— ᨳଓ . description; when a freezing bus lock-in forces you and your best friend michael under the same blanket, a game of truth or dare turns years of hidden craving into pure heat!

content: 18+, smut, bestfriends to lovers, thejacksons!michael, truth or dare, fingering, dryhumping, photographer!reader

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being the head photographer for the jacksons was a dream job, but it came with a very specific set of rules—mostly ones you made for yourself. the brothers absolutely adored you, treating you like the little sister they never had.

marlon was always stealin' your camera lens caps, randy would act like a total goof whenever you pointed a flash at him, and jermaine made sure you always had a warm plate of food after long, exhausting soundchecks.

then there was michael.

you and michael were the exact same age. you’d practically grown up in each other’s pockets, sharing secrets on tire swings long before stadium lights, screaming fans, and record deals were ever a factor.

you considered him your absolute best friend. but as the years rolled on, things shifted. michael had developed a crush on you that was as clear as day.

the brothers saw it instantly—the way his eyes tracked you across the backstage chaos, the way he’d suddenly straighten his posture when you walked in, the quiet, soft-spoken smiles reserved only for you. everyone knew. except you... or rather, you chose not to see it.

you weren't ditzy; you just kept yourself guarded. you were deeply attracted to michael—how could you not be?—but you refused to mix love with business. tour was complicated enough.

losing your best friend and your job over a messy backstage romance wasn't a risk you were willing to take. so, you kept him firmly in the "just a good friend" box.

until tonight.

the tour buses pulled into the hotel parking lot late into the freezing night. in your room, it was just you and michael, sharing a space with two separate double beds.

but as you sat on the edge of your mattress trying to upload the day’s shots, you realized your main camera memory card was missing.

you slipped your shoes back on. "i left the card on the bus. all of today's soundcheck photos are on it."

"hold on, it's real dark out there. cold, too. i'm comin' with you," michael insisted, grabbing his sweater. "you ain't walkin' out there alone."

the two of you stepped out into the biting night air, quick-steppin' toward the parked tour buses. for thirty agonizing minutes, you and michael searched on your hands and knees in the dark bus. shivering and empty-handed, you gave up. but when michael reached for the exit handle... it was jammed locked.

trapped on a freezing, dormant bus until morning, you both accepted your fate. there was one narrow cubbied bed with a thick quilt, and a small dining booth across the aisle.

"you take the bed," michael said right away, unzipping his oversized jacket and sitting at the vinyl booth with his songbook. "i'll be just fine over here with my music."

"are you sure, mike?" you asked, crawling into the narrow bunk and pulling the heavy quilt to your chin. "it looks freezing over there."

"i'm tough, don't worry 'bout me," he insisted softly.

within ten minutes, michael was hunched over his paper, his arms pulled completely inside his sweater sleeves, shivering so hard his pen was slipping.

you watched him from across the aisle, the quiet scritch-scratch of his pen failing to hide the violent shudder in his shoulders.

a soft giggle escaped you. "michael... it’s warmer over here. come lay down before you freeze to death."

he stopped writing, his big doe eyes blinking as he peeked out from his collar. "you sure? the bed’s kinda small... i really didn't wanna crowd you, sweet thing."

"just come on," you murmured, shifting your body all the way against the padded back wall to clear a spot. "stop bein' stubborn. you're gonna freeze."

michael offered a sweet, grateful smile, slid out of the booth, and hurried across the icy floorboards in his socks. he hovered at the edge of the bunk, looking down uncertainly until you lifted the heavy edge of the quilt.

"here," you offered gently. "get in."

he slid in beside you, bringing a temporary rush of cold air that was instantly burned away by his body heat. the space was tiny—so tight his shoulder was pressed flush against yours, his chest right there in your peripheral vision as he pulled the heavy quilt all the way up over both of your heads.

it created a dark, warm little cocoon, illuminated only by the faint, amber glow of the tiny reading light overhead. the scent of his perfume, mixed with the soft cotton of his shirt, immediately filled the tiny space.

"gosh, that's way better," michael breathed, letting out a soft, relieved sigh. his face was only a few inches from yours on the shared pillow. "you're so warm..."

you lay on your side, staring into those big dark eyes. the quiet hum of the dormant bus, the howling wind outside, and the sheer closeness of his breath made the air between you feel heavy and charged.

"since we’re stuck here for hours," you whispered, a teasing smirk playing on your lips, "we need somethin' to pass the time. truth or dare?"

michael blinked, a quiet, breathy chuckle escaping him as he adjusted the blanket under his chin. "truth or dare? jeez, what are we, twelve years old again?"

"come on, mike. don't tell me the big stage star is scared of a little game," you teased, nudging his leg with your knee under the thick covers. "i'll go real easy on you to start. truth or dare?"

michael squinted at you, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "truth. hit me."

"alright..." you tapped your chin thoughtfully. "what’s the most embarrassing thing randy’s done on this tour so far?"

michael burst into a quiet, high-pitched giggle, hiding his mouth behind his hand so he wouldn't laugh too loud. "oh, man. easy.

he tried to do a cool slide across the stage during rehearsal in chicago and completely ripped his trousers right down the seam. jermaine had to throw a towel right at his face!"

you snorted, laughing softly into your pillow. "no way! how did i miss that?"

"you were backstage loadin' film!" michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "okay, my turn. truth or dare, pretty lady?"

"truth," you said proudly.

michael’s grin turned mischievous. "who’s your absolute least favorite brother to shoot photos of? tell the truth now."

"oh, that's mean!" you gasped playfully. "marlon. definitely marlon. he can't sit still for two seconds! every time i click the shutter, he's makin' a ridiculous face or stealin' my lens cap."

michael giggled, resting his cheek against the pillow, looking right at you. "he really does steal those caps every single day just to hear you yell."

"right? okay, your turn," you said, settling deeper into the mattress. the light playful mood was nice, but you wanted to push the envelope just a little bit. "truth or dare, jackson?"

"truth again," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as he watched your eyes. "ask me anything."

"okay..." you leaned in a fraction closer. "who took that polaroid of me backstage yesterday? the one i caught tucked inside your songbook?"

michael froze. the playful grin melted off his face, replaced by a dark red blush that surged up his neck and flooded his cheeks. "i—you saw that?" he stammered, his long fingers nervously tugging at the seam of the quilt. "hey, that ain't fair!"

"answer the truth, mike. it's the rules of the game."

"fine..." he muttered, looking down shyly, his eyelashes casting long shadows in the amber light. "i took it. you just... you looked real pretty, okay? standin' in that gold stage light... i couldn't help myself."

your heart did a sudden, violent flip against your ribs. the air inside the blanket cocoon suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.

"your turn," you whispered, your voice losing its playful edge.

michael looked back up, his soft brown eyes searching your face. the nervous stutter in his breathing was obvious now. "truth or dare?"

"truth." you grin.

michael bit his lower lip, his voice dropping to a low, trembling whisper that vibrated right against your chest. "why do you always act like you don't notice when i look at you? you always act like... like i'm just your buddy."

the silence that followed was deafening. the wind outside seemed to vanish, replaced entirely by the sound of his ragged breathing and the fast, heavy thud of your own pulse in your ears.

"because," you whispered back, the words catching in your throat. "i was scared. i was scared if i let myself see it... if i let myself react... i'd ruin everything. our friendship. my job on tour. i didn't want to lose you, mike."

michael stared at you, his dark eyes shining with an intensity so raw it took your breath away. "is that the only reason?" he asked softly. "just... fear?"

you looked down at his soft lips, then back up to his eyes. the strict wall you’d built between work and friendship didn't just crumble, it vanished completely.

"truth or dare, mike?" you asked quietly, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm.

michael didn't hesitate, his gaze locked onto yours. "dare."

you reached out, your hand slipping up to cup the side of his warm neck, your thumb resting right over his racing pulse. "i dare you to stop bein' scared."

michael swallowed hard, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, beautiful confidence. "i ain't scared no more," he whispered softly.

he closed the tiny distance between you, his lips pressing gently against yours.

it started as a sweet, hesitant brush—a quiet question asked in the warm dark of the blanket. but as you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, months of holding back exploded. michael’s hands, warm and trembling slightly, reached out to hesitantly grasp your waist.

gaining his confidence, he pulled you firmly onto him, bringing your body flush against his in the narrow bed.

the kiss deepened into a long, seamless makeout session. it was tender, deep, and intoxicating, filled with years of unspoken longing.

his long fingers tangled into your hair, holding you right where he wanted you, while you slid your arms around his neck, feeling the fast, steady thud of his heart against your chest.

every time he broke the kiss to breathe, he’d pepper soft, trailing kisses along your cheek, your jaw, and the corner of your smile, before pulling your lips right back to his with a quiet, needy sigh.

when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, both of you were breathless, flushed, and tangled up together under the heavy quilt.

his hand stayed wrapped snugly around your waist, his thumb gently stroking through your shirt.

michael smiled—a radiant, breathtaking expression in the dim amber light. "gosh... i think i like this game, baby."

the word slipped out of his mouth so naturally, so effortlessly, that he didn't even notice at first. but you did. you froze, a wide, teasing grin slowly spreading across your face.

"wait a minute..." you murmured, leaning up to nudge his nose with yours. "'baby'?"

michael’s eyes widened slightly, his cheeks instantly warming up all over again. "i—jeez, did i say that?"

