Pairing: Michael Jackson x Tatiana Thumbtzen
Status: requested by @cinnamoncunt
Summary: AU where Michael and Tatiana are already secretly dating behind closed doors, but her feelings for him accidentally leak onto the stage on that night when she kisses him. After the concert, when the team backstage gets hostile with her, Michael steps in to defend her.
Tags: 18+(MDNI), light hurt/comfort, light angst to fluff to smut, softdom!Michael, sub!Tatiana, kissing, thigh-riding, non-penetrative sex, car sex
wc: 3.65K (ya girl got a lil carried away (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Author's Note: Good news @cinnamoncunt , I finally finished your request. ₍₍⚞(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)⚟⁾⁾
Sorry it took so long. (╥﹏╥)
Tatiana x Michael is kind of underrated, I think they would have been cute together if it weren't for what happened.
Also yes, the title was inspired by Bey!
Oh! And this is written in present tense because I'm trying something new. I'm too used to writing in past tense.
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Tatiana's legs feel like jelly, they wobble pathetically as she scurries off to the backstage area, the door slamming behind her. Stirring in her gut so fast it makes her nauseous, is anxiety mixed with giddiness. Her hands cover her mouth, fingers cold against her own flushed lips, as she tries not to laugh. Or scream. She doesn't know which, but she'd rather not do either of those.
What was that? What in the world was that? She shouts mentally. One second she and Michael were about to hug and she was supposed to kiss his cheek, per-usual, and the next thing she knew, she had surged forward and kissed him right on the lips! She'd felt how he'd flinched for a second, but he played it off then by turning away fast.
The frantic rhythm of her bangles and her boots both chime and clatter to a sudden, swallowed stop when she takes in the expressions of the stagehands. Some look tense, some look worried, and unfortunately for her, some of them look almost disgusted.
That's when her heart stutters in her chest, before it quickly starts to sink the moment Miko Brando approaches her. She realizes then, with full weight, that she made a bigger mistake than she thought. Subconsciously, she steps back a bit, eyes already burning.
What was she thinking?! Kissing Michael like that in front of everyone when they don't know what they have in private? After they both tried so hard to keep it a secret? This isn't going to end well.
It feels like chaos erupts when the shouting and the murmurs start. "What the hell was that?" Miko demands, face flushing with an anger so hot and palpable that it makes Tatiana sweat.
"I-I just─" Tatiana tries, but it's futile when Miko immediately speaks over her.
"You weren't supposed to kiss him! That was the rule, why would you─" words fail him for a second, "─why would you take advantage of him like that?"
The word hits Tatiana like someone just pelted a stone at her chest, her veins going icy as she instinctively opens her mouth, desperately to defend herself, but finds she can't say anything. She doesn't know how to respond to that accusation, as if Miko thinks her to be some sort of predatory presence, purposely lurking until she finds the right moment to strike once she has Michael in her clutches.
It should be an absurd thing she can easily refute because she's been nothing but respectful(in public), but she can't do that without also revealing to them that she and Michael were...
"Hey, what's goin' on here?" A breathy, gentle, yet firm voice interrupts, and everyone knows who it is. Miko hesitates when he sees Michael enter, stepping in front of Tatiana slightly, almost protectively. "Why're you yellin' at 'er like that?"
"Michael, I'm handling this, I'll have her escorted out─" Miko begins.
"No." Michael shuts him down, stern, but no less soft in voice. As always, because he didn't need to raise his voice to make a point. "Tatiana isn't going anywhere." The room goes so silent that nothing but everyone's own breathing is heard, tuffs of air that are either coming slow or fast.
Tatiana blinks back a small coating of tears forming on her lower lash line, looking down with sudden self-consciousness. Her hands cross over her chest.
"But Michael, she just... that was..." Miko struggles, clearly not expecting Michael's firm pushback, "...that was unprofessional.
"I know what she did, Miko." Michael says, tone unshakably calm. "But I'm gonna let it slide this time, okay? It was an accident."
"You can't be serious, Mike─" Miko thinks Michael must be trying to play mediator. That Mike is just being too nice, not knowing what's good for him.
Michael raises a hand, drawing faint gasps out of the others in the room. "Miko."
"With all due respect. I know you have my best interest in mind, but I make the decisions here. Not the other way around, okay?" He poses it like a question, but it's really not.
Miko says something in response, but Tatiana is already checking out, her world blurring and narrowing until it focuses on the one person before her─ that being Michael. She's watching his back as he speaks, with an expression that can only described as one of devoted awe, her eyes wide, lips parted just so, cheeks dusted a light pink.
She forgets the tears cooling on her cheeks, just looking, and looking, until the voices finally fade, the room begins to clear out, and Michael is turning toward her. Miko is gone, she notes absently.
