#michael boll

[homesickhalfling]

[mendesisnerdy]

dominant athletic woman.

summary: a week after moving to LA, you still need to settle your own things. you meet a financial analyst a friend of yours recommended to help you with your bank account settings and decide to go on a date for discussion, and maybe other things.

★ michael boll (bad influence) X f!reader

notes: hi hi this has been like one of my first fic ideas ever that i never quite finished so i went back to writing while im in my december break to post it before the year ends (this post is from december 17th, but im oficially releasing this on the 30th and reposting on the 31st lmao) bc jimmy looks really dreamy in this film!! just so yk mike is not married or dating in this fic and he's a music nerd because i feel like a lot of people on finance or math related stuff secretly love art, (and only you by portishead + sexy boy by air reminds me of him so its lowkey inspiration for my writing and the vibe) they clingy af and this fic happens somewhere between the 90s, enjoy and happy new year! xx (y/l/n: your last name - y/f's/n: your friend's name btw)

warnings: smut, use of y/n, strangers to lovers, drunk sex, oral f!recieving, p in v sex, james being a nerdy fluff

one in the evening, you woke up hungover after spending the weekend and having way to many drinks in your friend's villa. now you have to go back to working and organizing your apartament in the messy city of los angeles day by day, but you also need to check your money.

that same friend of yours got you a few contacts for things you might need here: housing, food services, financial management.. just a few essentials that made you feel a bit less loss in a new home.

looking in your room's mirror from a distance, you dial the last number on the list that might be available through this time in the evening, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion as the phone rings.

-"hello, this is y/n. am i talking to a person responsible over, uh.. bank related services?"

michael was in his own office, eating lunch on his break along a crisp sparkling water bottle before picking up, now setting the bottle down after listening to your voice.

-"um... hi, yes. i'm a financial analyst in __, michael boll, pleasure to talk to you, ms. y/l/n."

-"i moved to los angeles from another state a short time ago and i need a few transactions done, but i want to avoid actually going to the bank. a friend of mine gave me this number, mr. boll. i was looking foward to an interaction."

-"oh please, call me michael, miss. well, i'm sure we could meet this evening to talk about your transactions at a restaurant, even though that's not quite my area.. 5pm sounds great?"

-"5:30, i'm a bit busy."

-"no issues, i'm free for most of the day this monday, could i send you an address for a restaurant?"

-"sure."

you grab a note pad and a pen that was laying on your purse to write it down, finding his polite persona intriguing, but wanting to find out more on the meeting.

-"got it."

-"great!"

-"is this.. a date?"

michael chuckles at your question.

-"well, i wouldn't say so. i don't quite know you, who recommended my services to you anyway?"

-"y/f's/n."

-"my.. of course they did. i guess it might be date."

-"wait.. why?"

-"they've been trying to set me up with someone for some time now, i guess that was the opportunity."

through your own exhaustion, you laugh quietly at the situation, but decide to go with it.

-"well, i guess that's it. i'll see you this evening, michael."

-"goodbye, y/n."

after hanging up, you get up to face the day and finally enjoy your time.

-

it is currently 4:30 in the evening. you just left the shower and still have have to do your hair, makeup and pick your outfit. you tell yourself it's just a meeting and that you get ready to it like you do to everywhere else, but there's this weird feeling inside you, like it could actually be fun to talk to this guy, something about his tone and how soft-spoken he seemed just captivates you, but you ignore it for now.

your makeup is dark, but not too flashy. just a smoky eye, a bit of blush and your everyday lipstick, the mess you like. for clothes, baggy jeans, a thin black sweater, black heels and your bag, he calls you once more before leaving.

-''hi michael, are you leaving yet?''

-''i already did, but don't worry. i'm outside right now, but i'll go back inside and just keep reading a book here.''

-''oh, okay.. i'm leaving right now, i'll see you.''

''bye, y/n, don't be late.''

you call a cab and give the address to the driver, watching the city lights through the anxious thought of how that man looks like as you drive by the city, until time comes and you arrive.

you awkwardly look around the restaurant for someone who is reading and spot this blond, quiet gentleman from far away, now walking to his table.

-"hello, excuse me.. are you michael boll?"

he looks up shyly, setting his book aside to greet you.

