#ahsimagines

All eyes were on her at all times. If it weren’t by Michael himself, it was always someone else. Or better yet, everyone else. (Y/N) dealt with pressure easily; dispersing it and hiding it so well. She always pushed it aside as if it were just some assignment from Intro to Anatomy due three weeks in advances; she always would beat around the bush. Michael was the highest paid model in the industry, having a respectable-sized fanbase. Despite barely knowing her name, the fanbase and the whole industry watched (Y/N) to slip up and leave Michael. It’s eventually going to happen.

She never thought that she would get hate for just being with a model. She read about singers and actors having girlfriends and them receiving hate, but model? How unconventional.

It never would get to her then. Why all of a sudden it got to (Y/N) now? The pressure of all these eyes and trying to be perfect for him scared her. She was extremely happy with who she was now, but why was it that she felt so disconnected? She found her thoughts reaching the insecure side of her. The side that she'd never felt in the year and a half.

Before Michael, (Y/N) lived her life to the fullest. She would attend countless parties and drink away any thought of school on the weekends. But all of this came to a halt when Michael stepped in the picture, allowing her to ultimately being the her she was before spiralling out. A squeaky clean (Y/N). The (Y/N) who wouldn't dare step foot out of the house without Michael. The (Y/N) who would rather stay in studying on the couch while he read some weird novel she'd never heard of. But when the pressure came too much? This (Y/N) fled for shelter and set the wild one loose. It was bound to happen sometime.

(Y/N) couldn't stand the thought of Michael growing tired of her and eventually leaving. Could anyone ever prepare for the one person they truly love to actually leave them? No, but (Y/N) wanted to try. So, the old (Y/N) grew distant to her loving boyfriend. Slowly, but surely. Michael had a four week stride until the next gig and he planned to spend all his time with his lover (when she didn't have any classes, of course). However, for two of those weeks, (Y/N) practically avoided him at all cost and Michael had enough.

He sat on the couch watching some tacky ass Christmas movie while (Y/N) was upstairs getting ready to go out, something she hadn't done much in the duration of their relationship.

“Bub?” Michael's voice startled her, like it wasn't destined to happen as if she wasn't ready to go out without a word. “You're going out?” Obviously.

“Yes, don't wait up, yeah?” That's it? His conscious became clouded with more thoughts just urging him to press forward.

“Wait.” He pops up, rushing to the door, shutting it before she could even get it open all the way.

“Michael.” She groans, slouching her shoulders like this was the biggest inconvenience he could ever do. Her mannerisms were unlike the (Y/N) he knew.

“It's a Wednesday night, are you really going clubbing?” Michael's voice boomed a bit louder than he'd want it to be.

“I'm just going out with a few friends.” Her vague answers almost making his head pop. Michael was the protective type and didn't like when she was vague with her answers.

“Your midterms are two weeks away?” The confusion sustained in his voice. He didn't understand where it was all coming from. “You don't even go out when there are tests coming up, why are you going out now?”

(Y/N) felt bad for being the way she was for the past weeks, but the old her suppressed her loving state feeling a drop of anger. “Why are you acting like my dad now? Can I not go out?” Her tone took him aback and snapped something into Michael. In less than a second, (Y/N) had her hands pinned above her head and Michael's face invading her personal bubble (not that she even cared, he hadn't been this close in two weeks).

“It seems like you lost your place.” His breath hot against her lips. She could practically taste the thin mints he'd been snacking on minutes ago. She bit her inner cheek, any more words from her and that would be her ass. (Y/N) knew that. “What has gotten into you lately?” He plants soft kisses to her neck, arousing her so instantly. He hadn't touched her like that (or at all) in a minute and it made (Y/N) feel so bad.

“How are you turned on in the middle of a petty argument?” She let slip, knowing she shouldn't have. Normally (Y/N) wouldn't even say a word without his permission when they were intimate but at the moment, she wasn't exactly normal (Y/N).

