Lazy Days & Nights
synopsis: Michael finally has a day off and you get to spend quality time (wink) with one another at home. Fluffy but also smutty :) Also my first time writing smut! Please be kind, constructive criticisms only. I have ideas for a series here...
tags: bad era!michael, female!reader
genre(s): romance, established relationship
cw: sexual themes, smut (MDNI) / 18+, teasing, light dom, dry humping, semi-public / unprotected sex, drinking, fluff, cursing, slighty proofread.
word count: 2.7k
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.
You and Michael had spent his day off hanging around the house, starting off with a slow, lazy wakeup that ended in soft cuddles & kisses.
You had decided that you would spend the day at home to get that quality time you so desperately needed. You had missed his soft touch, his breathy sweet nothings he’d whisper in your ear as he passed behind you throughout the house.
“I love you. I love being here with you. I can’t wait to taste you.” He’d say, slipping a hand along your lower back, teasing you just enough to send a shiver over your body, making you eager and impatient for the next touch.
After breakfast, you decided to take a leisurely stroll around the lake on your property. You threw on a white cotton baby doll dress with lacy piping and your favorite red ballet flats with the little bow. A perfect easy outfit for a perfect 73 degree day. Michael watched as you dropped the dress over your shoulders with ease, admiring your long, tanned legs. A slight smile crept across his face. You caught him looking.
“What?” you grinned. Secretly loving the way he was looking at you.
“I just like looking at you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand outstretched behind him, holding himself up. The other fiddled with his bottom lip. You could see the building tension all over his face.
You giggle. “You ready?”
You head downstairs and out the front door. Michael swopped up a quilt and basket as you stepped out, something you barely noticed and didn’t realize he had prepared.
You made your way around the lake slowly, taking in the easy breeze and the smell of fresh spring. Your fingers intertwined, swinging between your bodies. You grabbed his arm with your free hand, pulling him closer and looking up at him, completely in love and totally at peace.
You came to a big, beautiful Oak tree, the most majestic one on the property. Its canopy had just filled out that week after all the rain. Its shade covered the ground beneath it.
“Your favorite tree. Wanna sit?” Michael knew that this tree, home to many fond memories of the two of you, would elicit nothing but gratitude from you.
“Of course.” you said sweetly, leaning into him.
He spread the quilt out and laid down, his bent arm propping him up. He motioned you to join him. You crawled next to him, tossing your arm over his waist. You sat and took in the view for a while, periodically exchanging charged grins. Michael caressed your face, brushing his thumb along your cheek, kissing your forehead so gently you could have thought it was the breeze. Eventually, Michael leaned over and opened the basket he had discreetly packed. He pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Are you trying to loosen me up?” you teased him playfully.
“What! No! I just thought it would be nice.” He knew you were teasing, but he smiled and played along, laughing as he popped the bottle and poured you a glass.
“It’s not like you would need to, anyways. I feel tipsy just looking at you.” You wanted to play with him a bit more, curious to see how much he could take before he cracked and took you right there. He giggled, bit his lip, and met your gaze as you looked up at him. He was burning, you could feel it. Teasing was a big part of your relationship. It built up and around you both until you couldn’t physically control yourselves any longer, and your joint release became that much more powerful.
You were one to enjoy an afternoon glass of white wine on a beautiful spring day, but Michael rarely indulged. This time, he did. Tipsy Michael was fun, too. He would giggle endlessly, and he couldn’t manage to keep his hands off of you. You knew you were in for a fun afternoon.
Halfway into your second glass, you found yourselves playfully bickering over what you would have for dinner that night, and what movie you’d watch as you fell asleep.
“If you’re picking dinner, then I get to pick the movie!”
“No, no, no! You gotta let your husband show you what’s good for you!” he laughed. Michael always, always wanted chicken for dinner, and to watch Gilda. You had requested steak, and suggested Love in the Afternoon. One of your favorites, and on theme for the day.
At this point, you were laid between Michael’s legs, your back resting on his chest, his arms behind him propping you both up. His face burrowed into your neck. He whispered into your ear “Let me take care of you. Like you deserve."
Already tipsy, this worked and you caved. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” He knew he had you right where he wanted you, and you knew you were about to be putty in his hands.
In an effort to regain a shred of dominance, you finished your glass, spun around to face Michael, and planted a knee on either side of his hips. He laid back without hesitation, unaware of the games you were about to play with him.