-"hi! yes i am, you must be y/n, it’s a pleasure."

you both shake hands and you sit across him, setting your bag in the corner of the table.

-"so... when you said this wasn't your area, what did you mean?''

-"well. as an analyst, i only work for companies to assist on their financial management, not for people or banks, i used to though."

-"ohh.. does that mean you can't help me?"

-"no, no, i can. y/f's/n called, they told me you've been having issues since moving, let me help you."

you decide to agree, now a bit awkward as you try to find a waiter with your eyes.

-"i can order if you'd like."

-"no need, mike."

mike.. it felt too early for nicknames, but it rolled off your tongue so naturally he didn't say anything. you now take a second to look at the menu while the waiter arrives.

-"hi, i would like the rigatoni special with burrata cheese and a salad on the side, do you have any white wine?"

michael stares at you. your lips, the way your lashes flutter as you talk to the waiter, then a quick, shameful glance at your chest in that sweater, which clearly has nothing underneath it.. he feels peverted. this mysterious emanation along a rosy, sensual scent that comes from you blurs his attention from anything else but yourself, though it dosen't last long.

-"michael? what do you want?"

boll blinks a few times, backing away from a trance.

-"oh, sorry, i uhh.. i'd like a steak, medium rare, and fries, please... also, a diet coke."

the waiter nods and walks away and mike keeps avoiding your eyes, glancing at your tote bag filled with pins and charms, until he sees one with a band he knows.

-"you like portishead?"

-"yeah, their self-titled album is great."

-"that's nice, i love their music.. beth gibbons voice is so sensual, their rythm is unmatched and just really unique."

you smile, feeling more comfortable around him.

-"you don't play the part.."

-"what do you mean?"

-"i wouldn't guess you're a fan, it’s all."

-"don't judge a book by it's cover, i'm not that bougie."

he laughs, this time shifting his gaze to your eyes.

-"you work in finance for christ's sake."

-"okay, maybe a little, but i don't bite."

he kind of wanted to though.

the night flies. talks about music, life, sex (when boll didn't look fully red) and what you were there for in the first place making the hours busy, it felt like you knew him for way longer than a day, talking to michael was.. easy, pleasing, that was uncommon to you.

stomachs full, and your sobriety through thin ice, the both of you start getting ready to exit the restaurant and you call the waiter after a round of laughter.

-"y/n, let me pay."

-"don't be a gentleman, mike."

he holds your hand, a bit harsh, but grounding.

-"please."

he pleas, looking at you.

-"fine.."

you back up and let him pay, standing up as you wait. he then exits the restaurant with you, an unsure hand on your lower back as you two walk to his car outside.

-"nice car."

-"thank you."

he opens the door for you shyly and you smile to him, caressing his bicep through his warm burgundy sweater as you sit, acting like you didn't see the quick stare at your lips he did behind those dainty, nerdy glasses he wears and a slight bulge in his black denims when he walked past you.

the drive is silent, michael is focused on the road and you're focused on him. you didn't realize how attractive he was under that persona of his, he looked quite sexy. something about how his eyes narrowed around the car, his smile, his hands, the way his adam's apple bobbed everytime he swallowed.. you know he is attractive, but you'd never go for a guy like him, yet he feels different, interesting, even.

-"mike."

you touch his shoulder tenderly.

-"yes?"

-"are we going to your place?"

-"mhm, you can spend the night if you want."

-"sure."

he parks in front of his apartment building and turns off the car engine, leaving the car and opening the the other door for you. you wrap your arm round his and swear you saw his cheeks fade to a light shade of pink as he guided you to the elevator, but decide to stay quiet.

-"do you have anything to drink at your apartment?"

-"you drank enough, i fear."

-"but you didn't, mike. all you did was drink that can of diet coke like a loser."

he scoffs.

-"what? i mean it, you need to relax a bit."

-"fine.."

he guides you to his apartment room and opens the door, watching you get in and take off your heels.

-"woah."

he smirks at the sight of you walking around, taking his eyes off of your figure to focus in taking off his shoes and opening the fridge to grab a glass of champagne.

-"how long have you been living in LA, michael?"

-"a few years now."

-"hm.."

you walk closer, stealing a sip of his drink.

