Synopsis: during the award show you attend with your husband, he performs "They way you make me feel" song from his album BAD along with Tatiana during which she kisses him and goes off script which surprises both you and Michael. And just like that, he spends the rest of his night making desperate attempts for your forgiveness and make things right between you two.
Pairings: bad!era!husband!michael x popstar!reader
Note: again, there r no descriptions of the reader but reader IS wearing the dress in the header shown above :) I made reader go easy on our mikey cause he's a sweetheart :) also, this is all I could do keeping in count of the word count.
The applause inside the theater was deafening.
You sat in the front row, smoothing invisible wrinkles from your outfit as cameras swept across the audience. Beside you, Michael sat, moving his head to the beat of the song.
Attending award shows with Michael wasn't something new. Especially since he'd been your husband for three years now, you always found a way to stick together.
Tonight, both of you were nominated for various categories, along with Michael performing a few songs from his new album, "BAD", which everyone was eagerly waiting for.
Michael slowly slipped his hand underneath yours, intertwining your fingers and holding you tightly.
He leaned in. "I think I'll be up in a few."
And just as he said that, the crew called him backstage so he could get ready for his performance. He nodded at them and then looked at you, his grip tightening.
"Wish me luck."
"All the best, baby," you whispered, smiling at him.
He wore his familiar grin and bent down to press a quick kiss to your lips before heading backstage, pumped that you'd wished him luck.
After a few performances, the lights went out and silence took over.
The drums of "Bad" started playing, and everyone lost their minds. The audience started screaming and shouting. You smiled as he began performing and sang along with him.
You watched proudly as he performed a few songs, the cameraman focusing on you every once in a while.
And then came "The Way You Make Me Feel."
You loved this song, mainly because of the number of times he'd sung it for you in your living room or in the kitchen while you were washing dishes, making you laugh at his antics.
Tatiana entered, surprising everyone, and Michael followed her around the stage while singing the lyrics, creating a scene for the audience just like in his music video.
After a while, both of them came to the center of the stage, facing each other as Michael continued to sing. Tatiana leaned closer, and just as Michael was about to turn, she closed the gap and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Oh shit was the first thing that Michael thought.
The camera immediately panned to you as you sat there in surprise, your eyebrows raised, clearly showing your distaste and not caring about the camera in your face.
Your mind went blank, and so did his. His eyes widened for a quick second as she did that, and he moved away before she could keep her arms around him.
He couldn't really focus on the performance anymore. He locked eyes with you and saw the look on your face, which made his heart race.
You stayed quiet for the rest of his performance, not smiling and clapping like you had earlier. Meanwhile, Michael was rapidly thinking of ways to explain it to you.
As the performance ended, he immediately gave Tatiana a look and said, "You absolutely had no right to do that Tatina. Just so you know, we ain't going to perform anymore." Then he rushed to the restroom.
He splashed water on his face and scrubbed his lips harder than necessary, which had touched Tatiana's a few moments ago. He stared at his reflection and felt so bad imagining how you must've felt while everyone was looking at you.
He settled down beside you and tried to grab your hand, but you pulled away, looking forward.
"Baby," he said in his pleading tone while facing you, which made your heart melt, but you stayed strong.
He took hold of your hand forcefully, keeping it between both of his hands.
"Baby, I'm sorry, but you have to hear me out."
"Not now, Michael."
His heart broke at the distant tone. He looked at you for a long second with his pretty brown eyes and then leaned back in his seat, looking at the stage while not letting go of your hand.
The night ended with both of you winning multiple awards as you got ready to go home. Michael's hand rested on your waist as he guided you to the car along with Bill.
"Michael, how do you feel about kissing another woman while having a wife?"
"Are you having an open marriage?"
"Y/N, what do you think about your husband kissing another woman?"
"Is this a marketing strategy?"
"Michael, was the kiss planned?"
The questions were being fired left and right as you both made your way to the car, making you increasingly agitated.
"No, it was an accident. I love my wife too much do something like that. Stop it," he said to the reporters, loud and clear, before opening the door for you.
Your heart warmed at that as he settled beside you and closed the door while Bill started driving.
"Baby, can you please look at me?" he asked, his body completely turned toward you as he held your upper arm.
"Let's talk when we get home, Michael."
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Call me by my name."
You rolled your eyes. "Michael—"
He cut you off. "No."
You scoffed and looked out the window.
Bill looked at both of you through the mirror, sensing the tension, and tried to break it.
"What an eventful night. Am I right?"
"Indeed, an eventful night," you replied, your jaw tight.
Michael closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and slowly turned forward so he could throw daggers into Bill's head with his stare.
Bill sensed it and tried to hide his laugh by clearing his throat as you finally reached home.
......
After removing your makeup and jewelry, you tried to remove your dress. Michael came up behind you and slowly began undoing the buttons of your corset.
You tried to move away, but his hands shot up to your bare shoulders and pulled you back against him.
"Baby, seriously, how long are you going to keep this up?" he asked, trying to catch your eyes in the mirror.
"As long as I want to," you said, not looking at the mirror.
"You need to hear me out, pretty girl," he pleaded as his hands worked on the buttons.
"I swear I didn't know she was going to pull that move. I was just as surprised as you."
You rolled your eyes, being petty.
"Sure you were."
He nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands sliding inside the corset to rest on your waist as he hummed.
"Mhm, I really was, baby."
You moved your neck away at that.
"Don't let your 'Tatiana lips' touch my skin."
He paused for a moment, chuckling, and turned you around to face him. His hands rested on your ribcage while his thumbs caressed your sides.
"Baby, I washed my lips right after the show. C'mon, mama, don't be so harsh on me."
"Whatever," you said, still not looking at him.
He held your jaw and turned your face so you were looking at him.
"Such a stubborn thing, aren't you? I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I told her off. She isn't t going to perform with me anymore. You know I only love you, right? I only care about you."
You melted at that but still chose not to reply.
He observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes roaming over your features.
"Give your man a kiss, mama, please," Michael pleaded, his voice cracking at the end as he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.
Unable to resist any further, you gave in and kissed him back which made him groan. He guided your hands around his neck while his hands roamed over your bare shoulders and back.
"How are you going to make it up to me?" you asked after pulling back, giving him a knowing look.
He looked at you and grinned.
"Oh, you'll see," he said as he kissed you again, leading you toward the bed.
... Dats it kids. Da rest is upto ur imagination, whether they cuddle or... Play twister in bed.
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-`♡´- Your boyfriend Michael x Asfab reader -`♡´- unfinished:(
ᰔᩚ "We're gonna have to tell him you'll only be a girlfriend of mine."
"I'm gonna be your boyfriendᰔᩚ"
WARNING: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING...
kissing, childhood friends to lovers, black reader, asfab reader, nipple play/sucking, oral sex(f/r), slightly jealous Michael, possessive reader and Michael, unprotected sex, fingering, pleasure dom/service dom Michael, thriller era/1982, non-famous au, mentions of marriage and cheating, squriting, wealthy Jacksons au, flirting, teasing, slight overstimulation and, more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY AND DO NOT INTERACT. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please look away kindly, thank you.
Plus size and skin tone friendly, no mentions of skin tone, weight, or height. Hair type frinedly, no mentions of hair color, texture, or wraps/coverings. Intended for black women. fem pet names used, such as "good girl." "pretty girl." "my girl." etc.
wc: 6kish sorry >n< (not proofread…sorry for any mistakes.)
“You have a crush on Marlon?” Michael laughed hysterically, tumbling back as he held his stomach and cackled loudly into the air.
“Stop laughin’!” You lightly hit his chest in an embarrassed manner. “It’s not funny!” When you told your childhood friend about your newly developed crush on his slightly older brother, you expected him to give you advice on how to win him over—maybe even tell you that he felt the same—but instead, as Michael always had, he laughed. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt and tears peaked in his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just…MARLON?” He exaggerated as he caught his breath. You didn’t get the problem.
You jerked your head back, offended by his tone, “what’s wrong with that? Marlon is extremely attractive.” You defended. “He’s got nice abs, a pretty smile, pretty eyes and—“ Michael put his hand up and stopped you.
“Yeah, I don’t need the details.” He said with a chuckle, “besides, of all my brothers, him?” He asked again. “He’s great and all but, isn’t there anyone else?”
You sighed with a soft smile, thinking of Marlon as you stared up at Michael’s ceiling. “I dunno…” You breathed out with a blissful expression, “he’s just so….fine.” Michael shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I mean, all your brothers are so talented and just so sweet to me, but Marlon...”
