Our story. Michael Jackson Ń
Reader. Part 2: Let's Dance
This is a collection of imagines connected by the same character and storyline. The first part (meeting) is already available.
Here you'll find the complete list of Michael imagines. There are only two so far (including this one), but the collection will continue to grow.
Summary: You were offered a role in Michael Jackson's Blood on the Dance Floor music video, and you acceptedâit was a great opportunity to get your name out there. What you weren't prepared for, however, was Michael' flirtatious nature, and now you feel like you're about to explode at any moment. (You keep thinking about his other music videos and thanking God this isn't In the Closet.)
Warnings: Reader is an actress, flirting, sexual tension, second meeting, reader teasing Michael, mutual attraction, chemistry, age gap, teasing, lingering eye contact, stolen touches, Michael is smitten, reader trying to stay professional, professionalism hanging by a thread, they're trying so hard, co-stars, Disney conversations, Michael calls reader "princess," and other pet names.
Your career was on the rise. You had already landed major rolesâin Disney productions, romantic comedies, and even action movies. But now you had a chance to take your career to the next level, and in the most effective way possible.
Appearing in music videos was the fastest way to gain even more recognition. When your manager called and told you about the opportunity to star in one of Michael Jackson's music videos, you hesitated at first.
For one thing, you were incredibly embarrassed. Judging by what you'd seen (and you had seen In the Closet and several other rather... interesting videos)...
The situation became even worse when you looked up the lyrics to the song that you were offered.
"Oh Lord..." you thought, holding your headphones against your ears.
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
"Gurl... guuurl..." You buried your face in your hands and collapsed onto your friend's shoulder.
Casey was an actress too, and the two of you had known each other since childhood. You'd decided to spend the weekend together to relax after filming. Right now, you were sitting side by side on the bed, eating ice cream.
"What?" the redhead asked, laughing. She playfully punched your shoulder. "Come on, Y/N. Stop being so shy. You're a grown woman already."
"I'm not shy!" you exclaimed, feeling personally attacked. You stretched out your legs to change positions and settled more comfortably against the pink pillows. "You know perfectly well that I'm completely comfortable around men, even older ones. But him..."
"So you've already met him?" Casey asked with a crooked smile.
Memories of your first meeting immediately came rushing back. You had crossed paths at an awards ceremony back then, and a lot had changed since. You had become even more famous, and he...
"I heard he's divorced, girl," Casey said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Who knows? Maybe you'll charm him and end up becoming his new girlfriend. If the two of you are dancing togetherâand there has to be dancing in this videoâhe doesn't stand a chance!"
Casey clapped her hands excitedly and scooted closer to you.
You caught yourself instinctively trying to put some distance between the two of you and shifted farther away. Suddenly, you felt much more guarded and weren't exactly eager to share her enthusiasm.
"What makes you think that?" you asked calmly, though your eyes darted around the room. A blush had already begun creeping onto your cheeks.
"Well, because you're an amazing dancer, and you know how to be seductive," Casey said.
You immediately tossed one of the small pillows at her, but she easily swatted it away.
"Come on, Y/N. You'll totally pull it off!"
"That's not my goal!" you reminded her with a heavy sigh. "I just want the role, even if it's with Michael. I honestly don't care who I'll have to work with..." You rolled your eyes.
"Oh, I think you're very intrigued," Casey cut you off, practically squealing.
You pulled a funny face and absentmindedly started munching on your chips.
"Maybe I'm not even his type," you muttered with a frown.
Casey walked over and wrapped her arms around you.
"I think you very much are. We'll see, girl."
As you made your way across the set, you looked around uncertainly. A bag hung from your shoulder, and you were still wearing your regular clothesâthey'd change you into costume soon enough.
Eventually, you spotted what looked like the music video's director.
"Oh, Y/N! We've been waiting for you. Great, you're here. Go ahead to the dressing roomâthey'll get you ready for filming. Michael's already here too," he said.
The moment you heard those words, a shiver ran down your spine.
You forced a smile, though your eyes betrayed your fear.
You had no idea what you were going to say. No idea how you were supposed to act. No idea how you were even going to...
