Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband, Pt. 2 Fuckboy!Michael AU
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Chapter Five: No One Else
It was heavenly being pressed to Michael again. You had knew you were stressed, but you hadn’t realized the physical toll it had taken on your body until you could feel every inch of you unwinding with each gentle press of his lips against yours.
You smiled against his mouth. His hand behind you pressed to your lower back, making you sit up more. With both his hands against your skin, his touch getting stronger, you should’ve known how fast you both would fall into each other.
You nipped his lower lip, taking the reddened skin just lightly between your teeth and tugged it playfully before letting it slip away from between your teeth.
There was a slight moment between you two where you were a breath away from each other, and then you were on each other. You pressed your mouth to Michael’s and swiped the tip of your tongue against his lip, your breath hitching when his tongue brushed against yours. The hand on your back slid up your back and grasped the back of your neck, making you moan.
When his hands crept into your hair and pulled it to tilt your head back, you moaned much louder, the heat in your belly almost unbearable.
You pushed yourself up, bending yourself in half as you stood on your feet between his legs. Both your hands held Michael’s face, as his held yours. You both couldn’t get enough. Throwing your leg over his left hip and then his right, you pushed your hands down on his shoulders and followed his lips as you shoved him back against the cushion. Head tilted down, you kissed him over and over, the wet glide of his tongue against yours spurred you on to grind into his lap. You whimpered into his mouth as his hands roughly gripped your ass and dragged you forward and back on his lap before he spanked you.
Your thumb pressed under his jaw, tilting his head back as you leaned over him to kiss him. His mouth was so soft, tongue so wet, kisses so hot and his beard rubbed against your cheek and face- making you feel crazed as you got overwhelmed entirely by him.
He moaned into your mouth as your fingers slipped under his shirt, his chuckle confirming that he knew where this was going. Where it always went with the two of you.
You playfully dug your nails into the deep curves of his adonis belt, and felt your brows furrow as much harder, thicker skin ran beneath your wandering finger tips. Pushing his hands off of you, you pushed them up before you grabbed the ends of his shirt and tugged up. He helped you and tossed his shirt over the back of his shoulder before he pulled you to him. Arms wrapped around your middle, you whimpered at the feel of his skin so close to yours.
You choked for a second as his hand suddenly slid down the back of your skirt and gripped your ass cheek as the other between the opening on the side of your wrapped dress to grip the side where your bra stretched across your ribs.
Michael kissed your neck before he froze. Panting into your neck, he seemed to be trying to catch his breath. You hadn’t realized how out of breath you were either. Your chest heaved against his as his grip stayed tight on your body. Your fingertips danced up and down the sides of his neck.
“No...” He mumbled.
You felt your blood run cold for a moment, “What?”
He suddenly stood, your legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as he held you up with a handful of your ass. You looked him in the eye as he moved you both through the dark apartment. A soft sliding sound made the lights of the room glow to a soft burning shade. Happy to finally be able to see each other, you pressed soft kisses to his cheek until you were suddenly lowered onto the bed. Leaning back and melting into the soft material, you breathed in his scent as you settled on his sheets.
He turned your jaw with one hand and leaned back down to nip on your neck as his other hand found the tie on the side of your dress. You grabbed his hand with your own and helped him pull the tie free. With the loop loose, your dress loosened, but he didn’t make a move.
Taking the initiative, you leaned up and kissed him. Lips locked, you pushed your dress open like a robe and pulled it off your shoulders, pressing your bra to his chest as you arched your back to pull the dress out from under you. You both groaned as your skin brushed each other’s for the first time in months. Every brush felt like exploded firecrackers.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against your lips as he pressed his palms down on your hips and pulled himself away from you.
Sitting up between your legs, his fingers traced circles into your skin as he slowly hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down your legs. As he rid your lower half, you reached behind yourself and rid yourself of your bra.
