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Mature!Michael X YoungerGirlfriend. A glimpse into the private world of the protective way he holds you in crowded spaces to the effortless satisfaction he gets from completely spoiling his younger girl especially when he demands a private runway show in your penthouse suite. (+18)
Note. Listened to โChampagne Coastโ - Blood Orange & โTattooโ - Sade while writing and I indeed took awhile to post part three of โYou Knock Me Off My Feetโ series so I want to post head-canons and drabbles in between chapters to keep you guys fed. Also attached a visual to the fit, enjoy! Besos!
Mature!Michael. when you were working as a specialist at a high-end antique gallery when he came in for a private, after hours viewing. Seeing someone with such a youthful face carry themselves with such effortless sophistication was a total, refreshing shock to his system. As you stepped up to a group of wealthy clients, listing complex historical facts and art provenances like a flawlessly programmed, brilliant machine, his forty year old self suddenly felt an unexpected rush of youth and pure intrigue.
Mature!Michael whom spent the next hour wandering the exhibits, deliberately pretending to be utterly clueless about the antiques just to keep you by his side. Every time you stepped close to point out a detail on a vintage piece, heโd lean in slightly, quietly inhaling the sweet, comforting scent of vanilla bakery notes that followed you around. It instantly put his usually guarded mind at total ease, and he absolutely refused to leave the store until your personal phone number was safely tucked away in his pocket.
Mature!Michael who took you out to an intimate, completely private spot for your first date, and he was honestly taken aback by just how incredible of a conversationalist you were especially at your very young age. There was absolutely no awkwardness; you two bonded instantly over a shared, deep passion for music, philosophy and life ambitions, talking for hours until the rest of the room completely faded away.
Mature!Michael. Once your relationship became fully established, he made sure you never felt a single ounce of insecurity about his world. He would look you dead in the eye with a serious, deeply grounded look, holding your hands as he promised you that everything he owned was completely yours the luxury, the security, the comfort as long as your loyalty was fully pledged to him (and body but we can keep that on the low.)
Mature!Michael being older and completely grounded in exactly who he is, his presence carries an incredibly heavy, comforting weight. Whenever you are navigating a bustling hotel corridor, a crowded venue with trampling fans, or stepping past security at parties, his large hand is almost always resting gently against the small of your back caressing you feeling the outline of your body through the tight clothing, guiding you forward with an effortless, calm reassurance that makes you feel completely safe.
Mature!Michael whose possessive side flares up just a bit when he thinks about the wealthy, older businessmen who might try to hit on you while you're working at the gallery. He gets a tiny bit jealous, which means the second you get home, you have to show him exactly how much he completely owns your heart in whichever way he sees fit. Nonstop cuddles and kisses or your lips fully wrapped around his dick as his bucks his hips forward further pushing himself in your mouth. Whose large veiny hands find their way to the crown of your hand gently grabbing handfuls of your hair muttering sweet praises under his breath expressing his gratitude to you of reassuring him that he is the only man who could ever hold your attention, and that your all his.
Mature!Michael that values the stillness you bring to his life more than anything. He loves carefully choosing a classic vinyl record, setting the needle down with absolute precision, and pulling you into his chest to slow dance around the dimly lit room, his chin resting gently on top of your head as his hands travel to delicately holding your waist.
Mature!Michael showcasing his affection in ways that are rooted in deep admiration. Your makeout sessions aren't just rushed or chaotic, they are incredibly slow, passionate, and filled with a pure, overwhelming love that makes you feel utterly cherished. โYou have lips of an angel yโknow that gorgeous?โ
Mature!Michael No matter how rough or gentle the sex was, heโll always wrap you completely in his arms, pulling you into his chest while his fingers trace gentle, random shapes against your bare back then caressing the soft skin of your birthing hips. his dark eyes looking intensely into yours just to remind you how much he adores you. His hand cupping the side of your face, gliding the pad of this thumbs back and forth softly, his eyes just admiring each part about your face. Especially those eyes and lips. โYouโll always be my pretty baby right?โ
Mature!Michael when the moment you finally grew completely comfortable around him, luxury shopping sprees became a regular routine. Going shopping with Michael is exactly like shopping with a best friend, but with an unlimited budget. He gives the absolute best feedback, breaking down structural details, fabrics, and fits with a sharp, artistic eye, completely delighting in your excitement as he buys you whatever your heart desires although he absolutely demands a haul, his personal runway show if you will.