-"you could've asked and i would've poured you a glass."

-"i know."

this quiet, sexual eye contact between the two of you lingers for a few seconds before he sets the glass aside to grab you by your hips and give you a kiss. you obviously don't fight it, how could you? the warmth that was radiating from his body and that sexy, yet comforting smell from his cologne draws you in like actual hypnosis, and his tongue brushes against yours so sweetly the two of you melt into eachother in this dance that this kiss has become, you and him now stumbling to the couch through the sloppy, fierce kisses.

-''i didn't know you were a nice kisser, mikey.''

he smiles, caressing your waist under your sweater while you're sat on his lap.

-''yeah?''

-''mhm.''

michael gently pecks your face and bites your bottom lip, making you go back for another kiss that is delisciously intense, keeping you close through this constant share of devotion in each gasp for air and feeling of softness. though now, you hold his face and break the kiss to breathe properly, touching his features gently before taking off his glasses.

-''what, do you like my glasses?''

-''you look cute without them.''

-''thanks, that's sweet of you.''

you get up and set his glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch, feeling his eyes on your body once more, but turning innocently to ask..

-''i can still see without them, don't worry.''

you nod at his response and sit back on his lap.

-''you're full of surprises, michael..''

-''you think so?''

-''yeah, i like talking to you, i thought you'd be an asshole.''

he laughs softly and pulls you closer.

-''damn, i didn't know i could seem to be so bitchy.''

-''don't let it go over your head, you're great.''

boll gently caresses your wrists and guides your hands to his chest and stomach, your sharp and manicured nails now taking off his sweater and leaving him in this thin, white tank top. he's not extremetly muscular, but not lean, yet his figure has everything you like in a man. you keep caressing his torso as he draws his hands back to your waist under your clothing, they sometime creep closer to your breasts but he never quite touches them, trying to search for consent or even confidence in himself.

-''why don't you take my sweater off, mike?''

-''you're not wearing a bra, y/n. i don't wanna leave you so vulnerable.. not yet, atleast.''

-''i don't mind.''

-''well, i..''

you notice a slight shift in his eyes and his insecurities flashing back to his demeanor and caress his shoulders gently, a silent action of reassurance.

-''hey, we don't have to do this right now. go have a drink, ease up a bit.''

-''alright, sorry y/n.''

he gives your neck a soft kiss and helps you get off his lap before walking back to the kitchen to search for a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

-''i'm making one for you too, want some ice with it?''

-''mhm.''

michael nods and takes his sweet time to make the two glasses and you take some time to stare at his hands as he moves around the kitchen, the cozy scenario through the dim light slightly sensual even after his plea to take things slowly.

a bit bored, you get up to walk around the living room once more.

-''mike..''

-''yeah?''

-''you got anything musical here? cds, vinyl..''

-''.. it's in my bedroom, end of the corridor in my closet, baby.''

-''baby?''

-''is it too much?''

-''no.. the way you say it is kind of hot, actually.''

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks burning a little.

-''you look so dumb like that, it's cute.''

-''whatever, i'll wrap up a few snacks we can have while you look for it.''

you smirk and walk through the corridor, stepping inside the tidy and well kept bedroom, smelling this vanilla cleaning product through the air while walking through the free space and feeling the softness of his sheets before looking for the cds in the closet.

air, bob dylan, chet baker, the doors.. and portishead. he had the album you complimented earlier in his collection. you don't grab it yet, you decide to look at other things he has: his ties, shoes, watches and these expensive, intricate colognes out of the fanciest stores in los angeles.

curiosity stirs inside you, so you almost shamelessly smell his colognes, the exquisite scents filling your nostrils and making you hum happily at the smell.

boll set up a snack tray with smoked salmon slices, cream cheese, crackers and sliced cherry tomatoes. simple, nice treats that would go nicely with the alcohol you two are consuming. he walks calmly to the room to call you, but stays still and quiet for a second at the sight of you feeling his perfumes, flustered but quite flattered.

-''remind me to always wear burberry when i go out with you.''

you jump back at his voice and he smiles before stepping closer.

-''i got curious.''

-''i'm sure you did. come on, the ice is melting.''

-

after eating and talking for another hour, you now watch michael wash the dishes late at night, the comfortable silence warming up the atmosphere and leaving a feeling of ease in your bodies.