Bare in front of him, you finally felt it all melt away. All the anxiety, all the dread, everything that kept you shackled to Germany. You realized that there was no catch in this return home, no punishment or shame. This is what it was.
Coming home.
“You’re so pretty.” He said dreamily, like he was a stupor looking down at you.
“And you’re still clothed.”
Michael snorted and immediately unbuttoned the pants he had on. The sound of his zipper being pulled made your lips part. Your eyes dragged up his body, suddenly very aware of his half nakedness.
He was so cut, much more defined than you remembered. His arms and shoulders moved, the very soft lighting in the room really emphasized every curve and shadow that his muscles made. It was unfair, how built and sexy he was. But it also was fair, cause he was all yours.
“You’re pretty too.” you whispered.
Michael hummed as he stepped off the bed and peeled his clothes off, “I know.”
You giggled as he winked at you, your focus on his body gone even as he climbed back on to the bed and top of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He leaned over you, as bare as you were. Held up on all fours, you blushed when you felt the weight of his cock poke your hip.
The both of you softly smiled at each other, searching each other’s faces for anything other than the bliss that had settled over you both.
“Are you sure?” He asked you.
You nodded, “Come here.”
When he pressed his body to yours, you both moaned and curled around each other. Your arms and legs wrapped around him as every inch of you pressed to him.
“Ohhhh.”
“I know.” he panted.
Your skin vibrated with the familiar touch you’d been longing for. And with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arms gripping you tightly, you bit your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut so you wouldn’t cry.
“Missed you.”
He whispered into your neck before you felt the gentle press of his lips on your pulse. You said it back, nuzzling his shoulder when he pressed himself into you firmer after you told him.
“Do I have to let you go?” You asked, desperate between the need to have him inside of you and the need to feel all of him without missing an inch.
“Never.”
He kissed your cheek as he lifted your left leg high on his hip, until it was practically over his shoulder. His upper bicep pinned the back of your thigh so he could reach under your ass and between your bodies to grab himself. When his fingers brushed against your sex, you shivered against him and captured his lips with yours.
The kiss was hot and messy, a mess of tongue and teeth as he struggled and fidgeted on top of you to get himself properly in place without climbing off of you.
When the blunt end of his cock, so familiar in the velvety feel, the heavy weight, the hot, hot temperature of his throbbing length made your breath quicken. You heard Michael take a quick breath in before slowly breathing out as he pushed his length between your lips and began sliding into you. You groaned from the initial stretch, it had been months since you’d had sex. Since you’d had Michael.
“Fuck,” Michael growled into your ear, “Darling, y-you gotta-”
He made a frustrated sound as he let go of his length, half sunken into your heat, and grabbed the ankle of the leg pinned and bent between you. With a rough pull, he extended the leg straight out to the side and pushed it against the bed. The second your leg extended, he slid home.
You both contracted in on each other.
Your back arched, and your arms and legs squeezed his body against yours. Michael’s body seemed to move on instinct, and pushed you into the mattress as he leaned his body weight on his hips to make sure every inch of him that could be in you, was. His beefy arm curled around the one he had stretched and hooked it over his forearm while the other shook as he held himself partially up.
“Have you-”
“No.” you shook your head, “Have-”
“No.”
You both leaned your heads back and gave each other mischievous smiles.
“Welcome home.” Michael told you before he rolled his hips and kissed you.
Michael’s body was suddenly heavier as you both lost the ability to control yourselves. Your eyes rolled back as you closed around him faster than he could sink into. Michael’s groans were pornographic in your ear and your fingers clutched him, one on his ribs and the other his shoulder. You could feel his body strained and tense under your touch.
His pelvis skimmed your own, and his lower body weight pushed against your own as he let his hips collapse against yours. You gasped as your breath was punched out of you with each thrust. His nose pressed to your collarbone, and when you turned your head, you could see how tense his shoulders were and how his muscles rippled down his back.
You both moaned as the movement pushed him deeper inside of you. His hips froze for a moment before they roughly snapped forward, the tip of him stabbed a well cushioned spot in your walls and you choked on air.
