𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

letting michael make you feel like the birthday princess you are. after all, his baby girl deserves nothing less.

℘rincess reader x mature era michael ꪆৎ ༘⋆ mdni

michael x tour dancer! reader bby ‎ꫂ᭪݁

sensitivity, est 1990

ralph tresvant had specifically asked for you, which wasn't even surprising anymore. your name had already started circulating through the industry in that quiet little way beautiful girls always do. photographers requested you over and over again. directors were remembering you by first name. and new edition's own ralph tresvant had definitely noticed.

he’d always been sweet. he met you briefly once before at an afterparty in new york, all low eyes and smooth little compliments while he leaned against the bar watching you laugh with your friends.

“you should work with me sometime,” he'd told you casually that night.

you gave him a little nod, lifting up your glass to finish the last little bit of your cosmo. "save my number."

you had almost forgotten about the conversation until his team reached out to you a few weeks later. they wanted you for his sensitivity music video.

the set felt dreamlike, exactly how his song sounded. hazy lighting spilled across everything from hidden lamps and overhead rigs, turning skin into honey and shadows into something softer. romantic in that way only music videos could afford to be.

your wardrobe was barely there. not in a vulgar way, but in an intentional way. the styling relied more on suggestion than actual fabric. soft lengths of bright colored silk wrapped around your body loosely, catching every bit of sultry movement. the material floated behind you like smoke. slipping from one shoulder, gathering at your waist, revealing flashes of warm skin before disappearing again beneath folds of fabric.

the first time michael saw the sensitivity video, he honestly thought you looked too pretty in it, which sounded ridiculous. because of course you looked pretty. that was the whole point.

he sat there quiet while the footage played across the screen, jaw tightening more and more every time the camera lingered on you.

the camera caught the light reflecting off of the highlighter on your hipbones as you rolled your hips in a slow whine, moving to your little hands dragging down ralph's chest. those were michael's hips, and those were michael's hands.

kind of.

you and michael were already… well. not public but not exactly private either. people close to him knew, his dancers knew, his security definitely knew.

the entertainment industry had always survived on rumors.

and lately, your names had started appearing together far too often. nobody could prove anything, but nobody was stupid either. after a while, whispers started floating through dressing rooms and backstage hallways. michael never seemed to realize how obvious he was.

he’d lower his head to hear you talk, follow behind you through crowds, light up completely whenever you walked into a room. somehow his hand always found the small of your back, too. his security team looked exhausted from pretending not to notice.

and once your career started taking off, people became even more curious. because suddenly michael jackson wasn’t the only person paying attention to you anymore.

while michael was so proud of you, god he was so proud of you, he couldn’t help noticing that everybody else was beginning to see what he’d already known for months.

that you were special.

which was exactly why seeing you draped in silk beside ralph tresvant on national television made his eye twitch a little. michael hated how much that video bothered him. because the jealousy was never really about ralph, the real problem was that michael had spent months thinking he’d discovered something special, only to realize everybody else was about to discover it too.

・・・・・

“c’mere for a second, please,” michael called from across the rehearsal room.

you looked up from fixing the strap of your dance bag, immediately suspicious at the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, “what?”

"i just wanna see somethin'," that smile got a little worse, which honestly should've warned you.

michael pushed himself away from the mirrored wall he’d been leaning against, slow and casual. too casual. you raised your eyebrows at him, "seee.. what?"

"you."

your brows furrowed immediately and there it was. that face he couldn't resist. michael bit lightly against the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too hard.

the rehearsal room had mostly emptied by now. music still hummed faintly through the speakers somewhere overhead while dancers packed bags and drifted toward the exits. you suddenly became very aware that michael was walking toward you slowly, like he wasn't in a hurry at all.

"you got somewhere t'be?" he asked you, keeping his voice gentle like always. 

you shook your head, bottom lip catching lightly between your teeth, "no."

"good, that's good."

your stomach flipped embarrassingly fast. michael stopped in front of you afterwards. he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and the faint music playing through the speakers changed to a different song. sensitivity.

your eyes widened the tiniest bit, "michael—"

“nuh uh,” he laughed quietly, “show me.” you stared at him for a quick second, in some type of disbelief.

"show you what?"

he kept his voice steady, "what they had yall doin' in the video."

scanning over his face, you could see a subtleness to it. michael's jealousy wasn't loud at all. it looked different from when he was frustrated or stressed, which you've seen him experience before.

he was jealous.

his hand settled on the plush of your hip, right where he liked it.