"you sure did, jackson," you giggled, running your fingers teasingly through his dark curls. "getting comfortable, aren't we?"

michael let out a soft, shy chuckle, burying his face into your neck for a second before looking back at you, his eyes brimming with sweet honesty.

"well... i've always wanted to call you that," he whispered, his voice dropping low as his hand down your back. "ever since i can remember."

your heart melted right there in his arms. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," he murmured, his gaze darkening again as he looked at your mouth. "and we ain't done playin'. my turn. truth or dare, baby?"

a thrill ran up your spine at the sound of the nickname. "truth."

michael leaned down, his lips brushing right against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. "truth..." he whispered husky, "when i pulled you on top of me just now... where did you wanna put your hands?"

your breath hitched sharply. you pulled back just enough to look at him, shocked by how smooth and bold he was suddenly bein'. "michael!" you gasped, your face burning red.

"hey, it's a truth!" he giggled softly, his hands tight on your waist, tugging you just an inch closer so your hips rested against his. "answer it for me, baby."

"i..." you swallowed hard, staring into his dark, hungry eyes. "i wanted to slide my hands right under your sweater. feel your bare skin."

michael let out a soft, shaky breath, his eyes widening slightly as his grip on your waist tightened. a slow, satisfied smile bit at his lips. "gosh..." he whispered. "okay. your turn."

you smirked, leaning down until your lips were hovering a millimeter over his. "truth or dare, mike?"

"dare," he rasped without a second thought.

"i dare you..." you whispered, sliding your hands slowly down his chest, stopping right at the hem of his sweater, "...to let me."

michael’s breath hitched completely. a low, needy hum escaped his throat as he grabbed your waist, pulling you all the way back down into another deep, breathless kiss, his hands guiding yours right up beneath the warm fabric of his shirt.

the room inside the quilt felt like an oven now, the freezing air outside the bus completely forgotten. the heat radiating off michael’s skin under his sweater was intoxicating, and the soft, needy sound he let out as your warm palm pressed against his ribs sent a shiver straight down your spine.

he broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his dark eyes heavy, hooded, and completely focused on your lips. his hands were firmly planted on your hips, keeping you pinned right where he wanted you. flush against his body in the narrow bed.

"gosh," michael rasped, his voice a quiet, breathless murmur against your cheek. "you... you're drive-in' me crazy, baby."

you let out a quiet, breathless laugh, feeling his heart hammer wildly under your fingertips. "your turn, jackson. truth or dare?"

michael’s thumb stroked a slow circle over your hip bone through your pants. "truth," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your mouth. "tell me... when you’re takin' photos of me on stage... do you ever look at my mouth and think about this?"

you bit your bottom lip, a wave of heat rushing through your chest. "every single show," you confessed softly, sliding your hands further up his bare chest, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin. "especially when you sing the slow songs. i'd pretend the camera wasn't even there."

michael let out a low, shaky exhale, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. a slow, smoldering smirk spread across his lips—a look that was pure confidence, completely different from the shy boy who was shivering twenty minutes ago.

"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your nose brushed against his. "truth or dare?"

"dare," michael said instantly, his dark eyes challenging yours. "make it good, baby."

"i dare you to tell me the dirtiest thought you've had about me since we started this tour."

michael froze for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. a deep, gorgeous flush flooded his dark skin, but he didn't pull away.

instead, he leaned up, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear, his warm breath making every hair on your neck stand up.

"i thought about what it’d feel like to have you locked in my hotel room..." he whispered husky, his voice dipping into a low, velvet gravel. "...no cameras, no brothers, no schedule. just you stripped down in my bed, let-in' me touch you everywhere i wasn't supposed to."

a sharp gasp escaped your lips. you pulled back just enough to look at him, your chest heaving. "michael..."

"you asked for the truth, baby," he murmured, a dangerous, playful glint in his eyes as he pulled you back down by your waist. "truth or dare?"

"truth..." you rasped, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"where’s the most sensitive spot on your body?" he asked, his long fingers gently sliding up from your hip, his thumb lightly dragging along the sensitive skin of your lower belly just beneath the hem of your shirt. "where do you want me touchin' you right now?"

your eyes fluttered shut at his touch. "right there," you breathed out, your voice trembling. "and... my neck."

michael didn't hesitate. before you could even open your eyes, his lips were on your neck, pressing a series of open-mouthed, hot kisses right along your jawline down to your collarbone. you let out a quiet gasp, your fingers clutching tightly at the bare skin of his shoulders under his sweater.

"truth or dare, mike?" you whimpered,

shifting your weight slightly over him.

"dare," he groaned against your skin, his hands sliding down to cup the curve of your backside, holding you firmly against him.

"i dare you to kiss every inch of skin you can reach without takin' my shirt off," you challenged, your breath coming in short, needy hitches.

michael gritted his teeth, a low hum vibrating in his chest. he immediately pulled your shirt up just far enough, burying his face in the soft skin of your stomach.

he kissed your waist, your ribs, trailing hot, wet kisses up toward the bottom of your bra, making you arch your back into him with a quiet whimper.

"gosh, you taste so sweet, baby," he muttered breathlessly against your skin, his hands pulling you even tighter against his torso. he looked up at you through his thick dark lashes, completely flushed. "truth or dare?"

"dare..." you gasped, resting your forehead against his chest.

"i dare you to ride my lap," michael whispered rasped, his eyes dark and hungry. "sit right on top of me."

your heart stopped for a beat. without a word, you shifted, swinging one leg over his body so you were straddling his thighs, hovering right over his lap in the narrow bunk. the shift in position brought your hips directly in contact with his.

michael let out a harsh, sharp breath, his hands instantly gripping your thighs to steady you. "jeez..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he felt your weight on him.

"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your breasts brushed against his chest, your voice thick with heat. "truth or dare, michael?"

"dare," he gasped out, his hands squeezing your thighs tightly.

"i dare you to show me how much you want me."

that was the final snap. michael’s restraint shattered into pieces.

"dare," he rasped out under his breath, his hands moving from your thighs straight to your hips.

with a low, needy growl, michael lifted his hips up into yours, rolling his pelvis directly against you through your clothes. the sudden, intense friction made a loud gasp fly out of your throat.

he didn't stop—he began a slow, agonizing rhythm, rolling his heavy weight against you from underneath, grinding his hips up into yours while his hands dug into your waist to keep you locked to his rhythm.

"michael... oh god..." you whimpered, throwing your head back as the intense heat pooled straight between your legs.

"tell me it feels good, baby," michael rasped out, his breathing completely wrecked as he thrust his hips up into yours again, the heavy friction of your jeans dragging against his trousers making him bite his lower lip until it was white. "tell me you like it..."

"i love it, mike..." you gasped out, your fingers gripping his shoulders through his sweater as you rode the slow, heavy movement of his hips.

he groaned at your words..a deep, chest-vibrating sound and pulled your head down to capture your mouth in a frantic, desperate kiss. he rolled his hips up into yours with more force, grinding hard against you, making both of you gasp for air under the heavy quilt.

the entire narrow bus bed shook softly beneath you as the game of truth or dare dissolved completely into a hot, continuous wave of pure, heavy friction in the dark.

every time his hips hit yours, he’d murmur sweet, breathless assurances against your lips—"i got you, baby... i got you..."—holding you tight against him as the freezing night raged on outside, completely forgotten in the heat of the narrow bunk.

the air inside the dark, heavy cocoon of the quilt was suffocatingly hot, thick with humidity and the rich, intoxicating scent of his perfume mixing with the sweet heat building between your bodies. outside, the freezing night wind howled against the metal hull of the tour bus, making the bunk feel like the only warm place left in the entire world.

the slow, agonizing roll michael was setting from underneath you was driving you out of your mind, but the narrow space and the heavy layers of clothes were making both of you desperate, restless, and completely undone.

you let out a sharp, frustrated whimper against his lips, your fingers tangling tight in the soft dark curls at the nape of his neck. "mike... please..."

in one smooth, surprisingly powerful motion, he grabbed you firmly by the waist, his long fingers digging into your hip bones.

he flipped you onto your back against the narrow mattress. you gasped, the breath knocked right out of your lungs as your thighs naturally fell open.

michael instantly slid right between them.

he settled his full, heavy length flush on top of you, his broad chest pressing firmly into yours, his hips fitting directly into the warm, damp space between your thighs.

through his trousers and your jeans, you could feel every rigid, throbbing inch of his hardness pressing right against your center.

"gosh..." michael groaned into your neck, his whole body shuddering as he felt your warmth beneath him. "jeez, baby... look at you."

before you could move, his long, slender fingers laced firmly through yours. with effortless strength, he pinned your hands up beside your head on the pillow, gathering both of your wrists into just one of his broad hands, locking them securely above you.

"michael..." you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to roll your hips up to meet his.

"shh... stay right there, baby," michael whispered, his voice dipping into a low, hypnotic rumble right against your ear. "just stay real still for me. let me look at you."

he lifted his hips just a fraction of an inch and brought them down with a slow, agonizingly heavy roll, grinding his hard length directly against your sweet spot through your clothes. the sheer, relentless friction made a loud, pathetic whimper tear from your throat.

michael smiled against your cheek—a slow, sweet, utterly possessive expression. "look at you... so quiet and shy for everyone else on this tour... but makin' all these pretty little noises just for me."

"michael, please..." you gasped, your pulse hammering in your throat.