The heavy door of the hotel penthouse clicked shut, instantly sealing out the distant roar of the city traffic and the faint, persistent flashes of paparazzi cameras down on the street. Inside, the suite was a sanctuary of soft lighting, deep velvet furnishings, and the comforting quiet that Michael always sought out the moment he was off the clock.
You practically floated into the center of the living area, unable to contain the absolute thrill bouncing around in your chest. Turning around to face him. โEeee! Iโm so excited! I feel like I got some things i actually like!โ you let out an excited laugh, clapping your hands together as you looked at the sheer volume of high-end boutique bags the hotel staff had just carefully brought up behind you.
Michael stood near the entryway for a moment, just watching you. At forty, he carried himself with a deeply grounded, calm presence, his signature structured crimson jacket unbuttoned just enough to show the relaxed drape of his shirt underneath. Seeing the pure, unforced joy across your face brought an immediate, brilliant smile to his lips. Your youthful energy was completely infectious, a refreshing contrast to the rigid formality he usually dealt with.
"You are so cute baby," he murmured, his voice dropping into that naturally deep, warm register he only used when the two of you were completely alone. โIโm glad you found things this time-โ
He stepped closer, the heavy soles of his loafers silent against the plush carpeting. His eyes glazing over your figure that turned around emptying out some bags already. Reaching out, his large hand gently gave you a smack of the ass, finding amusement at the recoil, and the sound you made at the unexpected gesture. โMichael!โ
"Cmon no whining. Now go on," he urged, a playful, knowing glint in his dark eyes as he gestured toward the bedroom where the garment racks had been rolled out. "Don't just keep them in the bags. Let me see a full try-on haul. I want to see everything."
โFine fine! No peeking though.โ While you disappeared into the adjoining room to unzip the first designer garment bag, Michael made his way over to the wet bar. He poured himself a tall glass of orange juice, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before walking back over to the sprawling sofa. He sank into the heavy cushions, completely stretching out his long legs as he finally let the remaining tension of the day leave his shoulders.
On the mahogany coffee table sat a small stack of classic CDs you both had picked out during a quick stop at a music shop earlier. Smiling to himself, Michael picked up one of the jewel cases, his long fingers absentmindedly turning it over, examining the tracklist and tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the plastic as he waited patiently.
"Michael? Okay, don't look yet," your voice called out from the doorway, a hint of nervous excitement tracing your words.
"I'm waiting," he called back, setting the CD down and resting his chin in his hand, his undivided attention completely locked onto the bedroom door.
When you finally stepped out into the warm light of the sitting room, his breath caught entirely.
You stepped into the warm glow of the suite wearing a crisp, structured white button-up blouse with intricate side-lacing that perfectly defined your silhouette. Draped effortlessly over your shoulders was a heavy, oversized black leather jacket, paired with a black mini skirt held together by a thick, statement leather belt adorned with oversized silver grommets and a bold metal buckle.
Michaelโs dark eyes widened, a sudden, bright flash of recognition lighting up his features. A soft, nostalgic laugh escaped his lips as he sat up slightly on the plush sofa, taking in every single detail. The hardware, the leather, the sharp contrast of the white collar against the dark jacket it was a flawless, high fashion echo of his own signature style from a decade prior during the Bad era.
"Now, wait a minute," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a beautifully warm, amused tone. The calm, mature reserve he usually carried completely melted into pure, delighted fascination. "This looks... incredibly familiar. You're throwing it back on me, aren't you?"
Your smile brightens, your hands brush over the buckle and texture of the leather. โMayyybe, what do you think!โ
You smiled, doing a slow turn in the center of the room so he could see the way the heavy leather jacket draped perfectly over the sharp silhouette of the blouse. "Itโs definitely got that classic look donโt you think?" you teased, looking back over your shoulder at him with a grin.
It didn't just look amazing on you, it brought a sudden rush of fond memories from his own history, making him feel a unique, deeply personal connection to the piece. "Oh honeyโฆthe hardware, the leather... you look absolutely incredible," he said, a soft, incredibly proud chuckle shaking his shoulders as he shook his head in sheer admiration. "You really know how to make a statement, don't you? Come here, let me get a closer look of that fabric.โ
You walk over to him with a soft grin as he feels the texture of the leather then his fingertips grazing over the buckle. The soft clink of the heavy silver belt buckle filled the quiet space of the penthouse, matching the rhythm of his low, satisfied chuckle. "I thought you might appreciate the hardware."
"Appreciate it?" Michael shook his head, a brilliant smile completely lighting up his face as he leaned back against the plush sofa cushions. He took a slow sip of his orange juice, his dark eyes tracking the sharp contrast of the crisp white collar against the dark leather. "You're completely pulling it off. Itโs got that tough, rebellious edge, but on you, it just looks incredibly elegant. Sophisticated."