"c'mon. show me," he insisted. now you were smiling.

"boy, no," you giggled, "you play too much."

he flexed his fingers on your hip, squinting his gaze at you the tiniest bit as he asked lowly, "is how i sound when m'playin' with you?"

he let his voice drop into that familiar register that he reserved only for you, and it had your knees weak. you looked up into his dark, doe eyes and sighed, mumbling out a small "no." michael looked down at the floor beside you guys for a second, biting lightly at the inside of his cheek, trying and failing to hide how pleased he was.

"mhm," he subtly tugged you closer by the hem of your mini-cut dance shorts. "didn't think so."

they always fit you so good, hugging your lower curves beautifully and making your ass look perfect. michael loved how your thighs looked in them.

in close proximity, you pouted your lips at him.

"baby," you exaggerated softly, "you really makin' me do this?"

michael let out a laugh, lightly pushing at your hip as he walked back towards the studio mirror, giving you the floor.

he raised the volume up a little more as he took a seat, legs all spread and the palms of his hands resting on top of his knees. he had a pretty little smile on his face as he watched you set your bag down with a huff.

"just quit lookin' at me like that," he said.

your pout never left as you looked away from your bag and over at michael, "like what?"

"all cute," he answered all too fast, "i can't take it."

you rolled your eyes, but the smile never quite left your mouth. you only gave him an eight count.

rolling your shoulders, your body caught the music quickly. each lazy step was timed perfectly with the music. the movement wasn’t nearly as dramatic as it had been in the video, but michael's eyes never steered away from you. the silkiness of your movement continued as you crossed the floor.

once you got to him, you rolled your waist and you moved downward, lowering yourself to him. like that had been your destination the entire time.

michael bit at the bottom lip of his smile, guiding you down to his lap by your waist. his palm rubbed on your ass cheek before he hit it so so carefully, and lightly. he couldn't help himself.

"this is mine," he tried to sound intimidating, but his smile betrayed him.

the swell of your pussy was no match against the thin spandex material of your shorts. it rolled against the center of michael's pants, right where you could feel something hard growing beneath you.

you nodded your head, breathing all heavy too close to his mouth, "it's yours."

michael gave you a kiss, groaning into you when you rolled yourself against him again. he kept his lips lingering against yours as his shifted his pelvis, letting his dark jeans drag up against your clothed pussy.

the sound of his belt clanked against your belly piercing, setting the pace for you two to follow.

"this mouth is mine, okay mama?" his voice was barely audible as it was drowned out by the obscene noise of saliva and breath. all you could do was nod again, your eyes squeezing tighter.

you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as michael gently cradled the back of your head, pulling you against his chest.

"and this right here," he muttered, reaching frantically around the swell of your ass to rub at your pretty cunt from behind, "this pretty girl. she's mine."

with parted lips, you whined out a soft, "yes, yes," keeping your round cheek pressed up against him. michael could feel the heat radiating off of you, letting his two fingers massage the little bit of dampness he could feel before settling his two hands back on your waist. he guided your hips against his, his thumbs rubbing on your lower back as he matched your paces up.

he could tell by your desperate, throaty little voice that you were so close. close for him.

"that's it," michael let out a whine of his own, looking at you like you hung the stars, "that's my baby."

the way this is always on my mind (,,>﹏<,,)

can you write smth where the reader is teasing him while he’s doing important work? She “accidentally” drops something and bends over in front of him so he can get a nice view of her pink panties hugging her plump ass? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

thank yew ilysmmm ur writings are perfect mwha mwha (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

℘rincess reader x mature era michael ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─

no bc i see it so clearly like..

he’s genuinely trying to work. stopping the tape every few minutes to scribble notes down in messily perfect handwriting, muttering little things under his breath like, “needs more bass there…” or “that harmony’s too crowded…”

the room is all low lighting and expensive speakers humming softly while michael sits leaned back in this huge chair with headphones half-on, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as a track plays. papers scattered everywhere. his glasses low on his nose. dark hair falling around his face while he listens with that serious little expression he gets when he’s focused on music.

then there's you, all sprawled out across his home studio couch in a short, see-through nightgown. bored and horny as fuck.

he tries to ignore it at first. ignoring your desperate sounding sighs that you're doing to grab his attention. ignoring your little hums while you kick your legs that rest beside you. against his will, a smile pulls at his lips. he can't help it.

