clingy!michael who can’t go five minutes without touching you somehow. his hands need to feel your hair that he twirls between his fingers, your hands that are so unbelievably soft to him, and your legs that he kneads and squeezes.
clingy!michael who cuddles you everywhere and doesn’t care who’s looking. he’ll be messing around with the knobs on the soundboard, reaching past you while you sit on his lap. he tells you everything about what each button does, looking over to you every now and then to see if you’re still listening.
clingy!michael who pouts and becomes grumpy when you leave for work. “just stay for 5 more minutes? c’mon love, just cuddle for a little longer?”
clingy!michael who stays up till you get back late at night. his eyelids are becoming heavier with every passing minute. by the time you get home, he’s smiling from ear to ear, walking up you with quick steps with your blanket that smells of you wrapped around him, “gosh baby, i missed you.. i’d love to hear about your night.” he says through a big yawn.
clingy!michael who takes pictures of you anytime he can. you don’t even have to be posing for him. you could be writing poetry at your desk, or in the garden cloud-gazing with all his exotic animals lying around you. he wants to treasure you forever.
clingy!michael who wants to do date nights at home every night so you two won’t be surrounded by the loud environment of the city, worrying that fans and paparazzi will ruin your night. he’ll go to movie rental stores undercover and pick out a marathon of his and yours favourite movies, or write a detailed list for bill to pick up your favourite snacks and movies if he’s feeling too tired. he just wants you all to himself.
clingy!michael who still can’t believe he got so lucky with you. in the night with a full moon shining bright through the sheer curtains, he makes out each feature of your body like he’s memorised it. he traces his fingers against your hipbones, your shoulders, your inner thighs, and your perfect face. “it’s like you were sent from the heavens for me… i don’t know what i did to deserve this.” he whispers, mouth agape and eyes wide, “maybe it’s all the praying… my prayers were answered when i first laid eyes on you.”
yaaay i love U clingy michael GOD fuck he needs to come back.
