, pulling you against his chest.
"and this right here," he muttered, reaching frantically around the swell of your ass to rub at your pretty cunt from behind, "this pretty girl. she's mine."
with parted lips, you whined out a soft, "yes, yes," keeping your round cheek pressed up against him. michael could feel the heat radiating off of you, letting his two fingers massage the little bit of dampness he could feel before settling his two hands back on your waist. he guided your hips against his, his thumbs rubbing on your lower back as he matched your paces up.
he could tell by your desperate, throaty little voice that you were so close. close for him.
"that's it," michael let out a whine of his own, looking at you like you hung the stars, "that's my baby."
can you write smth where the reader is teasing him while he’s doing important work? She “accidentally” drops something and bends over in front of him so he can get a nice view of her pink panties hugging her plump ass? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
thank yew ilysmmm ur writings are perfect mwha mwha (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡
℘rincess reader x mature era michael ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─
no bc i see it so clearly like..
he’s genuinely trying to work. stopping the tape every few minutes to scribble notes down in messily perfect handwriting, muttering little things under his breath like, “needs more bass there…” or “that harmony’s too crowded…”
the room is all low lighting and expensive speakers humming softly while michael sits leaned back in this huge chair with headphones half-on, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as a track plays. papers scattered everywhere. his glasses low on his nose. dark hair falling around his face while he listens with that serious little expression he gets when he’s focused on music.
then there's you, all sprawled out across his home studio couch in a short, see-through nightgown. bored and horny as fuck.
he tries to ignore it at first. ignoring your desperate sounding sighs that you're doing to grab his attention. ignoring your little hums while you kick your legs that rest beside you. against his will, a smile pulls at his lips. he can't help it.
“you alright over there, pretty baby?” he asked.
"mhm," you shrugged, lying bad.
a few minutes later you wander over to him under the excuse of wanting to hear the song too. you sat on the armrest of his chair, and michael lifts one side of the headphones so you can listen. your baby soft cheek is pressed beside his, rich-smelling perfume and lotion completely distracting him from the music playing in his ears.
“you like this one?” he asked you softly.
but you’re barely even listening to the track. you’re too busy watching him, and being a little brat.
you began to mess with the pretty chain around his neck, tracing your nails down the thick vein he had there. your thumb glided over his adam's apple before you moved your hand down to caress his collarbone. you leaned into him just close enough for the vanilla scent of your lipgloss to linger near his face.
“baby…” he warns quietly, eyes still fixed ahead.
you fluttered your dark lashes up at him all innocent, "what?”
he exhales through his nose, pausing the demo with one slow press of a button before leaning his head back against the chair dramatically.
“you know exactly what.”
it didn't sound irritated at all. in fact, there was a lilted tone to his voice that encouraged you to act out even more. he couldn't resist his princess, and you knew it.
"'m sorry baby," you pouted out, pressing a lingering kiss along the sharpest part of his jaw. michael just shook his head, letting you continue to pepper kisses on the side of his throat. "you don't have to apologize," he mumbled.
the music flowed through the speakers once more, you sitting all cross-legged and pretty beside him, doing your best to behave. but this was taking too long.
michael was sitting there with his headphones resting around his neck now, one hand against the mixing console while he replayed the same section of the demo for literally the fortieth time. you were tired of waiting. so, you swung your legs over to stand up.
“don’t start,” he warned immediately, already smiling. you looked over at him, brows all furrowed as you innocently asked, "start what?"
michael just shook his head once more, pressing another button on the console. “i know that tone.”
you ignored him completely, pretending to look around the studio instead, mumbling some nonsense about heading to bed soon. your freakishly short nightgown rode up your curves with every step you took, catching michael's attention everytime he even thought about focusing on something else. your eyes flickered toward the lyric notebook sitting near the edge of michael’s desk, and the second that slow little idea crossed your mind, your lips almost twitched.