“you alright over there, pretty baby?” he asked.

"mhm," you shrugged, lying bad.

a few minutes later you wander over to him under the excuse of wanting to hear the song too. you sat on the armrest of his chair, and michael lifts one side of the headphones so you can listen. your baby soft cheek is pressed beside his, rich-smelling perfume and lotion completely distracting him from the music playing in his ears.

“you like this one?” he asked you softly.

but you’re barely even listening to the track. you’re too busy watching him, and being a little brat.

you began to mess with the pretty chain around his neck, tracing your nails down the thick vein he had there. your thumb glided over his adam's apple before you moved your hand down to caress his collarbone. you leaned into him just close enough for the vanilla scent of your lipgloss to linger near his face.

“baby…” he warns quietly, eyes still fixed ahead.

you fluttered your dark lashes up at him all innocent, "what?”

he exhales through his nose, pausing the demo with one slow press of a button before leaning his head back against the chair dramatically.

“you know exactly what.”

it didn't sound irritated at all. in fact, there was a lilted tone to his voice that encouraged you to act out even more. he couldn't resist his princess, and you knew it.

"'m sorry baby," you pouted out, pressing a lingering kiss along the sharpest part of his jaw. michael just shook his head, letting you continue to pepper kisses on the side of his throat. "you don't have to apologize," he mumbled.

the music flowed through the speakers once more, you sitting all cross-legged and pretty beside him, doing your best to behave. but this was taking too long.

michael was sitting there with his headphones resting around his neck now, one hand against the mixing console while he replayed the same section of the demo for literally the fortieth time. you were tired of waiting. so, you swung your legs over to stand up.

“don’t start,” he warned immediately, already smiling. you looked over at him, brows all furrowed as you innocently asked, "start what?"

michael just shook his head once more, pressing another button on the console. “i know that tone.”

you ignored him completely, pretending to look around the studio instead, mumbling some nonsense about heading to bed soon. your freakishly short nightgown rode up your curves with every step you took, catching michael's attention everytime he even thought about focusing on something else. your eyes flickered toward the lyric notebook sitting near the edge of michael’s desk, and the second that slow little idea crossed your mind, your lips almost twitched.

your manicured fingers finally hooked against the edge of the notebook, pushing it juuust enough for gravity to take over. it slid slowly off the desk corner before tumbling onto the floor with a soft thud, an even soften fake gasp leaving your plush lips. "oops."

michael looked up immediately.

of course, you were dramatic about it. you braced your dainty little hand on his knee as you bent down, the pale pink thong you wore barely visible due to the plumpness of your ass practically swallowing it.

he let you keep your hand on his for balance as he leaned back in his seat, head tilting to follow your figure shamelessly. he kept his lips parted before a small, breathy laugh escaped him. one hand covered his eyes while the other gripped at the armrest, "mama," his voice came out sounding wrecked.

you finally stood back up with the notebook pressed innocently against your cleavage, blinking down at him all wide-eyed, "you dropped this."

and michael just stared at you for a second before letting his head fall back again with the quietest groan, "you are so bad.”

fin.

part 2 of this ask bbys ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ pt. 1

・・・・・

"don't go listening to it around nobody," you told him softly, causing him to raise his eyebrows for just a second. he quickly tried to hide his face, looking down at the cassette again while biting back his shy grin.

"i won't," his voice sounded low and sincere.

he kept his head low as he shamelessly watched you walk off, your ass making your skirt bounce the tiniest bit with every step you took.

it was about one in the morning when michael had finally settled down in his hotel room. he'd gotten to take a shower and change his clothes, cocoa butter scented skin warm underneath a white t-shirt and silk pajama pants. he turned the cassette over in his hands again and again, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the plastic before his eyes caught on something written near the bottom corner in soft pink ink. a phone number.

michael froze. his heart started beating embarrassingly fast as he stared at it, reading the numbers over again like they might disappear. there was a tiny lipstick print beside it, your handwriting messy and feminine underneath.

𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒

"oh, god," he laughed quietly to himself, rubbing one of his hands over his mouth.

he leaned back against the pillows, legs stretched out across the hotel bed while the cassette laid in his lap. his movements were stiff as if he were holding something dangerous. something tempting.

for a second, he looked over at the phone on the nightstand, then back at the tape, then back at the phone again.

with the most hesitant fingers he grabbed his walkman. he slid the tape inside carefully, almost reverently, before he worked up the courage to press play.

a soft static crackled through his ears, then your voice filled the silence, "hii, michael." you sounded too close, and that was the problem. you spoke quietly enough that the tape picked up tiny sounds between your sentences. soft breaths. the faint rustle of sheets. the glossy click of your lips parting before you spoke again.

