description: you and michael are having troubles spending time together due to his career. a supposed date night turns into a flake, but can michael make it up to you?
syn: established relationship, soft dom!michael, 18+, whole lotta angst, whole lotta smut, sub!reader, bad!era, purposefully lowercase! UM TS IS SO DAMN NASTY LMAO
a/n: y’all asked…y’all received. AND PLEASE IGNORE MY GRAMMAR IDK WDF I BE TALM BOUT 😂😂😂
“ma’am, would you like a refill on that wine?”
the polite voice of the waitress snapping you out of your trance— in which you were staring right at the empty seat in front of you.
you nodded with a smile. as you watched the burgundy-stained liquid pour into your glass, your heart ached at the fact that your boyfriend, michael had been 15 minutes late.
about a week ago, michael reserved this new dining experience just for the two of you. no cameras, no fans, no family, just each other.
due to the consistent work being put in of the making of his new album, bad; the two of you had rarely seen each other. the both of you were so busy. so michael selected this date so you could spare some time together.
finally you notice how your glass had been filled three times, and how the seat in front of you was still empty. checking your watch, now to see that it’s been a whole hour. you don’t say anything but grab some cash out of your purse, placing it on the table for the waitress as her tip.
you step into the car as a sudden weight of sadness fell over you. michael hadn’t came. there were no updates either. tears began to sting your eyes in the backseat of the luxurious car.
you finally arrived home. your driver escorting you into the house, then sending him off with a goodnight and fake smile. just to show that you were okay.
with the clack of your heels dreading through the empty home, you finally make it to your bedroom. undoing the beautiful dress you wore, and tossing it onto the chair beside your bed.
after a warm shower, and putting on your favorite nightgown, you snuggle up into the sheets. the sadness still clawing at your throat, tears slowly began to fall. but despite the emotions that needed to be let out, you were tired. so you went to sleep.
well—you attempted to. your eyes flashed open quickly met with the sound of movement downstairs. you already knew it was michael, because he was humming some sort of song.
the weight of hurt in your chest began aching again. but you didn’t want to face the problem tonight so you just acted as if you were asleep.
a chill goes down your body as michael enters the room. you can’t tell if the chill represents pain or anger, but you know it’s one of the two
michael’s footsteps slow down for a moment, you guess he’s undressing, you can hear the rustles of his heavy belt and his heavy clothing dropping into the laundry basket.
you just sigh as you hear him getting closer. the bed dips beneath you and you can hear him climb in. he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closely.
you couldn’t keep up the fake sleeping act—you were too upset and hurt not to show it. you removed his arm from around you and scooted away.
“m-mama, you awake?” michael questions softly a bit confused.
you let out another sigh, this time loud enough for michael to hear. the tears are coming back. “just go to sleep michael.” you exhale shakily.
“baby… is everything okay?” michael is clearly concerned. ignoring him you scoot further away. michael sighs and looks around the room despite the dim lighting. suddenly, his eyes land on the chair a few feet away from you. which is a beautiful, deep, red dress.
suddenly everything clicks. “shit.” michael mumbled under his breath. “baby.. oh my goodness, baby i’m sorry.” his hand reaches for your soft skin once again, only for you to reject it.
just the act of michael reaching out alone triggers you. the emotions inside of you begging to be let out. to calm yourself, you rise and sit up with your feet dangling off the bed.
michael follows and slides right behind you. his finger dances into the hair on the side of your head, softly pulling it back to flip over your other shoulder, leaving one side of your neck, shoulder, and ears bare. you stay quiet.
michael can fill the guilt unraveling in his mind, he was worried sick. he hated letting you down, especially when it was so—unintentional.
sweetheart, i’m so sorry… i would’ve loved to eat dinner with you but quincy dragged me to the after party…” he said with his chin now resting along your shoulder.
despite his touch you stayed still as the tears threatened to steam down your warm cheeks.
“baby, say somethin’. he frowned. “your scaring me honey… i know we planned to have dinner, but things got carried away. it’s like everyone wanted a piece of me tonight. i’m terribly sorry. i should have been there.” his hand slowly rubbing your tender arms, which were rested by your sides.
gently shrugging him off, you stand and turn. you just stare at him. it’s like so many emotions want to come out but it hurts. michael looks up in your eyes with worry and guilt, he can feel it soaring through his veins.
“when will i have a piece of you?” you shakily exhale. michaels eyes travel down to his hands which are now picking at the skin on his knees trying to distract the nerves he feels all over.
michael opened his mouth and before he could even speak. “i cleared out my schedule. i wore that dress you love even though the lining pokes at my sides. i sat there with hope, only for it to be lost everytime the waiter continuously asked me where the rest of my party was.” you finally stated.
michael’s eyes, traced every detail of your face. he saw the pain and disappointment in every wrinkle. swallowing nervously, his hands came up to yours, gently cradling them together in his lap.
“you mean so much to me”—
“i can barely tell when you don’t even show up to a dinner YOU reserved!” you snarked.
michael sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth, showing frustration. not with you but with himself.
