(I know the pic is bad era but it was the only pic of him holding a phone while standing 😭 pretend it’s dangerous era mike)
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 (𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘵. 2)
𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘢!𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 • 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 • 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 • 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 • 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 • 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 • 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮! 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 • 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 • 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 • 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹 • 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 • 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 • 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘴 (𝘤𝘶𝘮 + 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢)
~ “I’ll have a car pick you up at noon tomorrow from your place. I’m hiding out right now… you know why. I need to see you. Wear the dress I sent over to you. All my LOVE, M.J.” ~
The note was delivered to your front door with a massive bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift box from Versace. You had just gotten back home from a hectic day at work, exhausted and drained. Upon bringing the items inside, you picked a single flower out from the vase and inhaled it. The floral aroma made your eyes closing as your mind filled with Michael and boy, did you miss him. A smile formed on your lips as you set the flower down and carefully opened up the box, revealing a black dress with elegant cut-outs and gold detailing. You felt a heady rush from the gifts, Michael always spoiled you rotten.
You went up to your bedroom to pack an overnight bag. You didn’t need much, your clothes were probably going to be taken off and thrown around by him anyway. You just made sure you had your essentials and got ready for bed.
You knew things were rough with him lately-it had prevented you two from seeing each other. The fact that he reached back out was a huge relief and a reminder that he was thinking of you.
The night felt eternal. Hours passed slowly even after you showered and got ready for bed. You slipped into your nightgown and the moment you felt yourself finally falling into a deep sleep, your landline rang. You let out a sharp, startled groan and picked up.
“Yea.” You murmured, eyes still closed and voice laced with sleep.
A faint chuckle emerged from the other line. His voice was unmistakable.
Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up a bit, propping yourself up on your elbow.
“You did… but it’s so good to hear your voice.” You sighed softly.
Michael was standing up as he used his apartment’s landline. He held the phone as he leaned against the wall.
“It’s good to hear yours too, my love. Did you get the flowers?”
“I did, I wanted to call you and thank you but I didn’t know how to reach you.”
“I know.. and I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It’s not any of your doing, you know that, right?”
“I do… but still, I miss you.”
“I apologize, sweetheart.” His voice was rough, sincere yet he composed himself. “I know my absence isn’t ideal. I just needed to get away from Neverland for a bit. It hasn’t been the happiest place to be in anymore-”
“I know baby, I'm not mad at you. I wish I could do something to help you.” You mumbled.
“Just continue being yourself. Be the same loyal, loving, patient, beautiful woman you have always been.”
You muttered a quiet and shy “thank you,” before falling into a comfortable silence.
“How long will I be able to see you tomorrow?” You began after a while.
“As long as you can… I’ve been staying somewhere for a couple of weeks now. I'm heading to Vegas next week if you’d like to come… I would really like for you to come with me, baby girl.” He stated.
“I’ll check my calendar to make sure, I would love to go with you, Michael.”
He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners a bit as he did so. He ran his index finger over his bottom lip before responding.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then? Please?” He asked hopefully.
“Mhm.. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll make sure to wear that dress too, papa.” You cooed into the receiver.
He let out a low noise and chuckled.
“Behave, y/n…” He teased.
“I haven’t done anything, at least not yet.”
“Keep that same attitude tomorrow and you’ll see what happens.”
His pants began to feel a bit tighter after he said that.
“y/n…” It came out as a warning now.
“I’m asking a perfectly normal question.” You chuckled, fingers tangled up into the coiled landline cord.
“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t know that about me.”
His head hit the wall behind him gently, his eyes fluttered shut for a second. He was now gripping the phone with his left hand, his right one toying with his belt buckle.
“I never said I didn’t like it, y/n,” He panted, pupils blown wide.
You crossed and uncrossed your legs, the heat pooling in your core. Your night gown riding up the slightest bit just added to the tension.
“I didn’t say you didn’t like it, did I?”
He let out a frustrated groan and finally unbuckled his pants. You knew him well enough to know what he was doing.
“Mm, you’re that impatient? Can’t wait for tomorrow, can’t you?”
“I want to.. just.. God, I need you, y/n.” He gasped, his voice all flustered and needy.
“What is it that you need?” You teased with a little smile.