"i waited for everybody to fall asleep," you started, before he heard you let out a breathy little sigh, "so i could do this f'you." michael swallowed hard, the palm of his hand running in circles ontop of his clothed thigh, trying his best to steady himself.

the recording picked up what sounded like you moving around. before michael could think to question it, the sound of your voice poured out again. the noise that left you was embarrassingly soft. feminine. almost needy. it wasn't until he could hear the faintest wet sounding noises that he fully understood what was happening.

michael couldn't help his mouth from dropping open a little, hearing you moan out his name directly into his ears.

this was filthy. michael swore he hated shit like this, but when he got a chance to see your pretty little face earlier, and now your pretty little mouth is whimpering out all of these pretty little sounds, he couldn't stop his stomach from tightening.

"i love your voice, michael," your voice lifted into a soft little whine at the end of his name, your own fingers teasing at your throbbing clit. you'd never done anything like this before.

the recording your own tape of it all.

and michael could hear it through the slight shakiness in your tone. it was making him hornier, despite him not wanting to be.

his own lips parted as his head tipped back against the headboard, curls all messy and in his face from his shower. another moan filled his ears, making his eyes flutter shut. without even thinking, his hand trailed across his lap, palming his dick tenderly.

you whispered against your tape recorder, "tell me y'listenin' to this in bed." with closed eyes, michael absentmindedly nodded his head against the headboard, pulling down his waistband to touch himself properly. he let his thumb swipe over his pretty tip, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"mm, wish i could let you touch me right now."

he continued to stroke himself to the sound of your voice, doing his best to imagine how you looked touching all up on yourself. he knew he could do it better for you. you shouldn't have to do that on your own. you were one of those girls that michael thought should be even have to raise a finger.

his dick twitched in his hand as he listened to the hushed moans that fumbled out of you, followed by the wet sounds of your core getting massaged quicker. he mumbled the softest, "oh m'god," feeling himself getting closer to his own release.

you said his name as you climaxed, the most gorgeous sounding whimper falling off the end of it, making michael's pelvis stutter.

thick, cloudy white liquid seeped out of him, trailing down to the back of his hand as he pumped more out. he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat, hearing you blow a kiss into his ears.

he honestly didn't wait too long before reaching over to grab the phone settled on his nightstand, still hastily wiping off his hand and lower stomach as it rang.

what can he say? he's curious.

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨

৻ꪆ michael jackson x you (tour dancer reader), smut

munch munch munch, yum yum yum

being michael jackson's favorite little dancer is flattering, you'd never deny that.

and eventually, his attention turns into access.

quiet phone calls in the middle of the night, staying late after your rehearsal was done to wait for him to come out, private cars. these were all becoming a part of your norm.

tonight he had found you sitting side stage as you waited to go on. he always spoke soft, and his voice only grew even softer when it came to you. he whispered close to your ear, inviting you to wait for him in his hotel room instead of some hallway tucked away by his dressing room.

"only if you'd like that," he added of course.

so now your pretty ass was perched on the edge of the kind sized bed.

the tiny black dress you'd slipped on after your shower barely covered the thick curve of your thighs, silky fabric riding up higher every time your fingers pressed into your sore ankle. your hair was slicked up off of your neck, allowing your gold hoops to brush your jaw every time you turned your head towards the television.

tiredness clung to you prettily. your glossy lips parted slightly, eyes half-lidded as the muted television flickered across your skin.

exhausted as you were, there was still something unfairly gorgeous about you.

the door to the suite opened sometime close to two in the morning. michael stepped in as quietly as possible, careful not to disturb the soft stillness tucked inside the room. but his eyes quickly laid on you, a smile growing on his face that made him look softer than he meant to. he watched you sit with one leg folded beneath yourself while your hand moved lazily over your sore ankle.

"hey, baby girl," he finally murmured, voice roughened from the long night.

you looked over at him, softening at the sight.

he looked so tired.

"hi," your voice floated through the room like music, "you need anything?"

michael shook his head almost immediately as he walked over to you. your chin tipped upward naturally as he moved closer, eyes following him through the dim hotel light.

