Ｒｅｈｅａｒｓａｌ ✧
Author’s Note ✨
𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. inspired by threatened, absolutely love that song. ✮
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.7𝐤 🤍
𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 black 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✮
𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺🏆
18+ mdi
the invincible album was Micheal’s opportunity to create something different, unique without any interference of the publics disdain. this was completely him. raw, natural and pure.
you had become a star in many music videos with him before, something that you were known for was being Micheal’s muse. multiple songs were written for you detailed with passion and love. as always it was only right if you made an appearance in the visual.
the room was dimly lit ajoined with dancers, producers, and photographers with their eyes on you. every single move. this was your first video in a year and you wanted every single step to count.
Micheal stood along his sister Janet with a small digital camera in his hand, his enticing curls tucked into a messy ponytail. he started to speak “now sweetheart this one is really important, i want you to capture all of the emotions in this song..” he paused shyly stepping a bit closer to you “it’s very sexual, i want your movements to depict that.” you nodded in agreement.
𝟷, 𝟸, 𝟷, 𝟸, 𝟷, 𝟸 ✮
your shoulders swayed harshly back and forth following the rhythm as your back arched. you looked down at your chest moving your breast up and down. then shaking your hips to follow the same pace.
“okay that’s great. i like that.. stop the music please.” Micheal spoke out. you looked up slightly catching your breath, he started “i want to play some different instrumentals that way you have a variety of sound.. it’ll help that way you can change up the movements more fluidity or sharpness. come up with whatever you like my love. this is yours.. make it yours.”
scream by the siblings in front of you started to play out, you noticed he was testing you, admiring your creativity and you had all intentions of passing this test.
your shoulders bounced, harder this time as you started skipping almost, spinning around no longer facing the Jackson’s your hips moved up and down snapping to the rhythm. you heard whistles and cheers yet continued arching your waist deeply and turning your head around to look past your shoulder. “just like that, that’s perfect. now faster.” he called out, recording you with the black digital camera that was specifically used for any clips of you, zooming in immediately to catch your rhythm. Janet admired “she’s doing really great!” with her hands clamped together she smiled with excitement.
“stop pressuring me, make me wanna scream”
you dropped down into a squat, rocking your hips back and forth.
“stop the music.”
no he did not just cut off your damn music when you were this far-
“sweetheart this is perfect, how long do you think you can stay like that? i really want to push you, i know it’s a lot but it’ll be worth it.” he came closer to you his slacks nearly grazing your face.
when did he get so close..
“i want you exactly like that. i wanna see you do this part again, with fire. different sound.”
the music cued and you caught your breath, you absolutely adored the way he talked to you. as if nobody was there, hell you could do anything he wanted you to.
the raunchy beat of 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 ? started to play and you immediately felt shivers down your spine as his hand brushed your shoulder almost pulling you to reality. dance bitch! you started your movements again this time with more agression and your hips followed the bass. “feel that beat…just twerk with it, let it move you” as he stood in front of you his hand reaching towards you tilting your head up making eye contact with you. he tapped his foot to the rhythm moving his shoulders slightly and starting to dance alongside you. thrusting his hips towards you. he nodded once. approval without words.
the audience watched intentionally and so did the cameras following every single movement.
a group of the dancers whispered “should we be watching this.. it’s so..”
“sexual, provocative, and nasty.” one of the girls responded with the biggest smile.
“alright everyone let’s take a break.” Micheal called out. the audience clapped and withered away.
“you know i dislike that song.” you softly laughed, “i know my love im sorry. but it helped, you’re dancing perfectly for me.” you rolled your eyes out at him, turning your head away.
the vocals detailed the emotional break up between you two. the accusations were completely false and despite his understanding that the song was not completely accurate it became a number one charting song. although he cleared up the rumors that the split in your relationship was not due to any infidelity— speculation still persisted.
even though you two were no longer split in a completely healthier relationship, you couldn’t bring yourself to like the song. in fact you almost despised it even.