“Baby… don’t-“ He resisted but it would be no use, he was weak when it came to you.
“Use your words… you’re a big boy.”
He shuddered and palmed himself.
“You, your body, your soul, your energy, everything. I want all of you, forever.” He confessed.
You sat up a bit as his words landed.
“Forever?” You repeated quietly.
“That’s exactly what I said.”
“I want that too, honey. More than anything.” You mumbled.
“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered
“I love you so much.” You said exasperatedly, he felt your words directly in his soul.
“Now, stop teasing me and go back to bed.” He mumbled, hands adjusting his balls.
“Fine, I'll make sure to take good care of you tomorrow.”
God, he loved it when you spoke like that to him.
“Yea, I know you will, princess.”
“That’s it, baby. Sleep well, muah.”
“You too, angel… I love you even though you drive me nuts.” He snickered.
You rolled your eyes and let out a hearty laugh.
“You’re so annoying.” Your head tilted back as you laughed.
He laughed on the other end and mumbled a quick “love you” before hanging up.
You kept the handset up to your ear for a few moments. After a long stretch of dead silence, the dial tone kicked back in. You set the headset back onto the cradle before letting out a sigh and sliding back down onto the bed. Sleeping became a bit easier now that you got to hear his voice.
You woke up the next morning with butterflies-that was normal whenever you were set to spend time with him. It didn’t matter how much time passed, he always made you giddy and as if it were the first time.
You allowed yourself to take the morning slow, focusing on making sure you left your things in place so you could fully focus on Michael. Before you knew it, you got ready for the car that was due to pick you up.
After styling your hair and applying a touch of makeup, you put on the dress. To say he knew how to dress you would be an understatement. He always picked out the finest garments and this one was no different. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places and made you feel so confident and sexy.
You slipped a pair of black heels he’d gotten you a while back to tie it all together. At exactly 12:00 pm, a sleek black Rolls Royce pulls up to your apartment complex. The doorman rings the intercom to let you know there’s a vehicle for you.
You lug your bag out of your apartment and lock the door behind you, riding the elevator down. The driver spots you and rushes over to help with your bag.
“Miss, let me help with that.”
“Why, thank you.” You muttered.
He walked over to open your door and get you inside. Your bag was placed in the neat carpeted trunk before the driver closed it with a loud metallic bang. He moved to the drivers side and slipped in, beginning your drive.
“Is everything alright for you back there, Miss?”
“Yes, thanks…I do have a question though.”
“Where exactly am I going?”
“Erm…sorry, Miss. Mister Jackson was specific about not sharing his exact whereabouts.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, of course he did.
“Right…thank you anyway!”
He gave a curt nod before raising the partition, smoothly driving from your apartment in Ventura to wherever Michael was.
The car ride was long, around forty minutes in you began to feel restless, at every red light you hoped you would finally arrive but the driver continued on. You attempted to keep yourself occupied-looking at the scenery, trying to take a nap, anything to make the time pass by faster.
You noticed you were being driven by Westwood and Westfield Century City. A couple minutes later, the driver pulled up to some gated condos. He was let through the gates and drove until he reached unit #2247. He left the car running as he got out to open your side of the door.
“It’s right up there, through the staircase. Pivot to your right and the front door is right there. I’ll be dropping your bag off momentarily.” The driver said politely.
“Great, thank you.” You said with a soft sigh, stretching your legs as you finally got out of the car.
You walked towards the stairway, heels clacking through the outdoor corridor. When you reached unit #2247, you knocked.
A few seconds passed before you heard the door unlocking with a loud clack and then swinging open. Michael was standing there, a black button up neatly tucked into his black slacks. His hair was down, a thick hairband was stretched over his wrist. He had no makeup on, only the slightest sheen of moisturizer on his skin. He looked breathtaking.
“Sweetheart, hi.” He cooed with a gentle smile, he reached out for your hand.
You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his torso.
“Oh Michael..” you murmured softly, overcome with emotion.
His hands found your hair, gently running his fingers through them. You two swayed gently as he held you closer.
“Missed you like crazy.” He whispered into your ear.
You shivered, legs feeling weak. Your hands ran up and down his back tenderly, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“I missed you. God, don’t ever disappear like that again.” You murmured.