"truth or dare, baby?" michael rasped out, his hips giving another deep, rolling thrust that made the bed springs squeak softly beneath you.

"truth!" you sobbed out, your chest heaving against his. "truth!"

michael gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he held your wrists locked above your head. "truth..." he groaned, his dark, glazed eyes searching yours in the faint amber light.

"tell me... when you see me on stage and i pull my shirt up... or when i slide down on my knees in front of thousands of screamin' people... do you pretend i'm doin' it just for you?"

you whimpered, arching your back into his heavy downward pressure. "yes!" you confessed, your voice breaking. "every single night! i pretend you're lookin' right through the lens at me!"

michael let out a low, dark hum of pure satisfaction, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline down to your pulse point. "i am," he whispered husky. "every single time, baby. i'm only ever lookin' for you."

he shifted his weight slightly, rolling his pelvis against yours in a continuous, agonizingly slow circle that made your toes curl.

"my turn..." you panted, struggling to catch your breath. "truth or dare, jackson?"

"truth," he panted instantly, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your pinned hands. "ask me, baby."

"tell me the exact moment you decided you were gonna stop playin' nice and finally touch me tonight."

michael let out a ragged exhale, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips kept up that heavy, rhythmic roll. "when you giggled at me shivering in that booth," he rasped out, his breath burning hot against your ear.

"when you lifted that quilt and told me to come lay down next to you. i walked over to this bed, and i said to myself... if she lets me under this blanket, i ain’t ever lettin' her go."

a sharp, breathless thrill shot straight down into your belly. "mike..."

"dare or truth, baby?" michael murmured, his tone dripping with soft, commanding authority. "choose."

"dare..." you gasped out, desperate for more.

michael’s dark eyes flashed with a smoldering, dangerous heat. "i dare you to unbutton my shirt," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel. "use your teeth. and don't you dare close those pretty eyes while you do it. look right at me."

your heart hammered against your ribs. michael slowly released your wrists, letting your arms fall onto the pillow. you reached up, your hands trembling as you cupped his warm cheeks.

you leaned up, your dark eyes locked onto his, and caught the top button of his shirt between your teeth. you tugged gently until it popped free of the fabric, your warm breath brushing right against the bare skin of his collarbone.

michael let out a low, shaky gasp, his eyes darkening as he watched you work. "gosh, you're so sweet..." he rasped out. "so sweet for me."

slowly, agonizingly, you worked your way down to the second button, clicking it free with your teeth and pressing your lips to the warm, smooth skin of his chest. michael growled low in his throat, his hips grinding down into yours in a long, punishing roll that made you gasp against his neck.

finally, michael’s hand slid down, shoving straight past the waistband of your pants. his long, warm fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, finding the slick, burning heat of your center.

you let out a sharp, loud gasp, your head snapping back against the pillow as his long fingers cupped you, his thumb finding your wet, swollen sweet spot with devastating accuracy.

"michael—oh god!" you whined into the air, your thighs spreading wider for him completely on instinct.

"shh, open your eyes," michael commanded softly, his voice thick and gentle, yet entirely in control. "look at me, baby. i wanna see your eyes while i feel how wet you are for me."

you forced your eyes open, staring up into his flushed, gorgeous face. michael didn't rush. he began an agonizingly slow, light pressure with his thumb, just barely tracing circles over your warm skin, teasing you until you were practically begging.

"michael, please... move your hand..." you whimpered, rolling your hips up into his palm, desperate for friction.

michael smiled, a dark, fond little look in his eyes as he held his hand completely still, letting you burn. "truth or dare, baby?" he whispered, his hips giving a lazy, heavy press against yours.

"truth!" you gasped out, tears of frustration teasing your eyes. "truth, mike, just touch me!"

"truth..." michael murmured, his thumb giving one slow, firm drag right over your sweet spot, making you cry out softly. "tell me what it feels like when i tease you like this. tell me how needy you are for me."

"it's drivin' me crazy!" you sobbed out, clutching his shoulders. "it feels so hot... i'm so needy for you, mike! please..."

"that's my girl," michael rasped, his tone melting into pure velvet praise. "good girl for me..."

he finally increased the pressure, his thumb slicking your warmth all over your sensitive skin in slow, rhythmic strokes while his heavy hips kept up a steady, rolling grind against your thigh.

he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes fixed on your mouth as he watched every single expression cross your face.

"dare," you gasped out, your voice barely a breath as his thumb dragged across that swollen sweet spot again, sending electricity shooting straight up your spine. "give me a dare, mike..."

michael’s dark eyes burned down into yours, heavy-lidded and dripping with raw, possessive intent. his hips gave a long, excruciatingly slow grind against yours, holding his weight heavy on top of you.

"i dare you..." he rasped out, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel right against your ear, "...to put your hands on my hips, right where my trousers meet my skin, and pull me down as hard as you can. i dare you to feel how bad my body is shakin' for you, baby."

you didn't hesitate. your trembling hands slid down his broad back, fingers digging into the firm skin just beneath the band of his trousers.

you pulled him down hard, jamming his heavy length flush against your heat. michael let out a ragged, guttural groan into your neck, his whole frame shuddering as he felt the intense, seamless friction between you.

"gosh... jeez, baby," he panted, his hot breath burning your skin. "you're trying to ruin me..."

"truth or dare, jackson?" you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress, your hips rolling helplessly into his palm as the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter.

"truth," he gasped out instantly, his thumb tracing a small, firm circle right where you needed it most, making your hips jump. "ask me, baby... ask me anything you want."

"truth..." you sobbed softly, tears of pure, agonizing pleasure pricking your eyes. "tell me... what's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about doing to me when we're alone?"

michael gritted his teeth, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolled his hips in a deep, punishing circle against yours.

"i thought about bending you over the mixing console in the studio," he confessed shameless, his voice dropping into a dirty, husky rumble that sent shivers straight to your toes. "with the door unlocked... pullin' your skirt up and hearin' you try so hard to stay quiet while my brothers were right down the hall."

a sharp, breathless cry tore from your throat, your thighs clamping tight around his hip. "michael!"

"truth or dare, baby?" michael murmured instantly, not giving you a single second to recover, his thumb speeding up just enough to keep you hovering right on the edge of the abyss.

"truth!" you panted, writhing beneath his heavy, loving weight. "truth!"

"truth..." michael whispered, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart stop. "tell me what it sounds like when you're alone in your room thinkin' about me. do you whisper my name when you touch yourself?"

your face flushed bright red, a loud, pathetic whimper escaping your lips. "yes!" you cried out, completely undone by his soft, commanding authority. "yes, mike! every single time!"

michael let out a low, victorious growl, his chest vibrating against yours. "i knew it," he rasped, his face flushing with dark pride. "i knew my sweet girl was thinkin' about me..."

he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, breathless, greedy kiss, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, swallowing every needy whimpering sound you made.

slowly, deliberately, his long fingers slid deep inside you, stretching you gently while his thumb pressed hard, fast, and relentless against your sweet spot.

"oh god... michael!" you gasped against his lips, your body curling upward around his hand as the sensation flooded every inch of you.

michael set an agonizingly sweet, steady rhythm with his fingers, pumping inside you with slow, deep thrusts while his thumb worked your center. he looked down into your eyes, his gaze overflowing with pure adoration, completely wrapped up in how beautiful you looked beneath him.

"you like that, baby?" he whispered rasped, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers curled inside you, finding every sensitive spot. "you feel how good you wrap around my fingers? so warm... so wet for me..."

"mike... please... it's too much..." you sobbed out, your hands clutching his shoulders, your back arching off the narrow mattress.

"shh, just let go for me," michael murmured lovingly, his lips pressing soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, and the corner of your lips.

his hand worked faster, his fingers curling deeper into your heat, driving you completely out of your mind. "look at me, baby. tell me... you wish that it was me inside of you, huh?"

a breathless, helpless sob tore from your throat, your eyes locked onto his blown-out, dark pupils. "yes!" you screamed softly into the quiet space beneath the quilt. "yes, mike! god, yes!"

"that's my girl..." michael rasped out, his thumb pressing hard against your sweet spot while his fingers thrust deep one last time, driving you straight over the edge. "take it all for me, baby..."

the electric coil in your belly shattered completely. violent, rolling waves of pure, uncontrollable pleasure crashed through your entire frame, your tight muscles pulsing wildly around his fingers. your head snapped back, your heels digging into the bed as a high, breathless cry echoed under the quilt.

michael held you tight against his broad chest, his fingers staying deep inside you to ride out every single wave of your climax, swallowing your sweet, messy cries with soft, worshipful kisses. "gosh... look at you," he whispered breathlessly, his tone dripping with pure romance and devotion. "so gorgeous... so good for me..."

as your breathing slowly began to settle and the intense trembling in your thighs softened, michael gently slipped his hand out from beneath your clothes. he reached up, tenderly brushing a damp curl away from your forehead, kissing your temple with sweet affection.

it was only then, as you rested your cheek against his chest, that you noticed the heavy, rigid strain still pressing tight against your thigh through his trousers. he was completely unfulfilled, his breathing still ragged and strained, yet he was making no move to touch himself or fix his clothes.

you lifted your head slightly, looking up into his dark, soft eyes. "mike... what about you?" you asked gently, your hand reaching down toward his belt. "you... you didn't..."

michael caught your wrist gently, shaking his head with a sweet, tender smile that made your heart completely melt.