Her wide brown eyes meet his own, something passing in them as he gives her a nod of loaded understanding. As he can't say anything else, not here where the stagehands can still hear. The signal reaches her mind and she nods back, turning away slightly, now heading to where the exit is. She swears she feels his thumb graze the hem of her dress when she walks past, but she keeps her gaze ahead of her.
" 'm sorry 'bout what happened back there, baby." Michael murmurs into the crown of her head, pressing a delicate kiss there that makes something underneath her skin tingle. They're sitting together in the limo, with her leaning on him, head tucked under his chin. The partition is already up.
"No, it's fine," Tatiana sighs, "They don't know. I shouldn't have done that, now they're gonna wonder."
"They won't say anything, I'll make sure of that," he reassures her, pressing another kiss to her damp curls before cursing quietly to himself. "Honestly, it'd be easier if I told 'em we were together so Miko didn't have to go get worked up over a kiss." The memory seems to displease him further, and he adds,"...Still, he had no right to yell at you like that."
"You'll tell them?" Tatiana asks, she pulls back to look at him. He pauses, then he replies. "I could. If you want me to, I will."
Tatiana settles back against him, sighing again to herself. She isn't sure she wants him to tell anyone yet, especially after just now. "... I'll think about it." She eventually mutters. Then, another thought strikes her, and she goes stiff against the noiret.
The memory plays in her mind again like a movie reel: the moment when he stepped in front of her, his firmly-muscled back─still visible, even through his jacket─facing her as he calmly put Miko in his place, voice stern and authoritative in a way that now made her thighs twitch together. Tatiana can't control her face, she's smiling before she can stop herself.
Michael senses her sudden stillness and pull back to get a good look at her. He has no luck, because the brunette is already turning away, trying to school her expression into a blank one.
"Tati?" He calls, reaching for her, but she lightly pushes his hand back without looking, which makes his brows lift. "Tati─ hey, look at me." He finally grasps her chin, slowly turning her face until it's inches from his own. She's fighting back another smile, which makes him raise a brow. "Why you smilin'?" He teases, mirroring her expression.
She moves out of his hold and ducks her head with an embarrassingly high giggle, "No! If I tell you, you'll think I'm ridiculous."
"No, I won't," Michael chuckles, but he's trying to let her see he's sincere. "I promise, ma'."
"I was thinking... you know, back there when you came in to defend me 'n all," she's stalling a bit, waiting for him to respond before she can continue voicing her thought.
"Uh huh," he, unfortunately, nods for her to keep going.
"That...you, uh, looked attractive, like that." Her voice is faint, almost ashamed because she can't look him in the eyes as she says it. She risks a glance, only to find that he's staring back with a look of curiosity.
"Attractive how?" He questions, as if puzzled. She forgets that Michael is, at times, oblivious to his own magnetism. And that's even worse, now she has to explain herself.
"Uh, in the sense that... You know, when you're all stern like that, I think it's... hot." She tries to say it the simplest way she can so that she doesn't have to explain further.
Michael seems to get it then, but instead of indicating that, a slow, infuriatingly sexy smirk tugs at his lips and he asks, " 'Ion get it." He flat out lies.
"Michael!" Tatiana protests, lightly hitting his chest. It makes him laugh outright, in a way that makes her get immediate, nauseating butterflies.
She pauses, but instead of speaking, his lips are on hers, surprising her.
She quickly sags against him with the faintest moan, his lips soft and full against hers. He tilts his head to deepen their kiss, wetting her bottom lip with his tongue.
When he pulls back, both of them already panting slightly, he mutters, "... Y'like it when 'm strict, huh?" His lips tug up again, "Guess I gotta be strict more often then."
"You could be strict now," she blurts out. "Oh!" Her hand flies to her mouth when she realizes she said that out loud, and she wishes the Earth would open up and swallow her whole.
"Yeah, 𝘰𝘩," Michael mocks in a syrupy tone, though he's clearly pleased. "Mmm," he hums, voice lowering to that sexy purr that makes her weak in the knees, "I like th’way you're talkin' to me, ma'." His hand finds its way onto her stocking-coated thigh, gently palming at the covered flesh there. She shivers when his head lowers against her neck, making her lean back against the seat, even as he pulls her closer.
"Y-you do?" The brunette dares to ask, but not without a nervous stutter of her heart. And she's always nervous when Michael starts doing things like this. The teasing, the voice, the touching...
It always makes her feel like she'll burst into flames from how hot it makes her blood run. Her dress suddenly feels too tight, too restrictive around her chest and her thighs.
"I 𝘥𝘰," Michael affirms, leaving wet kisses on her warm, perfumed skin. "Tell me more... Tell me 'bout 𝘢𝘭𝘭 the dirty little things on your mind," he drawls, his hands dip under the hem of her tight dress, fingers digging in possessively.