He let out a soft sigh and nodded, his eyes closed.
“I know… I won’t, babydoll. Promise I won’t. I just had to get away from business people and phones… It hasn't been easy with-you know why.” He mumbled.
You pulled back enough to look at his face. His eyes were tired, not from lack of sleep, it was emotionally, mentally. You reached up to brush a loose tendril off his face and hummed.
“I know baby, I know… let’s step inside?” You asked softly.
He nodded and before he could close the door, the driver came up from the staircase holding your bag. Michael stepped inside to allow him to set it down. He greeted and thanked the driver before guiding him out and locking the door and sliding the door chain.
Michael turned to look at you letting out a breathy smile. You had let yourself sit down on the plush floral couch. Cross legged, your dress had ridden up and showed off your thighs. You looked up at him, eyes full of want and need. He placed his hands behind his back as he sauntered over to you. He stood right in front of you, his hand reached out to tilt your chin up towards him.
“You look beautiful, the dress looks incredible on you.” He whispered.
You blinked up at him through your eyelashes, humming seductively as you felt your cheeks warm up.
“Don’t act like you don’t know how good you look.” He grinned.
“I just wanna hear you say it.”
His grip on your chin tightened, pulling you closer.
“You’re so arrogant.” He teased, tilting his head to the side.
You managed to smile and swat his hand playfully. He quickly gripped your wrist.
“Aht, what was that for?” He giggled.
“You called me arrogant.”
“You know, I ought to teach you some manners for doing that.” He whispered.
Fuck. You felt yourself shiver, immediately reacting to his words.
Within seconds he had yanked you up by your wrist and pulled you close to his chest. He looked down at you, his lips ghosting over yours. Your mouth parted instinctively, melting into his body. His hand let go of your wrist and tangled up into your hair.
“Didn’t I tell you to behave yourself last night?” He muttered.
His eyebrows raised up, jaw setting in place firmly. His hands slid down to your waist, squeezing gently.
“And I expect you to listen. Is that too hard for you to do?”
You let out a frustrated sigh and bit the inside of your cheek.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it.”
Oh, that was it for him. He pressed his lips against yours harshly. His hands moved to your hips and then to your ass, kneading it roughly. You groaned into his mouth and gripped onto his bicep. He pulled back and guided you towards his bedroom.
He walked you to his bed, sitting you down with a solid thud. You let out a soft breath as you sunk onto the edge of the mattress. He stood in front of you, his dick hard in his pants. He couldn’t even attempt to hide how affected he was.
You reached behind you to unzip your dress. He watched you intensely as you let the dress slip off your shoulders, he helped you slide it off over your heels and threw it off to the side. The cool air in his bedroom made your nipples harden. He reached out to grip your chin again.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He whispered.
“Depends… which one has a better outcome for me?” You murmured.
He bit back a groan before shaking his head.
“So, you’re not gonna be good for me? Guess I’ll just have to go ahead and make sure you learn how to listen.”
He unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down and staring at you as he throbbed behind his white briefs. You bit your lip and began to massage your tits. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. You took your time sliding off the bed and kneeling down in front of him. You looked up at him as your manicured fingernails hooked on the side of his briefs. You tugged them down slowly before he used his hands to speed you up.
Once he was exposed to you, he gently brushed your hair back. Making sure it wasn’t in your way. You wrapped your hand around his shaft. Peppering tiny kisses around his tip. He shuddered and closed his eyes, his fingers now gripping your hair tightly.
You lubricated the head with some of your saliva, using your hand to spread it down his shaft. Massaging his length. His hips bucked forwards, his head now tilted back and his mouth parting to let out the slightest hiss of a shudder. He was completely blissed out. Then, you wrapped your mouth around his dick, slowly lowering your mouth.
“Oh, baby.” He whispered.
You let out an amused hum before moving your hands to hold onto his hips. Your eyes closed as you sucked him a little more now. Letting your throat become loose and pliable for him. He was groaning and sighing pleasurably.
Your head bobbed up and down, picking up the pace with his moans and grunts serving as your motivation. His grip never loosened on your hair. You felt yourself throbbing and wetting the thin fabric of your black g-string with your arousal.