You sat your hips onto his and instantly felt a charge rip through your own body. You felt it in him too, as his bulge rose to meet your now throbbing core.
You slowly slid your palms up and down his chest. His head cocked up to watch where your bodies met as you slowly rocked back and forth. His mouth slighted parted as his hands slid up your thighs. You knew you were playing with fire, but you were having too much fun.
You hunched over, bringing your face to meet his. You smiled when he let out a heavy sigh, his chest rising and falling hard. His lips quivered, preparing for yours. Instead, you smiled, brought your mouth to his ear, nibbled gently before whispering “Do you like when I’m on top of you like this?” You pulled up to catch his eyes. He nodded desperately, mouth parted, waiting for your lips on his. His hips rocked up to meet your center, and you felt his pressure against your red lacy, now soaked, panties.
As badly as you wanted it too, you wanted nothing more than to tease him endlessly. You loved the desperate look in his eye when he was about to lose control. Like he was lovesick, just for you.
You knew you had him hooked, so you swiftly pulled yourself off of him and laid beside him, a mischievous grin ripped across your face.
His eyes widened as he looked over at you, his hands still hovering where your thighs had just rested. You smiled and bit your lip, he shifted to his side, his face now hovering over yours.
“You love doing that to me, don’t you?!” You giggle up at him.
“Well you’re not getting away with it this time.” In one swift motion, he lunged over you, slipped his legs under yours, forcing them apart with his hands, and squared himself up to your core.
You gasped as his face met yours and you felt his throbbing cock thrust up against your wetness. Michael grabbed your face, thumb hooked around your chin.
“I know you want it just as badly as I do.” He grinned. “That’s why you’re so wet for me, right baby?” He slipped his hand between your bodies and then between your legs, just his middle finger tracing the outline of the wetness on your panties.
You inhaled sharply. The tender touch made you involuntarily jerk into him. You let out a small whimper. He pressed into your clit with his two middle fingers, holding pressure until you squealed quietly and your back arched into him.
“Yeah, I know you do. You shouldn’t play games you know you can’t win.” His breath was hot on your neck. His tongue slipped around your lobe, biting tenderly. He continued to massage your center that was getting wetter by the second.
You tried to resist, but you knew you were about to fold. The weight of his body on yours, his big hand now wrapped heavy around your neck and his fingers still dancing along your soaked panties. Your eyes shut hard and head cocked back, trying to hold your pleasure in.
“Look at me, baby.” He grabbed your face again, pulling your chin back down to its normal position. “Do you want to cum for me baby? Or do you want to play games?” His tone was tender, but demanding. Your body began to flood with heat. You did want to cum for him, but not now. You wanted to play with him more; make him beg for you like you were begging for him.
You raised your hand to his wrist and grabbed onto him tight. Your eyes fluttered open, catching his directly.
“I want to play games.” A devilish pout plastered across your face.
Michael rocked back on his knees, slid his hands up your spread thighs, and clenched his jaw, exhaling deeply. His glare was dark and wanting, exactly what you were looking for.
He lifted the hem of your dress and tilted his head, peaking at the soaked red lace still between your legs. He palmed himself over his jeans, inhaling sharply, comforting his still hard cock.
“That’s too bad. I wanted to make you feel really, really good.” His tone was serious, taunting. His glare sunk into you, your heart beating out of your chest at his confession.
You took a moment to really take him in as he looked down at you. He was so good to you, and so, so handsome. He had put on your favorite blue flannel, with a white tee poking out underneath. His delicious curls trellised down his face. And those gorgeous lips that he carefully licked before biting down on the bottom one.
You bit down on your index as you debated your next move. Make him beg, or give in?
You exchanged a charged look as his palm slid down your thigh, his other still on his crotch. You couldn’t wait any longer. You were weak for him.
You exhaled, defeated. “C’mere." You reached up and fisted his shirt, pulling him down on top of you. He met your open mouth with his, the kiss was immediately rough, fast, eager. His hands gripped your face, controlling your movements. His warm tongue slipped into your mouth, your moans vibrated into one another. You had both finally given in.
He reached down and dug his fingers into your thigh, pulling you closer forcefully, like he was starved for your touch. You instinctively began grinding your hips into his bulge, craving the pressure on your pulsing clit. Your hands drifted down his back and clawed his shirt from his waistband.
