"So I just need these completed by tomorrow night," your boss tells you as he slams a pile of papers on your desk.

"Wha-tomorrow?" you ask in disbelief

"There a problem, Mrs Jackson?"

Yes. There is a problem actually. A HUGE fucking problem. You felt like saying. But being the kind person that you are, you don't say anything because you're too afraid to.

You take a deep breath and say, "No. Not at all. Thank you, Zeke. Have a good night."

You fling your bag over your shoulder and exit the building as you then get in your car and drive off to Neverland. On the long way there you kept muttering things to yourself about how much you hate your boss and how much you want to kill someone right now.

Fucking stupid shit, I don't deserve this.
~
Once you arrive back home, you open the front door and take your coat off, placing it on the rack and slamming the door behind you. Michael could clearly see that you're pissed, as he walks up to you and asks, "(Y/N), what's wrong honey?"

He tries comforting you by placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them as you take a seat down on the sofa.

"Everything," you reply in a frustrated tone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No." You shrug his hands off your shoulders a little too aggressively and fill up a glass with water and gulp it down.

"I can help you if you want, (Y/N)," Michael says. "You know I'm always here for you, right?" He walks around the counter and kisses your cheek, moving the kiss down to your lips. You enjoy it for a while, until you remember all the shit that you have to do for work. You suddenly remove your lips from his and start crying.

"Oh no, no honey, tell me what's wrong," Michael pleads.

"It's just-I-everything is so, so, hard, Michael. And I can't fucking do it anymore!" You yell between sobs. You then begin getting more and more angry as you let out a loud, "ARRGHH," and throw the glass you were drinking out of into the sink violently. Luckily it didn't break, but the noise made Michael cringe.

"Sweetheart, please calm down and-"

"-DONT FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" You cut him off. He's surprised by your sudden actions, his mouth open.

"I'M TIRED! MY FEET HURT! I HATE MY GODDAMN BOSS! I HAVE SO MUCH FUCKING WORK TO DO AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START! I WANNA EAT ICE CREAM WHILE WATCHING A DISNEY MOVIE IN BED WHILE CUDDLING WITH THE MAN I LOVE! I WANNA STAY HOME ALL DAY AND PLAY WITH MY TWO KIDS! I WANNA PLAY WITH YOUR BLACK CURLY HAIR ALL NIGHT LONG! I WANNA HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU ABOUT NOTHING! I WANNA FOR ONCE NOT STRESS OUT ABOUT WORK! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?" You finally let it all out and burst out crying.

Michael is speechless, but you can tell by the look on his face that he empathises with you. He immediately takes you into his arms and rubs your back.

"It's gonna be okay, I promise, I'm always gonna be there for you," he says in his soothing calm voice while stroking your hair.

You begin calming down a little at his tone; you admire how much he can make you feel better. Just hearing his sweet angelic voice instantly makes you feel better.

"Go upstairs. Don't change yet," he instructs as you both pull away after what seems like forever. You obey his rules, not bothering to ask why. You sit on the bed, waiting for Michael to come back up. You then see him wearing a robe.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"You'll see," he winks.

He leads you to the bathroom and begins undressing you under the dim, but beautiful, glowing bathroom lights.

"Step in," he motions to the shower. You step in the shower, now completely naked. He removes his robe, revealing his silk, toned, lean and sexy body and walks in there with you. He turns the water on and you are welcomed by the hot steaming, relaxing shower. Michael then holds your hips and kisses and sucks on your sweet spots on your neck.

"Ahhh," you moan, holding his waist.

He takes his lips in yours and bites your lower lip down, then sucks on it gently. Without warning, he glides his perfect tongue into your mouth and swirls it around with your tongue.

"Mmm," you both aren't able to contain your moaning for each other. You then slowly wash each other as his hand slides down to your womanhood, fingering you slowly and passionately; you're on cloud nine.

Once you're out of the shower and dressed, Michael says, "Wait here. Get in the covers."
You do what he says yet again, and within moments, he brings in your favourite ice cream flavour.

"Oh my god," you say, your mouth dribbling for [your favorite ice cream flavour] ice cream.

"That's not all," he says. He then takes out a TV remote hiding behind his hand.

"Michael!"

"Yeeeessssss?" He says smiling.

"We're watching this?" You were surprised at how spontaneous and thoughtful he can be.
"It's Peter Pan. Our favorite movie," he says as he puts the movie in the DVD player then collapses on the bed next to you.

"Now, your wish has come true," he says and wraps his arms around you. You indulge in your ice cream and kiss his lips.

"Mmm, your lips taste like ice cream,"
Michael says.

"Thank you baby, for this. I'm sorry at lashing out at you like that before as well. I was just angry, you know. I really didn't mean to shout."

"Honey I understand. It's okay, really."

"I love you," you say.

"Yeah but I love you more."

♡

What did you guys think of today's update? Yay or nay? I got this idea because I've been feeling very stressed out lately. If only I had Michael to comfort me though :(
Leave suggestions down in the comments on what you think I could do for my next imagine, and as always, if you liked this one, please vote.

Spreading the L.O.V.E everywhere,
-Demi ❤️