Michael’s cock felt so good filling up your mouth and he kept thrusting himself deeper into your mouth. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth taking him and his moans. Eventually, he was so far back you kept gagging. When you pulled away to get some air, a string of your saliva mixed with his pre-cum dangled down your chin.
He looked down at you, his eyes low. He used his thumb to wipe it off. Your lips were plump and your lipstick was all smeared.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Such a mess.” He whispered softly.
You pressed your lips against his thumb tenderly, looking up at him as you peppered tiny kisses. He breathed deeply, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You sucked his thumb, humming softly. He pulled his thumb out with a tiny pop, eyes transfixed on your lips.
“Okay, that’s enough… I wanna be inside you.”
You couldn’t hide your smile as you stood up off the floor. You grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. He kissed back harder, tasting himself on you. He smacked your ass roughly, massaging it after to help with the sting.
You pulled back and moved to get on the bed. You positioned yourself on your hands and knees, ass facing him. You made a little show of yourself as you began to lower the g-string. Michael felt himself shaking with need when you looked back at him and uncovered your pussy to him. He stroked himself as he watched you, a shaky sigh escaping from his lips. He had managed to unbutton his shirt and throw it onto the floor somewhere, landing around your dress.
You bit your lip and felt him pulling your hips towards him. He helped remove the g-string completely off you. You lowered your chest down against the mattress, your pussy facing up. He used his hands to spread your legs apart, completely in awe of how beautiful you were.
He began to position himself against your opening, his knee keeping your legs apart. You used your hands to open yourself a little more. His length stretched you in a way that stung yet felt so good. Your moans were muffled by the mattress as your face pressed into it. When Michael bottomed out, fully inside you, he took a few moments to just feel you around him.
“Oh, you feel so good.” He whispered, head tilted back.
You whimpered and fisted the comforter. You were so impatient, needing him to give you what you wanted. You began to move yourself to which Michael quickly gripped your hips, stopping your movements. He snaked his hands to the front of your chest and pulled you back towards him, making you arch your back.
“You’re the naughtiest girl ever. You’re disobedient and you still have the audacity to do whatever you want?” He muttered gruffly against your ear.
You couldn’t help yourself, you wanted to move your hips-you needed anything to soothe the ache you felt.
“You’re taking too long-“ you huffed impatiently.
He shook his head. You even felt caged from the new position. His hands cupped your breasts, the entirety of his hands covering them almost fully.
“When I give you what you want, I don’t want you to move. I don’t want you to cum until I know for certain that you’ve learned your lesson. Understood?” He taunted.
You nodded, desperate for him to give into you. His hands squeezed your breasts rougher.
He let out an unamused scoff.
“Yes, Michael, I understand.”
He let out a hum of approval and smiled softly, using one hand to move your hair off your face.
Without warning, he gave a hard thrust and began to fuck you. You couldn’t hold back your noises, immediately entering a state of ecstasy where all that mattered was how good he was making you feel.
He was relentless, usually he liked to take his time and make love to you. Passionately and lovingly. This was different. He was ferocious and unforgiving.
“Fuck! Michael… Just like that.” You cried out.
One of his hands snaked over your chest and rested firmly against your neck. Not choking you but enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
He was grunting, his loose hair brushing against the sides of your face. The way his curls framed his face was ethereal, he looked like a god. His forehead was slick with sweat but not enough where it rolled off him.
“It feels nice, huh?” He cooed against your jaw.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, utterly lost for words.
“So good, daddy. So good.” You mumbled.
His other hand slid from your chest and over your abdomen until he reached your clit. Once his long fingers hit the sensitive bundle of nerves, you felt your walls clenching around him.
You cried out in pure bliss, not caring what you sounded like. The pretty moans you made in the beginning were completely replaced by the orgasmic and raw ones that came from the deepest part of your core. These were the ones Michael preferred anyway.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me, now. See how easy it is to be good?” He grunted.
Your hips moved along with his, your clit chasing his fingers as he drilled you from behind. Your fingernails dug into his thighs the harder he went.
“Y-yes, I understand. I’m so sorry for being so naughty.”
Your words barely came out of you, there was a slight pause at the end of each word due to how forceful his thrusts were.
“Oh, if only it were that easy.” He whispered.
