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You finally have the house to yourself with your husband. You catch up on some much needed self care.
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Tags: HIStory era, sexual tension, smut, dom/sub undertones, fluff, body image, tiny bit of masochism (and maybe some overstimulation and crying hehe), followed by really sweet aftercare tho
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It's 11am, you and Micheal just got back from dropping Prince off with Kathrine. You thank Bill for driving you as Michael opens your car door, helping you out.
Making your way into the Neverland Mansion, you stop in the foyer, closing your eyes and just listening. Listening to the silence. No children's show tunes playing, no toys booming cartoonish sounds, no baby crying.
You open your eyes and step into the common room. You notice that Michael had the cleaners come while you were out, all the clutter of having a curious, hands on baby now neatly tucked away.
You turn to him and hes already grinning. "I thought the place could use a once over. And no way am I making my beautiful wife do an ounce of work during her rest time." He says. He walks to you, placing his hands on your waist. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, you eagerly returning it.
He starts to pull away and you grab the collar of his shirt, making him stay there. He smiles against your lips, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
When you finally let go and pull back, he hugs you. "Let's go upstairs, yeah?" He asks, you nodding into his chest. He picks you up bridal style with ease, making you giggle and blush. He carries you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed gently and covering you up.
He leans down, kissing your forehead. "Get some rest, my love. I have some things I need to finish up in my office, then I'll be here with you." He says. You frown at him, grabbing the cuff of his shirt. He lets out a sigh, smiling knowingly at you.
"Fine. I'll stay for now. But I have to get the work done by the end of the day, okay?" He warns, crawling over you and snuggling into his place on the bed. You smile, knowing you'd get your way.
You scoot to his side, laying your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped protectively around your back. You place your hand on his chest, closing your eyes. Minutes pass, and for some reason you cant seem to sleep. You open your eyes, peering up at Michael, who's staring at the ceiling, also not sleeping.
You sigh, your hand absentmindedly moving down his torso, now resting on top of his abs. With each breath he takes, you feel them flex and relax.
You slip your hand under his shirt, tracing his abs, your fingers gliding over the hard muscles. He grunts, trying to cover it up with a cough. You giggle to yourself, now rubbing circles into his skin.
"Don't start what you can't finish, mama." He says gruffly, but not containing any real bite. You slip the tips of your fingers under the waistband of his pants, causing him to inhale sharply. You see the bulge in his pants, and you can sense the increasing effort it takes for him to stay put.
"You need your rest, my girl. We can do this after your nap." He says gently, his voice wavering slightly. You take that as a challenge, grabbing his dick through his boxers. He groans, his hand gripping your upper arm.
You smirk, palming his length in the way you know makes him go crazy. You can feel his patience running thin, his hips bucking involuntarily.
He snaps, sighing as he grabs your wrist and removes your hand from his pants. "How about a compromise." He says, not asking. "We can have some fun. But I do the work. You lay back and enjoy yourself."
Your cheeks and ears flush, a sudden wave of shyness overtaking you. Despite that, you nod, letting your hand fall to your side.
"I need you to use your words. I know its been a while, but you know how this works." He says, his eyes dark and hungry. You swallow, looking into his eyes.
"Yes. Please." You barely whisper, his smirk widening. "Oh, you dont get to be all bashful now." He chuckles, sitting up and turning his body so that he's now leaning over you, his messy curls dangling from his hairline.
He kisses you, gentle at first, but quickly deepening it. He slips his tongue in your mouth without warning, causing you to moan softly into his mouth. You swirl your tongue around his, the taste of him intoxicating.
As you sloppily make out, his hands start pulling up your shirt. You're suddenly hit with insecurity, sucking in your stomach as tightly as you can. He pulls back and takes your shirt off, then notices what you're doing.
His eyes narrow. Not angrily, but almost offended. "Baby. Dont try to hide yourself from me. You're perfect." He says, looking into your eyes. You dont hear any sign of unsincerity in his tone, but you still look away, not relaxing your stomach.
"Fine, then I guess I'll have to prove it." He says. You whine, looking back at him, but hes already busy at work. He kisses down your neck and chest, reaching around your back and unclasping your bra with expertise. He slides it off and throws it across the room. He kisses down your (still sucked in) stomach, his fingers hooking onto both your sweatpants and underwear. He practically rips them off of your legs, throwing them as well.