"no, no, baby, m'alright," he insisted. he eased down into a crouch in front of you, gentle in the way he always was with you. he didn't really like the feeling of towering over you. "besides," he started, "i should be askin' you that. i saw you rubbing on your ankle as soon as i walked in here."

a little sigh left your nostrils as you tried to brush it off, "m'fine."

ignoring your words, michael's hand slid beneath your calf first, warm fingers curling carefully around your leg before he guided your pedicured foot into his lap. he loved how soft your skin felt. he could tell you cared about yourself, cared about feeling and smelling good.

one hand settled around the delicate curve of your ankle while the other cradled the arch of your foot like something worth being careful with.

“does this hurt?” he asked softly, thumbs pressing slow circles into a spot above your ankle.

you stood quiet, looking down at him kneeling between your knees like he belonged there. even exhausted his voice sounded beautiful, dipping low and warm. even exhausted he was focused on taking care of you before himself. you rested back onto your elbows, watching the way your foot seemed to disappear in his grasp because of how large his hands were.

"you pushed yourself too hard tonight," he said.

"so did you."

the corners of his mouth curved with quiet amusement, "that's different."

"how?" your head tilted to the side as you pressed gently, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

he looked up at you, fingers still pressing against your skin. "because i'm supposed to take care of you."

"you're so sweet to me." your voice was low and smooth and devastatingly feminine. it seemed to always carry that same gentleness he was reaching for.

that made him smile a little bigger. he kept his pretty eyes on yours, his touch staying unhurried as his thumbs pressed deeper into the tightness near your ankle that made a quiet breath slip past your lips.

"there?" he asked quietly.

you nodded instantly, making him hum in understanding and focus back down on your ankle. the silence between you two went on for a few seconds before you opened your mouth to say, "you always make me feel so good."

both emotionally and physically.

you bit the inside of your bottom lip and your head lulled to the side, ear resting on shoulder as you gauged his reaction.

he looked back up at you, his thumbs slowing down a little before he guided your foot closer towards him. "i love making you feel good," he admitted, giving the top of your foot a kiss.

"yeah?" you asked him.

the softest mhm left his lips as he left another kiss on your skin. both of his hands then slid slowly up the back of your calves, his thumbs kneading at the muscles gently as he pressed another kiss to your knee.

his chin came to rest lightly against your knee, hair falling forward near your bare thigh while he looked up at you from beneath impossibly long lashes.

and goodness.

maybe it was exhaustion softening the edges of both of you.

or maybe it was just michael.

his expression stayed gentle and attentive beneath you, thumb still brushing slow absentminded circles into your skin as if he couldn’t help himself. he belonged at your feet just as much as you belonged in his bed.

"is it okay if i taste you baby?" he barely even whispered, like he was afraid of being to loud with you.

you didn't even have to think before your free knee dropped softly onto the bed, opening yourself up to him. "uh huh," you nodded your head, adjusting your weight on your propped elbows.

he moved his head off of your knee, starting to work his way up your legs. his mouth softened against the smooth skin of your inner thighs with kisses. he let his hands slide over the plush warmth of your thighs slowly, almost distracted by the feeling of how thick they were. he loved the fact that you were all soft skin and heat.

as you saw the trail left by his wet kisses glisten against your skin, warmth bloomed low in your stomach.

the thong you wore was made of thin material. you couldn't stand how panty lines looked.

michael took the pad of his finger and felt you through your underwear, leaving another soft kiss right in the tender crook of where your hip met your pelvis. the sound you let out was soft and so pretty.

you felt yourself throb involuntarily, knowing that the material covering your pussy was dampening.

"you're gorgeous," michael breathed out, looking up at you while pressing on the wet spot that was growing.

the sound of his voice complimenting you was enough to elicit the tiniest moan out of you, your hips adjusting so you could push up against his touch. michael watched as you grabbed onto the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly to rest up on your body.

your thong was lace and oh so tiny, just enough to cover your lips. "these are so pretty," michael smiled at you almost shyly as he ran his thumb over the detailing, "i love 'em."

when he pulled them down your body, he made sure to careful, especially when bringing them down your feet. he'd do anything to make sure you didn't have to do any extra work.

you couldn't help but tell him how good he looked as he settled back between your legs, his large hands hooking underneath your thighs and holding onto your hips for stability. he kept his warm tongue flat as he licked upwards against you before giving your sensitive center an opened mouth kiss. he continued to makeout with your slick folds, the feeling of your wetness and his own spit making him feel lost within himself.