You gasped as he did it again, “Michael, please.”
“What baby?” He grinned as he looked down at how easily you unraveled for him.
“Michael...” you whined.
“I know, darling,” he whispered as his shoulders tensed and he pushed himself up on both hands, “I know.”
You caressed his sides, even as your head shook from side to side. It was all too much and not enough. You felt so hot but wanted him closer, so full but you wanted him deeper. Michael continued to watch you and thrust himself deeper and deeper into your pussy.
He’d never felt so good, especially not in recent months. But of course, he was a glutton for punishment, and finding heaven in between the legs of who could’ve caused his demise just months ago sounded exactly like something that would happen to him. But he wouldn’t trade you for the world, and he knew it. He just hoped you could feel it.
You both pushed the more serious things you wanted to slip out to the back of your heads so you could focus on the moment.
His hips bumped and pushed against your own as he buried himself into and pulled himself from your body. The rhythmic motion had you rambling underneath him, barely formed incoherent sentences traded between you like your own secret language. You melted into each other as your sexes pulsed.
Michael looked into your eyes, “No one else.” he told you as he grunted.
“No one.” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper.
You whimpered as his thrusts picked up and you began to meet his thrusts half way, “Baby,” you whimpered louder, “I can’t-”
“Look at me.” He gruffly commanded, tilting your chin up with his finger, “Can I?”
You nodded at him frantically and locked your ankles together over the slight swell of his ass. You intertwined your fingers behind his neck, your palms pressed flat to his skin. Pressed forehead to forehead, you breathed each other’s air as his hips rolled against yours and his cock swelled inside of you. You whimpered as a tear rolled down your cheek from the oversensitivity.
With a gasp, you tightened around Michael and came.
He heaved for air against your collarbone as he came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. You moaned as you felt each strong, thick shot of his orgasm fill you. You whimpered as he pulsed more than his usual amount of times, and you could feel his balls tensed against your hole where they had drawn up from cumming so hard.
Your chest rose and fell with each breath you desperately filled your lungs with as Michael collapsed on top of you. He groaned into your collarbone as his cock continued to pulse inside of you, but you couldn’t feel yourself being pumped full anymore.
“Finished?” you tried to playfully ask, instead it just came out breathless and wanton.
“For now.” he huffed.
You held his shoulders under your hands and squeezed them. You huffed and pressed your smiling mouth into his skin. He rubbed his nose against your jaw at the sound.
“What’s so funny?”
“Are,” you giggled now that you had the moment to actually ask, “are you bigger?”
Michael choked on a laugh, “Dunno,” he rasped in your ear, “am I?”
He leaned his hips forward and pressed himself just a bit deeper inside of you. You shivered against him and opened your mouth to nip the cord of muscle that stretched over his collarbones and wrapped over the top of his shoulder.
“Brat.” you muttered as he laughed softly, “You know what I meant.”
You turned your head so you could press your cheek against the side of his head, getting comfortable with him still inside and on top of you. You treasured the closeness and from the way that Michael seemed to hold you so firm, he did too.
He sighed and pressed his lips to your neck before he spoke just below your ear, “Couldn’t sleep.”
You rubbed your nails across his shoulder blade and stayed silent so he knew he could talk to you.
“Started a week after you left,” he mumbled, “the dreams.” He squeezed you to him again, and you exhaled as he laid all his body weight on you and turned you slightly so you were both almost on your sides, “Nasty little reminders of you.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
“I’d-” he huffed before he started again, “I’d dream of waking up in the middle of the night, and you’d be right here,” he squeezed his arms around you, “just like this, telling me to go back to sleep.” You pressed your forehead to his as his hand came up to stroke your cheek, “Some nights you’d tell me you’d see me in the morning.” You flinched, “But I always woke up alone.”
“Michael-”
“They were dreams.” He emphasized, “I knew what they were. But I couldn’t-”
“They couldn’t not hurt.”
