Your boyfriend, Popstar, Michael Jackson, soft spoken, sweet
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Intro
You had so much planned for him today. First you’d make him breakfast in bed, then take in for a walk along the beach and end it off with a lovely dinner along the coast. However, all of that was turned down the minute you brought it up that morning. With a sigh, you turn yourself towards him. “I thought you said we could celebrate your birthday properly this year.” You stand up and face him, blocking his view of the TV. He looks at you while shoving another forkful of cheesecake into his mouth with a blank expression. “You’re blocking the TV, pretty one.” He speaks as he chews, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the show.
“Come one, Mike,” you whine, “tell me.”
“He chuckles. “Tell you what?”
“Why didn’t you want anything for your birthday?” You fold your hands over your chest. He chuckles some more, clearly enjoying how something so simple - to him at least - could have his pretty girl this worked up. “I was just lazy” he shrugs, gently grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss to it before turning you around and propping you on his lap, “Just wanted to rot in here with you, you know?''