Michael stilled his movements to change positions. He pulled out of you and made you lie on your back. You were in a cloudy daze, completely at his mercy. All breathless and pliable for him. He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you closer to him, pushing your hips up so your knees bent towards your chest.
His cock, thick with a throbbing head, rubbed against your puffy lips. He tapped his tip against your clit, making you squirm underneath him.
He watched you closely, taking in every single detail. He began to slide his cock back into you. Your hole eagerly taking him in. When fully in, he let out another ragged breath. He dropped his head down and kissed along your neck.
“I could do this all day, babydoll. We fit together perfectly, it’s like you were made for me to fill up.” He murmured as he began to fuck you slowly.
You hummed, fingers tangling carefully into his hair. You could barely form words at this point.
“Oh, angel.” He panted as he picked up the pace again.
His thrusts made the headboard hit the wall relentlessly. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your release.
“Mmh-Michael! I-I’m so close!” You cried out, the built up pressure in your lower abdomen getting ready to explode.
He kept going, hips rolling in and out of you. His hair covered his face a bit but it was contorted in pure ecstasy. His jaw was clenched tightly as if to hold back his breathy grunts and hisses.
Your toes curled tightly together, feeling your pussy pulsating around him. The sounds of your wetness drove him wild, almost salivating at how sweet and dripping you were-and it was all his doing.
You were able to hold on for a few moments before he began to hit that spot that turned your brain into pure mush. Your voice grew raspy with how raw and ragged your moans were. You didn’t care who heard or knew how good he made you feel.
“Keep fucking me like that. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t fucking stop!” You squealed.
Michael was on the edge as well, eager for you to cum before reaching his high.
“You wanna let go? You feel yourself getting closer? You think you learned your lesson, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Michael. I learned my lesson, I will always listen to you. Always. Please, I-I’ve been so good.”
“Mm…That’s my girl.” He hummed approvingly.
Just from his praise, your walls began to flutter. Your head pressed back further into the mattress and your jaw went slack.
“You can cum for me now, princess. Go ahead.” He gritted out, shifting a bit to hit your g-spot from a new angle.
You were in a possessed trance of pure orgasmic pleasure. You couldn’t make any noise from how hard you were cumming. Your eyes rolled back, your head lolled to the side. It wasn’t until the initial aftershocks began for you to cry out for him-gasping and repeating his name as if it was the only thing that mattered to you.
He watched you fall apart completely for him. The sight alone made his cock throb even more. The way you gushed around him, making it easier for him to continue plowing deeper into you. Completely dragging out your orgasm. It made him reach his own high, letting out shallow grunts. His thighs trembled as he spilled his warm seed into you. Your sensitive walls milked him until he ceased to ejaculate.
You were both sweaty and blissed-out messes. Michael’s body went limp as he collapsed on top of you for a few moments. You two stayed in a silent bubble of gratification and exhaustion. The sounds of shuddering were the only indications of you two being there.
Eventually, Michael pressed tiny kisses on your shoulder. He weakly peeled himself off you, pulling out his now flaccid cock. Your opening instinctively pushed out a mix of each other's cum. Michael watched pleasantly, his fingers moving around your swollen lips and cooing gently.
“Look at that, baby.” He whispered, “That’s our love right there. You’re so beautiful.”
Your eyes rested lowly, you let out a tiny sigh as his fingers gathered some of the essence out of you.
“Shhh, I know…I know, pretty girl.” He murmured soothingly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
With the gentlest touch, he helped you off the bed and guided you into his bathroom. What ensued was the most tender and loving actions of aftercare. He made sure you were okay every step of the way, humming softly to himself as he got the both of you clean. You noticed a tiny bruise on your hips from earlier and pointed it out.
“Baby, look.” You positioned your body so that he could see your hip.
He frowned slightly, his eyebrows knitting together the slightest bit.
“Oh angel, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt? God, please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
You smiled softly, fingers reaching up to cradle his cheek.
“You did no such thing.” You chuckled, “I kinda like it, it’s kinda like a reminder of what we did…and how good it felt, and how good you are.”
His eyes flashed a hint of possessiveness at that, but it dissipated into a bit of coyness.
“You’re insatiable.” He giggled.
You giggled along with him, moving to rest your head on his bare chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.