“sometimes it feels like i’m invisible to you. i know i mean a lot to you. but im beginning to doubt it.” you sigh, trying to calm down.
“baby…we’ve been together for so long. i love you so much. things are changing, the both of our lives are changing.” his hands left yours, cradling your hips.
“but from now on, i will forever keep you first. despite all that’s been happening, and our shared time being cut due to our schedules… i wanna keep lovin’ you mama. n’ i wanna do it right.” he spoke in that soft whisper tone that could’ve put you to sleep right then and there. his hands gently caressed your sides and started to slide up. his slim thumb, sitting perfectly tucked under your boob.
before you could even let out a word he pulled you onto his lap. as your body wrapped around his, he took it all in. your scent, your warmth, your love.
with his face shoved into the heat of your neck, your hands went up to rest in his curls. “i love you too michael. but i’m just so tired… physically and mentally.” you could feel his arms wrapped around your waist softly tightening at the sound of your words.. which were filled with unease.
pulling away from your neck, you felt his warm breath against your lips. “then let me put you to sleep baby, and show you how sorry i am.”
you softly bit your lips… “i ain’t letting you off that easy baby.” your hands now relaxed on his shoulders.
michael let out a low chuckle while his hands traveled sensually down your back and softly groped your behind. his fingertips dancing along your skin mixed with the fabric of your soft baby pink nightgown that was riding up your thighs.
micheal’s lips pecked the corner of yours, then up to your cheek, then towards your ear. catching the sweet skin of your lobe in between his lips. his hot breath spreading onto your skin unevenly.
as he moved his kisses all around the perimeter of your neck, jaw, and ears he softly murmured—despite his words being interrupted by the sounds of his lips on your skin. “vacation. you and me. ireland? sounds fun.”
you could feel his neediness with the way his lips didn’t disconnect from your bareness, and the way his hands continuously caressed the flesh of your ass cheeks.
you weren’t angry at michael. just sad and disappointed. but the way he was holding and touching you, it was hard to remember why you were upset in the first place.
finally giving in, you hum in approval of his plans, while your hands meet both the sides of his jaw. mouths intertwining deeply. the movement of his tongues in your warm mouth, representing his desire for forgiveness. “fuck. mama— i’m really sorry hun.” he whines into the kiss.
your hips begin to move uncontrollably, a slow grind warming up your entire body. a shaky breath “it’s okay baby, i forgive you… but i need you to show me a good reason why” you said with a roll of your hips. michael’s fingers pressed into your backside pulling you in closer as his lips met yours. “alright mama, anything for you my love.” he mumbled, practically into your mouth.
the fingers that danced along your skin, softly and sensually, now rested under your thighs with strength. michael cradled you into his arms and flipped you over. with your back hitting the soft silky sheets, his body towering over you with his curls hanging from his face. after the two of you admire each other for quite long enough, michael readjusted the placement of your body. instead of you being on the side of the bed, your head now laid upon the pillows.
your back arched against the sheets as his long fingers felt the heat between your legs, slowly treading against your thigh. The tension that had simmered between you for days finally snapped the moment he pulled you onto the bed. "I'm sorry” he exhaled again.
michael's fingers tangled in the hem of your thin silk nightgown, yanking it up to your waist without struggle. finding you completely bare underneath, his dark eyes flashed with predatory hunger. he spread your legs wide, his hands gripping your thighs gently as he lowered his head, feasting on your warmth with slick, wet strokes that made you whimper and arch your back.
your soft fingers now stranded within his curls as you feel the electricity being sent throughout your body. “feel good baby?” he mumbled. the vibrations of his breath sent chills up your arched spine. all you could do was nod. the pain and hurt was slowly going away and were replaced with desire and lust.
“i wanna hear you mama. talk to me, i need you to do better baby.” he let out, his soft tone being interrupted by the wet sounds of your core. waiting for an answer, michael’s tongue applied pressure to your clit, circling and then sucking. “yes!— yes michael. it feels so fucking good.” you could feel the hot nerves in your stomach coiling.
it was overwhelming. everything at once, hearing the wetness and groans of approval from michael, feeling his fingertips press into your skin controllingly, and the tickle against your stomach from his hair, which began to unravel from its original style.
michael licked a final, devastating stripe up your pussy before crawling up your body, kissing your inner thighs, stomach, and chest. he hovered over you, the silk nightgown completely bunched around your waist now. his thick, hard cock tapped against your entrance, leaking and desperate. "be a good girl, baby. i want you to feel how sorry i am.” he whispered, behind the lust clouding his gigantic eyes, you could also see the love and sorrow.
suddenly you were distracted from looking into his eyes as you felt his heavy member gently plop down against your belly button. michael had already got rid of the release his boxers had on his hardened cock. “come here baby” you say as your hands cradle his face pulling him into a kiss.
the kiss was desperate and needy—from the both of you. one of your hands glided down from his face to his cock. you could feel the cold leakage of his precum against your tummy. you stroked him softly. “yeah mama. just like that” he groaned as his eye contact dropped from the immediate pleasure being spread throughout his body.