-''we didn't listen to music yet..''

-''oh right.. do you want to right now?''

-''yeah, let's go.''

you guide him to the corridor, stumbling through the cold floor and getting inside the bedroom once more.

after grabbing the self titled record, you search for his cd player around the room and set the disk inside, playing your favorite song, ''only you''.

you sway around at the eerie, sexy instrumental and michael can't help but watch, almost hypnotized by the sight of you, at the way you move. he follows your movements with his eyes, lust filling his veins from your figure and the alcohol in his system. you're a bit too close now, approaching him on the mattress to kiss him sweetly and lay him down.

-''can i?''

you coo, tugging his tank top gently.

-''please.''

after his approval, you're now helping him take his clothes off, then shifting to turn the volume on the cd player up and remove your jeans before crawling back to michael. he can't help but appreciate the sight of your lacy, baby pink underwear, smilling.

-''stop laughing..''

-''what? i didn't expect it, they're so.. cutesy.''

-''i didn't think i'd get laid with a suburban banker tonight, so i didn't bother.''

-''financial analyst, y/n.''

-''right, right..''

you start smilling back. he grazes his hand through your backside before grabbing the fabric of your sweater to take it off slowly as he looks at you in the eye lovingly. he now touches anything palpable in your body and kisses you senseless, your bodies further soften in the plush cushions through this heated moment before you ask softly:

-''i wanna use protection if that's okay, do you mind?''

-''not at all, i wanna use it aswell.''

you nod and he backs away to grab a condom, coming back and putting it on calmly, though you get slightly impatient and lay him down before taking off your panties, helping him adjust it and getting on top.

-''easy there.''

his smile fades after feeling you adjust youself into his aching cock, opening in a soft gasp.

-''o-oh my..''

you move slowly, rolling your hips tenderly against him while he guides you, squeezing and caressing your thighs as you ride sweetly. michael can't help but vocalize how much you make him feel, how good you make him feel... his sweet grunts and whimpers only fuel your desire to go faster, deeper.

the only source of light now comes from the city lights outside, making this moment even more intimate as he can only see your sweaty face and the curves of your body very lightly, but enough to drive him insane.

he suddenly pulls you down, kissing you while pounding relentlessly inside your cunt, making you feel each pulse and twitch of his length in your cervix while he buries his face between your tits. you grip his broad shoulders, carving your nails in his pale, supple skin and watching it redden, listening to the atmospherical and electric tunes of portishead tangle with his sweet moans and your gasps as this feeling of utter pleasure washes over your insides. he was good in bed, it was quite surprising to you... how he could play with submission and dominance without saying a single word, how your bodies molded and interacted so perfectly, you both communicated with sweat and desire in the silence.

-''come on.. give it to me, don't hold back honey.''

he mutters against your skin, trailing kisses from your sternum to your earlobe fiercely as he goes deeper and faster, lifting your legs to feel more of you. you can't even form a sentence, all you can do is feel how nicely he wrecks your core just enough to leave you speechless.

you try to savour the moment, now sliding your fingers between the hairs in his nape while sweet sounds came out of your lips, echoing right by his ear.. but you know it's coming. he feels your walls milking him almost desperately, undeniably exposing how close you truly are to reach your peak, and when you least expected...

-''fuck!''

he cums inside the condom that shields the actual contact between the two of you, but knows you still didn't orgasm yet, so he quickly thinks of how to make you come undone.

-''why did you pull out, michael?''

-''open your legs wider.''

he lowers himself, now facing your pussy and seeing if you pull away from his grasp.

-''can i?''

-''..yes.''

he buries his head between your legs and dips his tongue in your wanting hole, slowly sliding it to your sensitive clit.

when he started sucking and pecking your nub, you got significantly louder, tugging his hair as he stimulated you. he ate you out so sweetly you couldn't focus on anything else, grunting at the way he tastes you with so much love but so much fevor, making it clear your time was counted.

before you know it, all the built up pleaure leaves your body at one last stroke of his tongue inside you, now making him taste your juices eagerly.

-''oh my fucking god, michael..''

-''too much?''