“Yeah, sweet until you leave…” he muttered. You shot him a quick glare. “I’m just sayin’!”
You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. “You’re just jealous.” You replied.
“Jealous?!” Michael retorted. “And why would I be jealous?” You smirked at his annoyed expression and looked away from him.
“Well, for starters, Marlon is taller.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“You need ya’ eyes checked girl, I’m taller than him.” You huffed. “I have no reason to be jealous. I just think you have strange tastes.”
“Yeah you do.” You argued, “Marlon gets more girls than you.” This made Michael laugh, but not like before. It was more of a laugh of disbelief and smugness.
“More girls?” He taunted, “Girl, the women love me! Marlon wouldn’t know what to do if he woke up as me.” He teased. He leaned a bit closer, leaning on his palm as he spoke in a soft and confident tone, “why, he’d be drownin’ in beautiful women like a fool if he were me.” For some odd reason your heart fluttered, he looked you in your eyes with this daring and dangerously charming expression. “Gettin’ a girl aint a problem for me.”
You felt your breathing catch for a moment, you could very faintly smell his minty breath, it made you want to inhale a bit more, but instead you lightly pushed him back and rolled your eyes.
“Sure and I bet you could have any girl you wanted.” Michael shrugged.
“I could.” He said simply. “But what’s the fun in every other girl, ones enough for me.” You laughed as he laid back and put his arms under his head, he sighed softly and stared up at the ceiling with a smile as he closed his eyes. “My brothers don’t get that, I bet if a girl gave all of them a chance, they’d act like a bunch of dogs seeing’ who could get ‘er first.”
You clicked your tongue and held a bubble of air in your cheek. You have heard of their scandalous behaviors before, but you didn’t care. You really liked Marlon, or at least how he looked and spoke to you. He was sweet and talented, he was funny too and very outgoing. You liked those things about him. You imagined dating him would be so fun, you just had to know what it was like.
“Well anyway,” You started. “I need your help.” That was why you told him, you wanted Michael to give you advice on how to win his brother over. “Tell me what his type is.” Michael peaked an eye open at you and raised his brows.
“You want me to help you date my brother?” You nodded enthusiastically with a big smile. “I don’t think you wanna do that.” But it slowly fell when Michael said that.
He was being so difficult. Every time you like anyone he always acts like this. When you told him you liked a now ex, mutual friend, he laughed at first and then told you that he was a ‘bad guy.’ And a ‘total schmuck.’ You let it go that time-, and luckily so since you later found out he was a serial cheater. The second time it was a lifeguard you met at the water park with Michael. He gave you his number and you were gonna call until Michael told you he gave all the girls his number, you took his advice that time and threw the piece of paper out-, deciding to spend your time swimming at the Jackson estate instead. But now, you feel almost annoyed by his constant negativity regarding the guys you like.
“And why not? I’ve known your brothers for a long time now and, Marlon is a very sweet guy.” Michael sighed and went quiet for a moment.
You didn’t get the problem. You both know his brother is a good person, he’s never given you reason to believe otherwise either. While he was usually able to give you a reason why your short crushes were a bad idea, he hadn’t given one solid explanation of why it was a bad idea yet. You were beginning to wonder why he was always so against you liking guys. Maybe he was just overprotective—you have been friends since he was just a child—or maybe he was just weirded out by the idea of you dating. That made sense. You pondered for a moment and then something clicked. Your eyes widened in realization and you grinned knowingly.
“Oh, I get it now.” Michael opened his eyes and look at you, seemingly growing nervous at your expression. “I know why you always get so weird about me dating.” He propped himself up on his hands and stared with wide eyes as his apple cheeks flushed.
“W-What? I don’t get weird about you dating!” Michael denied. His frantic response and sudden anxiousness made you completely sure, it was absolutely adorable.
“You’re just worried I’ll stop being your friend if I get a boyfriend.” You claimed.
Oh, if only you knew how Michael’s pounding heart slowed at your allegation. You didn’t catch his sigh of relief or the way his tensed shoulders slowly fell into relaxation.
He chuckled at your claim and flopped on his back again. “I mean, it would cramp our style if you started invitin’ some airhead to hang with us, three’s a crowd, y’know?” You cooed in a teasing manner and leaned on your palm, looking down at him as you smiled.
“Ya know, when you get a girl, youll probably forget all about me.” You poked, “I bet youll be somewhere with a billion little Michael’s and some pretty girl clingin’ to you going, oh Mikey, the weathers beautiful this time of year.” You laughed at your own joke, lightly slapping his shoulder as he chuckled along with you.
“Mikey?” You continued to laugh as he shook his head with a warm smile on his face, he watched you with affection playing in his eyes. “You’re so dumb…” He murmured.
“But for real, help me Michael.” You said with a soft smile, “I wanna start dating soon too.” You reasoned, “at this rate, you might even get married before me.”
His smile slowly dropped and he stared at you again. “Married?” You nodded. It was clear you weren’t going to drop this, so he finally gave in. “Okay, fine…” He sat up again and moved closer to you. “First of all, Marlon likes mature girls.” His tone was a jarringly serious considering the playful moment you just shared seconds ago. It made you tense. “You know the girl who lives down the street? Carol Parker?” You nodded. “He loves girls just like her.” The excitement you felt in your heart faded.
“He does?” Michael nodded.
“And I heard she likes him, so if you want ‘em, you gotta get his attention off her.” Suddenly the crush you felt was becoming a distant and bitter tasting memory. “And you gotta stop hangin’ out with me.” Your eyes shot open wide at this.
“What?!” Michael shrugged. “Why would I have to stop bein’ friends with you just to date him?” You asked in an almost angry tone. “What does our friendship gotta do with it?”
“You really think my knucklehead brother would be okay with you bein’ in my bedroom till midnight?” He posed. Though you wanted to argue, you couldnt. What guy would be? Most guys would think you were dating if they knew how much time you spent with Michael. “I mean seriously, if you were a guy, would you want your girlfriend sleepin’ in the same bed as your brother?” It was irrefutable.
You spend practically every second with Michael. He’s your best friend. You sleep in bed together, eat together and do everything else together. When new movies come out you call each other to make sure you see it together, when new games are released you play them together. He’s so close to you that he’s even learned how to braid so he could help you do your hair. Michael is like…a second skin. You always feel so safe and comfortable with him. He’s like your home, you truly couldn’t imagine being without him—even for a day. It was out of the question, Marlon would just have to suck it up. You wouldn’t stop being friends with Michael even if the sky was falling, it was a nonnegotiable.
“Well he just has to put up with it.” Michael choked on a laugh and raised his brows at you.
“What?” You held your head high, for some reason you felt shy all of a sudden.
You turned your head forward and shrugged. “Marlon just has to put up with it. My relationship with you has nothin’ to do with it. If he doesn’t like that then…” You paused. If he didn’t like it then what? You do like him after all… “Then…that’s his problem. Not ours.”
Michael smirked at your choice of words. Ours… it was such an intimate pronoun. His heart warmed at your use of it. “So, what if he said no because of it?” Michael asked, it was like he was testing the waters. “Would you pick him over me?”
You whipped your head around at him. It was a ridiculous question. One that he should know the answer to for a billion years over, but you answered it anyway. “Of course not!” You assured. “Why’d you even ask somethin’ so stupid? You know I would never pick anyone over you.”
His grin grew. You could see his perfect pearly teeth as he looked up at you through his lashes. “You must not like em’ much if you feel like that.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you looked away, but your heart skipped a beat as you did so.
“I couldnt ever like anyone that much…” You admitted in a low mutter. “It’s like askin’ me to hate you. I couldnt hate you even in a billion years.”
“Are you sure you even like Marlon then?”
You didn’t reply right away. Now that you thought about it more, with your relationship with Michael being thrown on the table, you weren’t too sure anymore. Sure he’s nice but…he’s not as nice as Michael. He’s sweet but, Michael has always been much sweeter and, you get plenty joy out of looking at Michael anyway. All the things you could do with a boyfriend, you can do with Michael. You can’t really say you like Marlon-, especially not enough to let go of Michael. The only thing you can say is that you adore his brother. If it were between Michael and Marlon, you would always choose Michael.
