#pms

Bad era Michael x Fem Reader

༻✦ 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ 18+ MDNI ‼️‼️ Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship, Mentions of Cycle (reader PMSing💔), Mikey being the sweetest boyfriend (ever), not proofread.

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You stirred in the king sized bed shared between you and Michael as the sun creeped into the sky, breaking through the rose colored curtains, the warmth coating your exposed skin. The shine made your eyes squint as they adjusted, making your pupils dilate to a tiny dot in your deep brown irises.

As your brain registered its environment, so did all the nerves in your body, which you quickly realized when a sharp pain ripped through your lower abdomen, eliciting a hiss from your teeth. You pulled your legs up your chest and wrapped them in your arms, squeezing your eyes shut as the pain grew stronger.

“Jesus!” You cried out softly, careful to not wake Michael, whose body was still tucked near yours.

He stirred at your movements, but did not fully awake until you sat up completely, letting your feet plant on the plush velvety red carpet beneath the mattress.

“Baby?” The grumble of his voice didn’t register to you as you hugged yourself, body bent so far that your forehead almost touched your knees.

The silence concerned him, and as he registered your state, your curved position concerned him more.

“Hey, what is it?” He shifts closer to you, letting his body press to your back, mimicking your shape so he can litter gentle kisses to your shoulders, following the path with his large palms.

You just groan, weakly pointing to the pretty pink calendar sitting on your bedside table. His eyes follow the direction and he goes to grab it, scanning it for understanding.

“Oh..” His eyebrows raise in understanding as the big red letters spanned across January 12-19 blared at him.

“SHARK WEEK”

“Mhm..” The soft acknowledgment that slips your lips as you curl further into yourself made Michael’s heart ache. He hated seeing his poor baby in pain like this.

He shifted back from you, searching the sheets to see if you bled through, but the space was clear, no patches in sight. His body met yours again, molding against yours so he could engulf you in his embrace.

You felt so small against him as tears begin to well in your eyes, slowly streaming as the pain spread to your core, a whine escaping your lips in response.

Michael’s face contorts with worry, immediately rushing to kneel in front of you and guiding your forehead to his shoulder. “Alright angel it’s okay..”

A sob escapes your throat, the tears falling quicker as the pain deepens.

“I know, baby, I know.” His voice was featherlight, an attempt to blanket you in comfort. “This is the worst of it, yeah?”

You just nod, more sobs ripping through you. “Yes..” The voice leaving you was so broken, so fragile that he almost didn’t catch it.

Michael’s eyes threaten to well up, the sight before him making his chest tighten, but he blinks it away. He’s seen this before, the beginning of your cycle, and even before then, he witnessed it with his sisters, so he understood…

But it was different with you. The way you cried, the way you described your pain each time was far more intense than he’d seen with Rebbie, Janet and Latoya. You would tell him it felt like your insides were being ripped to shreds, like Freddy Krueger himself dwelled in your womb.

It broke his heart for him to see you like this, such a fragile version of your usual “sunshine and happy” self. The way you sobbed like the pain was unbearable, excruciatingly unbearable, created a pit in his soul, but he was determined to do anything he could to bring you just an ounce of relief.

He took his hands to both your shoulders, slowly raising you so that he was in your eye sight, your face screwed up from the intense sensations. “Hey… can you look at me, just for a little?” His head cocked to the side, desperate to hide his look of despair.

You nod, shakily moving your eyes to his as your lip quivered, tears still streaming.

“Good.. good that’s good..” Michael’s hand reaches to your hair, gently caressing it as he gave you a small smile, looking up at you. “I’m gonna make it better, okay? Gonna take care of you.” His voice is slightly above a whisper as he places his soft lips to your shoulder.

“You promise?” The words are caught between a pathetic cry, so tender and bruised that Michael could feel how much it hurt to say. He nods immediately in response.

“I promise, angel.” He pulls you into him, letting your head return to his shoulder. “I’m gonna make you some tea, run you a bath, bring all your favorite snacks… how does that sound?”

“Okay” its strained, but earnest as you nod against him, encouraging his arms to wrap around you tighter.

“Okay…” He leans back on his heels, looking up at your hunched body before him. “Do you want me to check to see if you started bleeding, or if it’s just the preamble?” A smirk creeps on his face, attempting to lighten your mood, but ultimately to no avail.

You nod once more, words becoming harder to utter as the pain progresses. Fortunately, the wave passes for a moment, letting you sit up out of your position.

