A slow fire begins to spread across your cheeks and you become dumbly aware of your jaw slackening, the image of Michael standing in the doorway instantly grabbing your attention.
“Wh-What?” You ask, eyes widening as he slowly walks into the bedroom, sculpted arms crossed across his chest. His eyes, normally so bright and vibrant, are clouded with a deep desire, something burning fiercely within.
“I know you touched yourself when I was out,” You shiver, waiting stiffly as Michael gradually moves closer, his exterior tough. “And you’re not allowed to do that, are you?”
Softly, you shake your head into a no but secretly you’re celebrating. It was your intention to cause trouble as the way Michael reacts always results in a punishment, usually an extremely pleasureful punishment.
“Words, baby,” He chimes, turning his back to begin searching through a box entitled ‘play’.
You swallow, the sound catching in the back of your throat. “No, Michael.”
Michaels the type to propose to you while you’re making out. Like, you’d be sitting on his lap, legs swung around his hips, your hands tangled in his hair. He would be running his fingers over your lower back and hips, humming into your mouth. But then he’d suddenly stop moving his lips in sync with yours, and when you opened your eyes you would find his already staring at you. You would pull away to ask what was wrong, and he’d blurt out “Let’s get married.” You’d frown and ask “What?” And he’d be grinning now, nodding his head as if what he had just said had only occurred to him that very second. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get married.” “Is this you proposing, Clifford?” You would question, your hands intertwined with his. “Y-yeah. I think so.” He stuttered, suddenly getting slightly nervous as to your answer. You’d laugh. “Say the words.” He took a deep breath. “Y/N, will you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?” He said, flashing his award winning smile. “Of course I will, baby.”
imagine Michael standing outside your school and since you’ve rejected him before when he courted you, he wanted to give it another shit.
he’ll be dressed up in a leather jacket and some ankle boots he’d borrow from Luke and lean on the school wall with the support of his arm where you would always go out in. once he sees you, he’ll say, “Heard you like bad boys, huh?” After that he’ll just go grab a cigarette and the lighter he stole from Calum’s backpack, putting it between his lips and cupping his hands around it, learning from watching Calum and once he takes a puff of it, he’ll completely have a cough breakdown and when he’s just about to recover from it, his arm would slip from the wall and then he’ll just fall down the ground. He’ll madly blush, pouting when he sees your amused state and says, “It was supposed to be cool.”