(a continuation of sleepyhead!)
pairing: (black)fem!reader x otw!michael
synopsis: after finally forcing michael to indulge in some well needed shut eye, you arose from your slumber, in panic! where’s your bonnet??(michael watching you do your hair ! he does help! by passing you one thing lolll)
warnings: michael being a sassy jokester, some smooching, a liiiiiitle suggestive and just michael being a lovesick puppy.
A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL YOUR LOVE ON MY LAST POST!!!! 🫶🏾 this one is a looot longer i kinda went crazy 🤪 hope you guys enjoy!! (also hoping to have an ‘all about me’ and some rules up for my blog soon! stay tuned my lovely apples)
your lashes fluttered open, squinting slightly as the rising sun poured through the blinds, peering straight into your eyelids. you rose up slowly, admiring the pretty orange hue enveloping the room.
you glanced over to your boyfriend, who was fast asleep and slightly snoring. giggling softly, you reached over to push a curl away from his face. how could he look this handsome even while he’s this deep in rem? you bent over to place a soft peck on his cheek, which seemed to stir him up slightly.
“mornin’.” he mumbled sleepily.
“good morning, sleepy head.” you turned to stretch your limbs. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you back in.
“don’t go babyyy..stay with me a little longerr.” he stretched his words, giving you those big puppy dog eyes. now it was your turn to be persuaded to stay in bed.
you giggled, trying your best not to look into his eyes, he always used them to lure you into trouble.
“i can’t miiike..” you said mimicking him, you glanced at the clock, 12:23.
“i’ve slept for too long, and besides i have to get ready. i promised janet that i’d take her to the mall today.”
“or you could spend the day with me instead.” he whispered near the shell of your ear, now sitting up straight. he snaked his other arm around your waist, resulting in your back being fully flush against his chest. you felt your face growing hotter by the second.
you fell into his trap. he locked his arms and started attacking you with kisses all over the back of your neck and upper shoulders, the places that tickled the most.
you squealed loudly. laughter tumbling out in droves. he amplified the attack by jabbing at your sides which made it worse.
you thrashed around so much you almost fell off the side of the bed.
“MICHAEL- STOP!!” you said in between laughter and some labored breaths. he chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug.
“i love you sweets, so much. you know that?” he rubbed you back.
you felt your heart leap in your chest, you turned to wrap your arms around him.
“i love you too mikey”, hugging him tighter.
“even if you do look like don king.” he said stammering his speech, trying to hold in his laughter.
“i………….what.” you pushed him off and quickly rose to your feet, rushing over to the vanity mirror.
“my hair!! oh my gosh!!!” and there it was, your hair that was blowdried and loosely braided the previous night was now undone and standing in all directions, bonnet clearly gone.
you glared at your boyfriend, who was now erupting with laughter, holding his sides.
“michael! this is not funny!! my bonnet was on last night, what happened??” you hollered, searching for the traitorous thing that disappeared on you.
“im just joking sweets, its not that bad i promise.” he said still chuckling, now covering his mouth so he wouldn’t get in trouble.
“this is your fault! arghh now i have to do it all overr!” you pouted, now scrambling for your hair products in the suitcase you brought with you.
“aww sweets im sorry, i can help you do it, if you want.” he stood up walking over to you now, still wearing that goofy smile on his face, stifling a giggle everytime he glanced at your mane.
“actually i think you should just go back to sleep!” you spat, bunching up the clothes you were going to wear for the day and heading for the shower.
he giggled as he sat back on his bed, listening to the shower head erupting and watching you quickly shut the door behind you. he waited for you to come out so that he could properly apologize and help you do your hair.
which seemed like an eternity. what exactly were you doing in the shower for 45 minutes?? he nearly fell back asleep waiting for you to come out.
but when you did, ohhhh he quickly understood. you washed your hair and quickly detangled and sectioned it off, all of it wrapped in a purple velvet towel. you had changed your clothes in the bathroom, deciding to wear a sundress with wooden sandals. you paired it all with golden jewelry. he especially noticed the iridescent necklace with your initial hanging from your neck. your outfit, down to the jewelry, accentuated your glistening brown skin.
to put it simply, you looked divine, and smelled divine too. his eyes nearly popped out his sockets when he first caught sight of you.
you on the other hand were racing against the clock, your hair being the last piece of the puzzle. you decided to blowdry it again and do a twist out at the mall to save on time.
you quickly sat down at the vanity and got to work, plugging in the blowdrier and setting up your products in order. michael creeped up behind you, rubbing sweaty palms on his wrinkly pajama pants, the heat now creeping up his neck.
“h-hi sweetheart..” he whispered.
“hi baby.” you responded, focusing on detangling your hair once more while spraying heat protectant on it.
“i…just wanted to apologize about earlier.. i wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings or anything.” he looked at you through the mirror.
“oh mikey, i wasn’t offended, my hair was quite literally standing up in four directions.” you giggled, scooping a small glob of leave in conditioner and rubbing it between your hands, quickly running it through the sections.
he sighed in relief knowing you weren’t hurt by his joke. he grew quiet however, in a daze watching you get ready.
you grabbed the blowdrier and set it on low heat, pulling your hair taut to stretch it out, then running the comb attachment through the strands. repeating the process throughout your whole head, another half hour.
the whole time he stood there, watching you like a man hypnotized. he always acted like this whenever you did your hair. those coils, which were shrunken to your ears earlier, now resting down your back.
you dabbed a smaller amount of leave in conditioner on your stretched-out strands to lock in the moisture, now for the final step.
“michael, can you pass me the blue magic over there on the bed please?” your voice sounding like silk. he didn’t budge, still drinking in the lovely sight before him.
“oh, y-yeah..” he rushed over to the bed, handing you the small container of grease.
“thank you.” you smiled at him, turning back to the mirror. he swore he could’ve died right there and went to heaven.
he watched you twist your hair loosely, and pin it up.
“you’re so beautiful baby, really.” still staring with that longing gaze.
you chuckled. “now i look a little more put together!” standing up to adjust your dress.
“you always do.” he walked towards you wrapping his arms around you once more.
he pecked you on the lips. “you are the prettiest girl in the world, sweets. gosh..” he gazed over your dress, relishing in the way it molded perfectly over your body. you could feel yourself getting shy.
“even though you said i looked like don king earlier?” you glared again, but with a more playful look.
“i promise i was just joking.” he groaned, putting his hands over his face.
“i forgive you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck returning a peck to his lips. he tasted the flavored lipgloss that lingered on yours. he could do like 20 backflips right now.
“i’ve really got to get going now mike, or janet’s gonna think i ditched her.” you said, withdrawing from his embrace.
“i’ll be back later, okay?” you headed towards the door, glancing back one more time to flash him a another pretty smile before walking out.
“okay sweet thing, have fun.”
“i will!” you said waving.
he closed the door to his bedroom and through his window, watched as you hurriedly strode downstairs and outside, bill had walked you out and held the car door open for you.
his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
he flopped back on the bed, glancing over to the small container sitting on the edge.