“Hm,” he hummed looking her up and down, making her feel that pit of nervousness in her stomach. “If I were you, I'd keep my pretty little mouth shut.” He ushered her to their room and with no protests, (Y/N) followed blindly.

He allowed her to strip down of her outfit she literally spent all day thinking about and sit on the bed before him, naked. It was a natural routine.

“Now,” His voice boomed again, echoing in the large room. Michael swiftly moves in front of her, caressing her cheek. (Y/N) flinches at the coldness of the rings, feeling like they were biting at her. “I have to bring you back into your place. As always. Huh, bubby?”

“Yes, daddy.” She mutters. (Y/N) couldn't lie, she missed this type of interaction, but something in her made her feel the pressure of the public again. Like it was gnawing at her at all times, telling her she didn't belong with Michael.

“What's the safe word?” Michael asks, squishing her face and tilting it upward.

“Pineapple.” She recites, making Michael smile softly.

“And the rules?”

“No touching unless Daddy says so. No referring to you as anything other than Daddy. No cumming unless Daddy says so.” Michael nods happy with her knowing the rules. He didn't always make her recite them, only when they hadn't touched each other for a period of time.

“Good girl.” Michael pushes her back to the bed and climbs atop her in one swift movement. Foreplay was his favorite part. He loved the build up and how easy it was to get (Y/N) soaking on their silky, red sheets. Going painstakingly slow was his favorite part of it all. He forcefully presses his mouth to hers and almost instantly, (Y/N) falls under his touch she longed for all this time. As time progressed he slowly moved to her jaw, down her neck, and finally to her breasts. (Y/N) hated how slow he'd go, but anything could be better than no touching at all. For a few minutes, he focused on her nipples. Flicking them to get them hard, then swirling his tongue around her areola but really sucking on them gingerly. She kept her hands above her head at all times, not wanting anything than this.

When Michael got down there, she was seeping through. The silence killed her. Michael was all but quiet and without him being so vocal, she felt like there was something wrong. Maybe she ignored him so long that he grew tired of her?

“I shouldn't even touch you because you've been so bad these past weeks.” He says, sliding his two fingers up her slit. (Y/N) sucks in a great amount of air, was she even allowed to moan in this state? “I spoil you too much.” He licks his fingers clean of her juices and slips them in without warning. She clamped her legs together from his lack of warning. Michael fingers pump in and out of her, the same coldness she felt on her face merely minutes ago hit her pussy.

“So, quiet. You want me to stop?” His strong voice snaps, fingers threatening to come to a halt.

“No! No, please.” Her pleas don't convince him any further. His fingers slow down painfully, causing her to groan. “Daddy, please. I'm sorry don't stop.”

Michael accepts the little cry and even more. He attached his mouth to her clit, sliding his tongue upward. He licked up whatever juices had flown, cleaning her dripping mess. “So fucking good.” He moaned. The intensity of him sucking her clit and the fast movement of his fingers is what brought her into the mewling mess she was now. She was about to cum and he knew it.

“Daddy, please. I'm gon- gonna-” The churning feeling in her stomach didn't allow her to finish her sentence. But Michael was just getting started with this long, punishment-filled night.

“You're going to what, kitten?” He asked, playing dumb. Before she could say anything else or plea for him to let her cum (which she would've done in a few seconds seconds hadn't he stopped), he pulled his fingers from her and stood up straight. Soon her moans of annoyance and sadness filled the air. “Bad girls don't get to cum.” Michael announces, sucking on his fingers coated with her fresh with her wetness. His chuckle fills the room watching her recover from it all.

“Maybe if you make enough noise this time around, I might allow you to cum.” What a great lie that was. As (Y/N) came around to her climax, being a moaning mess, Michael's tongue and fingers than worked so well together in sync stopped. A second time. “God, Daddy why'd you stop?” (Y/N) cried out, panting heavily at the lack of her release. She knew that one was going to be a hell of an orgasm, yet it never arrived.

“Because I can.” He taunted.