“I dunno…” He scooted next to you, joining you on the foot of the bed where you sat with your legs folded. “I mean…he’s nice and all but…” You looked down at your lap, your body felt tensed, your emotions were suddenly beginning to turn into a mess of confusion and distress. “Would we really have to stop seeing each other?” You asked softly.
Michael cooed and pulled you into his side, hugging you as you squished your face against his chest. “Awww, that really bothered you?” You reluctantly nodded. “You know, if you ever start datin’ that’s just how things will be.” He softly explained. “One day, youll meet some jealous airhead who’ll want you all to em’ self. He’s gonna wanna marry you and have kids, he’ll steal you away from me before you know it.” Though his short assumption about your love life seemed sweet, it made you tense.
You didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to ‘steal’ you away from Michael, it made you feel so defensive. Your heart ached a bit even thinking about some loser trying to outshine him in your life. You didn’t quite understand why but you felt so strongly connected and attached to Michael. Nothing could change your mind, no one could make your heart race or make you smile the way he did. Even if you wanted to, you would never change your mind. You had to keep Michael in your life.
“That’s not true.” You argued.
“But it is.” He teased while softly laughing, “I’m tellin’ you, whatever man you end up with would be sick of me. He might think you’re cheatin’ on him with me.” You looked at the wall and inhaled deeply.
“Well what about you?” You asked.
“What about me?” Michael answered.
“When you get married…Will your wife be okay with us being this close?”
He snickered. “Oh not at all.” He said, “In fact, I think I’d get divorced in a month dealin’ with you.”
“But what if you really loved her?” As you asked this he slipped his arms from around you and gave you a look that made you smile.
“Loved her enough to leave you alone?” He posed, “Yeah right.” As he rolled his eyes you smiled.
The feeling of distress you felt before melted into a soothing warmth, a familiar feeling of comfort that only Michael induces. “So we’re just gonna be single forever, huh?” He raised a brow at you.
“Who says we gotta be single?” He asked.
“Well obviously we won’t meet anyone who won’t have a problem with us being friends, so the only option is to be single forever.” Michael disagreed immediately. “What else can we do?” And then he looked you in your eyes, it made your heart flutter again.
Something about his expression, the look in his eyes, it was making your hands sweat and your heart pound. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, he made you feel so unbelievably warm and happy. The charming look in his eyes was almost too much.
“Well I gotta idea, but I dunno if you’re gonna like it.” You felt so strange, like you were melting. You didn’t feel this way when thinking about Marlon, not even the other guys. You felt like a pad of butter on a stack of hot pancakes. His tone was so sweet and soft, like a gentle breeze.
“What’s the idea?” You asked, even your tone was being affected by him. You couldn’t help but sound so anxious and excited.
“I’ll tell you, but promise not to get mad.” You waved your hand at him and your smile grew.
“When have I ever gotten mad at you, Michael?” He nodded and took a deep breath, inhaling deeply before softly exhaling.
“Well…” he started, his cheeks flushed again and for the first time in a while, he looked away from you with a shy expression, like he couldn’t handle looking at you. “I was thinkin’…if you really wanna boyfriend…maybe—maybe I could be your boyfriend.”
His words settled into the air and for a moment, he seemed tense. But you couldn’t help the silence, his idea was so…surprising. Michael? Your boyfriend? Those words together feel so strange yet, good. You could never lie and say that you never wondered before, it’s always been a quiet thought in your mind, but you never thought he would ask. It only makes sense too. The feelings you have for him aren’t as simply explained away with the term, best friend. He’s much more than just a friend.
“Michael…” You breathed out, he stared at you anxiously as you spoke. Your heart was pounding. “I—I would love that.”
His big doe eyes went wide. “Re—Really?!” You nodded, smiling just as big as he did. You threw your arms around him, knocking him back on the bed as you hugged him tightly. You fell down with him, lying almost on top of him as you held him. He laughed with his arms around your waist. “But what about Marlon?” He asked in your shoulder.
You leaned up a bit and looked down at him, “what about him?” You asked. Michael laughed and you felt butterflies in your stomach, how didn’t you realize this sooner?
“See? I told you, you didn’t want to be with him.” He teased. “I knew you always liked me.” His arms tightened around you, his fingers lightly pressed into your sides.
You rolled your eyes but remained smiling, you felt so anxious, so excited and so blissfully happy. “Shut up…” You muttered lowly.
“Oh I’ll never shut up about it,” He teased. “I’m gonna make sure everybody knows that you’re my girl.” The air in your lungs was snatched away. ‘My girl.’ Hearing Michael say that made your stomach tighten. “Did you like that?” He teased, noticing the way your breathing hitched in your throat. “Hearin’ me call you my girl?” You shuddered and hid your face in the side of his neck.
“Shut up, you’re so dumb.” You said against his soft and warm skin. You could feel him tense underneath you, his shoulders tense as his fingers twitched at your sides. You could even feel his heart pounding against his chest. He was just as nervous and strung as you. You smirked as an idea bloomed in your head. To get him back for his teasing, you pressed a soft kiss against his neck despite the nervous feeling in your heart.
Michael gasped, his breathing caught in his throat and he squeezed you tightly. “D-Don’t do that.” He whispered. You giggled against his neck and he closed his eyes.
“Why?” You taunted, “d’ya like it?” He let out a short huff of air and lightly pinched your side, making you laugh.
“Stop bein’ a brat.” But you didn’t let up, instead, you kissed his neck again, this time kissing just a bit longer.
“You started it.” You kissed him again, something was taking over you, a warm desire that had nothing to do with annoying him and all to do with touching him and kissing him as much as possible. “I’m just finishin’ it.” You continued kissing his neck, your lips parted just a bit and your tongue crept out to lightly lick at his warm flesh.
Michael gasped and let out something between a stifled whine and a sigh. The sound sparked something inside of you, fueling the fire growing inside of you. His big hands held you as if to anchor you to himself and his lips parted just a bit as he quietly called out your name. The heat in your chest traveled through your body, going lower and lower until you could feel it between your thighs. Accompanying it was a growing slickness that wet your underwear, making them feel sticky and hot.
“W—Wait…” he barely managed to get the word out, he couldnt know how his voice—sounding so needy and desperate, all for you—made the sensitive flesh between your thigh throb with want. You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were a bit hazy but full of love, you wore the same expression. “Can I…Can I kiss you?” You almost moaned in response to his question.
You always imagined kissing Michael would be like heaven on earth. The thought alone was always enough to make you squeal and kick your feet like an excited teen. You could hardly speak, you nodded your head wordlessly and breathlessly as he pulled your body all the way onto him before flipping you over so your back was pressed against the middle of the bed and he was on top. You felt so turned on you could cry. As he leaned in you closed your eyes and your hands found his shirt, gripping it tightly as your heart pounded like a drum. The moment you felt his soft warm lips against yours it was like something inside of you shattered. Your hands weakened and your whole body turned into jelly underneath him.
You weakly pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as you softly moaned against his lips. While he kept himself above you using his arm, his other hand tenderly stroked your side, inching up and down your hip until it reached your thigh, his lips moved against yours with a passionate rhythm. Michael was such a good kisser. His tongue swiped lightly against yours lips, quietly asking for permission—you granted it right away. A pool of warmth grew in your lower stomach, the heat and slickness you felt was becoming unbearable. You opened your legs a bit, allowing him an intimate space between your thighs as he kissed you with an—almost overwhelming—amount of tenderness and affection. His hand stopped and held your thigh, big and hot against your skin as he very carefully and lightly pressed his waist you. His crotch pressed right against your pussy, you could feel the bulge in his dark blue jeans pressing against your wet panties.
Your hips bucked upward and his down, you both moaned at the sensation it caused and pulled away for a second to catch your breath.
“Maybe we should stop…” Michael suggested in a breathless manner. But his hips were just barely grinding forward into you. “Before we carried away.” He said, his tone wasn’t direct though, it wasn’t definitive at all. It was like he was asking you, like he was tempting you.
“We don’t have to…” You replied in a tone similar to his. “What’s wrong with us gettin’ carried away?”
“Gosh…” Michael whispered, “You’re somethin’ else.” Before kissing you again, this time in a much more rushed and hungry manner.
It wasn’t like he stopped holding back, the layer of him that was worried about going too fast was peeled back and all that was on his mind was making you feel good. His hips moved with a bit more confidence and purpose, it wasn’t just an absent minded motion anymore. You could feel the roughness of his jeans even more now, rubbing against your pussy in a slow and deliberate fashion.