She feels herself clench down there, her thighs drawing together quickly at the deep rumble of his voice against her ear. An abrupt, harsh squeeze of her thigh causes her breath to catch sharply. "I said 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦." He demands. His tone makes her clench down around nothing again. God, the slight 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 in those words─
"Uhh─ well, I─" she tries so hard to say something, but she doesn't know where to start. It doesn't help that he's still kissing and nipping at her neck, hands still rubbing and palming at her nylons.
"Can't hear you," Michael murmurs, clearly so smug about his effect on her, 'cause knows she can't focus like this. "Speak up."
"Sometimes, when, you know, you're on stage, singing the other songs..."
"Mhm." Another light squeeze.
"I can't..I can't stop watching you when you dance, and how you─...uh─" She trails off, but when Michael squeezes her again, she flinches and keeps going. "...how you move your hips, when you're thrusting them and rolling them— "
"Uh huh, and what do you think when you see me doin' that?" Michael probes, the wicked glint of curiosity in his deceptively innocent eyes makes her hips twitch forward into his touch.
"... I think about you... doing me like that." She can barely bring herself to be crude.
"Doing what?" Michael prompted.
"Please don't make me use that word─ you know I don't like cussing─"
"Say it or I'll stop touching you." His hand paused on her thigh. He lets that threat hang in the air between them, which was filled with her anxious, heavy breaths and his steadier ones.
"I think about you... 𝘧-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 me, like that."
She cringes internally after what she just uttered. But judging by the way his jaw clenches, her words affected him. So maybe it was worth it. "Mhm... keep goin.” He pushes.
Tatiana swallows nervously, looking to the ceiling briefly for help. But she knew she couldn't escape this. "Well... sometimes, when, you know, we're sitting together... I think about... I…” she struggles to get the thought out. It's so embarrassing it makes her want to cry. “Ohh...! I don't know how to say it, I'm sorry."
Her whiney tone makes him chuckle, warmth briefly breaking the tension in the limo."You can do it, ma'. Don't be scared." He coos encouragingly, still rubbing her thigh.
She shakes her head. "No, really Mike, I'll feel ridiculous if I say it out loud."
“... What?” That catches her off guard. She expects him to keep… 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, not offer an alternative.
Michael rolls his eyes a little. "You hard of hearin', baby? I said, "𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦." His voice goes firm again.
"Oh…” she tries to take it as a joke. "Ahaha… you're serious?"
Michael gives her the flattest, most serious, half-lidded glare that turns her on more than it should.
And she folds, like a goddamn lawn chair. "Okay." She quietly concedes. "Uhm... Can you make some room?"
She shifts over when he spreads his legs to make room for her on his lap. She hesitantly sits on his right thigh, holding onto his shoulders for balance. He raises a brow, intrigued, while she can barely look him in the eye.
𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, Tatiana thinks, thoroughly embarrassed, but an electric zap of heat crawls under her skin at the feeling of the thick muscle of his thigh meeting the space between hers.
Unintentionally, his knee shifts just right, giving her pleasurable phantom burns right in the clit. Unfortunately, she can feel herself already getting wet. She hopes he can't feel it.
His hands stay put on her hips, but loosely holding onto them, not bothering to help her get into a steady position. He just lays back against the leather of the limo seat and lets her do all the work.
She's the one demonstrating after all.
Maybe if she hadn't opened that mouth of hers to tell him he could be strict right now, maybe she wouldn't be in this position, maybe they could've had their usual night of sweet love-making.
But 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘰, Tatiana had to go and say something dirty.
She tentatively reached back to roll her dress up a bit to make movement easier, before settling fully on his leg. Tatiana takes in a shaky deep breath, bracing herself again on Michael's shoulders. She focuses on the way his chest rises and falls, instead of looking him in the eyes.
She closes her eyes, and slowly, slowly drags herself forward on his thigh.
Then backwards. Then forwards again, pressing her hips down to grind against him. She gasps to herself at the way the light fabric of his pants massage her eager pussy lips ever so slightly. It prompts her to immediately repeat her actions, knowing Michael's eyes are keenly following her every move.
Sweat droplets form on her temple as she moves back and forth on his thigh, biting her lip to keep her needy whimpers at bay.
When another sweet burn of pleasure racks through her quivering pussy, she can hardly bring herself to look up, she doesn't even register the way Michael's goes completely still for a second.
Her face heats with embarrassment when she fully realizes what she's doing, but she can't bring herself to stop. She just keeps dragging herself up and down his thigh. "Ah─ nghhh...oh...," her whimpers escape against her will, her pussy dribbling out more slick that soaks through her panties.
He can probably feel it now. The sticky, warm wetness seeping into his pant leg as she humps him at an agonizingly slow pace. Scared to go too fast, scared to be too rough.