"i'm okay, baby," he whispered softly, pulling your hand up to press a warm kiss against your knuckles. "it's alright. i only wanted to tend to your needs tonight. just seein' you give it all to me like that... feelin' you call my name... that's more than enough for me."

he pulled you tight against his chest, wrapping the thick quilt around both of your shoulders as the wind howled harmlessly outside, holding you close and cherished in the warm, dark quiet of the bus.

the heavy quilt was pulled all the way up to your shoulders, trapping every bit of shared heat in the quiet, dark cocoon of the narrow bunk. your head rested comfortably on michael’s bare chest, the steady, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat serving as a soothing lullaby against the low howl of the icy wind outside.

michael’s long fingers were tangled lazily in your hair, his thumb stroking smooth, gentle circles against your temple. every few minutes, he’d press a tender, lingering kiss to the top of your head, whispering sweet, drowsy praises against your skin until your eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.

"go to sleep, baby," he murmured, his voice dipping into a soft, velvety rumble as he pulled you even closer, his arm wrapped around your waist like a protective shield. "i got you. i ain't goin' nowhere."

wrapped in his warmth and the lingering, sweet ache of the night, you let out a soft, contented sigh and finally drifted off, completely safe in his arms.

the quiet dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, cool blue light through the frost-dusted windows of the dormant bus.

click.

the heavy emergency door handle at the front of the bus finally gave way with a sharp metallic pop, followed by the heavy thud of boots stepping onto the cold floorboards.

"hey! anyone in here? mike? you guys in here?"

jermaine’s deep, groggy voice echoed down the aisle as he walked toward the back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes after getting the spare key from the hotel desk. he strolled past the small dining booth, looking around for any sign of you or his younger brother.

when he reached the small sleeping cubby, he froze.

the heavy quilt was slightly pulled down, revealing you fast asleep, your face buried comfortably in the crook of michael’s neck.

michael’s arms were wrapped snugly around your body, his face turned toward yours, his dark curls spilling over the shared pillow. his unbuttoned shirt left his smooth chest exposed, right where your hand was comfortably rested.

jermaine blinked once. then twice. a wide, slow smirk spread across his face as he took in the scene.

"well, well, well..." jermaine chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head. he leaned against the frame of the booth, crossing his arms with a quiet, knowing grin. "about damn time."

he reached out and gave the edge of the mattress a quick, loud tap with his knuckles. "wake up, lovebirds. tour bus leaves in an hour, and marlon’s already down in the lobby asking where his lens cap went."

michael stirred instantly, his eyelids fluttering open as he let out a low, sleepy groan. he instinctively tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer before his dark eyes blinked up and landed right on his older brother.

a dark red blush surged up michael’s neck instantly, his eyes widening in mild panic as he realized how completely caught you both were. "jermaine! i—we—it ain't—"

jermaine just laughed softly, raising his hands in fake surrender as he turned to walk back toward the exit. "save it for the breakfast table, little brother. but you better help her find that camera card before marlon starts digging through her bags."

as jermaine’s footsteps faded down the aisle, michael looked down at you, his face burning, though a shy, radiant smile slowly broke through his flustered expression.

you stirred against his chest, blinking sleepily up at him with a mischievous grin. "caught us, huh?"

michael during the bad tour rehearsal in Rome, 1987

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♡ Pairing: Michael Olise x black!actress!reader ♡ Summary: During an interview, Michael leans in and almost kisses you, which causes him to go viral on social media and the internet realizes he may not be as nonchalant as they believed him to be. A/N: inspired by that moment in that one Tomdaya interview ♡ Content/pairing: fluff, sfw, down bad Michael ♡ Word Count: 1.1k

It all started with one innocent interview. Or what should have been an innocent interview.

You and Michael had graced the cover of GQ magazine; you were the new IT couple. Everyone wanted to know about you, about how the actress of the moment came to date the footballer of the moment. Especially knowing Michael said he watched no movies or series.

The questions had been genuine and honest, never chasing gossip and sensationalism. You were asked about your inspirations, your future projects, or your careers, and how you each managed to balance them with your personal lives. You were in the middle of answering the question when it happened.

Girl, that's just my baby daddy

pairing; bad!michael x f.blackreader

premise; in which you can't seem to leave your baby dad alone no matter how much you try to put up a front that you hate him.

contains; flirty!michael, reader having a slick mouth, profanities used, child involved throughout the story, arguing, toxic!michael, eater!michael, p in v, choking, mean!michael sorta, dom!michael, sub!reader, multiple positions (only one described), use of daddy (just maybe once?), porn with plot, happy ending

lovely request .ᐟ

Westlake Recording Studio Los Angeles — 1988

You were standing in the empty hallway with your ex-husband, michael. The man you swore you absolutely couldn't stand, the same man that you swore you hated and wanted nothing to do with. Arms crossed tightly over your chest as you looked at him with pure disgust, but behind that disgust was a strong and deep feeling of pure love for a man you created a life with.

Your daughter three year old naomi sat in michaels chair playing with michaels music equipment talking Bill's ears off trying to keep the child entertained and occupied while the two of you silently argued outside the door in the empty hallway. Of course as a mother and father you both didn't want to let naomi hear that, none of it at all so you two decided to just exit the room to talk about things.

"You always do this shit, michael." You hissed at him, getting fed up entirely with his lifestyle and not being able to do normal family activities like he said he would. Sure he was a great father, but he was always away on tours and other things. Which was explainable due to the fact you knew he was literally the most famous person in the world. You glared at him feeling nothing but anger towards him. "You said you were gonna see her last weekend, what the fuck was i supposed to tell her when she asked?, oh daddies just busy?, oh fuck off." You sucked your teeth.

"I'm a good father, and you know that," he pointed a finger at you, looking down at you. “Yeah I get busy at times, but you can not take away the fact that I’m a good father (name), I love my daughter.” He rested a hand near his heart, your eyes following his hand movement. “And you know I love my daughter, so don’t sit here and act like I’m a dead beat, cause that’s the last thing I am.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Michael listen okay,” you clasped your hands together forming the fakest smile ever. “Yeah you’re a great dad or whatever, but you’re not here sometimes. You runnin round with that bird bitch Tatiana?, you thought I didn’t see it?” You looked at him, more like looked him up and down. Yeah you weren’t always invested in his love life or whatever but it still….pained you of the thought of him moving on.

He sighed, "How did the conversation go about him not being around enough then to tatiana?" He thought. He took a deep breath, rubbing his hand on his forehead, trying to release some stress somehow. "Why are we talking about tatiana? She was in one," he held up one finger to demonstrate. "Music video, and running around? What are you talking about? I'm barely seen with the woman. And her name is tatiana, not that word you just said. Be polite. I thought i taught you that by now." He grinned at the word "taught," knowing exactly what he meant by it.

you stayed quiet before answering to his smart remarks. "Oh, trust me, I know her name, and I know my manners jackson." You glared at him. "I could give a damn about your love interest. Just start seeing your child more before i start popping up at hayvenhurst or let momma katherine handle yo ass again."

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Of course, tinka, anything for my two favorite ladies." He smiled

You rolled your eyes again. "I told you stop calling me that."

"I don't wanna." He fake frowned.

You glared at him, crossing your arms very tightly. Your face burning with frustration. But deep down, you knew you'd always love michael. Things were just really complicated between the two of you and made you both part ways after naomi was born. But a piece of your heart always remained with michael and he knew that.

"I have to go, gotta start getting ready for my day." You said breaking the tension running your hands down the side of your hips to hide any nervousness. A damn shame that man still had an affect on you.

"mmh, you don't wanna stay with me today?" He smiled lazily, making eye contact with you which he knew was your biggest weakness. He knew you loved his eyes, "we can have lots of fun y'know."

"Kiss my ass michael." You looked at him with annoyance written all over your face. "Nae! Let's go." You called out to your daughter.

"Well if you insist." He said with a light chuckle. "Ain't nothin i ain't had before, I'd like to take a bite out of it ag-"

"In your fucking dreams." You pointed your finger at him. Then suddenly before you two could bicker again, the door opened. Your daughter stepped out looking up at her two parents with a bright smile on her face.

"Daddy!" She ran towards michael, little legs stomping on the floor making her way quickly towards him. Michael bent down to catch her in his arms, hugging her tightly lifting her up and spinning her around.

"Oh look at you!," he said cradling naomis head before he settled her back down on the ground squatting to reach eye level. "You got so big sweetheart." He kissed her cheek. "How's my favorite girl?, hm?"

"m'good I learning how to spell my name!" She beamed excitedly feeling the excitement rushing through her body after not seeing her father in nearly two weeks. Next thing you know she was yapping about everything she learned and did in the span of two weeks yapping michaels ears off.

He didn't mind at all, he listened with total attentiveness nodding his head and little "mhm" here and there so she could know he was listening. He looked calm around his daughter, like everything disappeared once he was around something that reminded him of home. Even better due to the fact that naomi looked like the woman he loved deeply.....you.

After a few minutes of them talking, you stood there just watching before you finally noticed it was getting late. "Nae we gotta go." You said. Both pair of big eyes looking at you like you just stole christmas. "What?" You said confused fixing your bag that was slipping off your shoulder.

Naomi looked at him, a small frown forming on her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him gently. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a warm embrace and kissed her head. "Bye daddy." She murmured.

