â in which you (y/n) realize that your new boyfriend otw!michael will do literally anything for you, even without you asking. â
.á warnings & disclaimers: michael is a simp & a trick, manipulative and disapproving j*e, michael is terrified of him, y/n is a protective gf, y/n teaches him how to say no.
â a/n: just saw michael (2026) again and felt maternal toward otw era!michaelâŠ
michael was sitting on the edge of the couch, writing down lyrics that suddenly spawned into his mind. he scratched his head, thinking of the chorus as he quietly beatboxed to himself. his hair was styled into a neat, kinky afro with a flawless sheen. he was wearing a cream button-down shirt tucked into his dark wash levis that clung to his lean frame, and stark white socks that grooved beneath the table.
you walked into the living room carrying a bowl of freshly washed grapes. from a distance, anyone would look at you and assume you were just his sweet little girlfriend. you had a soft smile, soft curls, a graceful stride, and an aura that suggested you wouldnât dare swat a fly. but michael knew better. behind that sweet exterior lived a fiercely independent, outspoken woman who wasnât afraid to speak her mind or challenge him. in a world full of yes-men, he was enthralled by your assertive nature.
you sat down next to him, popping a grape into your mouth. michael instantly turned toward you, his sculpted dimples appearing as his face broke into that gorgeous, boyish smile. those huge, round eyesâlooking exactly like two perfect boba pearlsâblinked at you with an adoring warmth.
"hey, y/n," he murmured, putting his pencil down immediately, his voice extra soft when he was feeling particularly shy. "can i have one?"
you held the bowl out, watching him select a grape with his long, slender fingers. as you watched him, a thought that had been lingering in your mind for the past week began to take shape. lately, you had noticed a pattern in your new relationship. michael did whatever you told him, and his aversion to confrontation was so deeply ingrained that it manifested as total, unquestioning compliance whenever you spoke to him with even a shred of authority. he didnât even like making tough business decisions and would rather make them through someone else.
it had started three days ago during a silly debate about a trivia question. he had been so confident in his incorrect answer, laughing and teasing you.
jokingly, you had rolled your eyes and said, "alright, michael, if you're wrong, you owe me three thousand dollars."
he had grinned, mindlessly smoothing his hair back, and then looked completely stunned when you proved him wrong. you had laughed it off and forgotten about it within five minutes. but the next morning, when you woke up, there was a neatly written personal check for exactly $3,000 lying on his nightstand, signed in his elegant, looping cursive. when you confronted him about it, completely baffled, he had just blinked those big eyes and said, "but you won the bet, y/n. i have to give it to you."
your car struggled to start up last month, and then two days later, it was mysteriously fixed. if you were crazy, you wouldâve thought it was replaced with a new car. you later found out through jackie that michael got your car fixed after overhearing you complain about it to latoya.
then, yesterday, he had been pacing around the room, nervously rambling about a stressful phone call with his management.
without thinking, your feisty streak took over and you snapped, "ugh, shut up and sit down. you're making me dizzy."
instead of arguing back at you, michael had stopped dead in his tracks. his talking slowed to a halt, and he sat down on the nearest chair like a well-trained puppy.
sitting next to him now, looking at the man who was currently conquering the entire planet, a profound wave of protectiveness washed over you. michael was a multimillionaire and a global phenomenon, but behind closed doors, he was completely defenseless.
if i were a bad girlfriend, you thought to yourself, a chill running down your spine, i could completely drain him. i could ask for a house, a car, a million dollars, and he would just write the check and smile. he would just earn it right back anyway, treating his vast fortune like a never-ending supply of candy to spoil his loved ones. but you knew better. you had a moral compass, and you loved him for him, not his bank account.
but michael didn't know betterâeven at twenty two. he was entirely at your mercy.
"what are you thinkinâ, minnie?" michael asked, breaking your train of thought. he started calling you by that adorable nickname when marlon referred to michael as the mickey to your minnie one day when your hair was styled in two puffs. he leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. "i wanna know.â
you turned your head to look at him, letting out a soft sigh. "mike, do you realize that you literally do anything i tell you to do?"
he blinked, looking genuinely confused. "what dâya mean? i just want to make you happy."
"no, it's more than that," you said, your voice firming up as your outspoken nature took the driver's seat. "michael, you're a grown man. you can't just let people order you around. what if i was using you?"
michael let out a soft chuckle through his nose, and reached out to gently play with a strand of your hair. "but you're not using me. you're my girl. i know your heart."
"that's not the point!" you said, slapping his hand away playfully but keeping your expression serious.
"the point is that you don't know how to say no to me. you just capitulate to whatever I say.â
michaelâs smile faltered slightly, his gaze dropping to his lap. his fingers aimlessly traced the seam of his jeans.