He sits up, taking in your completely exposed body, biting down on his lip hard.You feel the urge to cover yourself, to hide the fact you haven't had the time to shave. You nearly start tearing up, feeling so disgusted with yourself.
He catches your eyes, his expression softening. He leans forwards, kissing you gently. He takes one of your hands, guiding it to his bulge, which is straining painfully again his pants.
"You feel that, darling? Thats all because of you. Do you think I'd be throbbing and aching like this if I didnt find every single part of your gorgeous body attractive? Hm?" You blush at his words, gently rubbing your hand against his dick. He bites his lip, holding back a whine.
He moves your hand away, using one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head. You whimper, looking up at him, pleading. "I wanna see it." You say. He just looks at you, not moving, before grinning softly.
"Would that make my baby feel better? Seeing how hard you make me?" He teases, his thumb pressing into the sensitive erogenous zone on your hip. You moan, nodding aggressively.
"Words, baby. In fact, just one word. Its not hard." He teases, making you pout at him. "Yes." You huff. He presses deeper into your hip, making you cry out. Youre already needy enough as it is, and him using your body against you doesnt help.
"Dont get snappy with me, or we're both gonna have an unsatisfying time." He threatens. Your eyes widen, shaking your head. He chuckles at your neediness, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He gets off of the bed, stepping out of them and his boxers.
You lick your lips, watching the way his length bounces with every movement he makes as he pulls his shirt off. He crawls back onto the bed, kissing your tummy, which youve relaxed.
"Mm, there's my good girl. Laying so pretty just for me." He murmurs. Your clit throbs at his words, causing an audible reaction.
"So needy. You got so used to being full of me that you forgot what its like to not be, hm?" His fingers slip between your folds, the slickness coating them.
You whine, bucking your hips. He tuts at you and pulls his fingers away, an evil grin plastered on his face. "Dont rush me. Im taking my time with you, sweet girl." You whine at the loss of contact, digging the back of your head into the pillow.
"Youre really set on being bratty today, huh?" He asks sternly, his voice low. You pout as you tightly close your legs, fighting for any kind of friction, your eyebrows furrowed with need. His expression softens, cupping your chin and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip.
"My poor baby, I cant stay mad at you. You just want some relief, dont you?" You look into his eyes, nodding. He smiles gently, moving his hand to your cheek. "I can do that for you, my love."
He kisses your stomach, trailing down to your hips. He parts your legs, kissing up and down your inner thighs, sucking marks into the most sensitive areas. Your breath hitches as he gets closer to your pulsing core.
He kisses your folds, his warm breath making you clench around nothing. You whimper, making him look at you with a glint in his eyes. He uses two fingers to spread you open further, giving your clit a small, light lick.
You groan, digging your nails into the bedsheets. Youre tired of his teasing. Without warning, you grab his head, pushing his hot, wet mouth onto your clit.
Instead of punishing you, he just smiles before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and licking like his life depended on it. You moan, your back arching off of the bed, your thighs closing around his head. He doesnt move, loving the feeling of being completely surrounded by you.
"Please... please, more." You groan, your fingers curling in his hair. Within 2 seconds, you feel his middle and ring fingers pushing into you. You gasp, clenching around them and sucking them in, like you'd die without them. The cold of his wedding band shocks you as his fingers slam all the way in, curling into that sweet spot.
"Fuck, Michael, please!" You cry out, feeling yourself brinking the edge. Your toes curl as he flicks his tongue over your clit, in rhythm with his pumping fingers.
Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open, as you cum, the wet sounds filling the room deliciously. He doesnt stop, stretching your high for as long as possible before you practically deflate, every muscle in your body relaxing at once.
He pulls his face back with a pop, his fingers slowly pulling out of you. You try to catch your breath, looking at him with a small smile. He smiles back before putting his soaked fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucks them clean.
You bite your lip as you watch him, acting like hes never tasted anything better. He leans down, kissing you gently. "You taste so good, mama." He whispers, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his lips, making you desperate again.