-''not enough, god damn.''

he smiles and turns off the cd player, then pulls you close, kissing you and covering your naked bodies with a blanket as you feel yourself on his lips.

-"this was great."

you say softly.

-"i think so too, but im tired."

he pulls you close, wrapping his strong arms around you. you feel his body weaken and cling to yours but decide not to fight it, caressing his hair with grace.

-"goodnight, michael."

-"goodnight, y/n."

when his breathing shifts to something softer and calmer, you know he fell asleep fully, suddenly you can't help but appreciate this feeling of happiness stirring inside you, this sudden shiver that crawls through your spine. you can't understand what it is, but all you hope for is that this isn't the last time your bodies mold onto eachother like this when you feel your eyelids turn heavier before a quiet slumber.

-

the day comes. you feel the shine of the sun lingering on your face and a sort of emptiness in the bedroom, michael isn't here anymore.

you stretch lazily and walk to the closet, grabbing a towel to cover up your naked body and take a quick shower in his bathroom. though when you clean yourself and feel the warm spray of water on your back, you notice something at the shelf.

"johnson's baby wash, 400mL."

you giggle at the fact a man of his age has such a sensitive skin to the point he has to use baby soap, but you don't judge him for it (even though you'll probably tease him for it someday).

you dry off and go back to put on his deodorant after searching for your used clothes and putting them on. walking around his home in bright day for the first time, you find a note on the kitchen counter before leaving, which reads:

"hi there,

sorry to leave you alone but i had to go to work earlier today, i left you a cup of fruit salad on the fridge if that's alright. feel free to leave anytime you'd like! (just lock the door though..)

P.S: i would LOVE to see you again :)"

you smile at his kindness and grab the cup from the fridge, eating the fresh fruit while searching for a pen to write on the same paper.

"same time this friday, i'll come by. xx"

you set the cup on the sink and leave the apartment, hoping for the week to pass by quickly and for a deeper connection with that man, because what happened between the two of you was special, intimate.. it cannot be just a one night stand, it’s serious. though only time can say what goes on between the two of you, and the city still awaits.

[anguawolf]

[itsspadering]

“Go to your office and get my report back online in sixty seconds.”

[smalfothewizard64]

he's such a cutie pie i love freaky james spader

ALSO I MIGHT BE BACK IN MY ARTIST WRA HOLYYY

[lettersfromheaven]

Let it All Go

Michael Boll x Coworker!Reader

teasing Michael at work all day and its consequences

my masterlist

A/N: Finished this before work this morning 😄 so lovely.

CW: shoe riding, shoeplay(?), piss denial(not really denial but like he’s teasing you about it), peeing yourself, condescending teasing ngh, calls you a slut, restraints. Sadistic tones

"M-michael please..." A tone so desperate falls through your pouting lips. In front of you is Michael still in his loose-fitting, Dark grey Armani suit. The long day at work has had its say in the suit's styling: the tie is loose around his neck and the top three buttons are unclasped. Michael's hair is lightly tussled-less from work and more from whatever is going on right now between you two.

"Who said you could speak?" Michael looks down at you, your eyes at the same level with his mid thighs. The toe of his dress shoe lightly presses against in between your legs. This sensation on your clit is only taunting you more. Your lowest part of your belly feels stretched out. There's already a wet patch on your thong from being turned on. It's taking all 100% of your brain to prevent a puddle under you.

"When I'm having meetings, exchanging accounts and reports with colleagues, how difficult would you think it is to surpress an erection?" Michael's question comes off as rhetorical. You don't let out a peep. "Speak." He circles his ankle around, causing you to lose the strength in your core keeping you up. You feel yourself stumble towards your coworker in a panic; you're arms are fastened by his belt behind you, preventing you from catching yourself. Before you could fall, Michael Presses his sole onto your forehead, keeping you balanced.

"Kiss it." You follow his order and kiss the bottom of his shoe. A little pucker sound comes out your lips before Michael slightly extends his leg, sitting you upright.You're back on your knees again. With wide eyes, you look up at him with a plead.

"It seems…

it would be…

difficult.”

The sentence is strung out, the sensations within your body heightens the external input of his cold shoe pressed against you.

“Would you say it’s equivalent to trying not to pee, being touched with a full bladder?”Michaels foot is circling your clit harder. Your body responds by grinding your hips and clenching tighter.