“sweetheart I’m terribly sorry, please forgive me.” he lead his hand out helping you up from the floor.
he never had intentions to bring back those memories he just wanted to make sure you got this down perfectly. he rubbed both of your shoulders softly massaging them together.
he started to laugh “i think for the next part, i should stand behind you there needs to be close proximity between us.” you blinked out of relaxation starting to comprehend what he was stating. you’d basically be gyrating on your fiancé in front of the audience that was slowly starting to form again. “you’re really serious-“ his lips hovered over your ear “we’re almost there, so close” his hands slid down to your waist gripping you softly. he snaked his hands up and down as if he was afraid of losing you again. you felt his warm girthy bulge press into you slightly, rubbing into your silk pants. jolting your body back into him you kept in your moan.
“let’s take it from the top.”
the movements became more defined as Michael danced with you he realized this choreography was perfection. the concept he created in his head was being accurately displayed through your execution. the way your hips rocked back and forth inviting his smooth steps to follow pursuit. he was chasing your rhythm and he was so confident in this race. as you both wrapped up the closing sequence of the dance you followed pursuit sliding forward on the the floor then crossing your arms together deepening the curvature of your back until you were pressed nearly centimeters away from the ground your curvy hips snapped against the floor emphasizing the bounce of the beat.
the sequence of loud cheers and whistles—snapped you back into reality. micheal rolled over on his back and brought you closer to him — his strength always amazed you. “you’re literal perfection. that’s exactly what i envisioned” he hummed to you softly. you felt your cheeks burn immensely.
“okay everyone thank you all for your patience and support i really appreciate it and we’ll see you all soon!” Micheal acknowledged as the crowd burst into applause a familiar routine that often signified the end of rehearsal. you turned to see your husband standing tall basking in your presence, before you could even speak he grasped your hand. “i think there’s a few things we should go over privately.” his voice sultry and low. as you both approached the hallway trying to keep up with his pace “is that why you ended rehearsal early? we could’ve stayed i don’t understand.” “shh it’s okay, I’ll make you understand.” you entered the limousine it’s dark sanctuary enticing you and your partner.
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 ✮
you waltzed into the foyer practically questioning Micheal’s silence. he was usually so talkative and just as you continued to ponder he finally broke the tension in the air. “you were so amazing i couldn’t even hold myself back at times.. so undeniably beautiful for me.” he spoke out “let me reward you please my love, so perfect. just for me.” you stumbled back a bit, suprised my his pleading words “okay.” he picked you up carrying you to the kitchen placing you gently on the island, never breaking eye contact with your velvety eyes. his lips scanned your neck grazing kisses against your soft skin. his callous hands rubbed against your thighs consuming them as if he’d been holding on to dear life.
heat begins to follow the trail of kisses Michael has polluted on to your skin, his hand slithers from your thighs to your shoulders “you’re incredible.” he murmurs against your aching skin. “baby please..” you called out feeling his hand rubbing your breast finding your hardened nipples as his throbbing length teased you thrusting against your legs. “I’m sorry my love i can’t help it i have to take my time with you.” he groaned insatiably he was definitely hungry for a taste of you.
after such generous attention he removed your thin silk pants to be met with your drooling pussy, beautiful essence leaking from your panties. he placed a delicate kiss upon you hooking his fingers pulling your garment to the side, making room for his wet tongue. he took you in so effortlessly tasting you.
you didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath in, allowing the biggest moan out you harmonized. “that’s right beautiful let me know how good i make you feel.”
he rolled his tongue back taking in the flavor of your sweet patience and warmth. “making me wait all day to taste you.” he whispered into your thighs. “teasing me with your presence.” he worshiped.
you couldn’t help but tangle your hands into his curls it was the biggest habit you had, always making sure not to pull to much to hurt him. you groaned shutting your lids tight, overstimulated with his words.
“fuck just like that, don’t stop.” your hips bucked towards his tongue that darted into your lips as he placed his fingers in between them spreading you a part. Micheal took his time appreciating you, showing his affection was persistent and genuine.
the pressure, the tension rapidly increased, every second pulling you in closer. his fingers grazing against your skin ignited a rush of emotion beneath the surface. you loved every second of his presence underneath you.
“I’m not done with you beautiful, I need you to feel how proud I am.” his words lingered, replaying over and your head.
he was just getting started.