As you pull away from him, he chases your lips, making you grin. "Let me make you feel good, baby." You say, your hand wrapping around his dick. His head drops as you pump it a few times, sliding your thumb over his sensitive tip and spreading precum.
It takes everything in him to grab your wrist and stop your movements, pinning it back above your head. "No, right now, this is about you." He open-mouth kisses your jaw, his hand slipping back between your legs, just pressing his palm against you.
"I know its been a while since youve taken me. We need to be slow and make sure you're prepped correctly, okay?" He gently slides his two fingers back into you, making you gasp and grab his bicep.
He scissors his fingers, stretching you. You moan, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort taking over you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He closes his eyes, biting your lower lip gently as he pushes his spread fingers in and out. Once you give him less resistance, he slips a third one in. You throw your head back, whining as your toes curl. He presses hot, wet kisses into your exposed neck, his thumb finding your clit and making slow circles to ease the discomfort.
"Mm, right there..." You murmur, your nails digging into his shoulders. He huffs at the burning pain, turning him on more. A glob of precum drips onto your clit, his thumb rubbing it in. You moan, the warmth spreading from your core all the way to your face.
"You think you're ready?" He asks, his three fingers stretching you without much push back. You nod with a whimper, missing the way he feels inside of you. He connects his lips with yours, sliding his dick between your folds. The head slides across your clit, making you jump at the sudden sensation.
He slips his tongue into your mouth as he lines himself up with you. You grab his shoulders as he slides his tip in with a satisfying hiss. Your walls stretch around his girth, a feeling that is so disgustingly familiar. He pulls away from the kiss and you immidiently bury your face into his neck, panting as he pushes into you inch by inch.
He only puts about half of his length in before he slowly pulls back til just his tip is inside, then thrusts halfway back in at an antagonizing speed. You groan, squeezing his shoulders. "Please, more." You whine, your hips trying to push more of him into you.
"Baby, we have to go slow. I dont wanna hurt you." He says, clearly holding back laughter. You huff, rolling your eyes. "I dont care. I need you. All of you." You whisper the last part into his ear seductively.
He bites his lip, and it takes the patience of a man who's dealt with your antics for years to not shove his entire length into you in one thrust.
"If you're a good girl and stop teasing me, I'll think about it." He says, his voice low and stern. You just nod against his neck, groaning as he lets an extra inch or two slide into you.
You bite his neck, suckling a dark spot into his skin as he picks up his pace. You hear his breathing become heavier, his self control slowly slipping.
You know each other better than you know yourselves. You know what makes each other tick, you know what pushes each other to the edge, and you know what makes each other snap.
"Fill me up, angelface. Stuff me until Im fucked stupid." You whisper into his ear. He groans, his entire demeanor shifting all at once. He grabs your legs behind the knees, pushing them up so that your feet are practically touching the headboard. In one swift motion, he slams himself into you, his hips slapping against your thighs.
You scream out, pain and pleasure swirling with each other in your core. You grip the sheets, gritting your teeth. He pulls all the way back, slamming back into you. His curved dick presses against the most sensitive area for a millisecond before tapping your cervix with a slight pain that makes your eyes roll back and clit throb.
Michael has always known that your a little bit of a masochist, that you dont let a bit of pain get in the way of getting your back blown out by him, but usually he wouldnt ever imagine hurting his precious baby, even a little. But right now, much to your delight, hes exhausted and horny and his normal, steady patience ran out months ago.
Tears brim your eyes as he relentlessly slams into you, your legs shaking as your walls squeeze around him. He grunts, a film of sweat gleaming off of his beautiful, spotted skin.
"Fuck, is this what you wanted? For me to lose my cool, to fuck you like an animal?" He asks huskily. When you dont answer, he grips your jaw, making you look at him. "I asked a question." He pants, his muscles beginning to tense.
You can barely nod, much less speak, as you cry from the overstimulation, tears wetting his hand. He presses his thumb into your mouth, you immediately sucking on it without a thought.
"Look at you, gone dumb on my dick. God, you're so pretty, even like this. Shit." He groans, his balls tightening. Your core feels impossibly tight, like it might just ball up on itself until its out of existence.