your manicured fingers finally hooked against the edge of the notebook, pushing it juuust enough for gravity to take over. it slid slowly off the desk corner before tumbling onto the floor with a soft thud, an even soften fake gasp leaving your plush lips. "oops."
michael looked up immediately.
of course, you were dramatic about it. you braced your dainty little hand on his knee as you bent down, the pale pink thong you wore barely visible due to the plumpness of your ass practically swallowing it.
he let you keep your hand on his for balance as he leaned back in his seat, head tilting to follow your figure shamelessly. he kept his lips parted before a small, breathy laugh escaped him. one hand covered his eyes while the other gripped at the armrest, "mama," his voice came out sounding wrecked.
you finally stood back up with the notebook pressed innocently against your cleavage, blinking down at him all wide-eyed, "you dropped this."
and michael just stared at you for a second before letting his head fall back again with the quietest groan, "you are so bad.”
"don't go listening to it around nobody," you told him softly, causing him to raise his eyebrows for just a second. he quickly tried to hide his face, looking down at the cassette again while biting back his shy grin.
"i won't," his voice sounded low and sincere.
he kept his head low as he shamelessly watched you walk off, your ass making your skirt bounce the tiniest bit with every step you took.
it was about one in the morning when michael had finally settled down in his hotel room. he'd gotten to take a shower and change his clothes, cocoa butter scented skin warm underneath a white t-shirt and silk pajama pants. he turned the cassette over in his hands again and again, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the plastic before his eyes caught on something written near the bottom corner in soft pink ink. a phone number.
michael froze. his heart started beating embarrassingly fast as he stared at it, reading the numbers over again like they might disappear. there was a tiny lipstick print beside it, your handwriting messy and feminine underneath.
𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒
"oh, god," he laughed quietly to himself, rubbing one of his hands over his mouth.
he leaned back against the pillows, legs stretched out across the hotel bed while the cassette laid in his lap. his movements were stiff as if he were holding something dangerous. something tempting.
for a second, he looked over at the phone on the nightstand, then back at the tape, then back at the phone again.
with the most hesitant fingers he grabbed his walkman. he slid the tape inside carefully, almost reverently, before he worked up the courage to press play.
a soft static crackled through his ears, then your voice filled the silence, "hii, michael." you sounded too close, and that was the problem. you spoke quietly enough that the tape picked up tiny sounds between your sentences. soft breaths. the faint rustle of sheets. the glossy click of your lips parting before you spoke again.
"i waited for everybody to fall asleep," you started, before he heard you let out a breathy little sigh, "so i could do this f'you." michael swallowed hard, the palm of his hand running in circles ontop of his clothed thigh, trying his best to steady himself.
the recording picked up what sounded like you moving around. before michael could think to question it, the sound of your voice poured out again. the noise that left you was embarrassingly soft. feminine. almost needy. it wasn't until he could hear the faintest wet sounding noises that he fully understood what was happening.
michael couldn't help his mouth from dropping open a little, hearing you moan out his name directly into his ears.
this was filthy. michael swore he hated shit like this, but when he got a chance to see your pretty little face earlier, and now your pretty little mouth is whimpering out all of these pretty little sounds, he couldn't stop his stomach from tightening.
"i love your voice, michael," your voice lifted into a soft little whine at the end of his name, your own fingers teasing at your throbbing clit. you'd never done anything like this before.
the recording your own tape of it all.
and michael could hear it through the slight shakiness in your tone. it was making him hornier, despite him not wanting to be.
his own lips parted as his head tipped back against the headboard, curls all messy and in his face from his shower. another moan filled his ears, making his eyes flutter shut. without even thinking, his hand trailed across his lap, palming his dick tenderly.
you whispered against your tape recorder, "tell me y'listenin' to this in bed." with closed eyes, michael absentmindedly nodded his head against the headboard, pulling down his waistband to touch himself properly. he let his thumb swipe over his pretty tip, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
"mm, wish i could let you touch me right now."