“I just like you so much.” He broke the kiss and immediately began peppering your face and neck in kisses, “you’re so beautiful…so lovely…” Michael praised, “Gosh…I love you so much.” He whispered, almost so lowly that you didn’t catch it. “I just wanna touch you, I wanna make you feel good.” His kisses trailed down to your shoulder, moving closer to the middle of your chest as he lowered his body just a bit. “Can I make you feel good, baby?”
You felt so horny you almost thought you were going to pee. You were so excited. His voice, gosh he was so needy. His eyes were twinkling with a passionate admiration, a deep unrelenting love that oozed out into his voice.
“Yes Michael, oh God, yes.” Your voice came out in a desperate tone, almost as if you were begging him. It didn’t take more than a second for him to slip you out of your sundress, he tossed it aside without looking away from your body and caressed your bare flesh ever so softly.
“Just look at you…oohhh.” He breathed in deeply, winching as if you were just so pretty it hurt. “So pretty.” You sighed out a soft moan as he kissed just below your bra. “I wanna touch you all over…feel you all over me.” He kissed lower, going all the way down to the waistband of your panties. “Don’t move…” He licked his lips and pressed his face against the clothed mound of your pussy, just above your clit. It ached and pulsed for him, but he didn’t go lower. He pressed his mouth against it but only for a short second before going back to your lips. “My pretty girl.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned into his mouth.
When he pulled away you were panting, staring at him with your eyes glazed over. “I love you Michael, please don’t stop.” You whimpered.
And he didn’t, you didn’t have to ask or beg. Michael finally rid you of the last bit of your clothing, setting your bra and panties aside. He was breathless at the sight of you, so beautiful and exposed, all for him. You were everything he dreamt of, all he ever wanted. All naked and bare on his bed, panting and wanton eyes. He felt like he would eat you alive if he lost all control. Michael gawked at the sight, shaking his head as he bit his lip with a grin. He licked his lips and admired your body.
“Youre drivin’ me wild.” He dipped his head down and kissed the mound of your breast, “you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me girl.”
You closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady, but when his tongue trailed a wet line up the middle of your breasts it became impossible. Your lungs wouldn’t fill properly, your hips bucked against him and the feeling of his jeans against your bare pussy-, that unmistakable bulge, you could feel a tingle spreading across your body, starting between your legs and going up your spine.
“You make me feel so good inside…” Your nipples were as hard as a rock, they could cut through glass. Michael stared in awe. So pretty and so perfect, all for him. His mouth watered as he cupped one in his hand and wrapped his lips around the perky bud. The sensation of his warm mouth made the pit of your stomach tighten, heat pooled there and your walls clenched around nothing at all.
“Michael…” You whined, “Don’t stop, it feels so good.”
“Such a needy girl…” he teased, but he kept going. Taking your nipple back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, sucking lightly while massaging the other between his index finger and thumb. You had no idea he was even capable of doing something like this, your mind was fuzzy and your body was buzzing. You felt like you were about to burst. “My needy girl.”
You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was so hard. The way his perfect teeth grazed your sensitive nipple made your head spin. You were so close to reaching down and soothing the ache yourself, but you didn’t. You waited and fell into the sensations that he brought, thrusting your hips into him as he switches to give the other side the same attention and love.
“Michael, please.” You were so impatient, you needed something, something more than just the friction of his jeans. His lips, his tongue, his long and thick fingers. God, you needed Michael to sooth you. “I can’t wait anymore.” You warned.
“Tell me what you want.” He said while kissing all over your breast, keeping the other trapped between his thumb and index finger, rolling it between the two ever so gently. “Tell me what to do.”
“Kiss me…down there, please.” You begged.
“Here?” He kissed just below your breasts, teasing you as he grinned. You shook your head, breathing heavily as you watched him with wet and almost teary eyes.
“Lower…” and lower he went, his kisses went lower, trailing between the valley of your breasts and then to your stomach, stopping in the middle to litter it in kisses. You held your breath and watched him, your mind hazy as you anticipated what he would do next as he looked up at you again.
“There?” You almost sobbed.
“Michael…” You begged, “please…please lower, go lower.” This time he kept going, worshipping your body with kisses on the way down, only stopping when he go to the soft mound of flesh just above your clit. You moaned at the sight alone.
His intense doe eyes staring up at you, lips wet and face flushed. Your hips jerked as you stared. “Right…here?” Michael stuck his tongue out and traced a small heart right at the peak of your labia. Your walls clenched so aggressively you let out a soft sob.
“Y—Yes…there, please kiss it…touch me there, Michael.” He pushed you further up on the bed by your thighs and snatched one of the pillows on the side of you.
“Lay on this.” He slid it under your back and pushed your legs back, “stay just like that, don’t move.” Your legs were spread, leaving you exposed and open for him.
The air in the room felt cold against your slick flesh, but Michael’s gaze was even stronger than that. His eyes drank in the sight of the glistening skin, staring as if he were starving. It was a bit embarrassing, just a moment ago you were best friends who hadn’t seen each other naked once, and now he’s your boyfriend going down on you in his bedroom. You felt so shy under his loving eyes.
“Michael..” you complained. “…stop starin’, it’s embarrassing.”
He smiled, his fingers grazed up your bare pussy-, barely touching as he watched your face. Watching you shudder and pant. “Can’t help it, you’re just so pretty…so needy for me.” You closed your eyes, “Just be patient…I’ll give you everything you want and more.” He peppered your thighs in kisses, making you pur at the loving gesture. “I’ll give you all my love tonight.”
“You’re so beautiful…” His hands traveled up your body and groped your breasts as he rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, you opened them just a bit more, bucking your hips again—the action unintentional—and arched into his hands.
“just wanna make you feel good.” Michael kisssd your inner thigh, closer and closer to your needy core.
He worshiped your thighs until every bit of them were covered in the lingering warmth of his lips and then finally you felt them where you needed it most. He kissed the mound of your pussy one more time and then licked a long and slow stripe up your lips, moaning quietly at the taste. You quivered and reached for the pillow behind your head, gripped it tightly and bit your lip to keep yourself from making a sound. It felt impossible though, his tongue glided through your pussy, licking at your walls and sucking lightly. Your legs were trembling and your body was weak, his tongue pressed upward and your vision blurred.
“M-Michael…oh…oh my gosh…” You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head. He hummed against you and shifted his focus to your clit, you could feel him grin against your wet flesh when you whimpered, his mouth latched onto the sensitive bud. Your hips grind against his beautiful face, practically riding it as you trembled before him.
You were making such a mess, leaking onto the pillow and wetting his face. Michael loved it, he loved the taste of you, the scent and your moans. It was beautiful. As his tongue lapped at your clit, he slid his hands down from your breasts, one pressed against your lower stomach and the other continued down to your messy pussy.
“You taste so good.” He moaned. His fingers brushed against your clit for a moment, lightly teasing it before he slid it down further and pressed it gently against your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” You nodded and braced yourself, but there was no pain.
As his long, thick finger slipped inside of you and pressed against your slippery, gummy walls, you felt your whole body throb. It was like you were electrocuted. He watched your face, expecting you to make a pained expression, but he was so elated to see the look of unadulterated and overflowing pleasure contorting your pretty face. Your vision blurred and you could hardly make a sound, his name left your lips in a silent and desperate call. The pad of his finger pressed against the soft spongy area, right beneath your clit, moving in a slow and careful pace. He rocked his hand back and forth, almost massaging the area as your back arched and your eyes rolled.
“Right…right there…” You whispered, your walls throbbed and when his mouth latched onto your clit again you cried out his name loudly. “I’m…I’m gonna…” You tried to warn him, you couldn’t get the words out though. Michael knew what you wanted to say but he didn’t ease up, he didn’t slow or stop. He slipped a second finger inside and straightened them, fucking you slowly with them as he sucked and licked your clit.
“M—Mike…” You whimpered as your vision went white with pleasure, your eyes rolled back and you clamped down on his fingers as your love gushed around them. You couldn’t even breathe, your heart skipped a beat as an orgasm ripped through your body and turned you into a puddle of heat. Your stomach tightened until it couldnt anymore and as he continued, you felt something building inside of you. “Michael…oh Michael, w—wait! Please! Please I….” you couldnt get it out.
