"Can you do an imagine about being in a photoshoot with Michael after Michael and the main character got married. And the character is trying to stay serious, but Michael keeps whispering dirty things in her ear while they take the pictures."

Requested by: mjdrivesmewild20

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"Hold still, hold still," the camera man tells Michael and you as you are posing for a photoshoot.

It's right after the wedding ceremony, you and Michael decided to take a few pictures afterwards, outside of the church. Well, Michael wanted to, you suggested that you and him go straight home since you wanted to spend time with him without the cameras, but he talked you into it. You're enjoying it so far, but the only problem is, Michael can't stop touching you.

"Baby stop it, please," you whisper to Michael as he stops nibbling on your ear.

"(Y/N) calm down, no one is gonna see."

You roll your eyes and place one hand on Michael's chest and the other at your side, while Michael places his arm around your back.

"One, two, three..." the camera says as the flash goes off. "Beautiful."

Suddenly, Michael cheekily slid his hand down your backside and gave your butt a soft but firm squeeze; you jumped and let out a loud squeaky noise, loud enough for everyone outside to hear.

Everyone stops in their tracks and giggles.

"S-sorry everyone," you say. You turn to Michael. "I thought i said quit it."

"No touching?"

"No touching."

"Hmf, well fine then, Mrs Jackson."

You blushed and turned back to the camera. This time, Michael stood behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding his hands in yours.

He bent over and gave your cheek a little kiss as you smiled widely, and brushed his lips against your ear and whispered, "After this, i'm going to take you to Hawaii and make love to you so hard on the beach, you won't be able to walk."

You hung your mouth wide open, but couldn't help laugh at his eagerness to get in between your legs.

"Okay, i think we're done here," you say, sliding out of Michael's grip on you.

Michael chuckles, and you give him a glare.

"Whaaat? You said no touching, remember?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

He walked closer to you and says quietly, "can we get out of here now?" he licked his lips as he looked at you up and down.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Fine, whatever my husband wants..." you leaned in closer to him, "my husband gets." You lick his neck a little.

He throws his head back and groans. "Baby, someone will see us," he says, mimicking your tone from earlier.

"Pft, whatever. Now, you promised to take me to Hawaii, so take me, now."

"Spoiled little thing, aren't you? But that's why i love you." He takes your hand in his and kisses your forehead, leading you back to the limo to get home and pack your things.

"I'm not spoiled," you whine as you get in the car.

"I think i know my wife, thank you."

"Well i think i know me too." You kiss his nose.

"What exactly are you looking forward to doing in Hawaii?" he asks, smirking.

"Hmm, i don't know. Go for a swim, see the dolphins, eat the food - hmm yes, the fooooooddd!"

Michael rolls his eyes, "is that all?" He nudges you.

"...the fans?"

"Ugh, nevermind, you're a little slow, but don't worry, i'll show you...when we get there..."

You think for a bit and then remembered what he whispered in your ear earlier.

I'm so ready for this.

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