“God, you’re so wet for me. You gonna be a good girl and take my big dick?” You nodded feverishly.
“Say it. Tell me how bad you need me.”
“I need you. God, Michael I need you. Please.” You begged.
Michael quickly perched up, reached down, ripped your lacy thong from your hips and tossed it aside.
“So wet. So pretty.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. He leaned back down in your ear, his fingers slipping back into your pussy. “Right? You’re so wet just for me, right baby?”
“Uh-un” was all you could muster.
“Say it, baby. Tell me how wet you get for me.”
“You make me so wet baby.” You manage through whimpers.
“I wanna make you feel s’good.” In between sucking at the skin on your neck, and his long veiny fingers rubbing your clit, you were beside yourself with pleasure.
Your legs quivered with anticipation. He reached down, unbuttoned his black jeans, and pushed his waistband down, just enough to release his throbbing cock. It sprung up and rested perfectly in your soaking folds.
He took his tip to your clit, massaging it into you with enough pressure to make you shake.
“This feel good, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.”
You grabbed his hand from your thigh and pulled him back down to you until your chests met. His other hand still gripping his dick, drawing circles around your clit.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes, baby, please. I need you inside me.”
Michael slid his cock down your center until he found your entrance and grabbed your jaw.
“Look at me baby.” You locked eyes just as he slid himself in. You gasp into one another as he fills you completely.
He was so big it took your breath away every time he fully sunk into you. “God, you feel so good, baby. You okay?”
“Uh-un..fuck you’re so big..you feel so good inside me.”
He pressed a kiss to your open mouth aggressively, and began to thrust in and out.
The pleasure was consuming. Your legs were weak, goosebumps riddled your skin. Your teasing had paid off.
Michael wrapped his arm around your head, cradling your face with his massive hand. His other, rubbing your clit as he rocked into you, harder and more aggressive with each stroke.
“I love you baby.” he grunted into your ear.
The pleasure overtook you, you were rendered speechless. Your mouth was agape, moaning and writhing.
“I need to hear you say it baby, tell me you love me.”
“I love you Michael, baby. I love you” Your moans were desperate, unhitched. You felt your peak approaching, your pussy clenching around his girth.
“Cum for me, baby. I want to watch you cum. I want to make you feel really good, baby.” His words prickled the skin on your neck, his gentle sucking intensifying as you tremored beneath him.
You began to convulse in pure ecstasy. Michael cradled your face with both hands now, holding you tightly through your release. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, your moans still escaping your closed lips.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. I love when you cum on my cock.”
His pace had slowed, his focus on comforting you through your high. As you came to, your eyes found his, and a tear of bliss slid down the side of your face and into your hairline.
“I love watching you cum, baby. I love you.” Michael’s pace picked back up, and you could tell he was close. Your lips latched onto his neck, giving him the same treatment he had just given you.
“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum inside me.” You whispered gently into his ear, licking the tender bit just underneath.
His movements became quicker, more eager, you knew he was on the edge.
“I love you, Michael.” Hearing you say his name sent him over the edge, jerking into you as he filled you. His head fell into your shoulder, letting out soft whimpers as he slowly became limp.
You both stayed there for a while you recovered, the only movement came from your heaving chests and your hands softly grazing his back in comfort. Your heads nestled into one another's necks.
Michael propped himself up above you, making deep eye contact as he pulled himself out of you.
He grinned. “Thank you for being my good girl.” He bit his lip.
“Thanks for making me cum.” A flirty grin plastered across your face.
“Anytime, baby. As long as you beg.” He leaned back in for another kiss. A soft, sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like you didn’t just convulse into one another like animals.
Michael sat up, reached into the picnic basket once again, pulling out a hand towel and began to clean up the mess between your legs. Your jaw dropped at the sight.
“You planned for this?!” You teased him, lightly swatting at his arm.
“Oh please, I knew from the second you put that dress on you wanted me.” He giggled.
He was so delicate and took such care to return you to an acceptable state. It made you swoon all over again.
Michael climbed over you, locating your red lacy thong. “We can’t lose these ones.” He grinned as he slid them back on you gently.
You made your way back towards the house, hands intertwined, both silently blissed out. The only communication between you were the big, wide smiles you’d crack as you locked eyes.
“See what happens when you let your husband take care of you.”
To be continued…
