Michael Jackson Imagines

In The Closet *Part 3*

Y/n's POV

Today was the day of filming for Michael's new song In The Closet. I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't very thrilled Michael chose me to be the leading lady. Since I had never been in front of a camera recording for a video that was gonna be viewed by the entire world, all while doing raunchy things nonetheless too, I tried convincing him to use someone who had this sort of experience. But Michael being Michael stuck with lil ol' me and eventually I warmed up to it too. So much so that I had my own idea in mind.

I was gonna make a rule that unless a camera is filming us for the video, he would not be allowed to touch me at all. When I first told him this, I had never seen him more opposed to anything in his life. He kept denying it over and over until I finally won his approval, but more like disdained agreement, when I mentioned he can do whatever he pleases after the shooting was all over. And just to tease him that much more, the day of my outfit for the video had arrived to the house and instead of putting it on at the site, I put it on then and there. The entire limo ride, though I was purposefully sitting farther away from him than usual, I could still feel his hot glare travelling across my body.

Once we arrived on site, everyone was busy setting up for the video when Michael in just his white undershirt and black pants walked over to where I was.

"Uh uh uh." I held my hand out in a stop position. Displeased, he stopped where he was.

"Baby this is too much for me, I can't not be able to touch you for that long. I should've already fucked you in that before we even left the house."

"Nope, rules are rules. You still can touch me and all, it just can't be when the camera isn't on. Besides, with all this extra tension, it'll make your performance look that much more natural on screen." I take a sip of my drink.

"It's still too much, it's unnatural to go this long without some form of physical contact with an angel like you."

Ahh, so he's trying to go for flattery I see. I put my drink down and stand up from my chair. "Don't worry baby. I figured this may be a problem for you, so I got the staff involved in enforcing this rule too."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "You did what?!"

I giggled. "It's alright baby. With everybody's help, you'll get through this just fine." And with that, I walked over to my position.

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As expected, my plan was working perfectly. Even the camera people on set had a little fun with Michael by pretending they forgot something important and turning off the camera to go get it while Michael had to suffer even longer from not touching me. Surprisingly, even though I had never done this before and would normally be a nervous wreck, knowing that every movement of mine was another way to tease Michael gave me so much confidence. The heat of the location as well as the heat deep within my own body just added fuel to the fire. The shoot that was originally planned for a week was almost over just a few hours later.

Even during my solo shots, out of the corner of my eye I could see Michael eying me hungrily with lust. And me being drunk with the power this outfit gave me over him put on that much more of a show. When both of us were in the shot together, his hands never stayed by his side, almost as if there were magnets gluing them to my body.

As the shoot drew to a close and everyone was busy packing up, I felt Michael's presence behind me so close yet so far away. My heart quickened with how close he was and my body yearned for his touch. But he didn't give it to me as if it's my turn now to be teased. He leaned down to my ear and whispered so no one else could hear.

"When we get back to the house kitten, you're fucked."

Hehehe 😈