"Bye princess, I'll see you later." He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Don't be sad alright?, I'll see if mommy would like to come to Neverland and we can spend the whole day together, kay?" He smiled looking at her.

"Okay" She nodded happily believing him. She ran back towards you grabbing her coat and putting it on. You helped her not noticing michael stood there watching.

He fake coughed to get your attention which worked. "Ahem" he smiled. You looked at him raising an eyebrow confused. "What?"

"I'd like to spend time with you both at neverland....if that's fine with you." He said holding his hands together. "Or just my daughter, y'know how you get the all the animals out there." He chuckled softly at the thought.

You rolled your eyes, which he seemed to notice. He clicked his tongue, "roll em again. I'll give you a reason to roll em next time." He rubbed the back of his neck. The comment caught you completely by surprise.

"Shut up." You snapped back, you thought for a minute, your daughter giving you puppy eyes to please agree. "Pleaseeeee mommyyy," she grabbed your hand.

You sighed, "Fine, fine, we'll be there."

"Perfect, I'll see you my two favorite ladies later." He smiled. He bent down to kiss naomi on the head. "See ya later, princess." Naomi smiling and saying her goodbye one last time. Michael watched you and Naomi walking towards the exit. A low whistle left his lips when he watched as your hips swayed. "Bye, pretty lady!" He yelled out, a small grin on his face

You stuck a middle finger at him as you walked away, being very intent on not looking back or he'd see how much he made you flustered just by the way he spoke, so soft and gentle.

FIVE DAYS LATERRRRRRRR

The phone was balanced precariously between your shoulder and your ear while you shoved a stack of folded toddler clothes into the dresser.

​"I’m telling you, Maya, this is it," you said into the receiver, pulling the zipper closed with a sharp snap. "I am strictly drop-off and pick-up from now on. No sitting on his couch, no 'staying for a quick glass of water,' none of it. We have a strict co-parenting agreement, and I am sticking to it."

​Maya sighed over the line, sounding completely unbothered. "You said that last Thursday"

​"Last Thursday was a lapse in judgment!" you snapped, pacing across your living room. "He used that quiet, soft-spoken voice he does when he wants something, and I was tired. But today? I’m immune. I’ve built up antibodies to his nonsense."

​"Right. And what happens when he steps out in those black leather pants and looks at you like you’re the only thing on his schedule?"

​"Then I’m going to look right back at him and remind him that the child support check better clear by the first," you shot back, rolling your eyes. "I’m done, Maya. Completely over the toxic cycle, we both decided it was better If we split ways anyw-"

Click. The line call-waits. You check the caller ID on your landline handset. "WESTLAKE / PRIVATE NUMBER" flashes on the screen.

You sighed, "speaking of the devil, hold on boo lemme call you back, girl." Before maya could even say anything, you hung up ready to talk to your man.....I mean, ex!

"What." You said, putting up the irritated front already knowing damn well your put was about to jump out your chest.

Michael chuckled into the phone before speaking into the phone, voice low, velvety, and amused. "Well, hello to you too, tinka. That’s how you greet the father of your child? No 'hi Michael', no 'hope you're having a nice afternoon."

You rolled your eyes as if he could see you. You sat on the couch, kicking your feet up comfortably. "You’re lucky you got a 'what do you want.' I was in the middle of a very important conversation before you interrupted. So state your business."

He raised his eyebrow not falling for the attitude bait. "Mhm. Let me guess... talking to Maya about how much you hate me?"

"Don't flatter yourself." You said.

"You always get so feisty when you miss me. I can hear it in your voice, baby." He smiled over the phone as if you could see him.

"Michael, I swear to God, if you called me just to run your mouth and act arrogant, I’m hanging up-"

He left out a soft laugh. "Alright, alright, hold on, don't hang up on me. I’m calling because I keep my promises. I told Naomi I’d take her and you out to Neverland for some family time, remember?"

"I remember her begging, and you using her to trap me into saying yes" you sighed.

"It wasn't a trap. I want my two favorite ladies out here. The weather’s clear, the rides are set up, and Naomi said she wanted to see the new baby giraffe. Plus... I kinda miss seeing you roll your eyes at me in person. It’s not the same over the phone."

"Oh, so you just missed having someone around who doesn't kiss the ground you walk on? Go call Tatiana, Michael. I’m sure she’d love to watch you feed giraffes." You scoffed

He took a long pause, then a low, deep chuckle over the line. "There you go with that jealous attitude again. I told you she was just in the video, tinka. You're the only one I’m asking to come to the ranch."

"I'm not jealous, I'm realistic. And don't call me 'tinka'."

"I'll call you whatever I want, pretty lady. Now... are you gonna bring my daughter over tomorrow morning, or do I gotta come pick you both up myself?"

"You’re exhausting. Truly." You bit your lip to suppress a laugh.

"Is that a yes?" He spoke in that gentle, soft voice.

"We’ll be there by ten. But I’m bringing my own car, and I’m leaving the second Naomi gets tired. Got it? No funny business, Michael."

"Whatever you say, mama. I’ll be waiting at the gate for you. Wear that little dark denim skirt I like." He smirked.

"Goodbye, Michael!" You slam the receiver down on the cradle, staring at the phone while your heart hammers against your ribs.

THE NEXT MORNINGGGGGGG

You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, smoothing down the front of a dark denim skirt and adjusting the hem of your top. You hated how much effort you’d put into choosing an outfit today. You told yourself it was for Naomi because you wanted her to have a nice day out at Neverland, but deep down, you knew the truth. You knew Michael was going to be there, looking at you with those dark, perceptive eyes that saw right through every wall you tried to build up around him.

​"Mommy, is Daddy's Ferris wheel open today?" Naomi shouted from the hallway, her little light-up sneakers squeaking against the floorboards as she bounded into your room. She was holding a small stuffed rabbit under one arm, her hair done up in two neat little puffs that matched yours.

​"I’m sure it is, Nae," you said, kneeling down to zipping up her light jacket. "But remember what we talked about, okay? Daddy is working a lot right now. If he has to answer phone calls or do business, we let him. We're just there to visit the animals and spend a little bit of time, got it?"

​"Okay!" She gave you a quick nod, completely unbothered by your strict rules, her mind already set on seeing the chimpanzees and the ice cream station.

​The drive out to Santa Ynez felt longer than usual. Every mile closer to the ranch felt like stepping back into a trap you had spent months trying to escape. When the massive wrought-iron gates swung open slowly, revealing the lush green lawns, bright flowers, and the distant gleam of carnival rides, Naomi let out a tiny gasp of pure joy, pressing her forehead right against the passenger window.

​You parked near the main house, taking a deep breath to steady your pulse before stepping out into the cool afternoon air.

​Before you could even reach round to open Naomi's door, the front door of the main house opened.

​Michael stepped out onto the porch, looking entirely too relaxed in an unbuttoned red corduroy shirt over a plain white tee, black trousers, and his signature fedora tilover his brow. His dark curls framed his jawline, and the moment his eyes landed on you, that slow, familiar smirk spread across his lips.

​"Daddy!" Naomi squealed, scrambling out of her car seat the second you unbuckled her. She sprinted up the brick pathway, her arms outstretched.

​Michael dropped down onto one knee, catching her effortlessly and swinging her up into a huge hug. "Hey, my big girl! Look at you!" He pressed a loud kiss to her cheek, making her giggle hysterically. "Did you miss me?"

​"Yes! I wanna see the elephants!"

​"We'll see 'em all," Michael promised softly, standing back up with her resting comfortably on his hip. His eyes shifted from Naomi over to you as you walked up the path, holding your shoulder bag tightly. His gaze lingered on your legs before rising up to meet your face, dark eyes flashing with pure amusement.

​"Look at you, tinka," he murmured, his voice dipping into that quiet, velvety tone that made your chest tighten. "You actually showed up. And you dressed up for me?"

​You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you stopped a couple of feet away. "I dressed up for the California weather, Jackson. Don't let your big head get any bigger than it already is."

​"Mhm," Michael chuckled softly, shifting Naomi to his other hip and stepping closer to you. He smelled like vanilla and expensive cologne, a combination that immediately sent a rush of memories straight to your brain. "You always put on this tough front when you're nervous around me. You know I can see right through it, right?"

​"I am not nervous," you snapped, leaning back slightly as he stood well within your personal space. "I came here so Naomi could see her father. That’s it."

​"Right. Strictly business," he teased, leaning in just a fraction, his voice dropping so only you could hear over Naomi's cheerful chatter. "Just like always. But you still haven't kissed me, hello."

​"In your dreams, Michael," you said, crossing your arms firmly. "Show us where the animals are before I change my mind and take her back home."

After a long six hours of playing, getting on ferris wheels, playing with water guns, and meeting his animals the soft, steady sound of Naomi’s small breathing echoed through the upstairs bedroom, her light-up sneakers tossed by the closet and her favorite stuffed animal tucked tightly under her chin. Michael had custom-built this room just for her—fairytale murals hand-painted across the pale walls, a tiny brass tea set resting on a miniature table in the corner, and a plush canopy bed fit for a princess.

​Downstairs, the quiet settled over Neverland like a heavy blanket.

​After six solid hours of running Naomi ragged through the halls, playing hide-and-seek behind the grand curtains, and feeding her dinner at the dining room table while she babbled endlessly with her mouth half-full of macaroni, she had practically collapsed. Michael had carried her up the stairs on his shoulder, her little head resting heavily against his neck, completely out of energy.