But soon, the continuous stream of torturous, slow burning pleasure coursing through her veins starts to numb her mind. It's melting her thoughts into mush, her vision turning spotty and blurred, her plump lips going slack with bliss. Her sweat-slick curls stick to her forehead. "Ughhh...," she groaned in discomfort and simultaneous want.
She can hear her own pulse in her neck, thumping at an uneven rhythm.
"Sweet mother a' God," Michael whispers, the tightening of his bony fingers on her hips startles her out of her haze. She whips her bowed head up, curls springing around her face wildly, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
Michael's expression is a picture of obsessive attraction, his brows are furrowed in deep concentration, cheeks flushed dark as he watches her freeze on his thigh.
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, a flash of pink that has her hips twitching. "I ain't tell you to stop," the noiret mutters, his voice husky and roughened by lust.
The brunette flinches, skittishly looking down again. " 'm sorry— I just...uhm..," she struggles to speak, so she gives up on her words, instead resuming her humping of Michael's thigh.
She barely gets two grinds in before Michael grabs her by the cheeks with a throaty growl, pulling her forward so that his lips crush hers. She gasps against his lips, and his tongue immediately takes advantage of the opening by slipping inside. He cocks his head to the side, tongue swirling with hers until the kiss turns sloppy.
His hands no longer stay still on her hips, they begin to 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘨 her back and forth on his thigh, applying so much delicious friction to her throbbing clit that her pussy flutters and clenches involuntarily, chasing that feeling as if it were his cock penetrating her.
With the dual-sensation of his tongue in the brunette's mouth, working his magic while he frantically grinds her on his strong thigh like a ragdoll, makes her mewl desperately into his mouth, her own thighs trembling with overwhelm. When the noiret breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects their lips. Her eyes flutter open again, staring into his half-lidded, clouded ones.
They pant against each other's mouths, their breaths loud in the quiet space of the limo, the seat squeaking under Michael's weight as he begins to thrust his thigh forward, the movements catch on her swollen pearl. "Aghh─!" She jolts, fingers digging into the noiret's jacket, gripping on for dear life while he groans at the sight of the brunette humping him like a greedy little thing, like she's never been fucked in her life. He's never thought about this before, but thank God Tatiana confessed what she did tonight. Because now he's already obsessed.
She throws her head back when the pleasure starts becoming almost unbearable for her empty, dripping cunt. He can feel the mess of it on his leg, so wet and so sweet. He can already smell it, already taste it. The sweat of her skin makes her curls stick to her cheek too, and it's a feast from Michael’s eyes. She's just so… pretty, all disheveled like this for him.
"Mmm..!" Muffled moans leave her puffy, reddened lips with no control, they make the noiret’s cock twitch in his pants. He's already so hard, thanks to her. Yet she didn't notice his bulge, too lost in her own pleasure.
Before he can stop himself, he leans in and licks the sweat droplets right off her cheek, not even bothering with the few strands that catch in his mouth. She squirms at the feeling of his long, wet tongue dragging up her slick skin, letting out a surprised yelp. When he tastes the saltiness of her, it makes him throb even harder.
She's so close, she's about to cum just from riding Michael's thigh, humping away like it's her only purpose in life. “Oh my God," she cries out, voice cracking. “Michael," she gasps for air. “Mike─ oh my god𝘰𝘩𝘮𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘥─" she breaks just then, seizing on his thigh. He tugs her forward by the curls for another filthy kiss, swallowing her squeal as she cums in her panties. The slick, translucent liquid sprays out of her pussy so viciously that it makes an even creamier mess of his pants. He can't help but groan throatily against her lips when he feels it.
Tatiana’s still squirming, hands thrashing against his chest, but his hand that is fisted in her curls keeps her in place. She lets out a series of moans that get swallowed up by his relentless kissing, even as she begins to shake from the force of her own orgasm.
When the shaking finally subsides, and he breaks the kiss, and the world finally swims back into focus, that's when the limo finally rolls to a stop. A knock on the door startles the couple. “Just a minute!" Michael yells, still holding her close.
"... Goddamn, ma’.” Michael breathes, grinning at her like he can't believe what just happened. She's already scrambling off of his lap. “Hey─! Where you goin’?" He giggles.
“T-the driver's at the door, Michael!" She stutters, cheeks flushing again for reasons that had nothing to do with arousal as she hurriedly tugs her dress down. He raises a brow. “So?"
“Michael!" She smacks his arm, eliciting a playful “Ow!" From the noiret.
"Mr. Jackson?” The driver knocks again, tentative.
“Yeah! We're comin’." Michael answers, but he's still paying attention to Tatiana. He leans over to whisper in a naughty tone while she's already fidgeting. "...Next time you'll ride somethin’ else.”
"Oh my─!” She gasps, already reaching forward to lightly hit his shoulder again. He dodges it with another annoyingly adorable giggle.
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