Michael went faster, he could feel it. He could hear it, the faint sound of squelching wetness that grew louder with every thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue. It spurred him further. He curled his fingers upward and rocked them back and forth until you saw stars, tiny sparkles playing behind your eyes as your love trickled out. With one final flick of his tongue and press of his fingers, it gushed out in a messy pulse that splashed against him, wetting his shirt as he grinned against your hot and wet flesh. You cried beneath him and pushed against his head, your legs threatened to shut around him, trembling as you were driven to a point of sensitivity.
“Michael! Michael please! I—I can’t take it! I can’t take it more!” You cried.’ And finally, he stopped. Allowing you to catch your breath as you laid on his bed panting and wet all over. You looked so lovely, perfectly ruined and beautiful. He felt a sense of pride wash over him as he watched you stare up at the ceiling with a look of pure ecstasy on your face.
“You’re so pretty.” Michael said as before kissing you, “I love you so much.” He assured. And you truly believed that, you knew he meant it. You wrapped your weak arms around him and held him closely as you kissed him back, the taste of him on your lips made you feel so proud. It was like you had marked him as yours. “You wanna stop?”
You smiled up at him and shook your head, “are you sure?” You slid your hand down his chest and pressed it against his belt buckle. “We don’t have to rush, if you aren’t ready, we can wait…we can wait as long as you need.” But it was clear you were in no mood to wait.
“Michael, I don’t think I could wait another second.” You admitted with a breathless laugh. “Please, make love to me.” Michael sighed a soft moan, his expression almost pathetically soft and lewd. He looked like he could cry from how badly he needed you. In a blur of messy kisses and wandering hands, Michael’s clothes are stripped just as quickly as your own were.
He sits on his knees in front of you, bare and naked with his cheeks a pretty apple red and his chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths. He’s anxious. You can tell. You reach up and gently caress his face, smiling at him softly as you stare into his shiny doe eyes.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he stared at you. He was more sure of this than he had been anything. He wanted you so badly it was killing him, he was just so anxious… He was worried that he might lose control and hurt you. “You look nervous.”
He pressed a kiss against your palm and held it against his mouth. ”I just wanna make sure you feel good.” Your heart melted.
“Here, you lay down.” Michael was hesitant but followed your lead, he allowed you to switch positions with him, laying down in the same spot you were as you sat pretty between his long, toned legs. “Do you feel better?”
Michael felt amazing. He nodded, his dick throbbing embarrassingly at the gentle graze of the cold air. You straddled his lap and pressed your hands against his chest, your bare pussy just barely hovered above his dick and at the slightest movement you could feel it graze against you.
You leaned in closely, teasing him as you pecked his lips and grinned. “Stop teasin’…” He whispered, “c’mon…kiss me…” You pecked his lips again, leaning back as he chased your lips for the kiss he craved. You were expecting him to groan and roll his eyes, to pull your hips down aggressively or force you forward to his lips, but instead his lips parted and he let out a soft whine. “Please…kiss me, baby.” And begged ever so softly. It made you fall even deeper in love with him.
You couldn’t deny him or tease him a second longer, you kissed him with pure lust as you pressed your bare pussy against his length. You sighed as he whimpered into your mouth and wrapped his hands around you to hold you still. But you moved anyway. Your hips rocked back and forth in a slow motion, you could feel every vein, the glands of his dick and the pulsing. The thick length felt like heaven between your lips, heavy and hard. Your slickness coated him as you kissed him until he was panting and trembling underneath you.
“Please…” he whimpered, his eyes were glossy when you pulled away, “I need you so badly…” he pleaded, Michael’s voice was thick and airy, like a sigh. “I—I can’t take it anymore, I need you…God, I need you.” You raised your hips and nodded your head.
“I need you too Michael.” Your hand wrapped around his dick, hot and wet with his precum and your juices, he moaned and looked up at you with a pout and shiny doe eyes.
He bit his lip and held his breath, looking up at you with his eyebrows turnt upward. As your flesh pressed against the head of his cock he threw his head back into the pillows and closed his eyes tightly, whimpering as you slowly sank down onto him. He gripped the pillow behind him and opened his eyes, they were teary and his bottom lip was red from biting. As he slid inside of you, both of you held your breath. The stretch of his dick made your hands tremble, it took every ounce of strength to lead his hands to your hips and slowly guide you.
“Sl—Slow…” He whispered. “Take…take your time.” His voice cracked as he spoke and he tried his hardest to hold in his tears. You nodded and inched down, your walls fluttering around him as your love drips down. “Just…oh God…j-just like that…mhmm.” he whimpered and bit his lip.
As you slid all the way down your back arched and your toes curled. The head of his dick pressed firmly against your cervix, kissing it as he stretched you out. You stayed there for a moment, both of you panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. You moved slowly, grinding against him with your tongue in his mouth. Michael thrusted slowly up into you, holding your hips down at he went as slow as he could manage. Every movement made the bed creak and his body tingle. The slow pace was killing him, but he endured it until he could feel you tremble, your hips faltering as you moved a bit faster in a desperate and needy grind.
“S—So deep…” You whispered, your walls fluttering leaned down and cling to him, moaning quietly into his ear. “Y-You’re so deep…Michael.”
Requested: YES by a genius → In your latest post Calum said “It’s alright baby, we’ll take our time.” and I just thought how hot it would be y/n + calum taking their time in it, no rush, just really taking their time to get to know each others body and likes 😫
Word Count: ~1,800
Smut: ya baby :)
Read part one here: here
He led you into his apartment, his hand wrapped firmly around yours as you glanced around. It was empty, undecorated and nearly lifeless, which was expected as he had just transferred. It was an impressive apartment still, and you turned to face him as he led you past the entryway.
“Don’t judge, my bedroom looks much better.” He said, and you smiled up at him as the two of you went upstairs. He was right, he had a massive bed in the center of his room with white bedding, “I like the classic look.”
“It’s great, but not as great as it could be.” You said, releasing his hand and walked over to the bed. You took your dress off, the same one that he had pushed down just a bit ago, and let it fall to the floor. His eyes followed the fabric down but bolted back up to yours, and shrugged out of his jacket.
“You’re right, it’s fucking perfect now. Get on the bed Princess,” He murmured, stripping his own clothes off. You giggled as you laid on the bed, and he sat beside you.
“Let’s explore each others’ bodies. I think we’ll have plenty of time for fucking,” You whispered, your fingers trailing up his bicep, “Your tattoos are so pretty,”
“Not as pretty as you,” He replied, and leaned closer to you. He latched his lips onto yours, hovering over your body as you wrapped your arm around his waist, desperate for him to be as close to you as possible.
His hand trailed down between your bodies, stopping just under your rib cage as his thumb swept over your nipple. Your own hands ran up along his biceps and over his shoulders, amazed at the muscle definition underneath his tan skin. You ran your hands down his back, lightly scratching his skin and he chuckled as he dipped down for another kiss.
“Tell me what you like,” He murmured, and you thought for a second, color creeping into your cheeks as he waited for you to respond. He kissed the side of your jaw, then trailed kisses down your neck, to your collarbone and stopped just above your chest.
“I love being eaten out,” You whispered, your cheeks burning a darker color as he locked eyes with you. He raised his head up, his hands brushing up your side.
“Oh, do you?” He murmured. You nodded as you leaned up on your elbows, your nose nudging his, “That’s pretty fucking hot princess.”
“Want to know something even hotter?” You spread your legs further as he nodded, allowing him to be as close to you as possible, his lips brushing yours. You whispered against his lips, “Sometimes I squirt.”
“No fucking way,” He said. He pulled back, his eyes wide at your statement, “If that’s true, then you are officially the hottest fucking babe I’ve met.”
“Guess you’ll have to either find out or make me then,” You said. He chuckled as he leaned closer to you, kissing you once again. He deepened the kiss before he pulled back.
“Oh, I plan on making you.” He murmured, pulling you down by your thighs and you laughed slightly at the determination in his eyes. He sat himself between your legs, his cock gently pressing against your core. He teased you slightly, gliding his cock in and out of your slit but not yet going inside of you.
“You haven’t earned this yet, I want you soaked and ready for my cock,” He muttered, and pushed himself down the bed and laid on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you once again closer to him as he licked his lips, “I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.”
“Yes sir,” You teased. He chuckled but pressed a kiss against the inside of your thigh and you sighed at the light feeling of his lips as they moved closer, “My clit is the most sensitive part of my body. I can cum just from that.”
His eyes moved up to yours for a brief second before he laid his tongue flat against your clit and brushed it back and forth. Your body jolted at the sudden pleasure coursing through you, before gripping the sheets on his pretty bed. He curved his tongue around the bundle of nerves before slowly sucking on it. Your head fell back as a moan fell from your lips.