He set his glass down on the mahogany table, his attention entirely locked onto you as you adjusted the cuffs of the blouse. The nostalgic warmth in his expression was undeniable. it was clear the outfit had brought back a rush of good memories, bridging the gap between his legendary past and the quiet, secure present he now shared with you.
Michaelโs deep, velvety chuckle rumbled through the quiet room as he patted his thigh soft, insistent. โCโmere girl.โ The look in his eyes was warm honey and stardust: pure affection wrapped in that rare softness only you ever got to see. You bit your lip playfully, pretending to hesitate for a dramatic second before finally stepping forward. The heavy leather jacket made a low creak with each movement, the silver hardware catching the golden light from the floor lamps.
you stepped forward and let yourself straddle his lap with the graceful ease of someone whoโd done this a thousand times before. His strong arms instantly encircled your waist in a loose but possessive embrace. โSo you like the first outfit love?โ
The leather jacket creaked softly under the movement as Michael adjusted slightly beneath you. One large hand rose to gently trace the bold buckle again a quiet gesture of admiration.
โMmm,โ he hummed low in approval against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. His lips lingered there for a heartbeat or two before he pulled back enough to study how flawlessly you wore what had once been his signature look from an era defined by fame and fire.
"You're gonna make me feel old," he teased quietly with playful sarcasm laced through every word but there wasnโt an ounce of jealousy or regret in it at all. just pure adoration watching history live on so beautifullyโฆon you.
You bite your bottom lip trying to prevent a laugh, you look up at him with your batting lashes. โHow so?โ
Michaelโs dark eyes dropped to yours, catching the flutter of your lashes like he was hypnotized by the motion. That little lip bite, so innocent, so teasing always undid him.
A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your face. One hand rose to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw with surprising tenderness for someone built like a statue.
"Because," he started slowly, voice dropping even lower than before "back then... i wore this look, it was my armor." A nostalgic chuckle escaped him as his gaze swept over you again. "And now here you areโฆ stealing it from me just looking so good." His thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip where youโd just bitten it seconds ago. "Wearing it better than I ever didโฆjust got me feeling old.โ
You let out a soft laugh, resting your hands flat against the lapels of his crimson jacket. "Oh, please. You aren't old, Michael," you countered, a knowing smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him. "You just have a lot of history, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be intimidated right now, considering I'm sitting with the blueprintโฆ..but for the record? You still wear it better than anyone else ever could."
Michaelโs expression softened at your words honest, sincere, and utterly disarming. The way you said it, so effortlessly respectful yet full of affectionโฆ it touched something deep inside him.
His hands slid from your face down to the back of your neck where his fingers gently tangled in the soft strands of your hair. He didnโt kiss you not yet but pulled you closer until his forehead rested against yours.
โYouโre sweet,โ he murmured, lips almost brushing as he spoke. โToo sweet.โ There was that faint smile again. the one only ever reserved for quiet moments like these when no cameras were flashing or crowds screaming.
โAre you gonna show me how sweet I am?โ
Michaelโs breath hitched just slightly at your bold words before his lips crashed into yours.
The kiss wasnโt gentle. It wasnโt slow or teasing. It was hungry, it was pent up affection and admiration, and that quiet fire heโd been holding back all day while watching you try on outfits.
His large hands slid down to your waist, gripping firmly as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head to angle it just right. The leather jacket creaked softly between you as he pulled you even closer against him on the sofa.
Michaelโs fingers moved with quiet urgency, sliding the heavy leather jacket off your shoulders. The rich material slipped away easily, revealing more of the crisp white blouse beneath each button perfectly aligned down your torso. His left hand cupping the side of your face and his other going to unbutton the white blouse revealing the black bra you had underneath.
As he pushed the open jacket and now unbuttoned blouse gently back from your shoulders, letting it pool slightly around you on his lap, his dark eyes traced every new inch exposed.
that graceful slope of a shoulder
That soft dip at your collarbone
how your breast were being perfectly held by that bra
How perfectly structured you were beneath all those layersโฆ
A low hum vibrated in his chest not quite a word as he leaned forward again. This time instead of kissing your lips immediately he pressed one slow kiss right over where fabric met skin above your heart. His lips trailed upward slowly, from your collarboneโฆ along the delicate line of your throatโฆ pausing just below your ear whispering. โLetโs take this to the bed yeah?โ
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