he needed more.

as gently as he could, he tugged down on your hips, pulling you down onto his face, nudging his nose against your swollen clit.

you cranned your neck down to look at him before lulling it over to the side, your mouth slacked open slightly. "fuck, baby," you couldn't help but groan out.

michael pulled back for one second, looking at you as a thin line of saliva fell from his bottom lip onto your glistening pussy. "hey, hey," he said quickly, unhooking one of his arms so that his hand can travel up your body. "open f'me mama," his voice melting into a near whisper towards the end of his sentence.

you picked your head up so you could look down at him again, opening your mouth like he had asked you to. two of his fingers softly tugged on the plump of your bottom lip before you swirled your tongue around them slowly, sucking on them a little bit so that they were coated with your own self.

he mumbled a barely coherent good girl, while bringing his hand back down to your core. he pressed a couple of wet and noisy kisses to your clit, smiling against it whenever you made a sound that he liked. his two saliva coated fingers then pushed into your tight hole devastatingly slow, the feeling of resistance making you whine.

"shh, shh, baby," michael cooed over your pussy, "i know." his free hand grabbed around aimlessly until he found yours, intertwining your fingers to let you know that he got you.

michael's fingers curled up inside of you in the perfect way he knew you liked as his head moved up and down, tongue lapping in a consistent pattern.

your hips rolled against his face, craving friction as you were desperate to reach the climax that awaited you.

"don't stop, michael, baby-" fuck, you were close.

"c'mon, love," his voice sounded muffled against you. he watched your back arch up prettily, hardened nipples poking through the silk of your dress. "you're doing so, so good."

the sight of you looking so close was almost enough to make him cum himself. he took hold of your hips once more and grinding them against the tongue that was feverishly lapping at you.

you moaned out his name with your eyes fluttering close as you came onto his mouth, a thankful hum leaving his throat as he drank you up. "that's it beautiful, let it go."

michael kissed your sensitive center one more time before pulling his face away from you, keeping it incredibly soft. almost a ghost of a kiss.

your breathing evened out while you watched him wipe his hand down his glossy chin, the smile on his face making you melt instantly.

he moved up towards you, his palm rubbing along the entirety of your lower stomach. he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your mouth with his wet lips before helping you tug your dress back down.

"you got me smilin' like a fool, girl," michael told you softly. you looked over to see that dumb, dopey, handsome smile graced over his face. you reached out and swiped your thumb over his bottom lip, acrylic nail grazing him as you giggled lightly.

“mm, look at you,” you teased softly, thumb still brushing his lip, "all sweet on me.”

michael’s eyes softened with your fingertips resting on his mouth for another second. "i can't help it."

Shane is in bed and he’s 😠 and he’s laying there reading his book with a frown and his jaw grit and it goes 9, then 10 and then Shane is shutting off the light and pulling up the covers and closing his eyes. He feels nowhere close to sleep even- running in his head over and over and over their fight and maybe he over reacted and he’s not even sure he’s that made anymore but he’d hated Ilyas reaction and now he’s pissed off because whatever he hates that he’s thinking about the classic things he’s always heard of never go to bed angry and there they are and Shane is going to bed angry and he doesn’t even know if Ilya is coming to bed and he’s getting that horrible anxious curling in his chest- and then the bedroom door clicks open. Ilya is quiet when he sees it’s dark inside. Shane lies there and listens to Ilya shuffle around in the dark getting ready for bed and his chest aches and he’s happy Ilya’s coming to bed and upset they haven’t spoken and his mind is a little storm storm storm.

Then Ilyas pulling back the covers and sliding into bed and Shane can feel the heat of him behind him and he doesn’t want Ilya to touch him and he desperately wants to fall asleep in Ilyas arms and he had a headache and he fucking hates fighting with Ilya and he’s anxious and wants to talk to Ilya about the anxiety and then, Ilya’s hand is on his side, a tiny gentle brush, hand curling around his hip. And Ilya is whispering “Shane” and Shane’s eyes sting a little and he just lets out a little hum in reply and then Ilya says. “Goodnight kiss?” And Shane’s eyes really sting because Ilya always asks for a goodnight kiss and he wants that too, even if he’s mad- was mad- if they don’t have it all perfect he wants to give Ilya his goodnight kiss, to know he loves him at the end of the day. Of every day even the bad ones.