he continued to stroke himself to the sound of your voice, doing his best to imagine how you looked touching all up on yourself. he knew he could do it better for you. you shouldn't have to do that on your own. you were one of those girls that michael thought should be even have to raise a finger.
his dick twitched in his hand as he listened to the hushed moans that fumbled out of you, followed by the wet sounds of your core getting massaged quicker. he mumbled the softest, "oh m'god," feeling himself getting closer to his own release.
you said his name as you climaxed, the most gorgeous sounding whimper falling off the end of it, making michael's pelvis stutter.
thick, cloudy white liquid seeped out of him, trailing down to the back of his hand as he pumped more out. he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat, hearing you blow a kiss into his ears.
he honestly didn't wait too long before reaching over to grab the phone settled on his nightstand, still hastily wiping off his hand and lower stomach as it rang.
If the bellboy scene taught me anything, it's that hollanov are always down for some silly impromptu roleplay action. Shane reads a Buzzfeed listicle about Top Ten Fun Questions For Your Partner that makes him randomly ask Ilya If I was an animal, what animal would I be? and Ilya immediately answers Bunny. Itty bitty bunny rabbit who runs very very fast. And Shane huffs and kicks him because No, I mean like a serious answer, actually think about it. And Ilya grabs the foot that Shane tried to kick him with by the ankles and says I am serious. It is very serious matter. I would not lie about bunny Shane. And Shane's rolling his eyes but his mouth is twitching when he says What does that make you, then? A wolf? and Ilya slooowly grins his most devious grin before he rolls over and pounces on Shane, grappling him onto his back as he says, Oh, yes, yes I am big bad wolf and you are cute little bunny. And Shane is squirming and flushing in that way he always does when he tries to wriggle his way out from under Ilya and Ilya just holds him down harder, but then he's biting his lip and going lax because: Oh, Mr Wolf, what big teeth you have~ and Ilya's grin gets even bigger (and, okay, maybe it IS a little wolf-like) and he makes his voice go all deep and growly as he says: All the better to eat you with. And then he's attacking Shane's neck with great sucking kisses mixed in-between small sharp nips that make Shane giggle and thrash and yelp, ankles kicking against the mattress as he tries to wrestle Ilya off of him, but the big bad wolf has got the little rabbit in his jaws now and he's not letting go.
I really love them flirting like the boys with crushes that they are. Ilya’s doing handstands in the lake. Shane’s doing backflips off the dock. Ilya’s showing off how he can shotgun a beer sooooo fast. Shane’s carrying all the deck chairs inside in one trip. Ilya’s throwing a rock SOOOO far across the lake. Shane’s climbing a tree shirtless.
And the best part is it totally works. They’re such dumb boys for each other.
৻ꪆ michael jackson x you (tour dancer reader), smut
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being michael jackson's favorite little dancer is flattering, you'd never deny that.
and eventually, his attention turns into access.
quiet phone calls in the middle of the night, staying late after your rehearsal was done to wait for him to come out, private cars. these were all becoming a part of your norm.
tonight he had found you sitting side stage as you waited to go on. he always spoke soft, and his voice only grew even softer when it came to you. he whispered close to your ear, inviting you to wait for him in his hotel room instead of some hallway tucked away by his dressing room.
"only if you'd like that," he added of course.
so now your pretty ass was perched on the edge of the kind sized bed.
the tiny black dress you'd slipped on after your shower barely covered the thick curve of your thighs, silky fabric riding up higher every time your fingers pressed into your sore ankle. your hair was slicked up off of your neck, allowing your gold hoops to brush your jaw every time you turned your head towards the television.
tiredness clung to you prettily. your glossy lips parted slightly, eyes half-lidded as the muted television flickered across your skin.
exhausted as you were, there was still something unfairly gorgeous about you.
the door to the suite opened sometime close to two in the morning. michael stepped in as quietly as possible, careful not to disturb the soft stillness tucked inside the room. but his eyes quickly laid on you, a smile growing on his face that made him look softer than he meant to. he watched you sit with one leg folded beneath yourself while your hand moved lazily over your sore ankle.