With one final thrust, he empties himself into you. As soon as you feel the warmth of his seed, your eyes roll back and legs shake vigorously as you cum with him, both of you moaning so loud you're convinced the closest neighbor could hear.
You ride through your climaxes together until you're both utterly spent. He lowers your legs, your hips aching from being held in the position. Slowly, he slides himself out of you. You groan softly as the suction pulls at you.
He leans down, kissing you so, so softly. You'd kiss him back, if you had the energy or awareness to do so. You just lay there, staring into space, your body still twitching from the after shocks, eyes glazed over.
"You did so good baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too badly?" He asks, his voice filled with concern. You manage to nod at being okay and shake your head at if you're too hurt. Your reassurance calms him, and he kisses you again.
"I'll be right back, baby. Just lay here and catch your breath." He slips away, into the bathroom, returning with a warm rag. He gently cleans you up, making you hiss from the overstimulation.
"I know, my girl, I know." He murmurs, making sure to wipe his essence off of your thighs. After hes finished cleaning you off, he carefully cleans himself before throwing the rag in the dirty clothes.
He walks to the dresser, pulling out two pairs of boxers, a t shirt for him, and one of his hoodies for you. He dresses you first, not requiring you to move a muscle. God, how can a man be as perfect as him?
He quickly dresses and slides back in next to you, pulling you into himself to spoon you. "My sweet baby. I love you so much." He whispers. All you can do is cuddle into him more, your fingers intertwining with his. As sleep pulls you under, you think about how lucky you are to be married to the most talented, kindest, freakiest man on Earth.
hiii I hope you are having a good day today I saw your post about Michael requests and boy oh boy I have a list that I've just posted you don't have to do any of them if you don't want to but just wanted to show you!!
a tems inspired reader x off the wall era Michael being a friends to lover type of thing or like in a tems interview she says that she is completely oblivious to when is someone flirting with her so it be funny to see Michael trying to make advances but the reader being completely oblivious
a solange inspired reader where the reader is a single mom (but keeps it private) x any era Michael and he has a big crush on her but reader keeps dodging him (even tho she likes it) because she secretly has a child and she is looking for a man that will step up to be the father right filler filler filler Michael finds out and he falls deeper in love
a silly recreation camp counselor reader x mature Michael Jackson fic where his kids have the reader as their camp counselor and they love her because of how caring yet silly she is and Michael meets her and is completely smitten over her
a mature beyonce inspired reader x mature Michael doing the video of beyonce doing jay z hair using cecred but the same thing where the reader is doing Michaels hair using her hair care products
hope you have a good rest of your dayyyyyy :3
Omg i love all of these ideas, they're all so cute. The first one hits a little too close to home (it took me months to realize my now girlfriend, then crush, was dropping hints...). I definitely will have to make that one. PLEASE feel free to dm me abt any specifics or if you have any new ideas hehe
I had a cute idea about a fanfic of Mike and his gf going to a theme park and he really wants her to get on a roller coaster with him but she’s terrified. She gives in though but is sobbing and he praises her in the end with kisses and hugs. Thriller era Mike would be nice :) pls and thank youuuu
Omg this is so cute. I feel like he'd definitely buy her a plushie from the gift shop too. Im so doing this
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Hiii first time requesting and if it’s horrible you can ignore but my idea
Mature era Mike and younger girlfriend who love disco/studi 54 and he suprises her by reopening the club for a party or birthday etc and they have a disco night together
Omg yes i love this, I was literally just talking to my friend abt how much we love Mike's disco era. I will say tho, im okay with the age gap BUT I will not be making the reader act like a child (unlike some writers... cough cough). The reader will act their age, which will probably be like mid-late twenties, early 30s depending on what makes the story better lol. ANYWAY sorry for the rant, not saying you'd want me to write y/n like that but there's too many FREAKS out there, cant be too careful. I'll start writing this asap!! Dm me if you want specific details to be addeddd
I NEEDDDD A FIC WITH MICHAEL AS THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AND READER IS BASED OFF OF CHRISTINE DAAE PLLLLLLLEEEAASSSEE
OKAY THIE SOUNDS AMAZING!!... except I have yet to watch phantom of the opera... but I told my gf id watch it with her soon so I will definitely do this when I watch it
Guys PLEASE request from me pls anything I need inspo. Doesnt necessarily mean I'll 100% do it or complete it but I really need an idea before I go crazy.
