otw!michael. pure fluff alert!
nothing beats that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re finally back home with your man. finally slowing down after you’ve traded your peace to a hard working day. a sigh escaping your lips, surrendering to the comfort of being in michael’s presence.
michael’s have had a hectic day too. he spent his day rehearsing to the point of agony. his lean frame shadowed by fatigue, soft hands reaching out to your waist.
his passion was definitely one of his traits you admire the most. you cannot help but to be mesmerized and mind-blown in every moment he spends obsessing over a detail. hearing him sing that one note over again, he always thought that he could do better. sometimes too much, so when you feel like he was being overly conscious, you step in and give your comments to diminish that storm in head; snapping him back, you never fail to give him compliments that he deserves, how none of his talent is wasted, that he just keeps getting better and better and nobody could even stop him, even himself. because that’s how really he is, always striving to be better to achieve his dreams not only for himself but also for the people. you being his strongest support system, make sure that he gets reminded of knows who exactly he is and how much he is worth.
your eyes are drooped and your hands slowly wrap around his shoulder, he kisses you. lips fused, embracing each other’s warmth, drinking each other’s exhaustion, two drained bodies here now where they belong.
“had a long day?” michael looks deep into your eyes, a tender gaze making you melt.
“mhm.” you nod, resting your head against his chest. his heartbeat that used to leap with the erratic tide of cortisol from work now in sync with yours.
“awh— my sweet girl, let me take care of you now.” he cooed and smiles planting a kiss on your forehead, smelling the scent of your workplace and your perfume that awakens his senses.
“mikey, you’ve had a long day too..” head turning to him, tilting slightly, his doe eyes are in awe of how you mumble.
“yes, and i’m with you now. you’re my home, my rest. whenever i am with you, you will always be that to me.” his words was all that you needed to hear and everything else faded away. his soft breathy tenor sweeping you off to another world where pain and suffering is almost non existent, or if there is, it becomes bearable. because you know, you’re with him.
“what do you want?” you jokingly tease him, michael giggles and shakes his head, flustered, his eyes are now at the floor.
“you.” he muttered, feeling that crescendo of butterflies in your stomach.
“michael…” your brows furrowed at him while a small smirk tugged your lips
“what?” he chuckles. “ah not that.. maybe yes but—“ you cannot help but to burst out laughing from what he just said.
“now what?
“i mean—”
“mike!” you cheesed at him, biting your lower lip as your eyes found his grin.
“you look so good” michael whispered, it was the least you expect he’d say.
getting you caught off guard, silence was all left, and that warm feeling washed over you again. he looks so good too. his beautifully carved face in the dimmed light, the skinship of your hand placed on his left cheek, drowning in his gaze, a lake of love glittering to your light. michael totally is whipped. you have made him feel so good in a lot of ways even just by simply you letting him, be your man.
sometimes you’d catch him staring at you, dumb smiling even when you’re literally just enjoying your food.
no sound came from you both for a while, but you both began to move in a slow-dancing motion, hips subtly swaying. michael hums a tune you’d definitely recall months from now on, and call it familiar, realizing that he had written a song about this moment, about you.
the tune was both soothing and seductive at the same time. perfectly michael. your weight slowly shifts in his arms. he’s got you. you cannot help but to get teary eyed, you are so full of love. these moments are what keeps you both going every day.
to michael, this is what he absolutely looks forward to every after rehearsal or performance. you. going home to you.
going backstage, he’s the first to run back and immediately fall into your welcoming embrace, lifting you up, everything mattered so much to him, music, the fans, his brothers, and especially the ache of wanting you.
seeing your eyes almost pricked a tear up, michael cannot help but to let out a stifled chuckle. his eyes also get teary from the beautiful and vulnerable sight of you. you are definitely something he’d want to grow old with. not having you temporary, but his constant. loving you more each day, because you will always be the lady in his life.
"my feet are killing me" michael spoke, whilst swaying with you.
you laughed so hard at him, making you almost fall into your knees that he had to catch you, "oh" michael gasped, didn't expect you to be so tickled at his confession.
leaving a peck on his lips as you walked into the kitchen "come on, angel face.. what do we make for dinner?"
"ooh yes!" michael clasped his hands. giddy walking into the kitchen following you.
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a/n: published this without proofread. so expect some flaws! had a cute prompt in mind so immediately decided to write it rn at 11 pm. who else here just loves otw fluff? (please raise ur hands) anyway, enjoy!
