Michael Jackson Imagines

Really Michael?

You and Michael were on a very lovely vacation, in Mexico. We spent time on the beach, trying new foods, and swimming with sea animals. It was great until one night.

"Are you ready my beautiful wife?" Michael asks, while he looks at you in shock. You both were going out to dinner, and you had just finished changing into a pretty sun dress.

"Michael, do you want to say something?" You ask, while smirking as you finishing putting on your earrings, "you're very beautiful." He says, as he blushes.

We both walk out of our hotel room, and walk down to the lobby. You get at glance at Michael, who's wearing a sexy lime green button up and slacks.

Wow. He's so beautiful. You think to yourself, continuing to stare at his beauty.

"You like what you're seeing?" Michael asks, as he winks at you. "Indeed." He kisses you softly on the lips, before hopping in the limo.

We get to the restaurant and we're seated. "It's a beautiful evening." You say, glancing off into the beautiful orange sunset.

"It is so beautiful, peaceful." Michael admits, as he smiles off into the distance. "I'm even more happier to be here with you." He says, bringing his eyes back to you.

The waiter takes our order and heads back to prepare our food.

He grabs your hand from across the table, and rubs it with his thumb softly. "I love you so much." You exclaim.

"I love you more than everything." He confesses, keeping eye contact.

Soon, the waiter brings over our food and a bottle of red wine. Michael pours a glass for the both of us, and we start to eat our delicious looking food.

We talk throughout the whole night, finishing off the entire bottle of wine. You only had 2 glasses, but Michael kept drinking.

Soon, the waiter brings another bottle over. Michael goes to pour another glass, "don't you think you've had enough?" You question.

"I'm just getting started." He says, smiling. You glance at the time, and 20 minutes later, almost half the bottle is gone, and he is drunk off his ass.

"Michael, let's go. I'm tired." You explain, as you help him stand. "Baby, where are we going?" He asks. "The hotel." You say.

You walk him out to the limo and head back to the hotel.

Once you reach the hotel, you drag him into the elevator, and up to the room.

"I really want to kiss you." He says, as he grabs your face and starts planting kisses all over it.

"Michael stop." You plead, as you shut the door, behind you.

Michael starts getting aggressive and pushes you on the bed, while climbing on top of you, kissing you.

"Michael! Stop!" You shout, pushing him off of you. "What's the problem?" He says, innocently.

"You!" You say. "Me!?" Michael questions. "You had to get drunk, Michael and ruin a nice night." You explain, as you run your hands through your hair.

"What's wrong, so what if I got a little drunk! I'm just enjoying myself! You don't have to be so strict." He shouts.

"Strict? Michael you can enjoy yourself, but you have be cautious." You explain. "Gosh, how ignorant are you?!" You say, throwing your bag on the bed next to Michael.

Michael gets up from the bed, "ignorant? Really? Just leave me alone." He says. "Where am I supposed to go? I don't even want to sleep with you, all drunk and everything." You shout.

"It's all your fault!" You shout, as you walk into the bathroom.

Michael grabs your wrist, as you walk out of the bathroom. "Michael let go of me!" You say, as you start to get scared.

He pushes you up against the wall, and slaps you across the face. You scream, as you fall to your knees. "Fuck you!" You scream, as you shove Michael onto the floor.

He looks shocked, like he couldn't believe what he had just done.

"Fuck." Michael says, before running into the bathroom and throwing up.

You cry, smudging your makeup, as you pack your shit. You were leaving.

You change into jeans and a hoodie, and grab everything, before leaving. "Y/n! Wait!" Michael screams. You slam the door anyway, and walk away. Michael runs out of the hotel room, before going back into the room to throw up.

You can't help, but feel bad, but no one ever touches you, like that. The only thing that makes it more heartbreaking is that you would never expect Michael do something like that.

You hop into the limo and drive to the airport, where you hop onto a flight back to California, leaving drunk Michael in Mexico.

You cry, on the way home completely heartbroken. Take me away.

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