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after another hour, you were hammered, you couldn’t stand upright without michael needing to grip your waist for your stability, you were giggling and holding onto his nape for dear life, your fingers grazing his erogenous spots, giving him actual shivers, and at some point, you had attempted to kiss him, you had gotten pretty close, your lips grazing the corner of his lips, giggling when he started getting flustered and cupping his cheek in this romantic way.. you were obviously too drunk to take good care of yourself at home and michael was well aware, maybe it wouldn’t be you who was taking someone home, maybe a certain someone was taking YOU home. he had called bill to get you guys a ride back to his place, he knows youre way too drunk to even mutter out you’re address in one clean sentence. you fell over trying to walk down the grand stairs, your high heels pinging off with a “cling” noise. at this rate, michael was laughing subtly at you’re clumsiness, yet still trying to help you to a safe space. he dangles you’re high heels on his fingers, swiping you up and carrying you into bills car. once the car got here, michael couldn’t seem to stop touching you in some way, his hand grabbing and squeezing your inner thigh and much more. he could barely wait to get you home and…look after you
after 20 minutes of driving, you were all over michael, nibbling and sucking on his neck like a starved woman, well..you were..touch starved at least.
by the time you had gotten to his mansion he was holding onto your waist with one hand and subtly palming your crotch with the other, desperately listening to your noises as you gasped in his ear, his lower half slowly twitching to life, you let out a soft giggle and a gasp when you felt his arms wrap around your body, picking you up as he took you to his front door, whispering things he wanted to do to you in your ear
you felt like you were in a dream, your body was writhing with ecstasy, your senses heightened from the alcohol, every time michael touched you in this tentative way that made you see stars, he had sat you down on his dining table, standing in between your legs, gently rubbing your soft skin. “oh my, y/n, you’ve had a rough night haven’t you” he softly laughed as he wiped the makeup off your face using one of his fresh pocket squares. you tried to mutter something out, but at this point michael wasn’t even listening because he knew he wouldn’t be able to understand anyways. “can’t hear you” he teasingly coed out in a sing songy voice, caressing your face, finally taking off his diamond embroidered glove, his vitiligo blended into his caramel skin like creamer with coffee, it was beautiful, you gently grabbed his wrist and started kissing down his wrist, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin there, watching and studying michael’s expression carefully, looking for any trace of enjoyment or more like hunger, and there was plenty. “you’re g-gorgeous, mike…”
you barely managed to say. “i know” michael said jokingly, laughing quietly before grabbing you around the waist and escorting you carefully up the grand stairs. michael was watching you like a hawk, making sure you were safe, even though you were safe in his arms already. echoes filled the room as you heaved at the top of the stairs, after all, that alcohol didn’t absorb very well…..you yelped as you stumbled to the bathroom, trying not to throw up on the spot, eventually falling to the ground and crawling over to the toilet bowl. michael quickly grasped all your hair in his hand, prepared to comfort you during this..scene. “dont worry darling,” he said as he rubbed you’re back. clearly you’ve had a bit too much to drink..
after your violent fit of puking, your stomach cramped and you shoved your face in his lap, embarrassed and in pain, michael gently patted your back soothingly and wiped saliva from around your mouth, wrapping his arms around you and carrying you into his bedroom.
he gently laid you on his bed and put a blanket over you, trying to ease you’re pain as he couldn’t BEAR seeing a damsel in distress. y/n barely managed to drink the water resting on the bedside table without throwing it all back up again…”crap.. maybe i shouldn’t have drank all that… i’m a light weight” you said as he looked into your eyes and combed your messy hair strands behind your ear, taking a moment to appreciate your bare features. he helped you get dressed, as you were blacked out, you barely had enough composure to even speak….never mind continue what was going before “i-i’m really sorry, michael i don’t think i can keep goi—“ your words was cut short as you were quickly shut up by a soft kiss to your lips before pulling off and speaking
“i wasn’t expecting you to, we can continue where we left off a different time, maybe not so much to drink next time” he chuckled out, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
in the morning, you woke up to a sleeping shirtless michael, his arm holding your waist, you were in Michaels own clothes, due to the fact you puked all over yourself, but you couldn’t remember that so you assumed that you did the deed with THE michael jackson. you tried to sit up but the arm around you and the hangover you were currently experiencing stopped you, a pathetic whine escapes michael’s lips as he pulls you closer
“you hungry..?” he mumbled as he sat up
“i-i’m sorry i can’t remember a thing that happened, w-why am i in michael jacksons bed half naked?” you say, in awe of the man’s sheer beauty even while he was half awake. “oh-don’t worry i get it” he chuckled out. “to put it in simply, you had a bit much to drink and..you were far too drunk to get home on you’re own.. and a few things happened but don’t worry you started puking before anything could happen forreal”
he said as he stood up and started fixing his hair in the mirror, his curls falling perfectly into place as he tussled them around. you were glad to hear this as you definitely did need help last night, after all you couldn’t take too many drinks before seeing them again in an hour in the toilet…
“well….thank you f-for helping me….can i use your phone?” y/n stuttered as she stood up. mj gave her a nod of approval and pointed down the hallway to his house phone. y/n walked over to the phone and dialled in her assistants numbers, twirling the phone cord waiting for a reply. “hello..?” her assistant asked
“h-hello? natalie? it’s me y/n”
“y/n? where have you been all night? i’ve been looking for you all night and morning!”
“i-i’m at.. at michael jackson’s place… i-i think we did..something”
“something?” natalie’s voice echoed on the other side of the line “y/n we don’t have time for this you have a photoshoo— wait michael jackson?”
“y/n..? um.. i kinda want you to stay for a little while”. michael’s voice cut through, he sounded so cute and desperate
“c-cancel the photo shoot! it can wait” she said as she hung up, turning around to look at michael, her heart racing, “s- so.. what exactly did we do last night?”
“i’ll show you..” he said as he cupped her face