“Yes.” A defeated response is given. Your head hangs low. Once the heat becomes too much to bear, your body inches towards Michael’s leg. Eyes now fixed onto each other, you sit atop his shoe and lay kisses on his legs.

“Michael?” Eyes so wide and glossy, your mascara and smokey eye lightly smudged. Rounded shoulders become straight as you put your chest forward. Your blue, pinstriped, work blouse is halfway undone, revealing your breasts to the man towering above. Long before this had your pencil skirt rode up to your hips, exposing black garters suspending nylon thigh-highs. You muster everything you have working for you to your advantage.

“Yes?” Michael responds with apathy. He moves his foot from under you and takes off his work coat.

“Please let me use the bathroom.” Michael lets out a little chuckle as he undoes his cufflinks and neatly folds his sleeves up to his elbows. There’s no response from him. He remains silent as he goes down on one knee in between your spread thighs. His other leg by your right side. Michael’s position allows for him to anchor his left elbow on his leg while holding your head. There's a tug on your hair, forcing you to look up at him. The two of you are inches apart. "I already told you, sweet girl," His fingers play with the elastic of your panties before fingers find your clit "no one's stopping you." Moans from you become more whiny and desperate. Your hips jerk and circle as a response from Michael covering his fingers with your wetness. His middle and index fingers go in and out of you in an agonizingly slow pace. They spread your juice as he's playing with your lips: squeezing them between fingers, rubbing millimeters away from your clit to taunt you. He can feel you grip onto his fingers as they push in and out. A low laugh comes out from his mouth, Adam's apple moving.

"You're so pathetic," His left hand moves from your hair to caress your cheek. "I can feel how bad you need to pee." Michael's tone is near sadistic, overall teasing. He swipes his thumb on your lips before tapping.

“Suck.”

You follow orders, eyes fluttering as you suck his thumb. Your body is a disorganized clutter of sensations all over. You don't know how long you can hold it. "I know you wanna let it out." the thrust of Michael's fingers become increasingly deeper and faster. Each time before pulling away, his fingerpads press deep on your walls between your pussy and your bladder. All you can do is flex every muscle and ride up and down him. Michael takes out his thumb to squish your cheeks together. "You clenching on me isn't going to help," he smirks at you.

"Relax your pussy or I'll go faster." He never stops fucking you all while demanding you. "But I can't I-" you cut yourself off as you feel his speed and intensity threefold. Your head jerks back, but the grip he has on your face pulls you back in.

“Look at me.” Your glossy eyes looks up. His pupils are blown from taking in the sight of you. Words try to leave your mouth, but all that comes out are desperate cries.

“Let it all out, beautiful, you can do it.” Michael feigns a sweet and nurturing voice to tease you. Your whimpers and cries become more vocal. You writhe against your restraints, barely holding on to whatever you have left.

“ I cant… it’s too much.” you cry as he increases his pace.

“Oh I know you can,” Michael pouts back at you. A little smirk pulls through it as he talks again. The wet patch in your panties becomes increasingly wet, but not from your sex. “You can do it, sweet girl.”

Michael breaks eye contact to whisper in your ear: “I can feel you breaking.”

He’s sucking on your earlobe and tonguing all over your ear and into the canal. Everything is just too much to handle.

“Be a good slut and let it out for me.” You can’t hold it any longer. Fluid rushes out of you. The lace panties barely catch it; the warmth spreads all over where you’re sitting. You moan from your diaphragm. It feels embarrassingly primal, but you melt into it nonetheless.

“There you fuckin’ go.” as soon as he felt the floods, Michael takes his fingers out and started playing with your clit. Your legs shake and flex, along with your abdomen, letting it all go. When you finish, Michael takes off the belt from your wrists. You plop backwards onto his floor.

It takes a while for you to come down from your high. As you lay, he helps undress you from your wet clothes. Your eyes remind closed as you hear footsteps come in and out of the floor. In the distant level above you is the sound of the bath being drawn.

[weirdowoody]

the morning after

[lustfulbaronet]

here's a james spader edit for everyone! he's so cute as michael boll from 'bad influence' (1990)

this little baby deserves better!

(audio: h.s.k.t by lee hi)