"hey, baby girl," he finally murmured, voice roughened from the long night.
you looked over at him, softening at the sight.
he looked so tired.
"hi," your voice floated through the room like music, "you need anything?"
michael shook his head almost immediately as he walked over to you. your chin tipped upward naturally as he moved closer, eyes following him through the dim hotel light.
"no, no, baby, m'alright," he insisted. he eased down into a crouch in front of you, gentle in the way he always was with you. he didn't really like the feeling of towering over you. "besides," he started, "i should be askin' you that. i saw you rubbing on your ankle as soon as i walked in here."
a little sigh left your nostrils as you tried to brush it off, "m'fine."
ignoring your words, michael's hand slid beneath your calf first, warm fingers curling carefully around your leg before he guided your pedicured foot into his lap. he loved how soft your skin felt. he could tell you cared about yourself, cared about feeling and smelling good.
one hand settled around the delicate curve of your ankle while the other cradled the arch of your foot like something worth being careful with.
“does this hurt?” he asked softly, thumbs pressing slow circles into a spot above your ankle.
you stood quiet, looking down at him kneeling between your knees like he belonged there. even exhausted his voice sounded beautiful, dipping low and warm. even exhausted he was focused on taking care of you before himself. you rested back onto your elbows, watching the way your foot seemed to disappear in his grasp because of how large his hands were.
"you pushed yourself too hard tonight," he said.
"so did you."
the corners of his mouth curved with quiet amusement, "that's different."
"how?" your head tilted to the side as you pressed gently, watching him through half-lidded eyes.
he looked up at you, fingers still pressing against your skin. "because i'm supposed to take care of you."
"you're so sweet to me." your voice was low and smooth and devastatingly feminine. it seemed to always carry that same gentleness he was reaching for.
that made him smile a little bigger. he kept his pretty eyes on yours, his touch staying unhurried as his thumbs pressed deeper into the tightness near your ankle that made a quiet breath slip past your lips.
"there?" he asked quietly.
you nodded instantly, making him hum in understanding and focus back down on your ankle. the silence between you two went on for a few seconds before you opened your mouth to say, "you always make me feel so good."
both emotionally and physically.
you bit the inside of your bottom lip and your head lulled to the side, ear resting on shoulder as you gauged his reaction.
he looked back up at you, his thumbs slowing down a little before he guided your foot closer towards him. "i love making you feel good," he admitted, giving the top of your foot a kiss.
"yeah?" you asked him.
the softest mhm left his lips as he left another kiss on your skin. both of his hands then slid slowly up the back of your calves, his thumbs kneading at the muscles gently as he pressed another kiss to your knee.
his chin came to rest lightly against your knee, hair falling forward near your bare thigh while he looked up at you from beneath impossibly long lashes.
and goodness.
maybe it was exhaustion softening the edges of both of you.
or maybe it was just michael.
his expression stayed gentle and attentive beneath you, thumb still brushing slow absentminded circles into your skin as if he couldn’t help himself. he belonged at your feet just as much as you belonged in his bed.
"is it okay if i taste you baby?" he barely even whispered, like he was afraid of being to loud with you.
you didn't even have to think before your free knee dropped softly onto the bed, opening yourself up to him. "uh huh," you nodded your head, adjusting your weight on your propped elbows.
he moved his head off of your knee, starting to work his way up your legs. his mouth softened against the smooth skin of your inner thighs with kisses. he let his hands slide over the plush warmth of your thighs slowly, almost distracted by the feeling of how thick they were. he loved the fact that you were all soft skin and heat.
as you saw the trail left by his wet kisses glisten against your skin, warmth bloomed low in your stomach.
the thong you wore was made of thin material. you couldn't stand how panty lines looked.
michael took the pad of his finger and felt you through your underwear, leaving another soft kiss right in the tender crook of where your hip met your pelvis. the sound you let out was soft and so pretty.
you felt yourself throb involuntarily, knowing that the material covering your pussy was dampening.