“Right.”
You laid there in silence for a few minutes. You bit your lip and composed yourself before you were the one to break it.
“Well, I didn’t miss you at all.” You shrugged.
A sharp yelp left your mouth as Michael bit sharply into your shoulder, “Terrible lies and jokes.” He grumbled.
You grabbed his jaw and tilted his head so he could look you in the eyes, “I used to read our old texts,” you told him softly, “and... I’d try to imagine all the conversations we could have if I were brave enough to send a message.”
Michael looked down at your bare bodies, “Think we got the answer to that.”
“Why do you ruin all our romantic moments?”
“Cause that’s how we are, babe.”
Your face scrunched at the ‘we’, and Michael nodded at you before he leaned forward and pressed kisses incessantly all over your face.
“Us, we, you and I.” he repeated between kisses.
“I think you like me, Michael Italiano.”
“I think so too.” He told you with a small smile.
You playfully snapped at his finger when he poked the tip of your nose. The snapping motion made your body tensed and you let out an embarrassing whimper as you tightened around him. He was still so hard inside of you, you were kind of shocked.
But you should’ve known better to school your face during such thoughts cause when you focused on the man in front of you, he was smirking.
“Shut-”
“Mmmmm, come on.” Michael whispered into your skin, tapping the side of your hip where your leg was lifted on his hip, “You want me out?” he asked teasingly.
You frowned, “Not really.”
Michael’s head snapped back so he could look at you.
“I mean,” you corrected yourself bashfully, “you could just let me, you know, cockwarm you.”
“Jesus Christ, I missed you.” he laughed with you, “Oh, darling,” he sighed as he kissed your cheek, “I love the sound of your laugh,” you blushed, “and how it makes your little pussy all tight.”
You gasped and slapped his shoulder. He smiled at you and lifted a hand to cup your jaw, meeting your lips and kissing you sweetly.
“Come on,” he spoke against your lips, “let me clean up.”
You groaned but huffed out a ‘fine’ as he gently pulled himself from you and stepped out of bed. On the far side of the room, he disappeared behind a door. You could hear running water, and felt safe to assume it was his bathroom.
When he returned with a damp rag, you knew you were right.
“It’s warm, I promise.” he told you as he pulled your knees open.
You threw your arm over your eyes as you allowed him to wipe your pussy clean as he dripped from you.
“Funny thing,” he broke the silence, “you being shy when my cum is dripping from you.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled as he gently wiped your lips and your messy hole. When he finally began to shuffle back, you looked at him and got a good laugh yourself.
“You enjoyed that way too much,” you laughed at his reddened face.
“Shut up.”
You stretched your leg out and rubbed his cock with your foot. You gasped when his cock jerked against the side of your foot where you’d grazed it teasingly.
“Stop it.” He warned as he threw the rag into the bathroom and returned to bed, pulling his sheets back to join you.
You crawled under the covers and rolled closer to him. Michael softly smiled at you before he leaned in and rubbed his nose against yours. Settling into his arms, you pressed your palm to his belly you kissed his chin and happily sighed, absentmindedly running your fingers up and down. You closed your eyes and gently ran your finger down his stomach, slowing your touch even more when you felt the hair on his pelvis. You traced the length of his cock with the tip of your finger at a maddening pace that had Michael vibrating next to you.
“M’warning you.” he growled into your ear, “M’already ready to take you again, you won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”
The sound of his voice, the smell of sex and him, the softness of the sheets and the solid of his body just instantly snapped your mindset back in place, and you were breathless in a moment.
“Promise?”
“Fuck you.” he hissed before kissing you.
You giggled against his mouth and moaned loudly as he climbed on top of you again and settled between your legs. You could never get tired of the press of his skin to yours. You crossed your ankles over the swell of his ass and rocked your hips upward until his cock leaked precum all over your stomach.
“Oh,” he groaned your name as he reached between your bodies and sunk back into your heat.
