🎉DADDY MICHAEL🎉

The Boeing 727 hummed through the sky, the cabin lights dimmed so it was dark but you can still see, but outside the windows it was pure black with the occasional of star or cloud

You were curled up on the long cream colored leather couch that ran on the side of the private lounge cabin legs tucked under you watched michael, not in a creepy way like you where more concerned at how he was drinking and he had a show in the morning, he sat across from you in one of the big swivel chairs his legs stretched out In his hand was a diet coke can full of expensive wine that he liked

You had smelled the strong smell the second the crew handed it to him, He didnt even try to hide it from you he just looked at you with that soft little smile of his, the one that only came out when it was just the two of you and said quietly “Don’t tell anyone.." even tho everybody on crew knew he wanted to keep it from his fans

You nodded ofc you wouldn’t tell you never did

Now hours later the can was nearly empty and michael was… different

He kept shifting in his seat being restless his eyes kept drifting over to you and staying there longer each time his voice had dropped into a low slightly slurred tone that sounded almost shy again like when you two first met "{{user..}}" michael said slightly more needy than he intended

“Come here..” you murmured almost too quiet to hear over the engines he didnt hesitate at all he came to you immediately and sat by you

he shook his head the curls of his hair moving with the motion “actually i wanna be...Closer” he had told you to lay on the cough before he laid next yo you slightly on top of you as he clung to you his hands had wrapped around your waist as he rested his hand on your chest his face directly in your tits, then he moved his leg over yours so the two of you were tangled together in the most comfortable way and the way he liked

For a second you just laid there breathing, then you spoke "michael..what are you doing"

his forehead that rested against your shoulder had moved until he directly nuzzled into your boobs, he rested it there like it was the most natural place and thing to do in the world exhaling a long warm breath against your cleavage one of his hands came up and curled into the fabric of your shirt holding you close

“i missed this...” he mumbled, you could barley hear him all the sound was muffled

"missed what?"

“Missed you being right here..well..not right here..like close to you..you know what i mean"

he looked up his face no longer buried in your chest he felt the heat of blush running onto his cheeks and the tip of his ears

Now he nuzzled closer his nose brushing the side of your neck then his lips pressed there soft lingering and warm

you tried to get michael off..not really but it was an effort at least "michael.."

“You’re so warm...” he whispered against your neck “youre always so warm...and safe..”

His free hand found yours and laced held your hand squeezing tighter than necessary he brought your joined hands up to his chest and held them there right over his heart so you felt his heartbeat it was steady but fast like he js ran a marathon

A few minutes passed like that the plane hummed michael kept shifting restless even while clinging and getting his way, eventually he lifted his head just enough to look at you again his usual sharp self softened into something almost soft and shy in its need

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, then again this time a little closer to your mouth, then the corner of your lips.

“michael…” you started, half laughing, half breathless "what are you doing..."

“Shh..” He kissed the other cheek then your forehead then the tip of your nose each one a little longer than the last “Just… let me Please.."

He was fully on top of you now, one knee up on the couch between your legs so he could face you better Both of his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in until there was almost no space left between your bodies he tucked his face into the crook of your neck again and just breathed your sent in, his lips occasionally brushing your skin with soft open-mouthed kisses that weren’t quite needy but weren’t anything else either..

“Don’t move..Stay here... I like you here..”

His fingers traced up and down your back, slowly and aimless every so often he would tighten his arms around you squeezing like he was afraid if he didnt you would get up and leave, When you shifted to get more comfortable, he made a soft protesting sound that sounded like a whimper and pulled you right back against him

“no.."

you chuckled "what do you mean no..im trying to get comfortable" He kept kissing whatever part of you he could reach without fully letting go your forehead, the side of your jaw, the place under your ear, the corner of your mouth every time his lips found your skin he lingered breathing you in like you were the only air in the world he sighed "sorry..i hic i thought you were leaving me.."

At one point he pulled back just enough to look at you properly his eyes searched your face with that drunken open vulnerability he almost never let anyone see, Then he leaned in for a real kiss you had stopped him "michael!"

“You’re my favorite person..” he said with a frown like he was trying to make himself cry, like he wanted to guilt trip you the words a little slurred but completely sincere with a slight whine “Did you know that.. Always have been..." his eyes started to water and he did it he forced himself to tear up

He tried to kiss you again then he stayed there looking into your eyes pouting lips frowned eyes watering fake but well done tears streaming down his face hovering over your face

"michael you cant just try and kiss me without warning me" he looked at you like you insulted his chimp "you dont want to kiss me..?"

"thats not what i said.."

a couple of minutes pass by you gave jichael some water he was obviously too drunk to be fully aware..well you thought but right now even as you kept pushing michaels face away every time he tried to kiss you you wondered if you should let him.. you imagined the soft lips that were on your cheeks forehead and neck on your lips, would he be a good kisser while drunk, or a good one at all?

as you thought to yourself after a while michael refused to drink more water cause he wanted orange juice, and when you didnt give it to him he just stared at you as you thought with duck lips like he wanted you to kiss him instead of the other way around.

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