“Oh fuck, keep going,” You breathed out. He complied, clearly enjoying himself as you quickly become undone with his actions. He slurped loudly, and you pulled his hair slightly as you giggled.
“Nobody actually likes that,” You whispered, and he furrowed his brows but stopped.
“Bet you’ll love this,” He murmured against your thigh, before pushing his head low and he licked the outside of your lips before pushing his tongue inside of you.
“Fuck,” You seethed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to eat you out. His tongue moved from your clit to your hole, trailing everywhere in between. Your moans grew louder and you became more unraveled as Calum continued eating you out, your thighs starting to shake. You lost it completely when he sucked on your clit once again, your orgasm crashing over you as you collapsed against the bed, your breath gone.
“That was really fucking hot,” He said, wiping his chin off and you laughed as you reached out for him. You pulled him up closer to you, his mouth once again meeting yours. You were enjoying yourself, especially now, but loved the slow build up.
“It’s your turn,” You mumbled, your orgasm draining your energy but you wanted to make Calum feel even slightly as good as he just made you feel, “Lay down,”
You reversed the roles, Calum now laying where you just were, you between his legs. He stretched one arm out behind his head and the other hand moved to your jaw, pushing it up to look at him.
“You’re beautiful,” He murmured. You smiled as you rest your head against his thigh, giving him a slight kiss, just the way he did moments earlier. You licked the palm of your hand and wrapped it around his cock. He sucked in a breath as you started to stroke, and you loved the way his brow furrowed in pleasure as you moved against him.
“I love giving slow blows,” You whispered, and he groaned as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair. You kissed the tip of his cock, before pooling your spit and letting it slide down. You slowly took him into your mouth, your hand stroking what couldn’t fit. Your tongue flicked over his tip, collecting the precum and you swallowed. He moaned as you took him back into your mouth, pushing him further down your throat. He pushed the hair away from your face, his fingers slowly combing through the strands as you continued bobbing your head. His thighs tensed and his fingers paused as you found a rhythm he enjoyed.
“I’m going to cum soon baby,” He murmured, and you caught his gaze as you continued to suck him off. His eyes poured into yours as you pumped your hand faster, your mouth still containing him as he nearly came. His breath hitched and his cock twitched, and you swallowed his load down. You mimicked the way he wiped his chin before, and he chuckled as he guided you up closer to him.
“Favorite position?” He murmured, but the two of you were spent.
“I love doggy, but I think we might have to be lazy. Between fucking in the car and now, I’m sort of exhausted,” You whispered and he chuckled.
“Here Princess, face that way,” He instructed, and you nodded. You lifted your leg up slightly as he adjusted himself, grabbing a condom from the side table. Once the condom was on, he ran his hand down your spine as he kissed your shoulder.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked, and you nodded, “Tsk, you need to use your words.”
“Yes, Calum, please fuck me,” You said, and as his hand stopped at your ass, he slapped the cheek. You breathed out as he pressed his cock against your entrance, before pushing in fully. He gave you a minute to adjust before you began rocking. The position was comfortable, the two of you lying on your side, your back against his chest but you were impressed as he started moving at how well he could still fuck. His hands gripped both sides of your hips, with each thrust of his, he pulled you to meet him. You loved the sound of him fucking you, your moans coming louder and quicker.
“Just like that,” You breathed out, and he chuckled as he continued his rhythm, his fingers digging into your skin. You hoped there would be a mark the next morning, a sign of the night you’ve had. You moaned loudly as he slapped your ass again, the pain he inflicted meshing with his cock fucking you was a dangerous combination.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He murmured, burying his face in your shoulder. You gasped slightly as he bit into your skin, but you didn’t mind - not with him. One of his hands wrapped around your body, his fingers moving to your clit and you arched your back into him, his mouth finding yours. As his fingers circled around your clit, he applied pressure and you moaned into the kiss. He started thrusting faster, and you knew your next orgasm was right around the corner. He bit down on your lip as you pulled away, dangerously close to cumming, your hips bucking against his.
“Hold still Princess,” He murmured, but you couldn’t control your body. Your thighs started to shake again as he continued to fuck you, your body nearly collapsing forward as your orgasm came, and you cried out in absolute pleasure as he kept going. You came, your body squirting out your orgasm and you whimpered as he continued to fuck you from behind. His own orgasm quickly caught up and he stilled as he came, before collapsing behind you onto the bed. You chuckled breathily, nearly gasping for air as you turned to face him.
“I ruined your sheets,” You whispered, and he chuckled.
“Darling, there is no better way for these sheets to be used than what you did. Let’s sleep on the couch,” He murmured, his nose nudging yours then he kissed you, “I liked that.”
Imagine: Being the youngest archangel and your brothers being protective over you. [x] [x] [x] [x]
Michael: Y/N, I shouldn’t have to keep telling you to be careful-
Y/N: Then, don’t!
Raphael: Y/N...
Y/N: What? You guys, I’m fine!
Lucifer: And, the moment you’re not you know who to call!
Gabriel: What, you? No, if you need help, I’m your guy! I have all the tricks up my sleeve!
Michael: Reckless tricks!
Lucifer: Actually, I think that-
Raphael: -Stop fighting! Y/N has already left the room!
ok but imagine going to a bar with calum and ashton, and ending up losing them and being fine with it. but when you end up finding them the two are so fucking giggly and touchy towards you, and realizing you'll end up taking care of them while their drunk and hungover the next day, and calum being so outspoken because he's so drunk,”so buddy how much did you drink?” and him just kind of laughing it off, not remembering how much he had to drink but ashton speaking up for the dark haired boy as usual, “oh y’know 1 or 2.”
He had seen the physical life fade as the soul descended. The soul he had witnessed enter and exit from day one to the last breaths. He had seen the final tears, the ones he had longed to always dry, but he couldn’t. To you, he wasn’t real. He didn’t exist. And in those few minutes, neither did you.
Michael believed he had failed. He had failed his duties, and he had failed you.
He wanted to chase down your soul and beg you to return, but he didn’t have to. The silent room was filled with the slow beeping of the heart monitor, and Michael fell to his knees. He desired to touch you, to hold your hand and promise you he’d never let it happen again. But even he knew it didn’t work like that. All he could do was sit back and pretend he had never gotten attached to you in the first place.
-
Michael didn’t see you again until after you recovered. He kept his distance as long as you kept safe, and he had promised himself to never behave the way he had in the past. His world revolved around you, but in yours, he was a myth. A fictious, albeit sometimes religious, myth. His job had never been to fall for the way your face scrunched when you laughed or the way you got excited over the little things.
So, he promised to never appear unless you needed him. And knowing you, it would happen more often than desired.
You hummed as you cooked, mind elsewhere while the stove sizzled from hot oils spilling onto the cooktop. A familiar playlist played on your phone; it was filled with older music you had learned from your mother–– the kind of stuff she grew up with, the kind of stuff you forced yourself to know in honor of her. The hot oil popped on the stove, but you carried on dancing as you made yourself a drink.
And then you placed the rice into the pan and turned up the heat, and Michael couldn’t stop himself from sighing out a quiet, “no, don’t fucking do that.”
You jumped, a small shriek leaving your lips as your spatula clattered to the tile floor. When you turned, your eyes and mouth fell wide.
Michael stood from the dining chair on instinct, rushing to turn off the stove while you remained frozen in place. To him, your heartbeat echoed around the room, but he didn’t mind the sound. He swore he never would–– not after fearing that he would never hear it again.
Suddenly, you reached behind your body, tugging a knife out from one of the drawers and holding it up to threaten him. It was a small steak knife, but Michael knew that––if he had been human––it would do significant damage to one.
He laughed, and you shoved the knife his way. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. That was what the perpetrators did in the movies you watched. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
You stayed silent, fear clearly evident in your expression. He had seen it countless times over, and he never imagined he would see it because of his presence alone. Michael blinked, and his mouth went dry. You saw him.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “Can you actually hear me right now?”
You raised a brow, but you nodded slowly, nevertheless. “Wh-what are you–– why are you in my apartment?” you asked, raising the knife toward his chin. It seemed like a threatening gesture, but Michael was unfazed. The only thing about you that scared him was the look on your face every time you cried. (He tried not to think about the time you had died and came back to life.) “Who are you?”