​You were sitting on the edge of the deep, plush sofa in the main living room, holding a mug of warm tea between both hands and staring down at the amber liquid. The house was calm, illuminated only by the soft, warm glow of the corner lamps.

​Soft, silent footsteps sounded against the carpet before Michael stepped back into the room. He had tossed his hat and heavy black jacket aside earlier, leaving him in a relaxed, white button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone, his dark curls slightly damp and clinging to his forehead.

​"Out like a light," Michael murmured, his voice dipping into that quiet, tender register he always saved for home. "Didn't even make it past page three of the storybook."

​"I told you," you said, setting your mug down on the glass side table with a faint clink and crossing your arms tightly across your chest. "All that running around was gonna catch up to her. She’s been going non-stop since six this morning."

​"Mhm," he hummed softly, a slow, infuriatingly handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked toward you. "She had a good day, though. That’s what matters."

​Instead of taking a seat on the opposite end of the massive couch like a sensible ex-husband, He slid right onto the cushion directly beside you. He sat so close that the warm length of his thigh brushed against yours, instantly filling your space with his signature scent—warm vanilla, sweet spice, and expensive cologne.

​You shifted away an inch, giving him a sharp side-eye. "Michael, there are four other rooms in this house with furniture. Why are you practically sitting on top of me?"

​"Because the couch is comfortable right here," he answered smoothly, resting his arm along the back of the sofa behind your head, his dark eyes scanning your face with unhurried precision. "And I wanted to be close to you. Is that a crime, tinka?"

​"It should be," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I came here for Naomi. She’s asleep, which means my shift is officially over. I should be getting my coat and driving back."

​"It's almost ten o'clock at night," Michael reasoned, his voice dropping into a low, velvety purr that rasped softly against your nerves. "You're really gonna drive all the way back in the dark when your daughter is sleeping peacefully upstairs? That doesn't make any sense, baby."

​Before you could fire back another slick remark, he reached out, his long fingers catching a stray curl near your face and tucking it gently behind your ear. His knuckles lightly grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and an involuntary shiver ran straight down your spine.

​"Don't start, michael," you warned, though your voice lacked the sharp bite you intended. "I mean it. We made a deal. No games, no funny business. We are co-parenting."

​"I'm just tucking your hair back, pretty lady," he whispered, a sly, playful glint dancing in his dark eyes as he leaned just a fraction closer. "You're the one making it into 'funny business.' You always get so defensive when you're trying to hide how you really feel."

​"I am not defensive, I am realistic!" You snapped, turning your head to glare directly into his eyes, which proved to be a massive mistake. Being that close to his gaze had always been your absolute biggest weakness, and he knew it. "I know you, Michael. I know that look, and I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You think you can just lay on the charm and act all sweet, and I’ll just magically forget about every single argument we’ve had!"

​Michael let out a low, breathy laugh, the sound vibrating right in the small space between you two. "I don't want you to forget anything," he said softly, his expression softening as his eyes dropped to your lips before rising back to yours. "I just want you to stop fighting me for five minutes."

​With frustratingly deliberate speed, Michael reached over and gently untangled your crossed arms, taking your hand in his. His other hand slid up along the back of your neck, his warm, broad palm cupping your nape with a firm, possessive, gentle touch that anchored you in place.

​"Michael, stop..." You breathed out, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "I'm serious. This is wrong. We're divorced, we shouldn't—"

​He didn't let you finish. Leaning down, Michael pressed his lips softly against the delicate slope where your neck met your shoulder—striking your exact sweet spot with terrifying accuracy.

​A quiet, shaky gasp escaped your throat before you could stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as a wave of warmth surged straight through you.

​"Feels pretty right to me," Michael murmured against your skin, his voice deep and rumbling against your collarbone as he placed another lingering, feather-light kiss right on that same sensitive pulse point. His thumb softly stroked along your jawline, tilting your head back just enough to keep you completely helpless under his touch.

​"Michael... listen to me," you tried again, your hands coming up to press against his chest. But instead of pushing him away, your fingers ended up gripping the soft fabric of his button-down shirt. "We keep doing this... we get wrapped up in this toxic cycle, and then tomorrow I'm just gonna be furious at you all over again..."

​Michael brushed his lips slowly up along your jawline, trailing fire across your skin until his breath was fanning hot against the shell of your ear.

​"Then be mad at me tomorrow, baby," he whispered, his soft, gentle tone utterly destroying whatever piece of restraint you had left. "But right now... just stay here with me."

The next thing you know, you were in michaels bedroom, the door locked. Your mouth on his lips fighting for dominance, "of course this fucker is winning" you thought.

He shoved you onto your back on the bed. You looked at him, breathing ragged from all the kissing. "You just gonna stand there? Hurry up before I change my mind."

"Be quiet sometimes." He hooked his hands into your waistband, pulling your skirt and panties down. Your clit glistening from all the wetness between your legs. He spread your legs, pushing them up to your chest, earning a soft gasp from your lips. Your pussy was wet, exactly how michael wanted it to be. it looked exactly how it looked the last time he saw this part of you, of course.

But this time was different, way different because he was finally having it again. It looked like a pretty lotus flower. "Looks so pretty, Mama..." He cooed lowly. His thumb finding your clit rubbing a slow circle on your clit remaining eye contact with you.

Your hips jerked, which instantly caught his attention. You bit your bottom lip to suppress any moans from slipping out.

And boy, did he not like that. He knew he had soundproof walls, but he really wanted to see how long you could last acting like he didn't satisfy you.

He slowly dropped to his knees, going between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his hands under your knees, keeping them apart.

Suddenly his tongue dragged through your folds without warning, licking and sucking at your clit with aggressive hunger. The wet sounds filled the room as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue pushing inside you before moving back to circle your swollen nub.

"Ahh—fuck—Michael," you moaned, your hips bucking against his face as he sucked your clit between his lips. Your fingers gripped the sheets as pleasure shot through you.

You hear him hum, the vibration against your clit making your hips jerk. It felt like he was sucking the life out of you, your back arching. Your hands pushing at his head trying to create some distance. "Stay." He pulls away from your pussy just enough to talk, spreading your quivering thighs wider. He drops his mouth back onto your pussy, causing your head to drop back in plessure.

"oh fuckkkk....I can't—baby" you whine, when you feel his tongue circling your clit, before he sucks it into his mouth with a wet sudden pop. "ohmy—ohmygoshh!" You gasped, your legs staring to twitch around his head.

"You had an attitude," he sucked harder. "All day."

"ahhh—ohmy....fuckkk" you babble, not being to form any correct words at the moment. Your fingers gripping his head trying to push him away from your pussy.

"Stay fuckin' put (name)." He drags you back toward him, his tongue working on your clit even harder, sucking up all your wetness that was mixed with his spit.

Your breaths are shaky as you feel that same feeling you felt multiple times whenever michael went down on you. Heat and pressure building up in your stomach. Your toes curl, and you throw your head back, gripping onto his hair for dear life.

"Im.....oh fuck baby....im—" you hiccup, "I'm gonna cum mikey....." You swallowed. Your breathing becoming heavier and ragged.

Suddenly, he pulls away completely, denying your orgasm, you sob. "what the fuck....?" You looked at him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he un buckled his pants and unzipped his pants.

"Let's get somethin straight, Mama." Michael says, his voice low and firm as he pulled his pants down, freeing his long, pretty dick. Stroking himself a bit with his palm, pulling you closer towards the edge of the bed as he stood over you. "You've been havin that attitude all day and you think I'm gonna let you cum just like that?, absolutely not baby."

You open your mouth to fire back another bratty remark, but before you can. Michael, spread your legs with his right hand. His other hand held his dick. He started slapping and rubbing his tip all over your puffy clit. "Y'know, I don't like you havin' an attitude with me, baby...." He stops rubbing his dick over your pussy. "Make me feel....sad." He smirks gently slapping your pussy with his dick causing your hips to jerk.

He pressed his dick against your entrance. His dick thick and hard, before he thrust in deep with one swift motion.

"oh god.....fuckkk yes," you cried out as he filled you completely, your walls stretching around his thickness. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel something. "I know I know baby....just relax f'me, okay?" He cooes. His hips snapping forward with a perfect rhythm.

"You sorry for all that attitude you was givin me earlier?" He asked.

"Yes! I'm sorry—ahh—I'm sorry daddyy," you gasped, the word slipping out as his dick pounded into you.

"Louder," he demanded, his grip tightening on your throat as he fucked you, his pace starting to get faster and rougher.

"I'm sorry! Fuck–I'm sorry!" You moaned, your voice strained from his choking.

He grabbed your legs, pushing them up and holding them wide apart, his hands pressing under your knees to keep you spread open for him. His dick drove deeper at this angle, hitting spots that made you see stars.

"Feels s'good," he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead causing his curly hair to stick to his forehead. He watched his dick disappear in and out of you. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the bulge forming in your stomach with each thrust. "wow mama....look at that," he said in awe.

You looked down at your stomach, seeing the perfect tip of his dick hitting deep inside your guts. You watched in complete awe your mouth forming a silent 'O'

"Wanna try somethin..." he pressed one hand down on your stomach and thrusted in deeper. That caused a loud gasp to leave your lips. "Ohmygoshhh!–" you threw your head back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head seeing complete stars.