She had no energy for any other words beside “Daddy” and “please.” Although, on a normal day (being that they were very active in intimacy) she could go for at least four rounds. Two would be as bad as it was now. Michael found it refreshing, after the long two week gap, he wanted nothing more than this type of pleasure he got. In the span of two years she should've know that Michael derived off of teasing her.

While she took the time to recover again, she asked Michael to throat fuck her and being that he could never turn it down, he ran with the offer. Michael himself of his homely attire (which were literally only boxers because he felt no reason to actually have clothes on when doing nothing). He wanted his throbbing cock to be in the warm and wetness of her mouth. “On your knees.” Michael was always so thorough when it came to fucking, but with words he only used a quick few. Especially when he wanted to throat fuck her.

(Y/N) never had to do much when he wanted to ram his cock in and out of her mouth. All she ever did was first, ask to hold his thighs for stability and then hollow her cheeks for the man while he gripped her hair and thrusted his hips forward. “Can I touch you, please Daddy?” She asked sweetly, he knew she needed it to stay up right, so he allowed it.

“Wet my cock.” He commanded. She nods and instantly takes his length into her mouth. When it came to this part Michael was always so rough with her. (Y/N) takes all of him into her mouth, making the mistake of sucking the tip when she almost finished his instructions. Although, he moaned, (Y/N) felt him pull her hair. “I told you to wet my cock, not suck it. Start over.” She sighed, biting her cheek before taking on the task and finishing correctly.

“Was it that hard?” He asked harshly. She shook her head, hollowing her cheeks as he slid his cock in her mouth. “Such a dirty slut. Wanting Daddy’,s cock in her mouth.” her think. Maybe it was her fault he was being this rough. Maybe because she ignored him for two weeks he only sees her as a dirty slut. Her thoughts made her slip into subspace. So high in the clouds, deep in thought all while he fucked her mouth. Tears brimmed her eyes and it wasn't only from him shoving it so far down her throat. She looked up at the gorgeous man as he release beautiful noises of pleasure. It scared her to think he could leave her anytime soon.

Before she knew it, he released all of him into her mouth. He didn't seem to notice how off she was acting.

“Do I have to tie you up or can you be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself?” He asked as he motioned for her to lay on her stomach with her ass up.

“I’ll be good, daddy.” She mumbles softly. Michael's cock was throbbing to be in her. Was his sex drive for her really that high? He’d asked himself. Without a warning, he slides into her dripping cunt painfully slow. Michael could honestly feel himself stretching her out and that itself made him want her more. “Love your tight pussy. Feels so fucking good. Such a good slut for Daddy.”

When Michael finally got into it, catching his rhythm and getting into his normally groove, (Y/N) felt it pushing back out. Slamming into her never felt better. One hand rested around her waist for grip while the other groped at her ass as he thrusted in and out of her. Once his speed picked up to its fastest and he full length was deepest into her, (Y/N) found it hard to resist touching him. If it were one thing while he ate her out not to tangle her hands in his silky, blond hair, she couldn't handle not being able to touch. Even more so now that this was really the first time in a while that he even laid a finger on her, let alone being inside her. In a matter of time, Michael heard her moaning that she was ready to cum and ultimately begging him to allow her to release.

“Oh god- Daddy please please-” She lets out an ungodly moan as his sloppy thrusts and thick cock really fill her. “Can I please, Daddy?” She mutters along with a few more incoherent words. All (Y/N) needed was to cum once and maybe she'd come back, but when Michael pulled out of her for the third time that night she felt it creeping on her.

A soft cry escapes her lips, which ultimately turned into a quiet sob. Michael was trying to figure out if he hurt her-- in which he kind of did, but how? He turned her gently to face him and he swore in that moment his heart ached for his precious angel.

“Oh, baby- what's wrong?” The sincerity of his voice would've snapped her out of it, but it didn't do a thing.

“You've been teasing me all night, daddy. And-and you called me a slut.” She mumbles with a small pout on her face. Michael swipes his thumb across her face, wiping any tears falling out of her eyes. “Is that all I am to you, daddy?”