Michael's voice came from somewhere nearby, and you recognized it immediately.
You turned toward the maze of cameras and equipment and saw your new co-star.
"Hi," you replied awkwardly, giving him a small wave.
The two of you acted as though you already knew each other, even though you'd only met once before. But Michael looked genuinely happy to see you and even seemed to be making an effort to make you feel comfortable.
He immediately walked over and showed you where the dressing room was.
You thanked him, noticing how pleasant his presence felt beside you. He was only a few centimeters taller than youâyou were fairly tall yourself, around 170 centimetersâbut he radiated a masculine warmth that was impossible not to notice.
So when Michael walked up to you and started talking, you found yourself slightly flustered, allowing your body to melt into his magnetic aura for just a moment.
"Hang in there, Y/N. Soon enough you'll get all the time in the world to enjoy his presence", you thought sarcastically, already worrying about what was waiting for you.
But there was no backing out now.
You had already accepted the offer. You had already shown up. Which meant you had to try.
And even if it didn't work out... it wasn't the end of the world.
Michael seemed genuinely kind. If anything happened he'd help you.
In the dressing room, they changed you into a red outfit that matched Michael's.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, captivated by the top, the sheer fitted blouse, and the skirt that flirtatiously revealed one of your legs. You liked the way you looked.
And seeing yourself like this gave you a little more confidence.
The makeup artists put the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. Your long hair was now softly curled and pinned back on both sides with sparkling accessories.
They brushed red eyeshadow over your eyelids while leaving your lips slightly pale, giving your face an elegant, almost mesmerizing look.
You stepped out of the dressing room, carefully making your way through all the equipment. A soft smile rested on your lips as you approached the director, silently letting him know you were ready.
He asked you to take your place on set.
The moment Michael saw you, his gaze lingered on you a little longer than before.
You walked over to him, quietly taking your place at his side. Your hands were clasped together in front of you, and a faint smile curved your lips.
"That looks incredibly good on you," he said. The words sounded so natural, as though he simply couldn't help saying them.
You smiled at him, and your shoulders relaxed.
But now that he was standing beside you again, you became acutely aware of his presence.
Slowly lifting your gaze, you looked at his shoulders... then his collarbones... and finally his face. There was nothing subtle about the way you looked at him.
Or about the way your breathing faltered.
But you held yourself together.
Maybe you were simply too nervous.
The director told everyone they would begin with the scene where your characters first met and asked the crew to adjust the lighting.
Michael suddenly leaned closer to you.
"Now I'm starting to think no one's going to be looking at me," he whispered.
His breath brushed against your ear.
He lingered near your neck for another couple of seconds, and a wave of warmth spread through your entire body.
He was definitely flirting.
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and you glanced at him.
You felt a spark pass between the two of you. And he seemed to feel it as well. For a moment, neither of you looked away.
You had never seen eyes warmer or deeper than his. He could hide them behind sunglasses all he wanted, but they were pure Bambi eyes.
You felt your cheeks and chin growing warm again, and you quickly lowered your gaze.
But somehow you had the feeling he'd noticed your blush. (If only you knew that he had. He'd noticed every bit of itâand thought it was the sweetest, most genuine thing he'd ever seen.)
You had never been good at hiding your emotions.
The cameras finally started rolling.
Besides you and Michael, the backup dancers were also on set. But all the attention was on the two of you.
Filming was hard. Especially during the scenes where you had to dance on top of the table while Michael stood below you. His angle left very little to the imagination, and you couldn't help feeling flustered. Then you remembered Casey's words.
"If the two of you are dancing togetherâand there has to be dancing in this videoâhe doesn't stand a chance!"
Your confidence as a dancer slowly returned.
You tried not to think about the fact that Michael was standing right beneath you.
You couldn't not think about it. But you tried to focus on something else. You were playing a role. Your job was to seduce. Your job was to do it convincingly. That thought gave you confidence.
You spun gracefully across the tabletop, your high heels clicking against the wood. Your skirt fluttered through the air.
Every now and then you caught Michael looking at you. But instead of looking away, you held his gaze.