"you're gorgeous," michael breathed out, looking up at you while pressing on the wet spot that was growing.
the sound of his voice complimenting you was enough to elicit the tiniest moan out of you, your hips adjusting so you could push up against his touch. michael watched as you grabbed onto the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly to rest up on your body.
your thong was lace and oh so tiny, just enough to cover your lips. "these are so pretty," michael smiled at you almost shyly as he ran his thumb over the detailing, "i love 'em."
when he pulled them down your body, he made sure to careful, especially when bringing them down your feet. he'd do anything to make sure you didn't have to do any extra work.
you couldn't help but tell him how good he looked as he settled back between your legs, his large hands hooking underneath your thighs and holding onto your hips for stability. he kept his warm tongue flat as he licked upwards against you before giving your sensitive center an opened mouth kiss. he continued to makeout with your slick folds, the feeling of your wetness and his own spit making him feel lost within himself.
he needed more.
as gently as he could, he tugged down on your hips, pulling you down onto his face, nudging his nose against your swollen clit.
you cranned your neck down to look at him before lulling it over to the side, your mouth slacked open slightly. "fuck, baby," you couldn't help but groan out.
michael pulled back for one second, looking at you as a thin line of saliva fell from his bottom lip onto your glistening pussy. "hey, hey," he said quickly, unhooking one of his arms so that his hand can travel up your body. "open f'me mama," his voice melting into a near whisper towards the end of his sentence.
you picked your head up so you could look down at him again, opening your mouth like he had asked you to. two of his fingers softly tugged on the plump of your bottom lip before you swirled your tongue around them slowly, sucking on them a little bit so that they were coated with your own self.
he mumbled a barely coherent good girl, while bringing his hand back down to your core. he pressed a couple of wet and noisy kisses to your clit, smiling against it whenever you made a sound that he liked. his two saliva coated fingers then pushed into your tight hole devastatingly slow, the feeling of resistance making you whine.
"shh, shh, baby," michael cooed over your pussy, "i know." his free hand grabbed around aimlessly until he found yours, intertwining your fingers to let you know that he got you.
michael's fingers curled up inside of you in the perfect way he knew you liked as his head moved up and down, tongue lapping in a consistent pattern.
your hips rolled against his face, craving friction as you were desperate to reach the climax that awaited you.
"don't stop, michael, baby-" fuck, you were close.
"c'mon, love," his voice sounded muffled against you. he watched your back arch up prettily, hardened nipples poking through the silk of your dress. "you're doing so, so good."
the sight of you looking so close was almost enough to make him cum himself. he took hold of your hips once more and grinding them against the tongue that was feverishly lapping at you.
you moaned out his name with your eyes fluttering close as you came onto his mouth, a thankful hum leaving his throat as he drank you up. "that's it beautiful, let it go."
michael kissed your sensitive center one more time before pulling his face away from you, keeping it incredibly soft. almost a ghost of a kiss.
your breathing evened out while you watched him wipe his hand down his glossy chin, the smile on his face making you melt instantly.
he moved up towards you, his palm rubbing along the entirety of your lower stomach. he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your mouth with his wet lips before helping you tug your dress back down.
"you got me smilin' like a fool, girl," michael told you softly. you looked over to see that dumb, dopey, handsome smile graced over his face. you reached out and swiped your thumb over his bottom lip, acrylic nail grazing him as you giggled lightly.
“mm, look at you,” you teased softly, thumb still brushing his lip, "all sweet on me.”
michael’s eyes softened with your fingertips resting on his mouth for another second. "i can't help it."
shane going "yeah" all quiet, nodding, eyes hazy. the room is quiet and they're just lit by the soft light of their bedside lamp, ilya hovering over shane with his hands placed firmly on either side of him. ilya murmuring "tell me..." a desperate edge to his voice, please give me more, and shane whimpers, squeezing around ilya's cock. breathes out a, "i feel you there. right here", his hand coming up to touch his abdomen, fingers fluttering right below his navel as he peers up at ilya's face, watches his eyes trail down to look at where shane is touching. and then shane is rubbing, pushing down, whispering, "you're in my fucking guts" and ilya's making a strange whining noise he's barely aware of, eyes rolling a little, nodding feverishly.