“Baby no! Of course not.” He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but he didn't know how to deal with this. She's dealt with his domspace easily, but it wasn't normal for her to be in this state longer than a minute. Surely not long enough to ask such questions.

“Then is it because I was a bad kitten? Daddy, I-I can be better! I'm sorry for not being a good girl for you daddy-” She rambles on worrying her loving boyfriend further.

“Of course not. You're such a good girl, (Y/N). The best.” Her face contorted when she heard her actual name instead of a endearing pet name, but at the same time is glad Daddy wasn't mad or thought she was bad. “You okay now, baby?”

“Mmm.” She hummed staring intent his features.

“Didn't think I pushed you that much.” He breathed out, caressing her cheek. She melts instantly in his touch. “Guess this is what happens when I don't let you cum all night. Right, honey?”

“Your rings are super cold, daddy.” She mumbles softly. Probably already dying to sleep.

“Ah, ah.” He rocks her awake. “Stay up with me. Let's get you to the shower.” And that he does. He faced the real facts of the matter. Michael wasn't a people person, in fact, he just had no room for people in general. He just didn't like being around them. Before he met (Y/N), he wouldn't dare to do a thing like this for some sub he had that wanted him for his fame or fortune (or sometimes both). Reassurance wasn't even a thing with those other girls. Despite their states with him, he would always send them home. And when the could drive? Michael send them a cab out of there.

The only way he knew how to get her to be his actual girlfriend and not some spaced out version of her was to call her by her name. As much as spaced (Y/N) hated it, it eventually would work.

“Hey, baby. You think you can bring back my (Y/N)?” He asked, finally finished with showering her and dressing her into her warm pajamas.

“Why? You don't want me, daddy?” Spaced (Y/N) asked with a frown.

“No, you know I want you. I just need (Y/N) back, you know, Michael's (Y/N) back.” He explained gently, trying not to break her little heart any further. "I'm Michael now, not daddy, honey."

“Oh, okay.” She mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder. It did take a minute, but he had time. All he wanted was (Y/N), for the past few weeks actually. It wasn't just tonight, it was every other night when she laid in this bed but felt so far gone. Finally when she felt more centered and out of it he sighed in relief.

“Are you back?” He asked, nudging (Y/N). She just nods leading herself to her pillow getting ready for bed. Michael decided to save it for the morning.

“No class?” Michael asked as she trudged into the kitchen. She shakes her head, not offering up any words. Should've left you in the clouds, at least you talked to me. “(Y/N). Sit.” He pointed to the chair, fed up with how she was neglecting him for no reason. “Did I do something?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No.” (Y/N) simple stated, not trying to even cover whatever feelings she was hiding.

“‘m tired of you bullshitting me. Please can you just enlighten me on how you've ignored me for two weeks.”

“It's stupid. I'm sorry.” She attempts to stall not wanting him to know the real reason behind the whole dilemma was insecurities.

“Stalling won't get you anywhere.” Michael bluntly says, placing his chin in the palm of his hand. “Communicate with me.”

It took her a minute to gather the words up without her sounding stupid and insecure, everything she told herself she wouldn't be when getting with Michael. “I was just- it sounds dumb thinking about it now- but I just felt,” she paused for a second, then blurted, “you were going to leave me.”

“What the fuck made you even assume that?” His sudden outburst startled her, but she still continued.

“I just read something somewhere where they said you were eventually going to get tired of me.” (Y/N)'s voice so small and mousy.

“I would never get tired of you. Why would you- those people behind their sorry ass screens writing articles to stir something don't know us. Baby, how could you be so gullible?” He sighs, followed by a laugh.

“Yeah, well I'm still salty about last night so I'm not having any of it.” She props herself up off the table, but Michael grabs her wrist.

“Remember the last time you begged me to cum? Couldn't handle anymore than five.” He teased in her ear. She rolled her eyes, facing him with a large smile.