Michael touched your leg, and even though it confused all your thoughts, you tried to think about the role.
His soft touches and the way he looked at you so attentively didnât allow you not to be with him. Not to interact with him. You automatically kept turning to him more and more, touching him. Like a rabbit, you climbed onto his shoulders, only to then pull away again, and then be pulled back to him again by the waist. You ended up with a very passionate and eventful dance.
Michael looked and moved very attractive. You could barely look at him and restrain yourself from touching him longer. From not staying in his embrace. You felt that in that moment you were the luckiest woman in the world.
But at the same time, Michael behaved as if you were the one seducing him. The way he looked at you while lip-syncing made you wonder whether it could be true.
âBut maybe Michael was just as attentive with any partner,â you thought, remembering Naomi Campbell. Oh God, how did that girl not fall in love with him after their music video? You were already getting jealous!
When the filming ended, you felt Michaelâs already ghost-like touchesâon your shoulders, on your hips, and on your legs.
Now when the director said âcut,â Michael was still holding your waist, but you deliberately pulled away from him so you could breathe fully and bend over.
When you moved away from him, you would have sworn that Michael felt something was missing. His eyes blinked, as if trying to hide emotions.
But then, seeing how you were breathing slightly heavily (after all, you got the most active part here), he asked with care:
His soft voice warmed your ears again. Michael placed a hand on your shoulder and slightly smirked at how you bent over. Almost like a child.
You werenât trying to act feminine. And because of that, you looked even more charming (to him). And your flushed cheeks and neck made him want to touch you again. Only slowly, longer. Where it was just the two of you.
You straightened up and placed your hands on your waist, taking another deep breath.
âYes! It was⊠harder than jumping on stage,â you said, carefully choosing your words and settling on random nonsense.
The truth was that inside you were literally bursting with emotions. It was too much for you. You felt excited. And it wasnât something you could just turn off.
Michael laughed and you walked together to the dressing room.
âWas it harder than your Disney musicals?â Michael asked.
His black eyes glancing sideways at you. You walked next to him, so close, but he could no longer run his hands over your body. The one that still looked so seductive.
His words made you turn around in surprise.
âOh my Gosh! You know about my Disney musicals?â you asked, smiling widely and looking at him with disbelief and at the same time hope.
He laughed again, a modest smile appearing on his face. At the same time his black eyes sparkled.
âI saw them,â he said. âI watched them. And I actually liked them very much.â
At that moment you couldnât handle how adorable Michael was. He kind of seemed to be confessing to you that he liked your work.
âI love Disney,â you said, and your eyes sincerely lifted upward, as if from inner delight.
âYeah, me too!â Michael said.
âThen youâre not such a boring adult like all those other old celebrities,â you said playfully, poking him in the chest.
You knew it would trigger a wave of indignation in him, but you were playing on purpose. And your words were harmless.
âSo you think Iâm old?â he asked indignantly and dramatically crossed his arms over his chest.
âWellâŠâ your mind was complete chaos, all you could think about was how delightful he was, and how much you liked him. Your heart was already fluttering in your chest. It was too much. You couldnât think straight, so you said whatever came to mind. âFor your age you dance well and understand cartoons, soâŠâ
He playfully pulled you against the wall, pressing you by the waist. He leaned back slightly, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You were no longer laughing.
You expected what he would do next.
âYou know, youâve always been like a princess. So elegant, so beautiful. I think they should give you the role of Rapunzel or Sleeping BeautyâŠâ Michael said.
For a moment it seemed to you that he got lost in your light eyes.
The situation left no way back. You felt wild tension between you. Michael was so close. You could see itâhe was already so open. There was no chance he wasnât trying to tell you something. The move was yours.
You just dissolved into the moment. You didnât want to ruin it.
You wanted more. You wanted him to desire you.
Seeing this man desire you was worth a lot. Your breathing almost broke when you imagined that he could become yours.
But first. He had to get to know you.
So maintaining eye contact with him, you leaned against the wall and pulled away from him. Passing by, you touched his hand, and that was the last thing he would get from you today.
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