he pushed inside slowly, one excruciating inch at a time, letting you feel every ridge of his thick cock stretching you open. "you still mad at me?" he murmured against your ear, his hips grinding forward as you clenched around him. “i’m not sure yet.” you turn your head, whining against his lips.
michael let out a low chuckle, as he began to pick up his pace. the force of his cock, hitting your walls had you forgetting the gut-punching feeling you had tonight in the restaurant. “yes baby yes—fuck, give it all to me michael, i need all of it, angel.” you moaned.
michael’s face warmed up due to the nickname, but the coil in his stomach was heating up much faster. michael reached for the tender skin under your thighs, then guiding your legs on top of his shoulders. both of them.
you let out a loud cry. it was a lot, but you asked for it. and he was giving it to you, his cock driving into you smoothly due to the wetness of your folds.
“shit girl, i love you—mama i need you” michael whined as he let out muffled moans of pleasure into the warmth of your neck. his pace was steady. almost like a beat, one thrust after the other and you were losing it.
all the air leaving your lungs, head cocking back against the pillow, which one hand was tightly gripping and the other digging nail marks into michael’s skin on his back.
the two of you were so close. you needed this, especially after feeling the distance. “michael baby, i’m gonna make a mess— fuck right there, yes!” you panted out. tears were lingering in the corners of your eyes, the pleasure was too much to bear. you couldn’t compose yourself any longer.
“let go f’me baby, please give it to me mama, i love you and i’m so sorry my baby” he moaned, as his lips shuffled from your neck to now hovering beside your ear.
your thighs started shaking violently as the coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you saw stars. michael let you ride it out, his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers, but he didn’t stop. he grasped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach effortlessly. "arch that back for me baby, we’re not done.”
his hands gripped your hips bruisingly tight as he slammed back inside, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "i'm sorry, baby," he whispered, mouth hot against your ear while his cock pistoned into you relentlessly. "i know i was wrong... i shouldn't have made you feel like that." each apology came with a deep thrust that hit just right.
you couldn’t even reply, you couldn’t even think, the pleasure being so intense, it felt like your brain was turning into mush. your eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting through your veins like electricity.
he pressed his chest flush against your back, surrounding you completely in a bear hug, his thrusts turning slow and devastatingly deep. "you're my girl," he whispered softly, kissing your shoulder. "never gonna make you feel like that again, i promise." one hand slid around to rub your clit in tight circles, making you sob into the pillow as he fucked the apology right into your guts.
michael wanted to hear you, so his free hand, slid up resting under your jaw, turning your head slightly so he could at least have some sight of your pretty face. his lips lingering over your cheek.
his movements became slower, more deliberate, each thrust drawing out a whimper from both of you. His voice dropped to a husky whisper against your ear, "i love you... fuck, i love you so much." His fingers worked your clit with expert precision as he hit that perfect spot inside you repeatedly.
with a final deep thrust and a tender kiss to your neck, michael came inside you with a shuddered groan that sounded like your name. his hot release triggered your own orgasm instantly, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you both came together in a messy, loving tangle of apologies and pleas.
"stay right there, princess." he tapped your ass, and then he leaned down and buried his face between your legs, licking his own cum dripping out of your pussy. "mm, tastes like us," he murmured, tongue swirling deep to clean up the mess. it was filthy and overwhelming, making your toes curl instantly.
“mmm—baby, oh my goodness.” you shudder, due to the overstimulation charging at your nerves. michael clearly didn’t wanna stop. his nose settled right near your puckering asshole while his tongue slid smoothly against your clit.
michael's tongue became a relentless weapon, flicking and sucking at your oversensitive clit while his fingers pushed back inside you. he was determined to draw out another orgasm, his mouth and fingers working overtime to overwhelm your senses. "too much... too much," the words draw from your lips.
your fingers—which are now shaking as well fly back up to his curls. trying to push him back, but michael’s tongue resists. “no baby, move” he mumbled softly as a white sticky liquid is now surrounding his lips and jaw.
"give it to me," he murmured against your thigh, his dark eyes looking up at you with that hungry glint as his tongue kept its relentless pace. "just one more, baby... you know you want to." his thumb pressed tight against your clit while his fingers curled inside, stroking that perfect spot that made your vision blur. "c'mon, that's it..."
“oh my god, michael” you cried out, and this time it wasn’t so soft. the pleasure rang through you like a loud bell. your eyes in the back of your head as your body became limp against the sheets. nearly numb.
he softly kissed your clit before kissing your trembling thighs and crawling up your body. he captured your lips in a slow, deeply loving kiss, tasting of sex and absolute devotion. pulling your head against his chest as he flipped you back over, he rubbed your back gently. "i am so sorry, sweetheart," he whispered softly. "never upsetting you again. i promise."
you turn your head and look at him in admiration. the padded skin of your index finger now holding up his chin to look at you. “it’s okay my love, i forgive you. you made me feel exactly how sorry you were.” you couldn’t help but display a small smile. michael giggled in response before pecking the corner of your lips and cradling you close.
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