Michael Jackson Imagines

Don't Believe It (Bad Era)

Warning!; Strong Language, Don't read if you get offended very easily from curse words. Thank you!

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

Michael was expected home more than an hour ago. I wonder what's keeping him? I'll give him a call and check if he answers. The phone rings and rings until it goes to voicemail. Damn it! Frustrated, I decide to turn on the TV and sit on the couch. Hopefully, there's something interesting on, so I tune in to the news.

"Breaking News! The "King of Pop" Michael Jackson was seen leaving Tatiana's house, and it appears that he's had a bit of a good time! What will his girlfriend, (Y/N) think of this? Coming up nex-"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I switch off the TV with such anger. He seemed to be enjoying himself, with lipstick on his cheek and neck. He's in for it when he gets back! As I start to stand up, Michael enters and stops in his tracks. I tap my foot in frustration.

"Got something you want to say to me Michael, huh?" Raising my voice at the end of my sentence. He looks at me and sighs. This better be good.

"(Y/N), let me expla-"

"Oh come on, seriously, let's drop the nonsense because I know you were with someone. I mean, those lipstick marks on your face and neck don't lie. And to top it off, it's all over the news." I snapped, not letting him finish what he had to say. I felt tears start to run down my face.

"(Y/N), please! She came on to me!" He raises his voice a little frustrated. I laugh out loud while wiping away my tears. I approached Michael, pressing my index finger into his chest as his back hit the wall.

"So you're telling me that for an hour and a half, you were with Tatiana and absolutely nothing happened? Michael, look at yourself. You better come up with something a little more convincing than that."

"(Y/N), will you stop for a minute, I'm trying to speak and you keep cutting me off!" He said biting his lip trying not to get angry. I breathe in and let out a loud sigh.

"If this is how our relationship will be from now on - with you constantly out late and giving me poor excuses - then it's over." My voice starting to crack at the end. I headed to our shared room, with him trailing behind me.

"You can't be serious right now! Will you stop for a minute?" I could hear him yelling as I made it to our bedroom and slammed the door in Michael's face before he could come in. "Baby girl, please can I come in? I want to explain everything." He muttered from behind the door, his voice muffled. After a brief pause, he twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. Reacting swiftly, I seized the closest item - a glass vase - and hurled it towards him. Michael managed to evade the vase, which shattered on impact the minute it made contact with the wall.Michael turns to look at me, this time with an angry glare.Seeing that look on his face meant trouble but I remained unfazed.

"Stay away from me." I growl.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Michael's voice had a hint of unhappiness. Just as I was about to reach something else to hurl at him, Michael briskly pushed me against the wall, snatching the object from my grasp and tossing it aside. Michael firmly pinned my hands on either side of my head, making it clear that escape was futile.His strength far surpassed mine, so there was no way I was getting out of his grip. "Right, you need to listen and look at me." I did as he said. His dark, brown eyes were fixed on mine.

"What..." I hiss at him.

"Tatiana doesn't mean anything to me. She approached me. It all started off as a friendly hangout. Quincy joined us at the bar for a few drinks. Quincy and I were chatting about my upcoming album, and once that conversation was over,  Quincy left and it was just Tatiana and me. That's why it took me so long to come back to you. Tatiana had a bit too much to drink. Being the gentleman that I am, I took her home. We ended up in her bedroom because she claimed to be tired. But when I tried to leave, she surprised me with a kiss and went for my neck straight after, leaving lipstick marks. I pushed her off and left her place as quick as I could, wanting to come straight back to you. Do you believe me? Because if you don't and this may sound crazy, but I would even take a lie detector test." He gazes at me, his eyes welling up with tears, nervously biting his lip. My anger-filled face now transforms into one filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry.I just... I-I thought that you were cheat-." Michael interrupted me by pressing his lips against mine. Our lips moved together in perfect harmony for a brief moment. As we pulled apart, I completely forgot what I had intended to say.

"(Y/N), I would never cheat on you." Michael whispered against my lips.

"I should've let you talk, but knowing me I wouldn't have listened anyway." I look down, feeling a hint of embarrassment.

"Hey..." Michael lifts my chin up with his index finger. "it's okay, love." He flashes a warmhearted smile.

"Let me make it up to you." I look at Michael with puppy dog eyes. He couldn't help but laugh.

"How are you going to make it up to me? Food? A movie? Cuddling?" Michael asks curiously.

"Well I was thinking..." I trail off and start to slowly unbutton his top as he looks down at me and bites his lip.

"Oh, so that's what you have in mind?" Michael flashes a grin at me and I give a nod. "Well, consider it done, and by the way, you look absolutely fucking sexy when you're angry." He says in a husky voice as he gently lifts me up and carries me towards the bed.

"Well, make me mad more often, baby boy." I stare at him lovingly. This was going to be a long night. Let's just say I was completely forgiven and he was 100% satisfied.

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