MJ imagines

A Piece Of Art

Your POV
"Babe!" I hear Michael call from downstairs as I stand in our bedroom, in front of the large golden framed mirror, looking at my reflection, feeling disgusted, for I never accepted my body, never liked the way I walk, talk or smile. I have no self-confidence and no matter how many times Michael would tell me what a piece of art I am, I simply can't believe it, for my exes treated me like otherwise. "Yeah?!" I yelled back as I quickly put on my shorts and a red tank top. "Can you come down here for a sec?!" I put my hair in a ponytail "Yeah, comin" I yell as I head quickly downstairs, my feet carrying me swiftly to the living room where I heard Michael calling me. "There you are, I wanna try something" he says his teeth on full display, making my heart melt, for I feel like I'm falling in love all over again with those large, brown eyes. Suddenly I noticed a drawing brush, a palette of paint and a huge sheet of paper on the small wooden table behind him. I squint my eyes in confusion. "What's all this for?" I ask as he takes my hand, smiling and leading me to a chair placing me softly upon it, with his hands on my shoulders. "I wanna draw you, can I?" he giggles sweetly, his smile truly something else for it has me weak in the knees in seconds. "S-sure, but why?" I ask and he sits in his chair looking at the piece of paper then down at me. "Remember when I told you that you're a piece of art but you couldn't believe it ?" He asks in a soft tone, his lip being bitten between his pearly whites, making my breath get heavier and my vision blur. "Yeah, but you don't have to draw me to prove to me that you mean it, beacuse I know you do. But you know how I feel about myself. It's just  something I can't change." he sighs and chuckles lowly under his breath "See you don't get it. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and will ever see. And I want you to accept yourself. To see you walk confidently then flash that perfect  smile that never fails to take everybody's breath away, especially mine. I just want you to love yourself the way I do" he says softly but with so much passion as my eyes gloss over at such words, never hearing somebody talk to me like that, never having someone treat me like this. Suddenly, I jump and throw my arms around his neck, my lips clumsily latching to his as he moans sweetly and tangles his fingers in my hair, stroking gently. I remove my lips from his only to latch them to his neck in a second for I feel like I need to show him my love for God knows he deserves everything I can offer, if not even more. His head rolls back as I suck on his sweet, soft, caramel skin making him moan like I never heard from him before. High pitched and desperate as if he's in pain for I can feel his restraint at my domain, moaning slightly as I grind over him, his hands on my bottom, guiding me to a specific rhythm, taking each other slowly to paradise...

Finally! I can't say how sorry I am for not being able to update in such a long time, but I had some serious drama going on in school and in home, so I didn't really have the time to write something for ya' wich again, I'm deeply sorry for. Part 2 is coming soon, so stay tuned
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