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i love androgynous michael with a passion, like he’s so cuntyyyy that’s literally my laddddyyy and mannnn at the same time. am i wrong to say i love when michael leans into his feminine side. like yes bitch pop that pussy right infront of me and serve.
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As a busy, A-list actress, you don't really have the time to seriously date. From rehearsals to filming to interviews to physical maintenance, you rarely have time to yourself. But when you do, you make sure your needs get met.
While plenty of guys and girls in the industry would be lining up at your door for the chance to be the one that gives you relief, there's only one person you trust enough to return to every time. Michael Jackson.
When you first met in 1988 at the Grammy's, you were immediately charmed by him. From his performance to the way he watched people silently throughout the night.
You ended up going back to his hotel room that night, much to both of your dates' dismay. You made it very clear that you were seeing other people and that it was nothing serious, no strings attached. He respected that without an ounce of push back before giving you the best night you'd ever had.
When you woke up the next morning, naked and spooned against Michael's body, something in you shifted. Maybe a few strings wouldn't be too bad. When he woke up, he insisted on getting breakfast delivered to the room before you left, and already made sure Bill Bray would be able to bring you back to your house.
You complied, and despite the voice in your head that was telling you it was becoming too romantic, you had a good time. You watched TV together while waiting for the food, Michael's laughter making your heart flutter. You ate in bed, the room filling with citrus scent as he sipped his freshly squeezed orange juice.
When you were about to leave his room, he grabbed you around the waist, looking into your eyes. "I had a really good time." He said, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle in a way you hadn't really experienced, at least not in a long time.
In the backseat of his car, you turned the situation over in your head. You couldn't ignore the warmth you felt when being around him, but you also couldn't forget how many times you'd been stung before in these exact circumstances.
It wasn't until a few months later, when Michael was back in Los Angeles, you still in New York, that everything changed. Your phone rang and you let it go to voicemail, already exhausted and unwilling to compromise your down time for anyone. Then the message came through, making you stop in your tracks.
"Um, hi. It's Michael Jackson. I'm gonna be in New York next week, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out for dinner? Let me know." His voice rang through your penthouse before ending with a click. You bit your lip. The two sides of you fought, desperately wanting to accept but so set on protecting your peace that you almost said no. Almost.
You called him back 20 minutes later, and he picked up on the second ring. "Yes." Was the only word you said. "I'll pick you up at 7:00pm next Sunday." He replied, his voice quiet.
The week seemed to crawl by at an antagonizing pace, keeping you awake at night, tossing and turning. This wasn't like you and it made you uneasy. But nonetheless, Sunday came, and you were applying the final touches of your makeup when the door buzzed.
You clicked the talk back button, the doorman's voice wavering with confusion. "Hey, um... Michael Jackson is here to see you?" He said. He was used to celebrities coming to your house at this point, but none of them like the King of Pop. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself before replying, "Send him up."
The second Michael stepped through the door, the tension and nerves you felt melted away. He looked you up and down, his lips parted slightly and eyes wide as he took you in. Your tight dress, heels, the jewlery decorating your wrists and fingers and neck.
His hands found your waist with ease, and he kissed you without hesitation. You paused, suprised, but then melted into it, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back.
When he pulled away, his cheeks a deep rosy red, he offered his arm and you took it. The rest of the night was amazing. A nice, romantic restaurant that he had completely bought out for the night, just for you. The ride home, quiet but comfortable. The way he hungrily undressed you as soon as you entered your home and closed the door, like he had been craving you since he last saw you.
The night was just as magical as the first time you hooked up. It was hot and unhurried, and it made you feel special. That was the day you decided you only wanted to see Michael. Nobody else could treat you as good as he did.
Months sped by as you continued seeing each other. Everytime you were in the same place at the same time, you'd met up. When you weren't, phone calls would stretch well into the early hours of the morning, leaving both of your teams dealing with their boss's exhausted grumpiness.
