You dried your hands on the small towel hanging next to you, grinning up at his reflection. “You missed me?”

“So bad.”

A bigger smile was creeping onto your face, but then you realized something. Your brows scrunched in confusion. “Why are we talking so low?”

“Tink is sleep.”

“Oh, ok. That must’ve just happened.”

“Which means we have about fifteen minutes, give or take,” he said, hurrying out of his jacket and tossing it to the floor.

Your head jerked forward, lips pursed, but you were only partially confused now. “Um, to do what?”

Ignoring you completely, he curved his arms around your waist and licked his lips, trailing wet kisses at the crook of your neck.

“Nope.” You whipped around to face him, throwing your hands up to his chest before he could wrap you up too tightly. Or get you too loose.

“Why not?”

He was frowning like you were the one not making any sense. So, naturally, you frowned back, aware that he was the actual crazy person. Perpetually pussy drunk.

“Baby, what if she wakes up? What if she walks in here?”

He shrugged. “Lock the door.”

“But, then, what if she needs one of us and we’re in here with the door locked? Being nasty.”

“Baby, I need you.”

“Mike, you gotta focus, boo,” you instructed, snapping your fingers near his face. “Focus.”

He sighed and dropped his head in defeat. He knew you were right, but his hunger was outpacing all of his good sense right now. “If she needs one of us, I can move quickly.”

“Ok, but she’s right in the next room. What if she hears something? She could be scarred for the rest of her little life.”

“Simple. You’re the loud one. Just be quiet.”

Your eyes widened as your jaw fell slack, into a smile. “Not ‘Mr. huff and puff, moan and groan’ tryna play me--” Both of you ducked into near-silent laughter, throwing your hands up to catch the noise before it could go too far. “You be quiet, too, shit.”

“Ok, ok. I will. So, come ooon.” He pressed his body against yours, allowing you to feel all of the frustration he'd been carrying around with him. Your stomach flipped.

“Mike… I don’t know about this.” You bit your lower lip, knowing you were very close to giving in.

“Mama… please?" he whispered right against your ear, grazing it lightly with his soft lips. "You know you love the way I make you feel.”

He raised one of your legs and moved even closer. The desperation in his words as well as his unsteady movements had you leaking into your panties.

“Baby,” you released a frustrated sigh, “...we can’t. Not while Tink’s in here.”

“But she’s asleep, Y/N. Come on, we're wasting precious time.”

You stared at him for a second, just to see how serious he was. There wasn’t a playing bone in his body. Without warning, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up onto the sink, sending some of your products tumbling over.

“Michael!” you whispered, intensely.

“Just let me…” he begged, going straight for your lips. You dodged his kiss, but his hand was ghosting your thigh and slowly creeping into your shorts. “Let me make that pussy feel good.”

You gasped as his lips touched your neck right as those filthy words entered your ears. He didn't usually talk like that, until it was something real crucial. Your glossy walls clenched around nothing. His brain wasn’t in full control and yours was about to follow the leader. 

"But, baby, you know its just a cat nap. She's not even sleep for real," you breathed, eyes closed, neck stretched out and giving him more space.

"We got about ten minutes now."

He was relentless. In the moment, there was only one logical thing you could think to do. You knew you would pay handsomely for it later, but that was a problem for future you. “…Tink, baby, daddy’s home!” you suddenly yelled, covering your face right after.

You watched through your fingers as he backed away, blinking slowly, eyes wide. “Y/N…” he whispered, mouth fallen in disbelief. You licked your tongue out at him, laughing uncontrollably at the genuine shock in his expression. He started to shake his head, unable to hold his laughs seeing you lose it. "I can't believe you, girl.”

"I'm sorryyyy! I didn't know what else to doooo!"

His head slumped back and he huffed dramatically toward the ceiling. Of course, you just laughed. About two seconds later, Tink ran into the bathroom with a huge smile, rubbing the residual sleep from her eyes. “Daddyyyy!”

“Tiiiiiink!” He scooped his baby girl up, peppering kisses onto her cute little face. Then he turned back to you and put his hand over her ear. “I’m tearing that ass up tonight.” Your mouth dropped. He'd spoken softly, but didn't want that to curb the severity of his statement. “And I'm not playing.”

"Oop!" You folded your lips in and bit them, letting your head fall. You knew you were in trouble, but it was your favorite kind. Truthfully, you couldn't wait for the sun to go down. "Well, tear it up then."

He chuckled, nodding his head. "...Alright."