"Right there mikey!" You moaned out, your thighs trembling. He fastened his pace, his breathing ragged.

"Right there mama?, I gotchu baby," he drilled in deeper, his pace starting to slow down hitting perfect angles. "Lemme feel ya baby," his pace still slow and deliberate. His head thrown back, jaw clenched tight. Each thrust punching a moan or sob from your throat. "all ova—mhm—all ova mama," he repeated, rolling his hips slower with each word, the deliberate drag of his dick against your falls forcing broken sounds from your lips.

"That's it baby, let me hear those pretty moans," he panted, sweat dripping down his chest as he maintained his pace. "atta girl, you doin so good f'me..."

Michaels rhythm shifted, his hips rolling in deep, deliberate strokes instead of anything fast. Each thrust dragged his thick dick along your walls with agonizing slowness, making your pussy clenching around him with every measured push. Sweat glistened across his chest and shoulders as he loomed over you, his breathing heavy and ragged.

"That's it baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Feel that?, feel every inch of this dick I'm givin you?" His hands stand firmly under your knees, keeping your legs spread wide and pushed back as he sank into you again. The bulge in your stomach appeared with each slow thrust, his dick visibly stretching you from inside.

Your moans came out broken and needy, each one punched from your throat as he bottomed out. "mmnghm—fuck michaelll," you gasped, your voice trembling with every deliberate stroke. The wet sounds of his dick sliding through your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with the creak of the bed.

"You feel that?" he asked, rolling his hips slower, grinding deep before pulling back. "I love the feelin of you...so warm and tight baby." Each time he rolled his hips, his dick dragged against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. Your moans grew lower, more desperate.

"please michael pleasepleasepleasee!"

His grip tightened on your legs as he maintained the torturously slow pace. "Gonna fuck a baby in you....you want that?" He grunted, his jaw clenched tight. "Wanna feel you cum on his dick, give it to me mama....come on" he cooed.

You moaned, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built. Your hands gripping his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he kept that steady, deep rhythm.

"I know baby let go f'me," he cooed, his pace never quickening even as his dick throbbed inside you. "Cum all over me, please baby."

Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him as broken moans tore from your throat. "hmnghh—Michael—ahh!" Your body shook beneath him, legs trembling in his grip, toes curling.

Michael groaned deep in his chest, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck—gonna cum—" he grunted, his dick pulsing as he emptied inside you, filling you with thick ropes of cum. His sweat-slicked body pressed against yours as he held you pinned, both of you shaking through the shared release.

"atta girl, you did s'good for me," he panted, his forehead pressed to yours as his dick twitched with the last of his cum. "You look....so beautiful"

You laid there breathing heavy trying to catch your breath. Michael eventually pulled out of you with a wet pop, your cum and his cum dripping out your puffy pussy lips. He watched in complete awe.

He ended up wandering off to get a wet towel, he came back and cleaned you up just enough for the night. He threw the towel in the dirty clothes before climbing into bed next to you pulling the covers over you. He stayed quiet for a few minutes then finally spoke.

"can we have a serious conversation tomorrow about everything?" He asked.

You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile spreading across your lips. "I'd like that."

He smiled and pulled you closer to his chest. "Good."

I WANT TO WATCH // ONE SHOT synopsis: Michael wants to see how you take care of yourself while he's away.

tags: 18+ smut, MDNI! slightly dom!michael, sub!reader, no specific era cw: sexual themes, 18+ (MDNI), established relationship, kissing, masturbation, dirtyyyy talk, slight choking, praise!kink, cursing, no use of y/n, use of "baby", "good girl" (yk I love a pet name) word count: 2k disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. every element of this work is used in a fictitious manner, including all names, characters, places, and events, and is not an accurate portrayal of real-life people, dead or alive. any resemblance to actual persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental due to the author's creative writing.

✎featuring:↜MJ♔BADeraxREADER❦ ↝

✎cw: 18+, dirty talk, praise kink, dry humping, love marks, nurturing, dom mj??begging, unprotected sex, oral, p n v, porn w no plot lowk, he refers to your cat as “she”, smut, fluff, aftercare, no use of y/n, (not really proofread)

✎symphysis: You and your husband Michael have been separate for 2 months, because he’s went on tour. Little did you know you were gonna be surprised when you came back home from a night out with friends.

✎a/n: hii guys! I’ve been seeing support for my last stories and I’m very appreciative. I was crossfaded n’ came up with something that will make this really steamy/sexy for you sista. STR8 GROWN FOLK ACTION. I’ve been trying to come up with more ideas so request some suggestions! -Xoxo 𑣲.

you took a sip from your wine glass at your section while hearing your girlfriends historically laugh and the music blasting through the speakers. you were tipsy, especially noticing after you were talking like you had diarrhea at the mouth. but through all of this, your mind was stuck on one thing.

“I’ll be home very soon, my lovely” michael said softly into the phone, bringing shivers down your spine from how much you’ve been longing for your husband.

You bit your lip while reminiscing, and these love songs they were playing weren’t making it any easier for you after all. “wait- so has your husband ever…did that?” your friend asked referring to oral sex. you knew she wasn’t as drunk yet but you told her honestly.

“yes, plenty of times boo” you sighed into your sentence, giggling at your bluntness. but it was true. he’s has done it plenty of times and it never feels the same. it felt like you were floating every time, because of the way he kissed, and made love to you with his tongue. not caring if you already came two times. yeah, i know.

he seemed innocent and mythical on camera but so authentic and seductive than people thought, in reality.

you missed it so much, in the beginning pleasuring yourself was good until you deeply needed his touch. missing the way he’d moan in your ear just one stroke in, whispering the nastiest things the public would be appalled to hear. always getting breakfast in bed with the best morning sex, and deep conversations.

with everyone being in the room, you still felt alone. except for when you were with him. you felt so seen and heard.

“I know you miss him girl. when did he say he was gonna be back soon?” your bsf asked, sparking you to ponder.

he told you that two days ago. ever since you two haven’t talked but you were sent flowers earlier while getting ready to leave. you smelt them, noticing there was a note placed in the wrapping paper.

“I love you so much, from angelface♡” you read it, suddenly feeling your insides turn into cells of fire. A grin creeped across your lips, as you sat the flowers on the marble table.

you drifted off, thinking about how you would react to him when he came back from being on the road. you never spent this much time away from him, only being married for a year. but you stuck it out, letting the tension build.

as depressing as it sounds, it felt empty when he wasn’t there. waking you up every morning to his goofy smile, giving you gentle kisses all over your face. missing that childlike warmth radiating through the atmosphere whenever he was around you. all the nights when he was exhausted from long days, so all you had to do was be the wife you dreamt of being since a child.

your mother always told you that if your husband ever worked hard, pour into him and always reassure him that you’re his number one supporter. she made you whimsy for romance. telling you the most romantic things that her and your father did since they met.

but you and michael came from a different cloth. he didn’t always see his father loving on your now mother in law in public or see them telling each other the sweetest/uplifting things even during the bad times. he only became what he knew, relationship wise. n’ you one hundred percent understood that.

in the beginning he was really shy and avoidant about how loud you were about loving him the way you did, because it felt so unfamiliar. he eventually realized you became everything you knew as well, and began to be comfortably open about his love and respect for you as his girlfriend to his wife.

you were now on your third glass of wine, sort of slurring your words when discussing things with your girlfriends. “i just know he gonna be all over you when he comes back” she chuckled, while shaking her head as I gave a turnt up face at her statement.

“shit, he better!”

they started laughing, but you were as serious as michael when it came to his career. deadass serious. you were in heat just thinking about how much you’ve been longing for his affection. It genuinely frustrated you.

a couple hours went by, full with tears of laughter and girl time. with nothing but strawberry cheesecake and red wine being consumed. “girl tonight was hilarious with your ass” your friend implied, giggling at your unhinged attitude.

all of you started walking out, getting into the black truck as cameras flashed. You were all cracking up from the wind almost knocking you over, as you fixed your hair in your seat. pulling your mini mirror out of your purse, applying your matt red lipstick.

you traveled for about twenty minutes, before you pull up to your house. You told them good night, giving them hugs and kisses before stepping out of the truck. You sort of stumbled into the house, automatically feeling the atmosphere shift.

You inhaled a masculine and gravitating smell from your nostrils, furrowing your eyebrows. “who the hell is in my house” you whispered to yourself, discreetly walking to your master bedroom. you opened your two way door, suddenly you froze at your current view.

You admired the declarations all over the room, as you could also tell it’s been reorganized because you made a mess getting ready to leave the house earlier. there were roses lying around the room with the trail of rose petals leading to the bathroom. candles lit and the record player, streaming sensual music.

you couldn’t fathom it at the moment. you were just throwing a fit saying how much you’ve been longing for him and now he’s just sitting there in the flesh, watching the city lights show as the sun falls. he looked so ethereal. dressed in a red flannel shirt with blue jeans, and his jet black curls pulled into a ponytail leaving some to fall against his face.

“Angelface?” you walked closer towards him, adjusting your all black silk dress, as you watched him check the time on his cartier watch.

You almost choked on your breath seeing your husband turn his head your way, standing from the chair in the corner while the tv played. he smiled excitedly opening his arms. “oh my goodness” you broke into tears instantly jumping on him. “oh god. how i’ve missed you baby” he held you tight as ever. like you would disappear if he loosened his grip.