“Uh, hi.” He glanced down at the sharp object. “Technically––“ he said, moving the knife away from his face, but you only pushed it back under his chin again. “––I’m not supposed to be physically here. I’m Michael. I’m your guardian angel, and you were about to burn your face off.”
“Yeah, okay,” you chuckled. “Hi, Michael, I’m gonna stab you now.”
“You actually can’t do that,” he said, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet. His arms ached from being raised for so long. “I’m not alive. But you can try if ya want. I don’t have any blood but like, go right ahead.”
The terror had yet to leave your face, and Michael didn’t like that. He didn’t like a single thing about the interaction, and it terrified him to know that something had gone wrong. Something about your death had left him on the physical plane. Or, perhaps, you could see into his alternate dimension. Michael didn’t know a thing about science, but he knew that humans and souls could interact on a specific level depending on the transmitted energy. But you were not supposed to interact with Michael no matter what.
The knife nestled beneath his chin proved that something had seriously gone wrong.
You slowly lowered the weapon, and your heart-rate slowed, too. “D-do you want cash? Money? I don’t have a lot.”
Michael sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “There’s gotta be a way I can prove it to you,” he muttered under his breath.
“I have an unopened back of gum,” you said. “That’s–– sorry, that’s not appealing. I, uh––“
“Y/N, I don’t want anything from you,” said Michael as he leaned against your magnet-cover refrigerator. “I’m just as scared as you are, it’s cool.”
“No, no,” you muttered firmly. You raised the knife once more. “It’s not cool. You–– you broke into my home. You–– are you stalking me? What do you want?”
Michael frowned. “I’m so sorry,” he spoke. “I didn’t know this would happen. I didn’t wanna scare you. I wasn’t exactly told how to deal with the clientele after they died and were miraculously resurrected.”
Your hand fell to your side, eyes widening once more while you stared up at him. He had never felt your gaze before–– it haunted him in a way he couldn’t explain. He never knew eye contact in any shape or form, and now he felt like he needed it.
“Yeah, uh, I’m just gonna leave for a bit,” he continued, “t’let you digest whatever happened. Please, make a salad or something. And don’t choke because then I’ll have to come right back, and you probably don’t wanna see me ever again, so––“
“Michael.”
“Yeah?”
You stared up at him, bottom lip bitten in while you crossed your arms over your chest. “Are you a ghost, or something? How did you know I died?”
“I guess, technically, you didn’t die ‘cos your heart just stopped beatin’, but––“
“But how did you know?”
Michael sighed. “I’m your guardian angel, pet. Supposed t’keep you alive. You weren’t meant to die yet.”
Your scowl transformed into a deep frown, and sadness replaced the fear in your eyes. He could sense the shift in demeanor–– it left you vulnerable, and the reminder of your accident only stirred up forgotten emotions. If Michael knew anyone better than he knew himself, it was you. Because he had known you for your entire life, and you were never supposed to know him.
“Uh, yeah, so–– I’ll catch ya later,” said Michael. “Maybe in like a month or two when you accidentally set fire to the kitchen again.”
He waited for you to say something. He waited for you to stop him again, and it was the little sliver of hope that forced an unbearable silence. The issue was that Michael knew you like the back of his hand, but all you saw was an intruder. A pale man who fed you excuses.
So, when you glanced down at the knife in your hand, Michael took that as an opportunity to vanish. But the feeling of your eyes burning into his skull never left. As it turned out, two minutes of contact with you made him feel more human than he ever had before.
-
Michael hadn’t expected to see you again so soon. He hadn’t expected to appear on a sidewalk of an empty street in the dead of night. He heard your breaths, he heard your heartbeat, but he also heard much more than that. He heard the panic that shook through your bones, all because a car had clipped the curb, and you weren’t ready to face that sort of trauma again.
He didn’t know how to approach you. Now, after the fear you had felt when seeing him for the first time, he wasn’t sure how to react. For the first time in his years of guardianship, he had been late to the scene. He didn’t know how to approach you.
“Aren’t you supposed to help me?” you asked, eyes casting down to your bruised knees. There hadn’t been an impact, that Michael knew–– you had a natural clumsiness that he both admired and despised. It made his job a lot harder than it needed to be.
Michael had been standing down the block, silent as he could possibly be, yet his presence was overwhelming. He didn’t have wings or a shiny golden halo, but an aura surrounded him. He was light and airy, and he was meant to hold warmth. He was meant for comfort. It didn’t shock him that you spotted him easily in the pitch-black night.
“You’re supposed to be my guardian angel, yeah?” You glanced over at him from your spot on the ground. “You’re supposed to help me. Then–– then why didn’t you keep that fucking car from almost hitting me?” Your breaths were heavy as you swallowed back tears, but the panic had returned. “Why didn’t you keep that other car from c-crashing into mine? Why didn’t you keep me from fucking dying?”
Michael wished he could disappear. He had never been faced with his own problems–– he only witnessed you deal with yours. And now, he had to answer for his actions, and he had to be brave about it. But seeing you so broken, so traumatized because of an event he could have prevented made him sick to his stomach.
He made his way down the sidewalk, and though he ached to carry on, he stopped once his feet reached you. He didn’t say a word as he sat down beside you and stared straight ahead. For all he knew, words would only be used against him.
Your breaths evened out after a few quiet moments, but the tears continued to fall. It was all his fault.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, clasping his hands together to keep them from twitching. “I wish–– I wish it worked that way.”
“Then––“ You inhaled shakily. “––h-how does it work?”
“I can’t protect you from every harmful thing life throws your way,” said Michael as he stole a glance at you. You had been looking at him. He was sure you saw him a lot differently now. Like a ghost, almost. “I’m like a conscience. I guide you a bit, help with decisions and stuff. I make you feel comfortable.”
“I don’t feel very comfortable right now,” you mumbled, eyes glassy from old tears.
He nodded. It stung, but he understood. “You’re not meant to see me,” he said. “You never were.”
“Does ev’rybody have a thing like you?” The way you spoke chiseled specks out of his chest–– you sounded damaged and defeated, and he wanted to be better. “A guardian or whatever?”
“Angel,” he chuckled. “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. But you’re the lucky bunch who gets to see my stupid face.”
And, as if it were some miracle, you let out a laugh, too. “’s not stupid,” you mumbled. “I just–– God.” You groaned, stuffing your face into your hands. “I feel weird for wanting to believe, you know? But you literally disappeared. Like, in the middle of my frickin’ kitchen.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda fun,” said Michael, smiling. “Jus’ popping in and out of existence. It’s a little disorienting coming in though. Kinda like coming back from the dead. I don’t exist otherwise.”
“What?” You hadn’t gazed elsewhere since Michael sat beside you, and your stare only intensified with each passing moment. “You don’t exist?”
Michael hummed. “Y’know how there are dimensions?”
You nodded.
“I’m beyond the third,” he said and set his hand flat against his knee to demonstrate. “My hand is the first and my other is the second. See it’s above it. The third is above that–– that’s where you are. The fourth dimension is gray area. You can interact with it but only when the planes intersect. Higher dimensions can always interact with those lower no matter what.”
“I’m lost.”
“It’s okay.” Michael chuckled. “If you fall on the third dimension, and I’m not on the fourth, then I’m some crazy number after that. So, I have always been able to see you, but you cannot see me. Or, like, you weren’t able to see me.”
You blinked a few times, and he could hear the cogs turning in your head. “Science is fucking nuts,” you breathed out, and he laughed. “How does that explain why you don’t exist?”
Michael shrugged. “I’m not alive. I only exist when you need me to.”
“You exist because of me?” you asked, your voice so soft it sent a shiver up his spine.
He nodded.
“Are you–– am I able to–– to touch you?”
“Touch?” asked Michael. “Darling, you nearly cut me with your knife.”
“Oh.”
He let out another laugh. The dynamic had changed in a positive way, and he swore to himself that he would never fuck it up again. “Give it a try,” he said, holding out his hand.
You looked up at him and back down at his hand, and you soon raised yours just above his. He could sense your reluctance, and he hoped you couldn’t sense his. Once your fingers brushed his knuckles, it hardly mattered. It was a sensation Michael had never felt before. A sensation that made him feel a little more human.
-
“What’s the danger tonight?”
Michael hadn’t seen you before your words hit him. He had appeared in the candy aisle of a convenient store, one hand gripping hard against the plastic shelving to keep himself steady. And, for the first time, he suspected nothing. For the first time, he didn’t feel your presence or understand why he stood where he stood.