Michael being fully naked in front of you was something new to the both of you. It happened very gradually, his insecurities only allowing him to show specific parts of his body. He knew most people didn’t understand his condition, it petrified him to think you might find him to be unattractive. He didn’t want to scare you away. Once he noticed that you never ran from him and you sought him out even more than expected, was everything he could ever want. You were in pure awe of his beauty, never making a mockery of him. He felt safe enough to be himself, to show himself fully to you.
You placed a delicate hand over his chest, tiny spots of beautiful brown skin speckled randomly across his body at various degrees of discoloration. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. He held you close, his shoulders dropping once he felt reassured that you weren’t disgusted by him.
“You’re the only person I trust enough to see me like this. Especially after what I've gone through this past December…you make me feel like I'm normal. Like I don't have to be scared of myself or how I look.”
“Baby, of course you’re normal-“
“I’m not. It’s what’s been said about me my whole life and I dunno maybe they’re right.”
“Don’t start that, Michael. You’ve just had a different life experience than most people. That doesn’t mean anything. You’re still the greatest human being alive. You’re the most beautiful one too.” Your voice softened.
“That place is already taken by you.” He whispered.
You hummed softly and went up on your tippy toes to place a tender kiss on his lip.
“I’m deeply in love with you, Michael Jackson.” You muttered softly against his lips.
He let out a timid laugh, his cheekbones pointing out from his big smile. His eyes avoided yours for a moment before gazing at you.
“You have to proclaim my full name?” He snorted.
You couldn’t hold back your smile eight, burying your face back into his neck.
“Don’t make fun of me.” Your voice was muffled against his skin, the vibrations of your voice making him shiver.
His smile softened and he cradled the back of your head, placing soft kisses on the top of your head.
“I’m not, you’re just so sweet. I am crazy about you, sweetheart. Deeply and madly in love. You make me so happy.” He whispered.
The both of you held each other tightly for a few moments before pulling apart and getting back into his bed. The way his comforter and pillows were all strewn across the mattress was almost comical. It served as a visual reminder of what you two did. He got in first, pulling you in once he got comfortable. Your head instinctively found that sweet spot between his chest and shoulders, fitting perfectly into him. You let out a content sigh. His fingers traced down your bare spine soothingly. His eyes drooped the tiniest bit yet the faintest hint of a smile rested on his lips.
“Please stay with me. I can’t bear to keep you away from me anymore. Come with me to Vegas. Just clear out your schedule-“ He started softly.
“Michael, I’ve got to work. I can take a couple of days but I have to go back eventually-“
“I’ve told you before that you don’t have to work anymore. I can take care of you.” He said firmly.
“So? Look, I really want to take this to the next step. I can see you being my wife and the mother of my children. I want us to be a family. I don’t want to disappear on you anymore. The amount of love and patience you’ve shown me is immeasurable. Let me make things easier for you, I want to.”
You processed his words, you didn’t expect him to confess himself to you in that way. It’d be a lie to say that his offer didn’t sound amazing. However, you also enjoyed your job, your independence, and your freedom. Ultimately, your love for him superseded everything else and you really wanted to accept his offer.
“Michael, I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to make a decision right now, just come with me to Vegas and we’ll go from there. I can call your job to get you those days off. You don’t have to stress about anything anymore.” He muttered into your hair.
You closed your eyes and nodded.
“Okay, I’ll go with you.”
He smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, angel. Thank you.” He held you tighter against his body.
“I love you.” You mumbled.
“I love you more, sweetheart. More than anything else in this world.” He whispered.
Before you could respond, you drifted off into a restful sleep. Michael had been having trouble sleeping for a while, so he just watched you for a while. Eventually, he managed to rest his eyes for a few moments, waking every couple of hours or so to check on you and how you were sleeping.
His mind was filled with the possibilities of what you two could have together. And all the ways he could make you happy. Suddenly, running away didn’t feel like something he had to do anymore. Things fall into place when he’s with you.
Author’s note: this fic is FINALLY OUT! I’d been writing it for ages and it survived many instances of writers block! Lmk if a pt 2 is wanted. I have some ideas for a continuation of this fic! I hope I characterized soft dom!michael well! I was geeking the entire time I wrote the sex scenes 😭 as always feedback is always appreciated!
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