MJ Imagines(+18)BASED OFF REQUESTS!

The Tempter(Mature era)(18+)

(Y/n's POV)

"Now listen. In this studio there's a huge pop star in there. Try to keep your fan-girling to yourself as if you aren't embarrassing enough already with your tits busting out of your shirt" my boss said. Today would be the day that I would finally get to meet my Idol and crush. I'm supposed to be his new makeup artist, but I need to know what I'm dealing with so in order to see that my boss brung me along with him to this studio.

My heart was racing as I held my notebook close to my chest, making sure to cover up my plump cleavage. My boss degraded me enough to fuel my insecurities but I was used to it.

I gently pushed my glasses up my nose to make sure that they were secured and on my face. My boss looked at me and his male assistant who was actually my stuck up brother.

"You guys ready?" He asked.

"You should be asking her that" My brother sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes. My boss then proceeded to open the door, revealing none other than the King Of Pop. There were some people talking on the couch but everyone's attention turned to us. Shortly, they went back to their business but Michael kept eyeing me down through his brown shaded sunglasses.

I could feel myself dripping through my panties. I was trying so hard to escape his gaze but like always my boss called him over. Then my brother leaned over in my ear.

"Those horny thoughts fucking you up yet?" He whispered. I scoffed.

"Suck my dick Richie" I spat out.

"I didn't know you had one" he lightly chuckled and departed from me. My attention finally met with Michael and my boss.

"Michael I'd like you to meet my assistant and your new makeup stylist..Y/n Lavon and Richie Lavon!" He said in somewhat of a disappointed tone. I forced a light smile.

"I...it's nice to meet you..Mr. Jackson" I said shakily. His gaze was so deep it felt like he could read my thoughts. He gently reached for my hand and softly kissed it while still looking deep in my eyes. His lips were so soft and warm when they touched the top of my hand.

"Pleasures all mine.." He said with low bass in his voice. I almost felt my knees buckle but I held it together.

"Well Michael, I'll leave you two to talk I'm gonna go talk to the others and catch up" He said. Michael only gave him a side eye until he left us completely alone. He lowered my hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. He looked down at it and hummed.

"You have very soft hands, has anyone ever told you that?" He asked. I lightly shook my head.

"No? That's a damn shame.." he said looking back into my eyes, but this time it's like he could sense that something was wrong with me because he began to furrow his eyebrows.

"Is something wrong? I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, if so I'll leave" He said as he began to walk away. I quickly grabbed his arm.

"No no, you're just fine. I'm just nervous. I'm already embarrassing enough as it is.." I said, holding my head down in shame. He stepped closer to me and raised my chin with his finger.

"Who told you that you were embarrassing?" I tried my best to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes but I failed so I just looked down.

"My boss...and practically my whole family including my brother who's chatting with that one guy by the instruments" I said, lightly pointing at them. Michael looked back at him then back at me.

"Hm. Well I don't think you're embarrassing. You're very beautiful I must say and I'm glad that I'll be working with you" He said with a charming smile. I blushed hard as ever.