“here, beautiful” he picked up the all white flowers, as he wiped your tear gently with his thumb. “oh dear, not more flowerss” I pouted in awe. he knew your love for flowers were ridiculous. he admired your expression as you kissed him softly.

“michael, how did you set all this up before i got here?” you sniffled, smiling while you took the flowers into your hand.

“you know i can’t tell my secrets about how i put that pretty smile on your face” he took your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“i was going through it without you, bighead” you sighed, chuckling softly.

“i was too baby, i promise…but i’m gonna make it all up to you” he caresses your jaw, kissing you softly. “how, angelface?” you tilted your head, adjusting his collar.

“Come” he insisted with his hand out for you to take. You both walked to your bathroom, completely in awe from how he had the whole area set up before you came back home.

“this is so beautiful michael..very romantic of you” you sat the flowers on the counter, turning to him. “you think so?” he asked tucking your hair back, making intense eye contact.

you shyly smiled, doing that little squint with your eyes that he loves. indicating that he definitely has you weak in the knees. “you didn’t have to do this.” you shook your head, placing your hands on his chest.

“you know i love catering to you though baby” he pulled you in closer, as your body leaned against his. “it’s okay, i have a couple things up my sleeve as well” you smirked, poking him. he giggled, humming at your challenging statement.

“you look so good tonight..god i’ve missed seeing this everyday” “there’s no way i could come back without everything right for you” he snaked his around you, planting kisses all over your face as you giggled.

he had a more softer look to him when he came back. he looked so damn scrumptious. it left you to assume they took good care of him while he was out of the country. you looked down nervously (still after 7 years of friendship and 1 year of marriage), after staring him down like a weirdo, but that’s what he loved about you.

“thank you for everything, angel” “you look so handsome” you purred, wrapping your arms around his neck. the sexual tension was so high. you could tell by the way you looked in his eyes, he could lay you down right now. willing to do anything to show how much he missed you. letting his hands wonder all over your body, while his eyes stayed glued on you.

“tour was great but so overwhelming …i need some rejuvenation”he sighed, showing you those doe eyes. making your heart skip a beat.

“i know baby. just let me ease all that tonight.” you held his hand, walking him to the king sized bed you shared. you pushed him, straddling his legs. he caresses your thighs as you grinded against his pants, kissing up his neck hungrily. the lights were just perfect, and dim enough to show his caramel skin.

the city lights sparkling in his eyes while you kissed every sweet spot, pealing away his top. “i need you so bad” he sighed shutting his eyes, squeezing your waist.

“have me” “its been so long baby” you quietly moaned his ear, dry humping like a feign for his 9 inch passion. he picked you up to lay you on the bed unbuckling his trousers, as you licked your lips at his hand placement.

he gave you that smile, knowing he was gonna give you exactly what you wanted. crawling in between your legs, instantly making out with you. sliding his tongue in between your lips, rocking his hips into you.

“mmh take these off” you parted your lips, guiding his hand to your wetness. he groaned, rubbing you passionately. you and him made out fully, signaling how much you wanted your needs to be fulfilled.

he pulled your panties aside, massaging you as your back rises from the bed releasing a fluent moan. you body told you to rush it but you knew he never wanted to leave you forgetful of any moment. he loved to begin fourplay with you, till you were leaking down your thighs while he admired the art of your body.

“so beautiful” he kissed down your neck to you navel, making you feel like the sexiest woman. combing your fingers through his curls, gently. he looked up at you like a dehydrated tiger, sliding your panties down your thighs with his teeth.

you hummed, as he lifted your legs up your chest. placing lingering kisses around your moist flesh. you quivered, feeling his tongue drag up your folds. “oh michael” you moaned.

he began feasting away, as you arched your back against the mattress. gripping the comforter while his mouth made love to you. “you’re so sweet princess” he murmured against your clit, sucking gently.

he slid two fingers deep into your wetness, as you watched his motion, moving his curls from his face. he laid your legs completely out , curling his fingers speeding his pace a little bit. “ohhh” you felt like you were on a trip to paradise.

“I’m so close daddy”you moved your hips, indicating your neediness to finish. he massaged your broad thighs while still satisfying your aching spot, regardless of how much your body trembles. “let me see how much she misses me mama” he growled, as you cried out.

you met with your orgasm, with your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. “that’s it, gorgeous ” he rubbed you, as you took in his godly features.

the way he motivated you to make such a mess is also what had you deeper in love every time. it never felt the same every time you made love with him. it always felt like the first time.

talking you through your sexual journey to your climax more than last time. hitting spots you didn’t even know were there.

he crawled back face to face with you, grinning as you giggled, crashing your lips into his. wrapping your legs around his waist, sliding his boxers off with your feet.

he unfastened your bra strap, as you felt his member against your folds. he latched his mouth onto your right breast, placing himself at your entrance. you were throbbing in pure heat from his touch. knowing how unsatisfied you once were from the absence of it.

“I’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been missing.” he nuzzled his face into your neck, trailing love marks around it. slowly slipping inside you, as you both gasped at the sensation.

“hold me” you moaned, caressing his smooth back. he passionately kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. pumping himself inside you faster. “shit…you’re squeezing me so good” he moaned, rocking you steadily.

you rolled your hips, while your eyes reached the back of your head. your moans started filling the void of loneliness, feeling his dick poke at your g-spot. “look at me baby” he spoke softly in your ear, as you looked at his seductive body in motion of your waterfalls.

then into his eyes you gazed, seeing pure stars. “you’re so gorgeous focusing on me” he kissed you gently, as you pleaded for him to not stop. “mmh you feel so good” your body clung onto him like a magnet. it loved his affection from start to finish. even nights where it was hours in, you couldn’t get enough.

his thrust became more sloppy, as you heard echos from both of your skin crashing. you held his face in your palms, pushing him deeper into your sex. “yes baby, cum inside me” you felt your climax rise, while all that frustration you had before started to fade into pure bliss.

“fuck, i missed you” he moaned loudly, massaging your love handles while he rubbed your clit with his free hand. making your body jolt with pure pleasure, as you let your rain pour onto his wood.

he reciprocated within you, as you both rode out your climaxes, moaning deeply. he hummed against your lips, as you gripped onto his shoulders, trying to bring down your high.

“can you lay on your stomach for me baby?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded, doing exactly what he wanted. you put a small arch in your back, as he sat on his knees getting you comfortable.

he lines himself against your folds, slowly slipping into your walls again. starting off slow with his pace while he kisses up your spine, to your ear. it gave you chills, while you let out a weak sigh. he parted your legs further, digging into you as you lift your head to kiss his lips.

“deeper please baby” you moan loudly, feeling his thrust become more intense. you bit your lip, gripping the pillow beneath you, as he pulled you up against his chest.

“i love that you still know how to use those manners princess” he whispered in your ear, as you gripped his arm tightly. you hissed at the way he kept digging into you the way he was.

he wrapped his hand around your neck, softly. “you like that princess?” “tell me she’s still mine” he said breathlessly. “sh- she’s still..” your voice shook as your body turned limp. he hummed in a questionable manner, so you could repeat yourself.

he laid you down, still on top of you, as his strokes became more tense. “fuck, she’s still yours daddy” you moaned, squeezing the sheets. “good girl baby” he lifted your head to kiss him passionately. “you wanna cum with daddy, hm?” he growled against your lips.

“yess, please” you trembled beneath him while both of your moans filled the room. he reached to intertwine his fingers with yours, insisting that you need to squeeze onto something more valuable.

your climaxes came together, feeling him deeply groan against your neck, placing small kisses. “goodness, it only gets better every time” you panted, as you turned around seeing a huge grin on his face. he loved to hear that from you. biting his lip, trying to stop himself from laughing.

“I love you, silly” you giggled, kissing him deeply. “I love you more”he hummed against your lips.

･ ⟢ ⋮ BAD influence (2) ゛༝. 

part 2 of my 18+ bad!michael x fem!alt artist!reader oneshot inspired by a mix of this req and this req! part 1 | part 2

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ synopsis: after watching you defend him on stage wearing his face like a shield and especially after that electric backstage encounter that left him wanting so much more of you—he shows up at your hotel room late at night, completely overtaken by desperation for you. what follows is a full night of surrender from him to you, and he gives you his everything.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ content warning! 18+ LONG fic once again ♡ y/n is not mentioned and neither are any appearance descriptions ♡ porn with plot ♡ build-up to the smut ♡ power dynamics (softdom!reader, sub!michael) ♡ multiple orgasms on both parties ♡ cunnilingus with overstim and slight edging ♡ fellatio with edging and overstim ♡ michael cums untouched in his pants at one point... ♡ unprotected penetrative sex & creampie (WRAP IT UP!!!) ♡ emotional vulnerability and confessions of love ♡ age gap (29/23) ♡ slightly angsty ♡ mention of michael's vitiligo ♡

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc: um... 10.5k... i got so carried away #FREAKEDOUT

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: i feel like i've been working on this fic for like a week straight and lowkey... its somewhat proof-read but not rlly. i kept changing things about this cuz i was getting picky but i give up im just posting it as it is IDGAFFF so sorry if theres some grammar mistakes or repetitiveness BUT I HOPE U GUYS LIKE!!! I listened to who is it and any time, any place intermediately on loop for the entirety of writing this fic so just keep that in mind...

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