You both decided it was better to be private about it, as well as not label it. With Michael being pretty new to relationships like this, and you having experienced enough heartbreak as it was, staying simple was the best option.
It's now April 1991, and you're in the middle of doing yoga when your manager, Naomi, calls. She sounds panicked, but in a good way? "Okay, don't freak out." She says. You furrow your eyebrows as you walk to your huge windows, looking at the skyline of NYC.
"Michael Jackson wants to anonymously feature you on a song." She says, slowly, like shes waiting for you to freak. You let out a slow breath, a smile spreading on your face.
When you guys agreed to be private, you meant private. Even your managers don't know about you guys. Your relationship and work are seprate things. The only people who do know are both of your heads of security, Bill and Tony, just to ensure that you can meet up safely and quietly.
"Um.." you try to feign suprise, but in reality you knew he'd do this eventually. He'd been talking about it for a while, begging you to be in at least one song. You told him no at first, saying you hated your singing voice. He said he'd make it just a talking part. You just rolled your eyes and pushed him away playfully.
"Book me a flight to Los Angeles as soon as possible. Tell him and his team to make a meeting for tomorrow afternoon." You say cooly. The other end is silent for a beat before you hear papers shuffling.
"Are you sure? You don't even know what the song is." She says, and its clear shes heard the demo for it. "I'll find out tomorrow. Thank you, Naomi." You hang up, quickly finding your suitcase and packing. Youre not sure how long you'll be there, so you pack clothes that you can mix and match without repeating an outfit.
Within the hour, Naomi calls you back, telling you that you had a flight at 5pm. You thank her, hanging up. As soon as you set the phone down, it rings again. You roll your eyes, thinking she forgot to tell you something.
"Yes?" You say, slightly irritated. "Well, hello, Ms. Grump. Thought you'd be happier to here from me, seeing as you accepted my offer immediately." Michael teases on the other end.
You soften, smiling as you hold the phone your ear with your shoulder, packing the last few things into your suitcase. "Sorry, I've been rushing. I have a flight in less than 2 hours, I need to figure out what hotel to stay at, arrange for my team to meet me there. Its a lot." You explain.
"Well, how about you just stay with me?" He says, and you can hear his smug smile through the phone. "Mm, you'd like that, huh?" You ask. His breath hitches, making you giggle. You can just imagine the way his head is ducked, cheeks flushed, lip between his teeth in that adorable way he does.
"I'll think about it." You finally answer, smiling so cheesily youre glad he cant see you. Theres silence for a beat before he takes a breath. "Did your manager tell you what the song is about?" He asks nervously.
"No, I didnt let her. I want it to be a suprise." You say, but your interest is puiqed at his anticipatory tone. You hear him curse under his breath, making you raise an eyebrow. "I guess I'll have to let you listen to the demo with me." He says, his voice wavering.
"Mm, okay. Whats it called?" You ask, twirling the phone cord around your finger. "In the Closet." He replies shortly. The name swirls in your head for a minute. Like skeletons in the closet? Is there something hes been hiding?
"Okay... sounds intresting." You say slowly. He breathes out a laugh, making your stomach twist. "Well, I guess you'll see." He says with a twinge of playfulness.
You guys talk for a while longer before you have to go, Tony on the way to pick you up. On the way to the airport, you fiddle with your bracelets as you imagine what the song could be about.
The 6 hour flight is restless, though you try to relax with some wine, laying back your first class seat to take a nap. Tony sits to the right of you, his awarness never wavering. You manage to drift to sleep at about 9pm (EST), dreaming of Michael before being woke up by the sound of the intercom.
"Ladies and gentleman, we will be coming to a landing at LAX in the next few minutes. Please make sure to fasten your seatbelts and close all trays to ensure the safety of you and other passengers." The pilot says before the intercom clicks off.
You sit up and check your seat belt before opening the window cover and looking out at the Los Angeles nighttime. You think about your dreams, about seeing Michael, hugging him, kissing him. Youre way in over your head with this guy.
The descent is smooth for the most part as you finish your wine. Touching down with a jolt, you look out, searching for Micheal's car as you speed down the runway.