Tispy Ilya crawling into bed where his husband Shane is peacefully sleeping away and Ilya really doesn’t want to wake him but he does kind of need to get his hands on him badly a lot. Ilya’s hands up under Shane’s hoodie- he only ever wears them to bed when Ilya isn’t falling asleep with him, shoving his face into shanes neck breathing him in. Shane wakes up a little and is like “Ilya?” All slurred and soft and Ilya is like “sorry sweetheart” and Shane just shakes his head and rolls over and hums and wraps his arms around Ilya sighing happily, “missed you” he mumbles and plants his face right into the curve of Ilya’s neck, rubbing his face against the warm skin over and over. And Ilya is just beaminnnnn cause that’s his baby 🥰
Ok hi Shane and Ilya get in a FIGHT ok like capital letters fight ! Ilya is pissed OFF Shane is grumpy and they both say some things they do not mean. Ilya is going off at Shane and Shane feels attacked because he was just trying to communicate and then Ilya got all pissy and all stupid and petty and they bitch at each other. Ilya snaps a cheap shot back at Shane and then Shane just goes shut off mode. He’s like fine. Walks away, silence. Silent treatment for hours. They don’t eat dinner together- Ilya makes a show of leaving to get McDonalds and Shane passive aggressively makes rice and reheats chicken and Shane spends an hour in the gym while Ilya goes for a run. Ilya uses the guest room bathroom and Shane goes up to bed before it even hits 8pm, early even for him.
Shane is in bed and he’s 😠 and he’s laying there reading his book with a frown and his jaw grit and it goes 9, then 10 and then Shane is shutting off the light and pulling up the covers and closing his eyes. He feels nowhere close to sleep even- running in his head over and over and over their fight and maybe he over reacted and he’s not even sure he’s that made anymore but he’d hated Ilyas reaction and now he’s pissed off because whatever he hates that he’s thinking about the classic things he’s always heard of never go to bed angry and there they are and Shane is going to bed angry and he doesn’t even know if Ilya is coming to bed and he’s getting that horrible anxious curling in his chest- and then the bedroom door clicks open. Ilya is quiet when he sees it’s dark inside. Shane lies there and listens to Ilya shuffle around in the dark getting ready for bed and his chest aches and he’s happy Ilya’s coming to bed and upset they haven’t spoken and his mind is a little storm storm storm.
Then Ilyas pulling back the covers and sliding into bed and Shane can feel the heat of him behind him and he doesn’t want Ilya to touch him and he desperately wants to fall asleep in Ilyas arms and he had a headache and he fucking hates fighting with Ilya and he’s anxious and wants to talk to Ilya about the anxiety and then, Ilya’s hand is on his side, a tiny gentle brush, hand curling around his hip. And Ilya is whispering “Shane” and Shane’s eyes sting a little and he just lets out a little hum in reply and then Ilya says. “Goodnight kiss?” And Shane’s eyes really sting because Ilya always asks for a goodnight kiss and he wants that too, even if he’s mad- was mad- if they don’t have it all perfect he wants to give Ilya his goodnight kiss, to know he loves him at the end of the day. Of every day even the bad ones.
Shane rolls over and little frown and eyes on ilya and he grumbles “ok. But I’m still mad” and Ilya nods and presses their foreheads together and whispers back “me too” and nudges their noses together. Then Shane kisses him, a soft warm brush of lips. His goodnight kiss. Shane breaks the kiss and pushes his face into Ilya cheek and sighs. “Fight again tomorrow?” Ilya asks, voice soft and small and his hand finding Shane’s, fingers tangling together. And Shane nods, kisses under Ilya’s eye and they fall asleep like that, wrapped together close.
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