Michael Jackson Imagines

Obsessed (Thriller Era)

Warning: Sexual Content and Strong Language

Michael's P.O.V

After a hard day at the studio, I drive home, feeling exhausted. Every time I head home, I always grin because I know I'm going home  to the sweetest and most loving person I've ever met. I've been married to (Y/N) for a year, and it's been wonderful.

I park in the driveway and get out of my car, locking it and walk up to my front door. I open the door and close it behind me then look around to see if my wife was here.

"(Y/N), are you home?" I shout a little and set my keys down on the table.

"Hang on, honey I'll be down in a second!" (Y/N) shouts back, I smiled hearing her voice.

I love (Y/N) with all of my heart. I met (Y/N) a few months after my breakup with Chloe. I felt uncomfortable about the circumstance I was in because Chloe was infatuated with me and seemed to be observing everything I did. She would come and get me if I didn't get home on time and if I didn't call her when I said I would, she would become angry and scream down the phone at me. With (Y/N), it's completely different. She trusts me and doesn't act crazy. (I'm sorry if your name is Chloe, don't hate me. Swap the name for someone you may not like 😁)

I hear (Y/N) walking downstairs and saw me at the bottom, rushing over to me and giving me a hug.

"Hi, baby. How was work today?" she pecks my lips and quickly pulls away.

"Hi, my love. I'm good, we have something good in store for my next album. I can't show you yet but when I can, you'll be the first to know." I grin at her with my arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'll be looking forward to hearing it. You're in a different outfit, did you change before you left work? I'm guessing you have plans already made?" she asks as I let go of her.

"Yes, I did. Fancy dinner at our favourite restaurant?" I question.

The restaurant I want to take her to is a place called "Pepe's Italian Restaurant" we went on our first date and I proposed to her 2 years later.

"Yes please! I love Pepe's Italian Restaurant!" (Y/N) squeals whilst clapping her hands in excitement.

"Good, because I booked a table for us at 7 this evening. Go get yourself ready, dress really nice." I grin at her. (Y/N) dashes back up the stairs. I hear footsteps hit the floor back and forth in our shared bedroom.

I look at my watch to check the time. It was 6:25pm and (Y/N) must have finished getting ready as I hear her come down the stairs.

My mouth sprung open. (Y/N) is standing there wearing a long black dress that perfectly hugs her figure, black shoes, and makeup that just made her look more mesmerising.

"I think I should cancel our plans and remove that dress off of you." I say in a husky tone, walking over to her.

"Michael. Let's have food first and then see where the rest of the evening takes us." (Y/N) responds followed by a giggle.

"Very well. Come with me Mrs. Jackson." I take her hand, grab my keys and head to the car.

I opened the car door for my wife to get in. I close the door once she's in and jog over to the drivers side, hopping in and start the engine up, ready to go.

*At Pepe's Restaurant*

"Welcome to Pepe's, can I take your name?" The kind gentleman at the front asks.

"Mr and Mrs Jackson for 7." I answer as the guy checks the register.

"Of course, you're seated at table 2, just over there." He points over to the table that's over in the corner.