"Ladies and gentleman, we have safely touched down in Los Angeles, California. The local time is 9:12pm. Please remain seated with your seatbelts securely fastened until the plane has come to a complete stop. Thank you for flying with us today, have a great night." Youre pushed back into your seat slightly as the plane brakes.
When it finally stops and youre allowed to be let out, you take your time grabbing your bag and exiting, giving your nerves a minute to settle. At this point, it'd been a few months since you had seen Michael in person, due to both of you guys work schedule. Youre just glad you didnt have anything going on when he called.
As you step into LAX with Tony, you see Bill, who smiles warmly at you and waves you over. You strut towards him, aware of the eyes that follow you.
"Michael is waiting in the car, he didnt want any extra attention. I'll come with you and Tony can get your luggage." He says, Tony nodding behind you. You nod and smile warmly, walking with him to the private parking.
On the way to the car, you smooth down your hair and take a mini mirror out of your pocket, making sure you dont look as jet lagged as you feel. As you snap it shut, Bill opens the back door of Michael's car.
You take a deep breath before stepping inside. Michael's smile is big, but behind the glasses his eyes carry the nerves he feels as well.
You slide next to him and take him in. Hes in a white t-shirt and blue, plaid pj pants, and house slipper, looking ready for bed. It makes you melt. Hes wearing his shades, as always, hiding his eyes. Without a word, you grab his chin, kissing him softly as the door closes. The awkward tension melts away as he reciprocates it. You feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach for many reasosn
When you pull away, he chases your lips, making you giggle as he blushes. "Thank you for coming. I've missed you." Is the first thing he says. You smile, your heart melting.
"Is that the only reason you asked me to do this? To have a reason to see me?" You tease, pulling a laugh from him. "Thats part of it. But also, I cant imagine anyone else for this part." He says, his hand finding your thigh, grounding you.
"Well, I cant wait to hear the demo. I need sleep first though, im exhausted." You sigh, leaning against his shoulder. He presses a kiss into your head, nodding. "Of course. Are you taking me up on my offer? My bed is calling your name." He grins.
You sigh, squeezing his arm. "Fineee, if I must." You joke as you trace small circles into the back of his hand. "Oh shush, you know youre dying to." His eyes glint mischievously. You hit his arm lightly, laughing at his tease.
Tony arrives with your bag, putting it in the trunk before going to the passenger seat, Bill slipping into the drivers side a second later. "Bill, put up the partition, would ya?" Mike asks, and he complies without a word. You look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"I just want some privacy with my girl." He says innocently. You roll your eyes, your hand resting against his chest. He stares at your lips for a moment before leaning in, kissing you.
You deepen it, moving to sit on his lap. He hums in response, hands roaming your waist. You pull back, taking a breath before kissing his jaw, trailing down his neck. He rests his head against the seat, biting his lip.
"I missed you too, by the way." You murmur against his skin. He smiles, hands resting on your waist under your shirt. The skin on skin contact relaxes you, your hands on his shoulders.
You move your head from his neck, looking at him. Slowly, you grab his sunglasses, sliding them off. He looks at you with his big, brown doe eyes, a hint of something you dont quite want to acknowledge yet. Love.
"Youre so handsome." You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. He smiles, looking away. He always gets so embarrassed by your praise. You know he rarely received it growing up, so now even the slightest thing gets him flustered.
You lean into him, laying your head on his shoulder. You swear you could fall asleep right there as he rubs his hand on your back.
When you arrive at the Universal Hilton (hes temporarily staying in the hotel's suite while he records the Dangerous album at Ocean Way), you begin to move off of him, but he hugs your waist, not letting you move. Without a sound he carries you bridal style in through the back and to the elevator, your head buried in his chest. When he enters his room, he lays you down on the spacious bed.
"Stay here, I'll go grab your things, okay?" He says gently. You just nod, suppressing a huge grin as he leaves the room. You sit up and slide your pants off before pulling your arms into your shirt and unhooking your bra. You place your clothes next to the bed, laying down in just your t shirt and underwear.
A few minutes later, Michael comes in with your bags, setting them to the side and slipping into bed with you. He pulls your back to his chest, kissing your neck and trailing down to your shoulder. You smile, cuddling in closer and closing your eyes. Sleep pulls you under slowly, the comfort of his presence consuming you.