“I, um––“ Michael turned around, and his stomach lurched at the sight of you. You were there in a simple pair of mesh shorts and your mother’s college sweatshirt. You were there, Red Bull in hands and eyes red and watery, and he immediately knew it was from tears. “I dunno,” he said with a shrug.
You let out a laugh. A dry laugh that took all of your energy to conjure up. “Okay,” you replied and stepped toward him.
“Did ya miss me?” he asked–– an honest attempt at trying to lighten the mood.
The close proximity made it easier to see the exhaustion in your features. You weren’t close to dying or in imminent, heart-wrenching danger. You just needed a friend.
You shrugged, eyes flickering down to glance at your shoes. “Don’t know you,” you mumbled.
Michael nodded. You were right. You had no reason to miss him–– you had no reason to want to. All he was to you was a product of imagination. You saw him as a figment, something that came from a tragic memory, and you had no reason to believe in his existence.
“Do you only have those clothes?” you asked and motioned to the faded plaid shirt he wore.
“I’m supposed t’blend in,” he said.
You chuckled, and he noticed that it had been more genuine than the last. “So, you don’t like, sweat or anything?”
“Sweat?”
“Yeah, sweat,” you said, yet he stared at you in confusion. “If you get too hot?”
“Oh.” Michael nodded at you and smiled. “Yeah, I can’t feel temperature. Well, I mean I couldn’t before. I dunno if that’s changed now that I’m kinda a physical being.” It was still weird to him. He had been a personified “being” from the start, but never existed on the physical plane you were on. And now that he did, he didn’t know what sort of laws he fit into.
He felt a little more human and a little less angel.
You looked behind you, eyes locking on the drink coolers until you turned back to face him. “Well, Michael, it doesn’t hurt to find out,” you said.
A pang of anxiety rushed through him; it wasn’t a new feeling, but he had only experienced it in relation to your actions. He never experienced nerves pertaining to his own self, and he wasn’t sure why he was nervous in the first place. “Yeah, guess you’re right.”
You opened the cooler door for him without warning, and Michael was suddenly hit with a new feeling that he couldn’t describe. A sensation that he swore he only imagined.
“Do you feel it?” you asked.
He swallowed. “Uh, I think.”
You reached your arm out and pushed him forward gently, and this time, the cold slithered up his arms and under his clothes. And he hated it. He hated every goddamn thing about it.
You shut the door.
Michael stayed silent for a moment or two, and then he looked at you. “I’m not–– uh, I’m not supposed to––“
You smiled warmly. It was the kind of smile that reassured him he was okay.
Because truth be told, Michael wasn’t sure he was okay. He had worried about you for your entire life, and now all he could think about was your gentle touch and the way you said his name. He could only think about the cold air on his skin and your warm gaze. It was more than he had ever known, for all he had known was you.
“I’m just gonna pay for this––” you said, holding up the small can of Red Bull.
Michael forced a laugh. He could remember the countless commercials he saw for the brand, and he could remember your offbeat commentary while you waited for reruns of your favorite show.
“––and then we can head out, if you want,” you continued. “Get you a new shirt or something.” You smiled at him again before making your way over to the cashier, and Michael had to restrain himself from disappearing right then. He didn’t even know if he had the capability to do that anymore. He didn’t even know what he was.
And then you were walking over again, eyes bright and smile so warm, it could melt him if you tried. Michael decided that, for the time being, he had no reason to worry. Not when he was with you.
-
You had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
On the walk back to your place, you talked about the accident. You talked about the cost, the recovery, the flashbacks, and more. You talked about the anxiety that crawled up your chest when you crossed the street, and you mentioned the ache that persisted where your ribs had once cracked. Your voice wavered as you spoke, and all Michael could do was listen. He knew it all––every single bit, but he still listened.
And then you were asking him if he had ever tried Thai food before, and Michael’s mind went elsewhere. He thought about the feeling of his shoes beneath the soles of his feet, and he thought about the weight of your gaze every time you talked to him. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. So, no, he had never had Thai food before. He had never needed food before.
“Well, then,” you had said, pulling out your phone while you opened the door to your apartment, “tonight it’s on me.”
You had ordered him fried rice, and you talked about your favorite restaurants in your hometown until the food arrived. Michael remembered the places you talked about as if he had been there yesterday. But he hardly thought more about your past when he was here living in your present. You placed the food directly in front of him and waited.
“Go on then,” you urged. “Baby’s first bite.”
Baby. Michael smiled and grabbed the fork. “Is that supposed to be an endearing term?” he asked you, and meanwhile, you sat on the couch beside him. Your knee brushed his.
“In the technical sense,” you began, “no. But it can be.”
He gave you a nod and took a big bite, allowing the flavors to settle on his tongue before chewing and swallowing. And Michael, well, he felt like crying. It was new, and it was too much. But he didn’t say a word about it. Instead, he gave you a smile and a thumbs up and carried on with his meal. He tried not to think about his life shifting before his eyes. If he even considered himself to have a life to begin with.
The night continued with mixed drinks and conversations about music and movies you thought he would like–– despite the fact that he knew he did like said music and movies. You sat close to him and chatted for hours, never mind the fact that you had purchased the Red Bull so you could work on a thesis for school. Michael didn’t want to stop you.
You handed him your phone at some point during the night, fingers grazing over his and sending sparks down into his skin. The feeling alone had made his heart stutter, and then Michael had to calm his breathing. He wasn’t alive. He wasn’t supposed to have a heartbeat.
You showed him videos and stupid pictures from your past meanwhile. You loomed over, shoulder against his while you pointed out your haircut from the year 2012. Michael was all too aware of you. He was all too aware of the tension in his shoulders and the stiffness in his posture. Because now, he could smell, and something about your perfume was absolutely intoxicating.
And then, you fell asleep on his shoulder in the middle of your favorite show, and he could no longer breathe.
The next time Michael felt fully conscious, he took in his surroundings. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he last saw you, but then he felt the weight on his shoulder. He felt an arm draped across his lap, and he heard your soft breaths in the room of white noise. Michael’s mouth went dry, and his eyes welled with tears. The clock on your phone read 3:23 in the morning. He hadn’t disappeared. He had fallen asleep.
You stirred beside him, eyes fluttering open while they adjusted to the soft light of a nearby lamp. Your eyes glistened, and your smile was tired––it filled his chest with an unfamiliar sensation.
But instead of moving away, you nestled closer, arm tightening across his torso while you settled your head against his chest. He knew you could hear his newfound heartbeat. He knew you could feel his warmth; he could feel it, too. His palms were moist with the sweat you had mentioned only hours prior.
“Mike,” you whispered against him.
He smiled and hummed. “’s that a nickname?”
“Yeah,” you said, “unless you prefer baby.”
That feeling returned in his chest, but he didn’t speak. You slowly looked up, eyes squinty and smile still stretched on your lips. And Michael didn’t know what he was feeling, but he knew it was a good feeling. He knew he wanted to move the stray hair that had fallen over your cheek, so he brushed it back behind your ear. He just hadn’t known how soft your cheek would be. He hadn’t known how much he’d find himself staring at your lips, desiring to know how they felt against his.
But he took the chance.
Your nose nudged his, and you smiled into the kiss. It was warm, delicate, and everything the movies had made it out to be like. It was everything he needed it to be.
-
Michael found himself in the hallway of your apartment building, arms reaching for the walls to keep himself composed. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream–– he wanted it to stop. For once, Michael wanted nothing but to live. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he last saw you, or you last saw him. All he knew were his knuckles knocking on your door. All he knew was the look on your face when you opened to see it was him.
And then you said his name, breathy and sad like you hadn’t said it in ages. And then your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a tight embrace like you hadn’t held him in years.
“I thought it was over,” he whispered, clutching your sweater between his trembling fingers. “I thought I was here for good.”
“Michael,” you said again, pulling back. You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips, and he was suddenly aware of the tears slipping from his eyes. “It’s okay.”
He sniffed. “How long was I gone?”
You just shook your head and grazed your thumbs beneath his eyes. “Just a month,” you replied with a smile. “That’s all. I missed you.”
A sigh of relief escaped his lips. “Just a month?”
You nodded. You rested your arms against his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair while you stared up at him. “Don’t leave anymore,” you said. “I know you can’t–– you can’t control it, but––“
“I promise,” he told you, and then he smiled, too. “I promise, baby. I’m not leaving you ever again.”