“I’m right here.”
“You’re with me?” He pressed to you a bit firmer, “You’re gonna be with me?”
“Yes.” you whispered against his mouth as he leaned down but didn’t kiss you.
“You’re mine.” he said simply, not a hint of possession, or jealousy, just stated as a fact.
Tears prickled your eyes as you squeezed them shut. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight as he began to rock into you.
“Yes.”
He squeezed you in his arms and rolled back on to his knees, sitting up with you in his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist while he held your neck in one hand and your ass in the other. Your sexes connected you both as you rocked against each other. Foreheads pressed together, you moaned and looked into each other’s eyes.
This round went quicker than the last, your bodies too eager to fill each other after going so long without the other. But it was just as satisfying, still as bone deeply pleasurable as your thighs shook and his hands gripped your flesh as he filled you again.
It was like being caught in a foggy dream, and you barely could feel the bedsheets being pulled back over you as Michael tucked you in. It was so unfair, how quickly he seemed to reign in his control, and although his member still bobbed under the sheets, he chastely kissed you before he gave you space.
Your breathing evened out as his fingers traced your spine. When you could feel your heart rate lowering, you opened your eyes and met his. He looked at you tenderly again.
“Stay the night?” He asked softly.
You nodded.
“Stay with me?”
“Who else would I go to?”
He smiled and reached up, tracing the swell of your cheek before his thumb played with your lip.
“My baby,” he whispered lowly, his cheeks blazed before he spoke a bit louder, “How had you been?”
You were both instantly transported mentally back to the night that started this reconnection.
“Not good.” You swallowed and looked down at where your hand was pressed to his sternum, “But I’m here.”
“Home?”
“Yeah.” you nodded, still not able to meet his eyes.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “Come here.”
It was the first time the words had been spoken by him that night, and they settled in you like an anchor. You threw yourself forward into his chest and breathed in his scent as you silently wept against his skin. It wasn’t so much sadness as relief. Relief to finally feel something close to alright, to finally feel Michael again.
You didn’t have to explain a thing to him, the way he held you and gently cooed at you told you he already knew.
-
Michael woke up a few hours later, and stretched one of his legs, the other was asleep from the pressure on it- his eyes snapped open and turned to the side.
With the dim light still on in the room, he saw your sweet face next to him. Your expression twisted in response to his sudden movement against you. He couldn’t help but smile as it sunk in that you were there, and you cutely rubbed your forehead against his side, your eyes still shut.
“Go back t’sleep.” You slurred sleepily.
Michael felt his whole body freeze. He carefully turned on to his side and held you closer. Still mostly asleep, your face relaxed.
“I’ll see you in the morning?” He asked softly.
“Mhhhmmmm.” you hummed before the space between your eyebrows smoothed out with your breathing.
He believed you, and fell back asleep with a smile on his face.
-
“Wake up.” Michael spoke into your ear as you groaned, “It’s breakfast time, darling.”
You groaned into the mattress and let out a frustrated sound when the sheets were ripped from your body. A shiver ran down your spine as your bare body chilled in the air.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, “is this why we never stayed the night?” You rolled over and rubbed your eyes, “Cause you’re annoying in the morning?”
Michael’s eyes softened at how relaxed your body was in his bed, even if you were grumpy and cold. He reached for your ankle and dragged you to the edge of the bed. When he pulled you to sit up, you tilted your head back and pouted up at him.
“No, you never stayed the night because we were convinced this was just an arrangement of convenience.” Michael laughed at you as you blushed, “Arms up.”
Your arms crossed instinctually over your chest when you realized, now awake, that you were naked while he stood clothed in front of you. When he held up a large hoodie in front of him, you relented and raised them. You studied Michael curiously as he led you by the hand out of his room and towards the kitchen.
He was attentive, and sweet. He always had been, even if you had denied it to yourself for months.
But this was different.