“There she is…” His voice a whisper as he moves his hands to your knees, palming them gently. “Can you stand for me? So I can check?” He grasps your hands and lays a kiss to the back of one, letting his thumb caress the spot.

“Yes.” Your body slowly rises from the mattress with his assistance, stumbling slightly before stabilizing.

His hands hook at your panties that are peaking beneath your silk gown, tenderly pulling them down your thighs for examination. The soft cotton revealed no spotting or any signs of bleeding, so he put them back in place, just for now.

“All clear baby.” His hands caress your thighs before looking up at your exhausted tear stained face. Eyes puffy and red, as your lip quivered with anticipation of another wave. “Oh my sweet girl…”

He rises up to his feet, quickly pulling you into him just in time as the cramps build up again, making your knees buckle in reaction. You bury your face into the crook of his neck as he catches you, immediately guiding you back into the bed.

“Hurts so much..” you breathe out before a gasp cuts you off, a cramp so intense that you retreat to fetal position once more.

Michael lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s gonna be okay.. it’ll be over soon I’m gonna take care of you..” His body bends down towards yours, placing his lips on your burning temple, not minding the salty tears that lingered there. “I’m gonna run you a bath, and I’ll be right back I promise..”

You don’t respond, you just squeeze your eyes shut, folding into yourself tighter.

“Can you nod for me? Need to see that you can hear me angel.”

You nod weakly, lips moving to attempt to speak, but to no avail.

“Good… hang tight momma, I’m gonna make it all better.” He quickly trails off into the bathroom, tugging up at his semi-loose pajama pants on the way.

The light switch flicks on after contact from Michael’s knuckle, illuminating the large bathroom, causing shiny silver and teal accents to twinkle across the walls.

Michael’s eyes squint at the brightness, taking a while to adapt before he can open them fully again. Once the sting dissolved, he made his way to one of the cabinets with the pearl handle beneath the sink and opened it. His eyes scanned the contents of the below sink storage, immediately grabbing the bubble bath liquid once he spots it. He continues his search, eventually grabbing containers of epsom salt and lavender.

From outside the bathroom, you cried and groaned into pillows, body contorting desperately to find a position to minimize the pain. The pleas rang in Michael’s ears, urging him to finish his task and tend to you.

“I’m coming baby, I’m coming..” He mutters to himself as he brings the bath contents to the porcelain tub, setting it on the ledge.

He reached for the water handle at the foot of the bath, turning it with a “squeak” before the water began to flow. He sat there for a minute, letting his hand sit beneath the stream to ensure the perfect temperature, fiddling with hot and cold knobs until it was just right. Once it was, he took hold of the bubble bath liquid and opened the cap, allowing the scents of natural chamomile and lavender to flood his nose.

His hand wrapped around the bottle squeezed the contents into the base of the tub, plugging it once he finished to let the micelles form from the water flow. He then took two scoops of epsom salt and sprinkled it in, stirring it with his hand to aid with its dissolving. The scent grew stronger, completely filling the bathroom and almost beginning to tranquillize Michael.

His head lulled but he stayed alert, watching as the tub filled and the mountains of fluffy bubbles grew steeper and wider. When the water reached the fill spot (that you marked because your lover had a terrible habit of overfilling), Michael turned off the faucet and sprinkled some lavender petals in, just for extra aromatherapy.

The bath looked like something out of a magazine; large, pretty, and cascaded with bubbles and leaves. The bubble liquid also made it a faint shade of purple, adding to the ambiance. The way the teal trim complimented the scenery really put it all together, crafting a space of tranquil luxury.

Michael admired his work before hastily returning to you, his damsel in PMS, his sweet girl. You were still crying, but softer this time, body now on the floor.

“Angel?” He cooed, meeting you where you are on the plush carpet, crossing his legs and caressing your hair.

“mmm…” you groan out, attempting to bury yourself deeper into the floor.

“Your bath is ready… c’mon before it get’s cold..”

Your head shakes in negation. “I can’t…”

“You want me to carry you?” he suggests as he pets your head, scratching your scalp every so often.

You nod, sitting up slowly and reaching your arms out to him.

A small laugh escapes him before he positions himself to his knees, reflecting your outstretched gesture once he’s sturdy. He moves toward you first, minimizing unnecessary movement from you.

When he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck, followed by your legs around his waist in a spider monkey fashion. He adjusts his grip so you’re secure, and begins to stand up, bouncing you in his arms gently to stabilize his hold.