"i just wanna keep you happyâŠ" he muttered fiddling with his fingers. you barely caught what he said, but you heard him faintly which softened your expression.
he swallowed hard, refusing your eye contact. even though you two were fresh into your relationship, you were well aware of the dynamic within the jackson clan. joseph jackson was always in his son's ear, a hovering, aggressive presence trying to dictate how michael should handle his money and his women.
"joseph was talking to me again this morning," michael admitted quietly, his voice dropping so low you had to lean in to hear him. "he told me i was being foolish. he said... well, he used some harsh words. he thinks everyone is out to take what i have."
âyou see son, gettinâ all the broads ainât the problemâno that ainât the problem...â joe started unintentionally cornering michael in front of the kitchen fridge with a wicked grin plastered across his face.
michael internally cringed at the way he often described womenâas if they were nothing.
âbut you givinâ them yoâ money is. i done told you the jacksons donât pay or beg for pussy. i know you doing both, boy!â he declared, his serpent eyes narrowing into michaelâs. his voice boomed as michael shivered at his usage of vulgar words and close proximity.
he took a step closer with his mouth slightly ajarâa natural habit of hisâ as michael instinctively took a small, quick step back, and was now pressed against the fridge. he loathed being cornered.
he reached out to playfully hit michaelâs shoulder causing the color to drain from the timid manâs face as he froze and tensed up immediately. as his infamous hand collided with michaelâs shoulder, joe chuckled before scoffing at the way he reacted to his touch.
âfor a minute, i thought you went sweet on me. you wouldnât never talk about no girls like your brothers did.â he continued speaking lower this time. michaelâs face hardened realizing what his father meant.
he chuckled before taking a step back and dusting off nonexistent lint on michaelâs shirt. his neck was pushed forward and his shoulders slumped, indicating his old age, yet he still spoke to michael like how he did in his forties.
âkeep that new girl of yours in check. she donât want you for real no way.â
a fiery spark of anger ignited in your chest. you hated the way his father spoke to him, treating michaelâs innate generosity like a weakness to be exploited or a sin to be ashamed of.
"well, your father can mind his own business," you said sharply, your voice cutting through the room with defensive heat. "first of all, i didn't ask for that money, and second of all, you are a twenty-two year old man who earns his own living. you can do whatever you want with your money."
michael looked up at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and profound admiration. he loved when you got riled up, especially when that energy was directed at protecting him. it was a feeling he had never experienced beforeâsomeone standing in front of him like a shield.
"you look so sweet, but you're like a little tiger." he murmured, a tiny, tentative dimple appearing on his cheek.
"i'm serious, michael," you said keeping your eyes locked onto his.
"your father is wrong about everything, but he's right about one thing: people will try to take advantage of you. you're too giving."
you reached out, cupping his jawline with your soft hand. his skin was warm, and he instinctively leaned his face into your palm, closing his eyes for a brief second.
"i need you to promise me something," you whispered.
he opened his eyes, looking at you with complete devotion. "anything, y/n. you know i will."
"don't say 'anything'!" you scolded gently, shaking your head.
"that's exactly what i'm talking about! if i ever tell you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, you will look me in the eye and tell me 'no.' can you do that?"
michael stared at you, the depth of your request settling into his mind. he was used to women asking him for jewelry, for clothes, for cars, for access to his fame. he was used to his father demanding his financial backing. but here you were, using your influence over him to demand that he build a wall against you.
"i... i'll try," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
"no, not try. promise me, michael.â
he swallowed, his chest rising and falling slowly. he looked at you, realizing how incredibly lucky he was to have found you.
"i promise, y/n. i'll tell you no if it's too much."
"good," you smiled, leaning forward to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips. his mouth was soft and welcoming, tasting faintly of the grapes you had been sharing.
when you pulled back, the emotional tension lifted, and the usual starry glint returned to his eyes. he let out a joyful chuckle, his large hands reaching out to wrap around yours. you giggled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his soft afro tickling your skin.
"you're a wild thang," he teased, his voice muffled against your skin as he planted a string of butterfly kisses along your jawline. "my mother would say you wear the pants."
"somebody has to wear them around here," you shot back, looping your arms around his neck, leaning into the comfort of his embrace.
"since you wanna give away the world and stuff." you nudged his forearm playfully.
"i don't want to give away the world," michael murmured, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression turning incredibly sweet, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks.
"i just want tâgive it to you. because you're the only one who doesn't want it, truly.â
you looked at him, your heart pumping with unwavering love and devotion. you knew the journey ahead of him was going to be long and complicated as his fame reached heights no human had ever seen before. but as long as you were by his side, you would be his voice and his protector.
vaporwave
stormborns
2087
yousharknotpass