He was happy, almost excited, almost bouncing with each step. He looked like the smug boy you’d met, but without the asshole air around him. He was happy, and you had no other choices but to believe it was thanks to you.
When you climbed on to one of the stools, you watched him plate some food as you did a quick self reflection. Well, quick really didn’t even cover it. You knew how you felt, you knew how he felt.
“What are you thinking about?”
You focused back on Michael, and nervously laughed when you realized that you had been staring at him for the whole time, “Oh, uh, last night.” When Michael winked at you, you blushed hard, “No- not that, I-”
“You’re cute like this.”
You squeaked and looked down at your plate, deciding the best course of action was to eat instead of speak.
“I have to go into work,” he told you as you ate, “but-”
“That’s okay,” you suddenly remembered, “I actually should find my friend since we ditched-”
“I didn’t ditch.”
“Yes, you did.” When Michael shook his head, you snapped at him, “You left with me!”
“I left after you, technically.” You rolled your eyes at him, “She’s your friend, I was really just there to run into you, and you ran from me. I just chased you out.”
“You’re a real sprinter.” You grumbled.
“Olympian.” he joked.
You both looked at each other and laughed.
“So,” he drawled, “that’s what you’ll do while I’m at work? Find your friend?”
You nodded as you chewed on your food, “It was her birthday.” you grimaced.
“I feel like you’re forgetting the high possibility that Dan and her planned this.” He gestured to his apartment and the two of you, “I doubt either one of them are mad. Trust me, Daniel keeps people occupied.”
You smiled at the exasperated tone of his voice, “He’s a handful, huh?”
“Ugh,” Michael groaned, “love the guy, but he’s like a hamster on speed.”
You broke out laughing as your mind instantly put the image of Daniel next to a hamster.
Michael nodded, “Really, though, like this one time...”
-
Michael folded the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms when you emerged from his room looking exactly the way you had entered it. Just this time, you had his backpack slung over your shoulder.
“You need a whole backpack for your dress and your phone?”
“Well, duh.” You told him as you walked up to him and looked him up and down appreciatively before continuing, “I’m not doing the walk of shame down the street barefoot and holding my dress in my hand.”
Michael laughed as you brushed past him, “You’re not wearing anything but a hoodie.”
You shushed him, “It’s not like people will know that, your clothes are huge on me.”
Michael hummed as his eyes scanned your figure appreciatively. He really did enjoy how you looked in his clothing. “People can think they know.”
You rolled your eyes, “Honestly, it’s like you want the neighborhood to gossip about us.”
“Never, darling.” he told you as he followed you to the door.
He reached around you and pulled it open, startled by the sound you made as you faced the hallway.
“Oh my god!” you yelled.
Your slip on heels sat perfectly lined up for you to step into right on his door mat.
Daniel, Michael thought fondly.
“This is perfect,” Michael instantly took your hand when you lifted it in his direction, steadying you as you stepped into the long forgotten shoes, “good thing it’s easy to dress these down and up.”
Michael looked you up and down and held his tongue.
“Stop it.” You growled.
“What?”
“I can feel you disagreeing.”
“I haven’t the slightest what you’re on about.” he mumbled as you reached up and pulled him forward.
Your lips pressed together in a deep but publicly appropriate kiss that curled Michael’s toes in his shoes, “Have a good day at work.” you told him before you kissed him again.
He nodded at you and let you laugh at his blush this time.
“If you go out on to the balcony, you can watch me walk.” you whispered to him.
“Go on then.” He encouraged, kissing your knuckles as you pulled away from him and walked down the hallway.
Padding back into his place, Michael grabbed his coffee and headed straight for the balcony. He bit his lip as he leaned his back against his balcony over looking the road, occasionally peeking over his back to spot you getting further and further away. It irked him to watch you leave him even if it was just to your hotel room. He felt the need to keep glancing back over his shoulder.
Don’t be paranoid, she’s not going anywhere.
But that ugly feeling made the skin on his back tingle.