“Alright let’s go my big baby.” He teases before twisting his head to kiss your shoulder. You groan in response, your sniffles making it not as stern as you intended it to be.

After a careful stride, you are both in the bathroom, the scents immediately rushing to your brain. Michael carefully sets you down, the cool tile against your feet making you shiver.

“Gonna take these off, okay?” He gestures to your adornments, and you nod in agreement.

His fingers slip beneath your gown, tenderly pulling it up and over your head, exposing your bare skin to the gentle chill of the air. His eyes linger as your nipples harden from the temperature, trying his hardest not to let his brain linger with them.

You don’t even notice. You’re too busy shifting from side to side as the uncomfortableness grows into another wave.

Michael notices your movements and comes to, crouching down to remove your panties, leaving you completely exposed to him. He takes a deep breath, returning his focus back to you and your body language, silently urging him to hurry up.

“All done.” He plants a soft kiss to your shoulder before letting his hand splay over your lower back, ushering you towards the bathtub.

He takes your hands in his and guides you in, one foot at a time, eventually helping you sink in completely.

You take a deep sigh as your body adjusts to the soothing warmth, letting the aromas and salts sooth your pained abdomen. You slide your back down against the wall a little deeper, letting the ends of your hair dampen and collect a blanket of bubbles.

“How’s that feel? Feels good?” Michael kneels down on the floor, the chill of the tile biting through his silky thin bottoms. He ignores the sensation and focuses on you, letting his fingers tuck in your hair as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“feels good..” you whisper, voice slightly calmer, but still shaky from the lingering, now dulling, pain.

“You want me to turn on the jets for you?” He suggests in a honey soft tone, never letting his eyes leave yours.

You simply shake your head no, eyes closed as you take in the environment, letting it dissolve your aches.

“Okay..” his lip curls then falls quickly as he leans toward you, placing his lips on your temple and letting them linger for a beat before pulling away. “I’m gonna start you some tea,” he announces before standing again. “Just call out if you need me, okay angel?” His eyes linger over you once more before he moves toward the door, dimming the lights to a tranquil setting for your comfort.

“Wait, Mikey..” You call out weakly, stopping him in his tracks and turning him on his heels.

“Hm?”

“Stay with me?”

The way your eyes plead to him obviously breaks all resolve he swore he had. He moves back towards the tub nodding. “Yeah, course’ I’ll stay and sit with you baby.” His legs collapse into a crossed position with ease, placing Michael on his butt right next to the tub.

“No…” You sit your body up with all your strength, scooting forward to make him some space. “Want you to get in with me.”

“You sure?” He coos to you, standing anyways despite the lack of confirmation from you. You nod, which just prompts him to shimmy out of his pants and boxers slowly, revealing his hard cock.

Your eyes dart back and forth between different parts of his body; hands, lips, face, cock, neck, hands, shoulders, fingers.. and it adds a new kind of ache to your core.

You watch as he slides in behind you, adjusting and encapsulating you between his thighs. When he settles, he pulls your body flush to him, your back resting on his warm chest. You let out a soft hum as you both get comfortable, letting your head lull back against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Mikey.” You breathe out before turning your head towards his jaw, pecking it softly in appreciation. “Feels so nice..” Your head returns the the lulled position, taking a deep breath as your eyes flutter shut softly.

Michael just hums back to you, peppering kisses wherever he can reach while his hands snake to your abdomen. The pads of his fingers apply pressure to different areas, attempting to soothe the tension like he normally does.

“Does that feel good?” He murmurs tenderly into your ear as he continues to knead your soft flesh. “Is that helping, sweet girl?”

“Mhm..” You moan in relief and relaxation, letting yourself sink further as your body slides down his chest, resting your head there. Another wave of cramps rush over you, but with everything combating them, the herbs, the atmosphere, and your Mikey, it simply causes your eyes to squeeze tight. It’s a dull impact, but you still take Michaels hand and guide it to where it hit, encouraging him to massage there.

“How are the cramps?” He inquires as he works your tummy, his eyes lingering across your body, relief filling him when he notices the steadiness of your breath. “Still intense?” His hand shifts to a new area.

“Mm-mm.”

“Need me to go anywhere else? Somewhere I missed?” He questions once more, this time letting his lips graze your ear. He lets you think for a moment, working his lips over your exposed shoulder as he waits for your guidance.

A small “mhm” leaves your lips, your head nodding in small increments as that ache in your core intensifies at his affection.

“Show me?” he cranes his neck so your eyes can meet, guiding your face to the same position, your eyes opening in response.

