Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Jamie," Michael sighs loudly, walking into my house without permission. 

Who does this boy think he is. 

"What, Michael?" I ask, walking out of my room in my robe and my hair tied up in a messy bun, "What the fuck do you want." I ask, placing my hands on my hips. 

"Why are you in a robe?" he asks, getting distracted by my appearance. 

"Does it matter?" I scoff, folding my arms. 

"Why you always gotta have attitude?" he scoffs back. 

"Give and it will be given." I grunt, leaning against the doorframe. 

"See. Attitude." he says, gesturing towards me. 

"See. I-don't-give-a-fuck." I mock, walking back into my room with Michael hot on my tail. 

"Jamie, why don't you want to move in with me?" he asks in frustration. 

"Really? That's the first thing you're going to ask me? I fucking yell at you two hours ago about how I don't want to fucking move in with you, and you come all up in my house just to ask me about it again?!" I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. 

"I just want you to-"

"Be safe, whatever." I cut him off, making talking motions with my hand, "You have some nerve coming in here and just asking me the same question that got me mad in the first place. I was expecting an apology and sex! Not you trying to come up in my house to bombard me with the same fucking question that got me pissed at you!" I yell as he covers his mouth to hide his pending smile, "What is so fucking funny?" I grit, squinting my eyes. 

"You're so cute when you're mad." he grins. I arch a brow, taking a step towards him. 

"Then I must be a fucking beauty queen right now." I growl as his smile grows. 

"Why are you so mad, baby?" he sighs, walking closer to me. I put my hand out, pressing it into his stomach as he tries to get closer.

"You know why I'm mad, Michael." I say sternly as he smiles in one cheek. 

"Tell me," he says softly, making my insides melt, "Let me make it better." 

"You can make it better by not asking me to move in with you," I swallow, feeling the sexual tension form between us. 

"I just want to be with you all of the time." he mumbles as our chests press together. 

"I don't want to talk about this again," I say softly, flicking my eyes to his lips, that are inching towards mine, and then back up to his eyes. 

"Then don't." he whispers before pressing his lips against mine. He holds me by the small of my back, pulling me in so that we're pelvis to pelvis. I forget to roll my eyes inwardly at the gesture, since all of the thought and resistance I once had has been lifted by the sexy man who is kissing me. 

That's my boyfriend. 

He slowly laces his tongue with mine, running his hands underneath my robe to rest both of them on my bare ass. He squeezes it gently as I wrap my arms around his neck and moan into his mouth. 

"Michael," I sigh as he kisses down to my neck, quickly finding that spot that works every time.

"What is it, babe," he murmurs against my skin before licking and sucking all over my spot. 

"This," I begin, closing my eyes as my wetness grows, "This isn't going to get me to move in with me- I mean you," I breathe, stumbling over my words, making him laugh into the crook of my neck before tracing his nose up my neck. 

"You're so beautiful," he smiles lovingly, staring down into my eyes. 

"That won't work either," I sigh in defeat as he traces circles on my lower back. 

"Okay," he smiles down at me, kissing my lips longingly, "If you won't move in with me," he begins, kissing my lips again, "Can I move in with you?" he asks hesitantly, brushing a piece of my inky black hair behind my ear. I raise my brows, searching his eyes for seriousness. 

"You'd give up your place for me?" I ask, pressing my brows together.

"I'd give up anything for you," he says with justification, "I love you." 

"Michael, you don't have to do that." I sigh, looking down at our feet, "I know how much you love your place. You don't have to do that." 

"But I want to," He says softly, tipping my chin for me to look up into his eyes again, "I am devoted to keeping you safe. It's ideal for you to move in with me, since he doesn't know where I live, but this is okay too." he nods as I stare into his deep brown eyes. 

"I guess that's better than having to give up my space." I say softly as he continues to rock us back and forth. 

"My space is your space anyways, so it doesn't matter if you move in with me because it's already yours anyways." He winks, squeezing a handful of my ass. 

"What if we just bought a new place all together?" I say, without consulting myself first. 

"What?" Michael asks with his eyes widened, "Are you serious?" he asks, eyes still widened and searching mine for an answer. 

"I mean, I love this place," I sigh, gesturing around, "And I know you love yours, but change is good, right?" I squeak, trying to reason to myself while completely rejecting the idea as well. 

"Jay, are you serious?" he asks again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I look into his eyes as excitement dances around in them and his brows raise in anticipation. 

"Yeah, why not," I sigh, smiling in one cheek as a smile consumes Michael's face and he wraps his arms around my waist before picking me up and spinning me in circles. Sometimes I don't even know why I open my mouth.