You nod once more, carefully placing your hand over his, never breaking contact until you reach the outer edges of your core, letting his fingers graze that ultra sensitive button nestled right on top.

“Right here baby?” He starts to tease it, fiddling with it between his fingers, causing you to exhale at the sensation.

“Yes, please.” You whine. Your hips rut lazily against the pad of his fingers, chasing more friction.

He takes his free hand and holds you down from your belly, applying a slight pressure. “It’s okay.. ‘m gonna make it all better.” You feel his lips kissing at your ears, your neck, and your shoulders as he works your pretty pussy. “My pretty, pretty girl… I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, angel.”

His words caress your ears and body as he builds a rhythm in his hand, carefully circling with pressure, just the way you like it. The way your breathes deepen as you relax further into him makes his heart swell, encouraging him to keep up his efforts.

“It’s okay, Mikey ~mm~ you’re making me feel so much better.” That tiny whine that broke your sentence made his cock twitch. It was all so much in the best way possible. You were flush against him, face buried in his neck, hand bent and hooked around the nape of it, all in a state of bliss.

He continued to litter more kisses to your skin before slipping his middle finger inside your cunt, making you gasp at the intrusion. “Such pretty sounds, angel.” He smiles at your noises, happy that they’re of pleasure, and not the sobs caused from pain.

He pumps it in and out, letting the pad curve to leave pressure against that spongey spot that drives you crazy. Your mouth falls open into an ‘O’ shape, brows raising and contorting as Michael continues his motions.

“Found that ache, hm?” He asks knowingly, and you nod, mouth still agape. He takes the opportunity to meet you with an open mouth kiss, plunging his tongue inside at the same time he adds another finger to your core, ripping a symphony of moans from your throat.

His free hand cradles your jaw briefly before moving down to your clit, circling as he curls his fingers inside you, all while keeping his lips locked with yours. Your hook around his neck tights as your breathing quickens.

“Mikey..” It’s barely audible as you pull back for a breath, but with his eyes locked on your lips he’s able to catch it.. He knows why you’re calling his name in such devastatingly beautiful manner…

You were close, he could feel you squeezing around his fingers, could see the way your breaths shallowed in your chest, the way your face scrunched up in pleasure.

“I know, lovey, I know..” He lets his lips linger on your forehead as he brought you exactly where you needed to be with his fingers, not daring to slow down that perfect rhythm. “You can let go for me, it’s okay.. it’s okay.”

The way he spoke to you completely broke the dam, sending you over the edge as he worked you through your orgasm. You buried your face into his neck, breathing him in through the lavender and chamomile that carefully complimented his scent. One final whine broke through your lips as your chest heaved while he coaxed your final wave.

Once he knew you were fully satisfied, completely through your pleasure, he removed his fingers from your hole, making you pout from the absence. Your breathing had evened out, matching his as your eyes grew heavy, gentle hums leaving your throat in response to his hand petting your hair.

“Scratchies…” you mumble. His fingers replace his palm on your head in response, gently scratching against your scalp just the way you like it.

“How you feeling?” He shifts slightly, moving his arm to rest on the rim of the tub. You take this as an opportunity to rest your head there, letting your cheek against his bicep.

“Better.” You nuzzle into him, sighing softly as he continues to massage your scalp, the sensation of cramps long gone.

“See? Told you I’d make it all better.” He smiles into a kiss that lands on your shoulder, eliciting a smile from you in tandem.

“Mhm.” You nod in agreement as you lazily fiddle with the bubbles, letting the water slosh around softly from the movement.

It’s quiet for a beat, and your eyes begin to flutter shut, bubble occupied hand slumping into a resting position, the aroma and comfort an aid in pulling you into slumber. Michael watches as your body softens, your chest moving slower and with more ease. Your head lulls against his arm, and soon enough tiny snores sound through your nostrils.

“My sleepy baby..” His lips meet the crown of your head, repeatedly making contact before pulling away. His eyes linger over you, breathing in this tender moment that encapsulates your relief.

He thinks about waking you for a moment so he can make you some tea, but quickly decides against it, wanting to savor your peace.

Instead he just holds you there, letting you use him as an anchor of calm, of comfort. He sings softly and whispers sweet nothings to you, partly to keep him awake, partly to soothe you in your dreams.

He places a kiss on your temple once more, letting it linger like before, pulling away as he watches you fall deeper into sleep.

“There you go.. get some rest angel, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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I gave her pms cuz she deservs it more than me